Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

This bizarre situation caused everyone to worry. Ezekiel from the think tank grabbed a head and used his psychic powers to examine the last scene the beastman had seen before his death.

The orc and his companion stumbled upon this place by mistake. As they were hacking away at the plain made of skin with their greatswords, they saw a thin, naked figure slowly walking towards them.

Then... a complete massacre ensued...

Ezekiel felt a chill run through him, and as if possessed, he looked up and saw a figure staring at them with a mocking gaze on the hazy horizon.

"Prepare for battle! A sinister thing is coming towards us!" Ezekiel shouted, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Azrael, Octar, and the other Space Marines looked in the direction Ezekiel had indicated, but saw nothing but flowing mist.

"You have a scent that I can reminisce about."

A light, airy voice suddenly sounded, quite close by.

Octavia looked closely and saw a naked, handsome man suddenly appear beside her. He was touching his magnificent Ever-Victorious Army power armor and speaking with a sense of reminiscence.

Friend or foe?

This problem didn't bother Octavia for long; he instantly threw a punch, intending to smash the strange man beside him to pieces.

But the man simply stretched out his palm and pointed a finger forward, and he blocked Octa's heavy punch.

The creaking and groaning sound was the groaning of the Octar armor in the face of immense force; the ever-victorious champion could barely move his fist forward, even with his teeth clenched.

"Senior citizens!"

Azrael immediately drew his sword and swung it, the distinctive buzzing sound of the disintegration field being activated was very recognizable.

The transparent human skin draped over the man suddenly flew up and wrapped around Azrael. This seemingly thin thing was exceptionally tough, binding Azrael so tightly that he could not move.

More dark angels raised their explosive guns, to which the man said softly, "You all need to be good children."

The next moment, the explosive guns that had followed the Dark Angel in slaughtering many of humanity's enemies became unusable. The Dark Angel's hands could vaguely feel that their strong and tenacious comrades had become limp and useless, as if they had been drained dry. Even they felt an immense pressure enveloping their entire bodies, making it extremely difficult to move even a finger.

boom!

A gunshot rang out from the Howler shotgun, and the shot that shook the demonic form slammed into the man's body, leaving unsightly metal fragments and red marks on his smooth skin.

"Hmm? How come your weapons can fire?" The man's smile vanished, leaving only a bloodthirsty calm, but when he saw who had fired at him, a strong interest appeared in his eyes.

Chapter 424: Has that bar broken in?

Even if the person in front of him is wearing a heavy combat suit that allows him to survive in a vacuum, the man still has a way of seeing what's inside.

After all, he was Fugen, the prince of Slaanesh!

His clear mind allows him to perceive every detail of pleasure, and his powerful perception enables him to capture endless information!

Ella felt nauseous at the gaze; it was like invisible tentacles that swept over her body and then clung tightly to that embarrassing area.

Does she have a good figure?

Compared to the many alluring figures Fugen had ever seen, Ella's figure was merely slender and delicate. Her abdomen was slightly concave, without an ounce of excess fat. After shaving away the excess white hair, you could even clearly see the lines of her abs and the outline of her navel. Her two long, slender thighs were full of explosive muscles, but they didn't form large, clearly visible muscle blocks even through the skin.

The figures he had seen were mostly exaggeratedly voluptuous, and the term "curvy" was no longer sufficient to describe them.

Her dazzling, hip-length hair was smoother than the finest silk, and the S-curves of her chest, waist, and hips were so perfect that even a sculptor with a thousand years of experience could not replicate that beauty.

Fugen licked his lips, recalling a desire that he had once deeply conversed with. The taut skin was comparable to the leather garment that bound the body, covered with intricate and delicate gold stripes and lines through tattoos and piercings, which perfectly accentuated the delicate pink swan neck.

The water bag, measured in two digits, reveals a wealth of beauty, fully showcasing the entire Earth and the metaphorical beauty of the North, South, East, and West hemispheres colliding and intertwining, outlining countless peaks and deep valleys that are a haven for happiness.

In comparison... Ella is really not worth mentioning.

But at this moment, Fugan wasn't focused on Ella's figure; he sniffed, a strong scent, the kind only found on wild animals, tantalizing his desire.

“Come here, my dear child.”

Fugan waved and spoke, but Ella remained unmoved, taking a few steps back while holding her gun.

Oh? How interesting, can you actually resist the temptation of my perfect voice?

The playful smile on Fugen's face grew wider. He moved closer to Ella and fixed his eyes on her body.

Octavian barely managed to break free from the omnipresent sense of constraint around his body using his own strength, but his efforts were reduced to dust by a snap of Fugen's fingers.

Octavia's chest was dented and ruptured by the blow, and he flew far away like a baseball, crashing to the ground and unable to get up.

The closer he got, the more vivid the images became in Fugen's mind, thanks to his extremely keen senses.

His sense of smell, which could directly detect the scent of blood from the subcutaneous blood vessels, inhaled the scent of Ella's hair. Even if Ella herself bent down to smell it, the information she could obtain was less than half of what he could perceive.

Sniff...

Ah, what a strong smell this is!

Even though the armor's self-cleaning system was still working, Fugen could smell the sweat left after many battles!

The smell of sweat fermented further in the sealed iron boots, becoming even stronger. In addition, Ella's toes were long and her sweat glands were more widely distributed on the soles of her feet, making her sweat profusely, truly the best among cat people!

The scent was strong and powerful! So strong and powerful!

Fugen took a deep breath, thoroughly intoxicated by the rich aroma of the wild beast's fur and sweat.

At this moment, he was struck by inspiration and even thought of other novel ways to play. That is, to capture the Iron Warrior and the Imperial Fist who don't like each other, remove their self-cleaning glands and the filtering system of their armor, make them sweat and produce fluids during high-intensity exercise, and finally make each other drink the stuff collected in their boots and ask each other how they feel!

He could hear the muscles stretching and bones colliding during physical activity, and he could also hear the subtle sounds of Ella's fur rubbing against the lining of her armor. Through this, Fugen could feel the softness and elasticity of the fur.

From the sound feedback, Fugen could even tell that Ella wasn't wearing any underwear, but rather that she had deliberately left some hair during her trimming to serve the purpose of underwear. This detail excited Fugen even more. He had seen too much direct stimulation and had a deep fondness for this kind of subtle beauty.

The scene became increasingly realistic and comprehensive. Before Fugen was not the fully armed Ella, but a small pet whose armor had been stripped off, revealing a beautiful body waiting for his caresses.

Just as Fugan's hand was about to touch Ella's body, preparing to strip her naked in an instant with his exquisite skill—

A swift attack came crashing down on his head!

Fugan was displeased by the unexpected resistance. He was certain that he had used his overwhelming power to suppress all the Space Marines' movements, and that his unassailable arrogance prevented the more vulnerable and ordinary mortals from harboring any thoughts of attack.

This time... is it that blind fool again?

Fugen didn't even blink; he simply extended a finger, ready to block and knock away the idiot who was attacking him.

clang!

Fugen's fingers couldn't stop the blow, and the heavy hammer slammed into Fugen's head.

He stopped what he was doing and turned to look, only to see Azmodai, known for his anger, staring intently at him.

"How did you break free of your restraints?" Fugen asked curiously, and Azmody's only reply was an even angrier roar.

"Repent! Repent!"

The dense, torrential rain of blows fell on Fugen's body, yet the attacks that could pierce through the demon's bones and leave no mark on Fugen's body.

During this time, Fuggen tried to control Azmodari by other means, but all attempts failed. His ever-increasing anger made Azmodari as difficult to deal with as Olaf, the mad dog that had gone into overdrive.

Finally, Fugen sighed. He couldn't be bothered to figure out how Azmodari had broken free of control. He delivered a serious punch to Azmodari's chest, piercing right through his body.

Despite his severe injuries, Azmodari was on the verge of collapse, but he did not give up his attack on Fugan. Seeing this, Fugan kicked him hard in the knee, smashing the armor and flesh together.

Fugen pulled his hand from the bleeding chest, and Azmody, having lost the support to stand, could only slump to the ground, cursing Fugen.

“Your words are still too boring.” Fugan patted Azmodari’s cheek, indicating that his cursing was like the childish talk of a kindergartener.

"Peacock, it's been so long, you're still as arrogant as ever, which is unbearable."

A greeting came from behind him, and Fugen's unstoppable body froze for a long time at the sound of it. He blinked rapidly and frowned, as past memories were constantly being retrieved from his mind.

Peacock is one of his nicknames, and only his brothers know this nickname and can call it out so easily and skillfully.

Fukugen slowly turned around and saw Komi staring at him with a helpless expression, like an older brother looking at his younger brother, his hands on his hips.

Chapter 425: The Last Whisper

This guy must be Fu Gen, right?

Before uttering those words in a pretentious manner, Komi had also gone through a long internal struggle.

Half of his mind told him:

That's Fugen! Look at how effortlessly he dealt with the Space Marines. Azrael and Octar, one the First Chapter Commander and the other the undefeated champion of Macragge, two of the most formidable Space Marines, were defeated by him in less than a single round!

Is it really a question to question his ordinary, small body? You've seen how Fugen once used the body of a consul general to cause trouble at Guilliman's parade, where that mortal body was transformed in an instant into a demonic body covered in scales, deformed and twisted, wailing incessantly, and with bulging muscles.

Komi's other half of his brain told him:

The Gothic Wars were not Fuggen's doing! There was absolutely no way Fuggen could have been involved! This corrupt Primarch was indifferent to everything in the outside world; even the Thirteenth Black Crusade launched by Abaddon was not as interesting as the countless heads of Phenus in his room!

There was only one thing that could truly pique his interest: his brothers who had returned to the empire!

The two minds clashed, leaving Koken utterly bewildered.

But when he sensed Fugen's fervent pursuit of perfection in his every word and action, he found the answer in his heart.

This person is indeed Fukugen... Regardless of why he appeared in the center of the Planet Killer, Fukugen is clearly the most troublesome enemy Komi has encountered since arriving in the Gothic Sector.

Even someone as powerful as Markarth had to be careful amidst the hatred of the Primarchs Mortalian and Perturabo. Otto, a mere mortal who had to consider the skill level of his Space Marine opponents, was truly limited in what he could do. Seeing the Space Marines unable to even pull the trigger due to his playful attitude, Komi felt a sense of frustration.

It's really too much to ask of him to be an enemy of someone who's completely outclassed by him.

It's worth noting that among the Primarchs, Fuggen was one of the most skilled in close combat, and his strength became even greater after his Ascension.

Anyone who doubts Fugen's fighting strength is showing disrespect to the corpse lying in Macuragh's Gilman.

The only advantage they could use at this moment was Fugen's arrogance. Koji had noticed that Fugen had just devoted 10% of his attention to the Space Marines, 10% to Ella, and the remaining 80% to his own perfect and beautiful body.

To Fugen at this point, the remaining living people were less noticeable than a small pebble on the road.

However, this careless attitude completely changed after Koken said those words to Fukugen's back.

When Fukugen turned his face stiffly, Komi felt as if his entire body had been violated by Fukugen's senses countless times.

Even if we find Hela again, strip her bare to reveal the fragile and complex circuit boards, and then throw Bennett, that affectionate man, inside and lock him up for a month.

Incidentally, they opened another room next door, stripped Marcus naked, and threw him to Antoine.

The sum of those two lunatics combined is not even worth half a hair of Fugen.

Koji felt that all his secrets had been seen through by Fukugen, but he felt no panic, only an astonishing calmness growing within him.

Who am I?

Transmigrators who have read the Primarchies! I understand your true nature better than you understand yourselves! I can break Peturabo's defenses with just a few words, and I can fool you, a drug addict whose brain is clouded by pleasure.