Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Looking at the insignificant little brats standing around Komi, all his questions were answered.

These cunning little things are really unreliable; they'll betray me the moment they get the chance!

His husky voice was furious, yet his tone remained gentle, because, as he said, no one knew the equipment's performance better than himself.

This rotary spray gun can easily tear itself apart, and also tear apart the hundreds of square meters of open space behind it.

The last time I used this weapon was when attacking a small, insignificant position. Smoker held the gun at the front and fired. When the gunfire stopped, the small, insignificant position was completely wiped out.

There were craters everywhere, and some were even densely packed inside the walls, causing them to collapse and crush several people.

The experimental results were very encouraging, but the consumption was also considerable. One launch almost emptied out all of his molars. If it weren't for orders from old customers, he wouldn't even be able to afford to feed his assholes.

"Calm down, skinny guy. Do you know how many teeth that thing in your hand is worth? It's a huge number you can't even count. If you put down your gun, we can talk." The raspy-voiced man made another effort to avoid bankruptcy, while Koken smiled cruelly. He didn't care about the orcs' tooth economy.

It's like a dead person holding trillions of dollars in ghost money and telling a living person, "As long as you listen to me, all this ghost money is yours."

Komi narrowed his eyes and pulled the main trigger amidst the despairing gaze of the husky-voiced man.

In an instant, hundreds of bullets were launched. The enormous impact combined with the flash made Komi feel as if he was holding a rocket engine designed for space missions, rather than a gun.

Fortunately, he was leaning against the wall, which prevented him from retreating further. However, struggling against the impact of the gun in his hand was not easy, and he felt that his ribs were about to be cracked.

The gunshots were so dense and noisy that they echoed repeatedly through the corridor. Any living being with hearing felt as if they had been hit by ten or even nine stun grenades, their eardrums throbbing.

There were still bullets left, but the firing was over. This was the safety mechanism of the gun, preventing it from becoming scrap metal after firing all the bullets at once.

As the smoke from the shooting gradually dissipated, Koji, who was almost blinded even with his eyes closed, slowly came to his senses. He looked in the direction of the smoke-filled throat and saw that the area was desolate, with dust flowing from the bullet holes.

This can't be left empty, can it?

Komi thought to himself, if this level of firepower coverage still leaves him empty-handed, he really wouldn't know how to complain about his own debuff.

As the dust gradually settled, the smoky-voiced man's figure became clearer. He held his head in his hands, and there wasn't a single bullet hole or even a scratch on his body. The dust that dripped from the bullet holes seemed to deliberately avoid him.

How could this be empty? Gu Jian and Mi Yang were speechless.

"He's still not dead?" The sycophants were filled with unease.

The man with the smoky voice also came to his senses, first letting out a strange cry, then patting himself all over with his large hands.

Ouch... Why doesn't it hurt? Why are there no eyes at all?

Did the rotary spray gun miss? That shouldn't be the case; that thing can hit almost anywhere except the back and sides.

Thinking about it this way, there's only one reason.

That is -

"I am the chosen one of the gods! This is the great second brother of the gods protecting me! Hahahaha!" Having figured this out, Yan Sang laughed loudly. At this moment, he was extremely confident in his own strength. Even if the boss of Ya Tu, who had a higher status than him, were standing here, he would still think about the issue of taking his place.

Upon hearing the unharmed, smoky voice roar, the sly creatures surrounding Komi were terrified and ran away in a panic. The urge they had shown to Komi as their leader vanished without a trace.

No one would do something like arguing with those fart-loving people. Koji simply threw the spray gun at Mi Yang, who was approaching him.

Miyan, as expected of a well-trained Cardian, managed to withstand the impact of the gun being thrown, which was even more terrifying than a shot put. The female officer, whose skin was now green, managed to catch it.

"How do you use this thing?" Mi Yang shouted to Gu Jian, who simply replied, "Aim at that chief technician and pull all the triggers!"

Mi Yang was speechless when he heard Gu Jian's explanation, but he still did as he was told. The husky-voiced technician leader didn't stop him either. The wonderful feeling of being protected by the second brother was influencing his soul.

He just smiled, beckoned to Sergeant Mi Yang, and adopted an indifferent attitude that said, "Do whatever you want."

To be honest, Mi Yang has only ever thought about Komi's absurd marksmanship as a result of insufficient training or mental instability, without ever considering that Komi has a ridiculous passive ability that makes it 100% impossible for him to hit the target.

Therefore, when the orc casually opened his arms and let out a disdainful laugh, Mi Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

None of their weapons could penetrate the orc's armor; only these heavy, ugly weapons were reliable.

Well... killing so many orcs is enough, there's nothing to complain about.

With such pessimistic thoughts, Miyan barely managed to lift the oversized gun, while Stone and several conscripts pulled all the triggers they could reach.

The safety device was indeed very reliable, but by orc standards. This only layer of safety was broken by Mi Yang and his group's dangerous and reckless actions.

Then the remaining bullets were unleashed, bursting into flames and making a thunderous sound.

Mi Yang felt that his arms had lost all feeling, his nose and throat were blocked by gunpowder smoke, and his eardrums, which had already been bombarded, were even more vulnerable.

The rotary spray gun was gently placed on the ground. After experiencing the power of the weapon twice, Stone and the others couldn't help but feel a sense of awe, fearing that if they moved too much, the thing would explode in their hands.

Meanwhile, the one who claimed to be protected by Brother Mao, Yanshang, was silent. When the smoke cleared, Gu Jian couldn't help but laugh at Yanshang's current miserable state.

The orc lay on his back on the ground, bullets of varying sizes and depths embedded in his front. It was a luxury to even see cracks or craters amidst such a dense barrage of bullets, let alone imagine how gruesome his body must have become under the smoke-voice armor.

The bullets, combined with the armor, were extremely heavy, and when they fell backward, they left a deep crater in the iron-clad ground.

Komi gave Miyang a thumbs-up with a grin, and with great difficulty, he chopped off the smoky-voiced man's head under the watchful eye of the farting elf hiding in the corner.

Seeing that Komi was having a really hard time doing this job, a little devil even handed him a decent-quality arc spray gun.

Chapter 23: The Overly Generous Boss (Chapter 21 is temporarily blocked)

All the fighting ended when Komi threw the head of the smoky-voiced technician from the tower.

Physically speaking, the sound of a smoky-voiced person's head hitting the ground is not as loud as the scream of a fart-like creature.

However, from a psionic perspective, the death of the Smoky Voice leader created a significant void in the orcs' Waaagh Field, causing ripples in this psionic network exclusive to the orcs, allowing every orc to sense what had happened immediately.

The orcs who had come to loot and vandalize with Gu Jian stopped their actions, as did the young technicians who were protecting their property from the bandits.

They turned their heads and stared straight at the tower, where they saw Komi's green, slender, and thin body, compared to the orcs, standing on the top floor of the tower.

Komi tapped the megaphone in his hand to make sure it still worked, then he shouted rudely and savagely at the entire junkyard.

"Alright! You little insects who are still resisting! You trash! Now that your boss has been killed by me, I am your new boss! Boss Pole!"

"Waaagh! Boss Ma Gan is the fiercest and most ruthless!" The beastmen who came with Gu Jian cheered for the victory, while those beastmen who had once belonged to Boss Yan Chong were pale-faced, hunched over and shouting weakly with their backs to Gu Jian.

The victory celebration was quite brief, basically a one-minute ceasefire. Once the orcs had recovered, they turned their attention back to the large guns in the mechanics' hands and the large teeth in their mouths.

Orcs love to plunder and arm themselves; this instinct is almost as hard to resist as breathing. This also reflects the effectiveness of the leader of the Toothbrush tribe in disciplining them. His presence allows the orcs to temporarily put aside their hostility and barely unite to fight against the human bastards.

However, this order, built on the prestige of the Fangtu, was also quite easy to destroy. After Komi infiltrated it, he didn't even do anything, he just told the beastmen a simple sentence.

"You want us to produce? We're not going to do that kind of thing! Let others do the production and construction, we'll just take all their stuff and use it ourselves!"

It must be said that Komi's words were quite to the liking of the orcs. Although they still had doubts about whether Komi was qualified to be their leader, they did not hesitate to praise him.

"Although Boss Magan is a bit skinny and weird, his style is much more Waaagh than Boss Yatu's shrunken thing!"

At dusk, there is naturally no distinction between day and night for the lower levels of the city, since the shimmering dome is the base of the man-made structure.

However, for the sake of convenience, the lower-lying people, like the nobles living at the top, adjusted their lifestyle according to the sunrise and sunset.

Komi stayed in the tower, listening intently as the greasy fart spirits introduced the legacy and inventory of the Smoky Voice to them. The voices of these green, obsequious, and cunning little creatures were so sharp and shrill that they made Komi's ears ache.

A scoundrel bowed to Komi in a rather strange manner. He lowered his nose, raised one arm behind his back, and bowed to Komi in salute. “Boss, this is that bastard Smoker’s little treasure trove. It’s full of the teeth he’s traded and the best weapons he’s eager to sell.”

"Good, good, good." Koji grinned maliciously. He himself had no interest in the orc's tusks, but he needed them to boost the morale of his troops, just like how ancient traitors would use methods such as opening granaries to distribute food to win people's hearts.

The sight of hundreds of people working together was quite spectacular, with the scorching flames of welding torches spraying onto the huge circular security door.

Half an hour later, the gate collapsed with a crash, and Gu Jian stepped inside before the dust had even settled.

Crates of teeth, bottles of fungal liquor, piles of bullets and weapons...

Looking at these things, Komi's smile became increasingly unconcealed, which made the farting spirit standing next to him somewhat uneasy.

To them, that smile was a sign of greed. Some of the sycophants even considered asking Komi for something in return, since they couldn't possibly have done all that work for nothing.

Of course, Koken was much more generous than they thought, after all, he considered himself the destroyer of orc society, not its creator.

The rest of the trouble is just a headache for that toothless boss; he just needs to speed ahead in the most chaotic direction.

Koken didn't mind at all. He grabbed a man with a foul odor next to him and, enduring the man's unique orcish stench, said, "Move everything out of the warehouse and gather all the orcs and men with foul odors. I have a great idea to tell you."

The farts carried out Komi's orders, standing behind them with an arrogance never before seen in orcs, telling them they had to get to the foot of the tower as quickly as possible to listen to their leader's voice.

Some of the farts were strangled to death by the hot-tempered orcs, while many more were lucky enough to survive after completing their missions.

The supplies were piled up into a small mountain behind Komi. All the beastmen's eyes lit up and their breathing became heavy when they saw the thing behind Komi.

Seeing the beastmen's greedy appearance, Koji picked up the microphone and shouted provocatively, "You kids are nothing compared to your boss! Weaklings like you should find a corner to commit suicide instead of following the great, skinny boss to participate in one Waaagh after another!"

But you bunch of losers are lucky, so lucky that I'm almost jealous. I, Boss Magan, am not a greedy guy. Those kids who secretly say Boss Magan is a miser can go find a hole and bury themselves!

See those gleaming teeth? See those potent fungal drinks and those incredibly powerful slashing and clapping guns? I'm too strong for that; you weaklings should pick up these things to boost your strength.

Gu Jian casually picked up a ball and tossed it down. An orc's eyes lit up as he raised his hand to catch Gu Jian's gift, but the orc beside him wouldn't let the kid have his way.

He was punched in the back of the head and lay limply on the ground, while the orcs around him fought over the spears and teeth.

Such a small disturbance was nothing to the entire orcish group, but Koken could sense that he was gradually releasing the savage nature of the orcs that had been suppressed by order.

Finally, he grabbed the farting demon holding the megaphone next to him and poured the entire potion of fungal wine—a drink that would kill any mortal—down his throat. "Now let's enjoy ourselves! Tomorrow we'll go find the weak orcs and fight them again! This is our way of life—steal from them! Use theirs!"

The orcs raised their arms and cheered in unison, "Take theirs! Use theirs!"

Chapter 24: The Most Clever of All (or the Most Clever of All)

“I have a feeling this is playing with fire and getting burned.” Mi Yang expressed his concerns to Gu Jian. Letting the orcs kill each other was indeed a good idea, but now it seems that Gu Jian’s actions have made the orcs more fanatical and dangerous.

Koken understood Miyan's concerns. His actions would indeed cause the orc army to suffer internal strife, thus creating an opportunity for the defenders of Red Mining World to launch a counterattack.

But as living weapons created by the Ancient Ones, the Orcs will not be so easily defeated.

There is even a possibility that the fighting between the two active orc groups will promote their progress, making the remaining orc tribes even stronger and more difficult to deal with.

Gu Jian simply smiled at Mi Yang's concerns; he had already devised a way to further divide the orcs.

That's a scoundrel who tries to win over both orcs and humans.

As a slave class in orc society, the fart spirits are numerous but weak in combat, and they do jobs that orcs look down on.

For example, they could be ammunition carriers, refueling workers, or even serve as a carpet for some orc leader, or even be used as cannonballs to be loaded into cannons and fired.

It's fair to say that the orcs' existing supply lines and maintenance costs are built on the blood and sweat of countless bastards. Are these cunning little creatures willing to accept such a fate?

Perhaps before Komi appeared, the perverts were happy to accept being exploited, since they had no other choice.

Mi Yang was puzzled by Gu Jian's smile. She had previously admired Gu Jian for his quick wit, but now she was curious about Gu Jian's mind, which was full of crazy ideas. She wondered if it was a gift from the emperor or something he came up with himself.

If there were a mechanical monk in their group, Miyan had no doubt that Kojima's brain would be collected by the mechanical monk and sealed in a container for research.