Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Khorne silently observed the chaos in the sawmill, anticipating Komi's next move.

Khorne was pleased with Komi's decisive sacrifice of his incompetent subordinate. He had seen too many foolish people who missed their chance at victory because of procrastination due to love and affection. If Komi had become indecisive due to Sharon's self-sacrifice, Khorne would have looked down on him much more.

In this world of endless war, only victory can console the dead. Being prepared to die for victory is a basic standard that every soldier should meet.

Okay... that's all for today's test.

Khorne felt that Koken had met His standards, so He casually dispelled the divine power that Tzeentch had infuriated Him, then fixed the body of the three-headed bloodthirsty demon and made many promises to the severely injured Koken with his severed arm.

Upon hearing this, Komi knew without even thinking that it was Khorne who had arrived.

Those warriors who fought countless battles in the name of the Blood God desperately longed for Khorne to whisper to them, offering them the chance to ascend to become powerful demons.

But Komi, who knows the true nature of the evil god, will not be fooled by Khorne's promise. Once he offers his soul, he will have no control over his own life. Isn't that seemingly powerful demon body just a means for the dark gods to control life and death and to play with souls?

Think of Primarch Fulgen, who was heartbroken after mistakenly killing Felus, but his body was no longer in his own hands, and he could only obey the control of the Slaanesh Archdaemon and do even more depraved things.

And then there's Angron. Before his ascension, he could still maintain a minimum of humanity and share his pain with Kahn. But after being ascended by Logar through a ritual, he completely transformed into Khorne's form, becoming a slave firmly controlled by the Butcher's Nail. Khorne could easily drive Angron to the brink of madness by simply pulling the knob of the Butcher's Nail, leaving him only able to roar and slaughter like a wild beast.

Horus, chosen by the four gods, was an even greater figure. During the siege of Terra, he displayed signs of dementia, unleashing a demonic barrage unlike anything he had ever seen before.

His mind was as chaotic and confused as spilled paint when he fought the emperor to the death!

One second he was so infatuated with the Emperor, murmuring about the wonderful thirty years they had spent together as father and son, weaving a crown for the Emperor, leading the Emperor to the throne of Slaanesh that he had prepared, and wishing he could melt the Emperor into his own body.

The next second he went completely crazy, hating the Emperor for only paying attention to the other brothers and ignoring his existence, acting like a yandere who only allowed the Emperor to look at him and not the Emperor to look at anyone else.

Damn it! Chaos is far less reliable than the Emperor!

There's a saying that goes something like that.

The emperor's favors are never fully repaid, and the interest from chaos only grows exponentially!

Especially with a mysterious figure hiding behind him, what's the difference between this and Khonored being jumping into a fire pit?

Koji inwardly cursed and scorned, but faced with the increasingly noisy and urgent whispers in his ears, he gave the most stern and uncompromising refusal.

"I just want to kill these three slovenly bastards! And then I'll give you, you damn bastard, a good whack! Stop spouting your useless nonsense! Fight or die!"

Chapter 193: Slamming Old K's G-Spot

Ha...good lad...

Khorne was not one to lose his temper and reason with such insults; instead, he took a short time to recall if he had been insulted in the past.

Very few...really very few, saying they are few and far between would be an exaggeration.

The Warp Gods were mysterious to mortals in the past. Even the Emperors, who foresaw something and launched the Great Crusade, never understood even 30% of the true nature of the Warp Gods.

For the human empire, which has survived numerous calamities and barely clings to life, the Warp and the gods residing within it remain shrouded in mystery and cannot be lifted. The deeper one understands the nature of the Warp gods, the more likely it is that a loyal subject of the empire will fall into a quagmire of depravity from which he cannot escape.

The Eldar, who lived in exile within the Great Ark, also tried to refer to the Warp Gods with other terms, such as masters of blood and violence, embodiments of conspiracy and chaos... It was hard to see any contempt in these names, but rather it seemed that the Eldar were afraid of the Warp Gods and that's why they named them in this way.

So, is Koken a reckless fool?

Obviously not. Having spent so much time in the warp, there's no reason he wouldn't know about the existence of the gods.

Khorne glanced at Koga, his gaze piercing through his body and landing on the angry, struggling soul. This little World Eater was not being irritated by some conspiracy; it was purely out of his own disobedience.

Ah...that's really good...that's really good...

Khorne nodded almost imperceptibly, becoming more and more satisfied with Koga.

He directly projected part of himself into this bloodless and headless forest of bone trees, using the pale, sturdy bone trees and the smoke crown woven from flames to form his throne and form.

The master of the Blood Realm, the supreme being of the Eighth Ring of War, appeared before everyone. His presence naturally stirred the blood energy in the Bonewood Forest, making it even more turbulent. The Blood Demons, who had become dull in their work, instantly became excited, and a grand battle indiscriminately between friend and foe unfolded beneath the Blood God's throne.

The remaining bloodthirsty freaks knelt before Khorne, their heads bowed, not daring to cast their humble gaze upon the bronze throne. Even Vashtor, who thought he had distanced himself from the matter, felt a surge of tension, his pale fingers gripping the forging hammer tightly, fearing that Khorne might vent his anger on Him because of the word games in the deal.

At this moment, Khorne only looked at one person, only at the injured and maimed Komi.

Komi, panting heavily, calmly raised his head to look at the massive brass throne. His gaze held no awe for Khorne himself, no worship of the god of war; only curiosity...

curious?

Khorne was quite surprised when he realized this, and he did not think it was reasonable for curiosity to arise at this critical juncture.

However, Koji didn't care what the heavily armored Lord of War was thinking. He only felt that the bronze throne, which was far away and somewhat hazy in the smoke, was much more magnificent than the illustrations in the book and the fan creations of the Hammer fans. Even with the advanced vision of a Space Marine, he could hardly see a corner of the bronze throne.

"Hehehe..." Khorne chuckled in a low voice, like a storm of blood and gore descending from the sky. This severely obscured the true meaning of His laughter, and intimidated Antoine, Bennett, and the others into instinctively kneeling in fear. This made Khorne appear even more majestic and malevolent.

Khorne paid no attention to the reactions of those ants. After laughing, he turned to Komi and asked, "What did you think you were trying to do just now?"

This is more like a threat; if you say the wrong thing, you will be reduced to ashes by the Blood God.

But for Komi, such an inquiry from the Blood God was powerful proof that He was itching to know more.

Ha... This guy really is all talk and no action. He'd rather kill a spineless person than a tough one, but he's completely captivated by a strong one.

Komi swallowed the blood in his mouth. He wasn't afraid of someone he knew so well beforehand. So, neither humble nor arrogant, he gritted his teeth and repeated his words to Khorne with the anger born of his pain.

"I just want to kill those three bastards, and while I'm at it, I'll give you a good stab!"

The sound was not loud, but the weight was extremely heavy.

Hearing this, the bloodthirsty maniacs wished they could stand up and behead that arrogant bastard, Komi, for the Blood God. Antoine and the others wanted to persuade Komi not to be so arrogant in front of the Blood God. Vashtor began preparing his escape route...

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

What followed was an even louder laugh, as if it were composed of thousands of battles from different worlds and timelines. The entire sky was torn apart by the laughter, and the sea of ​​blood surrounding the Bone and Blood Forest was shaken, causing it to surge with enormous force.

"Very well... You want to cut me! How audacious! How ignorant!" Khorne said angrily, but in reality, he was overjoyed. It was just that his nature prevented him from expressing his joy and appreciation in the way that ordinary people do.

With a wave of his hand, Khorne conjured eight insurmountable steps from solidified blood energy. "Since you've said it, I'll give you the chance. Climb up and prove yourself to me, you ant."

Komi let out a breath, without explaining why he was too injured to do such a difficult thing, and walked step by step up the eight steps under the complicated gazes of the crowd.

These steps are imbued with the chaotic and disordered nature of subspace. They appear extremely large from afar and extremely small up close. This change in size is seamless and perfectly smooth, so much so that Gu Jian dared not ponder it too closely, for fear of burning out his not-so-bright brain.

The moment Komi stepped onto the first step, the scene before him changed completely. He entered a world of pure violence, where extremely limited resources and countless demons fought each other, devouring and growing stronger. In the simplest way, they told visitors that one of the purposes of life is to grow eternally through struggle.

The demons' battle did not affect Koken, who was calmly advancing in this blood-soaked land. They only attacked Koken on the level of soul and spirit, drawing him into the fray and making him a part of the struggle.

This kind of fighting is really not worth seeing!

As soon as Gu Jian closed his eyes, his disdain shattered the steps of the struggle, allowing him to stop on the second step.

The second stage is the stage of attack and conquest.

The land here is dotted with countless fortresses. The defenders have towering walls and fortress towers filled with powerful bows and crossbows, while the attackers bring every siege weapon invented in history to surround these fortresses. Both sides use all their skills to fight around the fortresses.

The struggle has entered a new, more brutal and ruthless phase.

Species struggling to carve out their living space in nature have now evolved into acts of violence, seizing resources and territory from others. Accidental conflicts and contradictions have turned into planned wars, and the ever-growing piles of corpses have slowed down Komi's progress.

Chapter 194: Khorne's Work Has Rewards and Punishments

"General! We need your help!"

"Warrior! We value your strength!"

As they passed a fortress, shouts came from all directions toward Gu Jian. Sometimes they appeared as old comrades like Miyan and Faya, and sometimes as new comrades like Antoine and Bennett.

real?fake?

These things are not important; what is important is that you must never stop on the way to meet the gods.

Komi coldly ignored the cries and strode forward, stepping over the corpses that were holding him back.

Khorne once again praised Komi's soul, which was filled with clear rage, for easily passing the first and second stages. Most of the warriors who worshipped the Blood God could pass the first stage because the intensity of the war was not high enough, but once they entered the siege stage, they would be deeply attracted by the brutality of the siege and become completely absorbed in it.

The third tier is the tier of eliminating the weak. There are no weaklings in Khorne's order, so His warriors are known for their contempt and disdain for the weak. What stands in Komi's way now are the weaklings who have failed in countless battles, as well as the innocent people affected by the war.

They begged Komi for mercy, pleading with this great warrior to spare their lives.

Komi's only response to this was, "Get out of here, you bunch of useless trash! I have no time to waste my energy on you weak lambs! I have greater things to accomplish!"

This roar was more effective than any trump card. The weaklings who were begging for mercy crawled on both sides of the road, and no one dared to stop Gu Jian's steps for even a moment.

There is obviously another clumsy way to conquer the third stage, and it is also a method that Khorne most often uses among his warriors: forget the passage of time and slaughter from the beginning to the end of the Path of the Weak.

It was a tedious job. The lack of resistance in the battle quickly made the soldiers carrying out the slaughter feel weary and tired, and they even began to doubt from the bottom of their hearts whether the blood and heads of these weaklings were enough to offer to the God of Blood.

Only an unwavering hunting spirit against the stronger can skillfully bypass the obstacles of the weak. Khorne began to wonder if Komi could maintain such incredible speed as he passed through the next step.

The fourth stage is the stage of ruthlessness; the fifth stage is the stage of distrust; and the sixth stage is the stage of indifference.

The content within these steps is all based on the slaughter of comrades, relatives, friends, lovers, confidants, and so on. Khorne will never allow such pointless emotions to hinder the slaughter; He only needs the most cold-blooded and indifferent butchers! A butcher's knife that can hurt others when picked up and hurt oneself when put down!

Komi has already proven with his swift and decisive strikes that he is a ruthless individual who meets Khorne's standards, and he also has an unyielding pursuit of hunting down powerful enemies.

However, these are all just Khorne's rich imagination.

The people who appeared before Komi were not his relatives or friends at all, but Marcus's relatives and friends. When Komi killed these men and women, he only recalled the bits and pieces of Marcus's time with them for a moment, and then cut off their heads without any emotional fluctuation.

They groaned at Marcus in pools of blood, asking why he had betrayed their friendship, their cause, and everything they had worked for on the eve of victory.

Komi had no nostalgia for Markars' past, and didn't even care whether the warrior, tormented by the Butcher's Nail and the long war, was still alive. He was constantly reminding himself amidst the endless illusions and shouts that everything he had experienced was an illusion, and that only cutting down that old bastard Khorne was the only right thing to do.

The abnormal passage of time tormented Koken's spirit far more than the deceased. He was unsure how long he had walked after stepping onto those eight steps, only calculating the passing of each day by watching the changing light and darkness of the blood-red sun above him.

After 88888888 cycles of light and darkness, Komi finally stepped onto the seventh step. He felt his mind was numb, and the only thing he could say was that he wanted to cut Khorne... Only by cutting this guy could he get a meaningful reward for all the torment he had endured on these eight steps.

This seventh level is really unremarkable, at least according to Koga.

Only one robust figure stood in his way: Angron, the Primarch Father whom Markarth both respected and loved.

His genes instilled a raw, instinctive submission to Angron. If Markus himself were here, he would surely kneel before Angron and await his fate, leaving Khorne utterly disappointed.

Komi endured the various conflicts between his soul and body, and walked forward somewhat clumsily. When Angron extended the hand of care that a World Eater longed for but could not obtain, he dodged away and left hastily without even having the mood to appreciate Angron's disappointed and astonished expression.

"You're incredibly fast."

The eighth level is the foundation upon which the Brass Throne stands. All the massacres are contained within this much larger area. So close to Khorne, fear is no longer under one's control. Koken can only roar in his heart, "Don't be afraid of this half-paralyzed madman," while twisting forward as if having an epileptic seizure.

Khorne did not send out troops, nor did he personally stop Komi's advance. He simply silently recorded the time it took Komi to quickly pass through the eight steps, and after a simple comparison, ranked him fifth.

The closer he got to the throne, the more he was hindered by the aura of war. Komi walked and stopped, each step squeezing his body and soul to the point of exhaustion. All he could see were Khorne's eight eyes flashing with scarlet light.

Walking beneath the brass throne, every breath filled Superman's lungs with the maddening smell of blood, a sensation far more painful than inhaling a whole cigar in one go. Komi wanted to cough but couldn't, the cough stuck in his throat, both suffocating and itchy. It seemed that only by unleashing carnage in the name of Khorne could he alleviate this discomfort.

"Stay calm, you're just one step away."

Who's speaking? Is it me? Is it Markus? Or is it that guy with the number five?