Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

The boss wanted to do something more, and the mechanical arm creaked as it reached for Komi's head, but a bullet from behind Komi hit the boss between the eyebrows, turning his brain into a mess.

Well done, Miyang.

Koji nodded approvingly at his support. Having Miyan fight alongside him would undoubtedly slow him down, so having Miyan provide ranged support with firearms was the best way to maximize their combat effectiveness.

Gang members could still fight to the death against the liberated tribesmen with drugs, the ruthlessness gained from fighting in the underworld, and their ancient wisdom, while the conscripted family security personnel were even more incompetent.

They were merely better equipped, but their minds were still filled with the naive power-hungry mentality of the Upper Nest.

When they have an advantage, they are extremely efficient at slaughtering their opponents; when they are at a disadvantage and fighting a bloody battle, they show signs of collapsing.

Cade noticed the team's low morale and knew he had to appear on the front lines to stop the butcher, Kojima, from advancing.

It's just an unknown little wild beast...

Cade's eyes turned cold; he had a strong sense of confidence in his highly modified body.

The human body has its limits, but the power of machinery is limitless!

Cade firmly believed in this principle, and his mechanical body saved his life time and time again in dangerous Ambow missions, easily withstanding bullets and blades from thugs.

Faust was terrified by the murderous aura and slaughterful intent emanating from Komi, his face turning pale. The anger that had just risen was slowly extinguished by the flying heads.

His lips trembled as he warned Cade, "Be careful, Captain Cade, that guy's strength is extraordinary..."

Cade ignored Faust beside him, only turning his head to give the coward a contemptuous look.

Faust was stunned, not because of the disrespect in Cade's eyes, but because he had never seen the eyes of a living person so red, and so clearly revealing a desire for battle and blood.

Has Cade gone mad?

No sooner had Faust thought this than Cade opened his mouth and loudly proclaimed his arrival through a megaphone.

This guy is indeed much stronger than the other gang members and family security guards that Komi killed. His mechanical body also allows him to maintain basic combat ability even after suffering multiple injuries.

But that's all there is to it; Cade is not even as threatening to Komi as that ugly mouth.

Two axe blows pierced through Cade's breastplate, three blows severed his limbs, and the remaining three blows smashed his head, which was as hard as tank armor, to pieces. Cade was now a mangled corpse that occasionally spurted out engine oil and sparked electricity.

The tribesmen grew stronger with each battle, their hearts filled with a burning desire for revenge that transformed into a powerful force that ruthlessly annihilated all invaders.

He knocked down the security guard holding a shield with his bare hands, then grabbed him with both hands and smashed him down on his throat like a heavy hammer. The security guard let out a whimper and died.

The last lash of furious lightning flowed from Faya's hand. She was extremely weak at this moment, and her body trembled as she leaned back into the arms of the tribesmen. Her face was covered with cold frost from time to time. This coldness could not be overcome by physical means, but could only be overcome by her own will.

However, she did not utter any crazy words due to the psychic disorder, which demonstrated her extraordinary control over psychic energy. Most psychics in this situation would only go crazy and shout some illogical ramblings, and their bodies would undergo irreversible mutations.

The hovercraft teetered on the brink of collapse, its engine disintegrating, metal dust flowing downwards like crumbling sand, as the massive creation plummeted toward a corner of the bottom nest.

Judging from the shockwave that came a few seconds later and the huge fireball that illuminated the bottom nest as if it were daytime, there could not be any survivors in this hovercraft.

Holding his bright red-dyed machete, Komi could clearly sense the fear in the hearts of the remaining gang members and family security guards. They watched with pale faces and despair as Komi approached them step by step.

For every step Gu Jian took, the group of people took a step back.

As if that wasn't enough, they retreated while throwing their weapons on the ground, afraid that their increased threat would attract the attention of this god of death.

Seeing that these people had given up the will to resist, Gu Jian also felt it was pointless. He slung his axe over his shoulder and snorted coldly, "Get lost. Whether you live or die depends on your fate."

The group wanted to move; they didn't want to go against Komi's wishes.

They dared not move, for the blood-stained tribesmen were staring at them with cold, menacing eyes.

Komi only glanced back once, and the tribespeople obediently made way. The remaining gang members and family security guards, their morale shattered, scrambled out of the slaughterhouse. As for how the tribespeople would hunt down these defeated soldiers, that was not Komi's concern.

Miyan was puzzled by Gu Jian's inexplicable mercy, but she just sighed and thought that this might be part of the Emperor's plan.

Faya, however, saw it more clearly through her psychic vision. She scanned the souls of these defeated individuals and discovered that the part of their souls that represented courage had been permanently plundered, turning them into shattered, floating objects. It was impossible for them to make a comeback. It was a good thing that they weren't scared to death on the spot when they heard Komi's footsteps.

The chosen people of the God-Emperor are truly incredibly powerful.

Faya felt a surge of admiration and gratitude, and her face, which had turned purple from the cold, regained some color.

Lankao, who had been captured, breathed a sigh of relief at his choice, at least he had saved his life in front of these people.

Chapter 41: Listening to the Voice of God's Chosen One

Now, only Faust remains.

Behind him was the hall ablaze, and in front of him stood Komi, covered in blood.

The powerful and ancient gorilla armor could not give him the slightest sense of security, and even the family crest that allowed him to move freely between nests now seemed ridiculously laughable.

Escape! We have to escape!

The thought immediately popped into Faust's mind, but before it could travel to his feet, he heard the hellish sounds coming from Komi.

"Coward, where do you think you're going?"

Faust felt his steps abruptly halted. He trembled all over, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. His body, almost out of control, swayed back and forth between the choice of fleeing and fighting Komi to the death.

His face grew paler and paler, and the gap in his head seemed to boil over, spewing out large amounts of hot steam, as if his brain was being roasted alive by the flames of fear.

Komi took another step forward.

Faust's body shuddered violently.

The axe blade was slightly tilted to the side, casting a ray of light onto the chopped-up Cade.

As if envisioning his own death, Faust screamed inwardly: Run!

He immediately turned around and tried to escape in a haphazard manner.

Komi narrowed his eyes, weighed the axe in his hand, and prepared to throw it at Faust's retreating figure.

However, what happened next made Komi stop what he was doing. He saw this cruel and cowardly fellow stagger a few steps, then collapse in front of the burning hall, panting and clutching his chest, his face full of pain.

Koji ran over to check on him and found that Faust's heart had stopped beating from fright.

Was he really scared to death? Am I that scary?

Komi gave a wry smile, then remembered that he was covered in animal skins, and thought that this decoration might have intensified Faust's fear of him.

With Faust dead, the flames of revenge that had been raging throughout the tribe quietly dissipated, and the exhausted tribespeople searched for their families.

Some were unharmed, only a little frightened.

Some families were wiped out, leaving only a lone individual kneeling before the corpses of their loved ones, weeping and wailing.

Looking at these tribal people, even Miyan, who didn't have a good impression of them, felt a little heavy-hearted.

The Empire portrays mutants as a monstrous threat, a group of filthy, degenerate beings who are unable to communicate and are naturally corrupt.

After spending the last few days with them, Mi Yang felt that apart from their strange appearance, they were no different from humans.

However, how could she know that in the most glorious era of humankind, genetic engineering had become widespread throughout the entire human race? Even she, who considered herself a pure human, was less pure than a banana in the eyes of some still-operating ancient human gene identification devices.

Of course, the Falla tribe is just one example among the vast number of mutants. Most mutant tribes are still dangerous. In the Warhammer world, stereotypes can well describe the degree of danger of something.

If you lack the strength, do not harbor good intentions.

If you truly want to contribute to peace, it's best to first become an existence equal to the gods.

The sounds of crying and burning mingled together, which annoyed Koji. He weighed the axe in his hand, listening to the cracking sound of the handle hitting his palm.

In a daze, the breeze carried some indistinct murmurs to Komi's ears. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the sound had led him into the burning hall.

Koji frowned and walked into the hall.

The raging fire made the temperature here incredibly high; even a single breath of the scorching smoke could burn your throat.

Koji didn't feel too uncomfortable; he simply thought the miners were strong, resilient, and reliable.

Deep within the hall, he discovered the imperial scripture that Faya had devoutly revered.

The book had been ravaged by fire; its pages were charred and brittle. As soon as Komi picked it up from the shelf, it crumbled into a pile of ashes, staining his hands.

Koji shook his head, feeling sorry that Falla had lost such a sacred text.

When he emerged once more from the burning hall, the tribespeople were already packing their belongings in mourning, preparing for their migration.

Faya was placed on a palanquin by the crowd. She looked at Koken with sparkling eyes, seemingly wanting to ask if her holy book had been destroyed in the fire.

“The Emperor’s sacred word is now useless,” Komi said, shaking his head.

Faya was not saddened by this. She could tell where the Holy Scripture had gone from the ashes in Komi's hand. She smiled at Komi and said, "The Emperor's Holy Word will not perish. It has simply gone to a place where it is needed more."

“Yes, yes, that’s where he’s needed even more.” Komi agreed wholeheartedly, and then, following Faya’s instructions, took a few steps forward to remove the animal skin that had been magically attached to his body.

As Faya watched Gu Jian get much closer to her, her face flushed with a girlish blush, though it wasn't very noticeable in the light of the burning fire.

Falla's voice trembled slightly, as if she were struggling with an extremely blasphemous and offensive thought, "I'm not strong enough right now, could you... could you put your hand on my ear?"

"what?"

Komi was somewhat stunned, while Faya became even more nervous. Her tongue stammered, awkwardly moving around in her mouth, "I only wanted to use the Emperor's voice to dispel the evil's corruption. Although the Holy Scripture was destroyed in the fire, your hands..."

Komi looked at the ashes on his hands and understood what Faya meant.

Hiss... It's all turned to ashes now, can you still hear the Emperor's voice?

Psychic power is truly amazing.

While sighing, Komi stood in front of Faya and gently placed his hands on her ears.

"Please...please be closer, okay?"

At Faya's request, Komi increased the pressure, pressing down firmly on Faya's very elastic ears.

Oh my god...

Oh my god...

Faya screamed inwardly, lost in the supreme bliss of listening to the voice of the Emperor's chosen life.

Komi's hand... Komi's voice... Komi's body temperature...

The twitching of muscles, the rush of blood, the slight grinding sound of bones being squeezed...

And there was the sound of the ashes of the Emperor's Words being further crushed in my ears.

The existence of the Emperor's Chosen God entered the deeper levels of the brain directly from the ears, stirring up turbulent waves in the profound sea of ​​the soul.

Oh... merciful emperor, why did you make me live to experience all of this? Do I really deserve it?

Faya's body trembled, her gaze unfocused and dazed. The psychic frost on her face vanished, and two streams of blood slowly flowed down her cheeks.