Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Komi pondered, then subconsciously made a gesture of resting his chin on his fist.

“Master, your hand…” Elaine whispered a reminder.

Komi followed her instructions and looked down, only to find that the arm he had lost in the battle had returned, though it did not appear to be made of flesh and metal.

It's more like a soul, like those soul bricks piled up in the pure white hall.

The arm shimmered with the same color as the Soul Brick, its surface displaying a serene expression, while a pale white flame burned silently without emitting any extra light.

A colorless ring was worn on his finger, and from its outline, Gu Jian could tell that the ring was the embodiment of the gift from the Blood God.

I stretched my soul hand and found it just as flexible and easy to use as my flesh and blood arm; I couldn't feel any of the stiffness or lag of a mechanical hand.

When Koji focused his gaze on the soul's arm and sensed his gaze probing deeper, he could see the pure white hall unfold before him.

Komi's attempt was seen by Elaine, who was watching from the sidelines, as an obsession with extraordinary power. She subconsciously regarded the arm as a constraint and curse imposed on Komi by the Blood God.

Elaine frowned slightly, hoping to pull Komi out of his reverie, but she couldn't find a good reason to interrupt his thoughts.

Just as Elaine hesitated, Bennett sent her an urgent signal. The Midnight Lord's deep voice was somewhat muffled by the loud sounds of metal tearing apart and demons roaring.

"Little guy! Those illegal workers have mutinied... Quickly bring out Markus's mummified corpse and use your psionic powers to drag his body along to intimidate those illegal workers!"

"Black worker" is Markus's derogatory term for demons. Bennett and Demas share the same contemptuous attitude towards demons and gods.

Elaine had no idea of ​​the pressure Bennett was under while suppressing the demon riots; she was only grateful to Bennett for providing her with a sufficiently important excuse to interrupt Komi's reverie.

"Master!" Elaine called out bravely, trying to hide the emotions in her voice, "Those demon engines you conquered have rebelled! They're smashing our facilities!"

"Really?" Demas was quite surprised. "Why didn't I feel it... Oh... I feel it now. No one is maintaining this warship, which has greatly reduced my ability to receive information."

Koji, quite displeased, pulled his gaze away from the Soul Arm. These demons were indeed traitors who helped the weak and oppressed the strong; as long as they weren't disciplined, they would find ways to cause trouble.

"Let's go." Komi prepared to get up, ready to make these demons remember his terror once again.

When he stood up, Koken felt a little dizzy, but he still didn't think that the demons he had conquered once were capable of fighting against his weakened self.

Guided by Demas, they took the shortest route to the shipbuilding industrial area. On the way, Komi saw the Lord of Ten Thousand Furnaces, Vastor, deeply embedded in the ship's wall.

This wicked god, who was strict about rules and somewhat petty, was still alive, but he was shattered by Khorne's casual strike. His blood, mixed with engine oil, bound his limbs like vines, and brass spikes sprouted from the blood, biting at Vashtor's mangled body like teeth.

He endured the pain, powerless to break free from the Blood God's imprisonment. Even after regaining his freedom, it would take him a long time to recover from his injuries.

"Are you just going to leave it embedded in the wall like this?" Komi asked Irene, turning around.

Elaine lowered her head and replied apologetically, "We can't help him. He's surrounded by unimaginable bloodlust and rage. Even his servants would be corrupted into bloodthirsty berserkers. We won't help him until that bloodlust dissipates."

Upon seeing Komi, Vashtor's shattered eyes gleamed as he said, "Marcus...please put me down."

“I don’t have time. Break free yourself.” Komi waved his hand, too lazy to pay attention to Vashtor. Then he suddenly remembered Vashtor’s true nature and said before he could continue pleading, “I can help you, but what can you do for me?”

"...Put me down, and I will give you a reward commensurate with this assistance."

"How about a weapon blueprint?"

"it is good."

Chapter 201: A Client Who Can Be Easily Satisfied

"I want a gun that is easy to produce, doesn't require many raw materials, and can be used by ordinary people. Ideally, it should be like a shotgun that can fire five shots at a time, even if the magazine can only hold five bullets."

"Hmm?" Vashtor was taken aback. As the Lord of the Furnaces, he always heard mortals asking him for the secrets of technology, but the questions they asked were almost always the prelude to more advanced technological progress. He had never heard Komi speak so directly about backwardness.

The production process is simple, the raw materials are readily available, and the design is based on the average person's needs...

Industrial production cannot have both; when you try to increase one parameter, the other parameter will decrease accordingly. The only way to overcome this contradiction is to pour more resources and man-hours into it.

The three requirements put forward by Komi can only produce a fire poker that can spew sparks, which is completely insufficient to support the intense battlefield, not to mention that he also limited the ammunition capacity to five, which is too small even from the perspective of a shotgun.

Is he playing a joke on himself? Is he offering help based on this almost playful need?

Vashtor couldn't fathom Komi's thoughts, and Komi didn't explain further, simply waiting for Vashtor to hand over a sufficiently detailed drawing so he could make his own demands.

Although his body was firmly locked by teeth formed of congealed blood, Vashtor's head could still move. He puffed out smoke, using these incompletely burned solid particles to form a technical blueprint filled with demonic language.

Komi picked them up, and these characters, which seemed to come alive, arranged and combined before his eyes, eventually transforming into characters that Komi could understand under Vastor's guidance.

It's a shotgun that fires live ammunition, and its appearance makes it look like it was unearthed from World War II, lacking any sense of technological mystery.

While there's a saying in the Warhammer world that the older the weapon, the stronger it is, it all depends on how old the weapon is.

Humanity's golden age was naturally ancient compared to the present. The various weapons of mass destruction created by those technological geniuses in the Milky Way could not only contend with the Eldar Empire, but also give the Necromancer dynasty in space a run for its money.

In the future war of the Necromancer Realm, the arsenal of the Necromancer Dynasty in space is liberated. The Cult of the Machine God, which has hidden countless treasures, also unlocks countless ancient weapons under the immense pressure of the battlefield. In an instant, it dissolves the well-equipped fleet of the Necromancer Dynasty in space into liquid metal floating in the void.

Powerful weapons are not much different in terms of lethality; the only difference lies in the understanding of the weapon.

The Necromancers knew perfectly well the destructive power of their weapons, while the Mechanicus could only grit their teeth and press the red button amidst speculation and trepidation, gambling that the weapon would kill far more enemies than its own.

If we push the timeline back to the early thousands of years of human civilization, this concept of "the older, the stronger" only applies to creations imbued with divinity and spiritual power, such as the demon born from the first murder. Technological products have absolutely no connection to this.

The shotgun manufacturing technology is ridiculously low for the Warhammer world. Only the people of those barbaric worlds who are so backward that they don't even know the concept of a human empire and worship the floating warships in the sky as temples can be considered a divine miracle.

If an entire legion were to be armed with these weapons and fight the orcs, the orcs' technological creativity, which thrives against stronger opponents, might be swayed by these rubbish guns.

“Your needs can only be met with such inferior weapons,” Vashtor replied in a deep voice, his tone somewhat perfunctory. He certainly wasn’t willing to hand over those better blueprints just because Komi had helped him out.

For example, a laser rifle with adjustable firing frequency can unleash 500 intense beams in fully automatic mode, which doesn't seem to meet Komi's needs, but this laser gun also has a second firing mode.

All the energy will be stored at the muzzle through a button, and then released as five thicker and hotter lasers to clear the battlefield in front of it.

Of course, the cost was much higher than that of a shotgun loaded with live ammunition, but Vashtor believed that Komi would bargain with him. As long as Komi showed even the slightest dissatisfaction with this inferior weapon, Vashtor felt he had plenty of ways to get Komi to sign a concessionary agreement...

Hehehe... If you need something from someone, you will be subject to their control; this is one of the logics of how things work.

To Vashtor's disappointment, Komi picked up the technical blueprint intended as a starting point, glanced at it briefly, then put it back into his armor and walked towards Vashtor, preparing to release him from his blood-soaked imprisonment.

“Wait a minute…” Vashtor asked, “Are you satisfied with that product?”

"Not bad." Gu Jian remained expressionless, but was secretly pleased. Finding Vashtor to get the blueprints was much faster than holding a knife to the throats of those mechanical monks.

He was pleased with the weapon's simple design, but even more so with the inefficient design of manually loading five bullets. He simply wanted to use this weapon to make an experiment...

That is, to transfer the blessings one has received to the warriors who fight in one's name through the pure white hall, which is equivalent to a relay station for transmitting signals.

Komi still remembers when he fought in the Red Mining World, when the battle reached its most intense point, his ferocity and bloodshed would inspire the soldiers fighting alongside him.

Each time a critical hit is triggered, the soldiers' weapons will receive a slight enhancement. This enhancement may be insignificant on an individual, but it becomes extremely powerful on the entire battlefield.

If this attempt can truly be realized as I envision, then the battle situation in the Red Mining World will undergo a qualitative change, and the idea of ​​fighting our way up from the deep, barren underground will not be a pipe dream at all.

As for the Fifth Walker...

Koken wasn't in a hurry, since he was right next to these people anyway.

But that weapon is completely useless!

Vastor suppressed his surprise and said in a low voice, "I'm still planning to get Komi's support with an even better blueprint next time."

In his mind now, the two most promising Chaos Warbands in the entire warp are Abaddon's Black Legion and Komi's Losers Warband.

Although the latter's power is far less than that of the Black Legion, Komi's ambition and combat strength are enough for Vashtor to prepare for the sponsorship work. If he can get the support of the two forces, his path to godhood will be smoother!

"Won't you give it more thought? You might misjudge the weapon's power due to your limited understanding of technology. I hope you can consider it more carefully so that both of us can be satisfied..."

"Stop talking. I suggest you grit your teeth. It might hurt a little now, just bear with it."

"what?"

Vashtor didn't understand what Komi meant by his apology, and then the next second he saw Komi grab his hands and tear apart the mechanical flesh and blood entangled at his joints.

"what!!!"

Caught completely off guard, Vashtor screamed in agony, cursing Komi for releasing him from his bloody prison in such a barbaric way.

Gu Jian shrugged, indicating that he was a rough man and not good at delicate work.

Chapter 202: So you're planning a rebellion?

Vashtor's eyes flashed with a gloomy light. He knew perfectly well that Komi was just spouting nonsense to fool him because he found it troublesome.

What does this mean? Did he see through my perfunctory attitude? And is he unwilling to lower himself to make an unfair deal with me? Did he see through my tricks in an instant?

His thoughts were interrupted by another sharp pain as Komi cleanly and swiftly broke his arms and legs, finally placing his torso on the ground.

By handling Vashtor gently, Komi implied to Vashtor that he was capable of carefully freeing him from imprisonment, but he preferred to let Vashtor suffer a little.

“Your contract workers have rioted, which infuriates me.”

Komi left behind these words, and Vashtor watched him and his men disappear at the end of the passage. At this moment, he felt more resentment towards Komi, and also more blame towards those demons who were oblivious to the times and launched a riot.

"These damn people... Have they forgotten what's in the employee handbook? They must be fined! And have their taxes increased!"

Vashtor's roar transformed into a metallic clang, tormenting Demas's nerves.

Shipbuilding industrial zone.

All the production lines were dismantled by the enraged demons, and the armed slave laborers were torn to pieces and entangled by the demons as they attacked the gate connecting the industrial zone to other areas.

"Hold the line!" The steel warriors stood in a line, shields in hand. Their steel bodies and heavy shields together formed a solid wall, and none of the weapons the demons had obtained from the factory were enough to quickly break through their defenses.

But the defenses at the gate were not filled by these powerful Space Marines, but by patrols of Beastmen who had survived the bloodlust and frenzy.

They were punished for raising their weapons against the Iron Warriors, and each of them was branded on the forehead with long horns. The shame of betraying their master would follow them to the ship's wreckage recovery system.

The beastmen roared, their stench filling the air. These non-human species, steeped in the corruption of the warp for years, showed no fear in the face of even more terrifying demons. The mental trauma that plagued the mortal legions was nothing but a joke to them.

Laser cannons, rockets, and armor-piercing rounds with astonishing explosive charges.

These heavy weapons, designed specifically to deal with armored units, are equally deadly to demons that are flesh and iron, and their huge, twisted bodies, which greedily merge with industrial production lines, have no chance to dodge flexibly and can only grit their teeth and endure it.

Some smaller demons took on the role of vanguard, tearing off the decks of the warships to use as shields in front of them. Several mechanical figures moved swiftly to the front lines, and the circular saws they used to cut through iron plates easily ripped open the tough, furry bodies of the beastmen.

Blood!

soul!

Even though the Beastmen are considered corrupt by the human empire, their souls are still considered an appetizer by the demons.

However, once they tasted one, they wanted another. The demons were never satisfied and soon set their sights on those Iron Warriors, these superhumans with Primarch genes who carried even more dazzling and brilliant souls.

The next second, lightning flashed, and a pair of power claws tore through the beastman's body and attacked the demon. The dark blue armor was the symbol of the Midnight Lord Bennett. Although he had abandoned his old power armor when he was imprisoned in the Demon Womb District of Broken Steel Fortress, he had still completely modified the power armor produced by the Iron Warrior.

Bennett coldly and ruthlessly killed the demon, showing no remorse for killing the beastmen who blocked his path. His murderous aura caused the surrounding beastmen to instinctively retreat to the side, fearing they might block the path of this god of death.