Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

The earth has been eternally wounded, and eight-pointed star symbols of varying sizes have been carved out by the light spears of the ships. The evil aura emanating from these things is corrupting the world in an irredeemable direction.

Komi was disgusted by the massacre that had spread across the entire planet. When he turned his gaze to the Eastern Hemisphere, he realized that what he saw in the Western Hemisphere was just the tip of the iceberg of the atrocities committed by Chaos.

The cruelty and brutality of the Eastern Hemisphere are beyond words; just looking at it made Komi feel as if her eyes were on fire.

If everything that happens in the Eastern Hemisphere were recorded in its entirety, its ability to corrupt people's minds would be tens of thousands of times greater than all the banned films in human history combined.

At this moment, Komi even thought that he wished he hadn't destroyed the Planet Killer, so that the people of Savavon could have died more quickly... just like the outcome the Masked Dancer disliked.

But this idea was just that—an idea. Komi also knew that the destruction of the Planet Killer was a great victory, and that it was not wise to deny it just because of a seemingly worse outcome.

"I don't want to watch anymore."

Komi turned off the video, causing the image of the Throne of Pain, a colossal structure thousands of meters high and wide, pieced together from countless human heads, and the image of a human centipede, its head to tail linked together and coiled around an angel statue, to vanish from his mind.

He sensed a suppressed anger in the conference room; anyone who loved the human species would feel boundless rage at the fate that had befallen Savavin.

"Captain Spyr, when you arrived in Savavone, were the enemies slaughtering the entire planet's inhabitants? Or did you only see the aftermath of destruction?" Komi asked in a deep voice.

Captain Spyr's voice came two seconds later, "It was a scene of destruction. When I arrived, I only saw two enemy frigates traveling on the Savaven's tracks, as if they were clearing out the last survivors. I drove off the enemy and picked up the last survivors on the Savaven."

“Survivors? There are still survivors?” Azrael exclaimed in surprise. Azmodan, standing beside him, added, “Those survivors are very likely potential traitors. Anyone who has witnessed that kind of living hell would be embraced by chaos in their mental breakdown. Captain Spyr, you should kill them instead of risking being corrupted by them.”

“But these survivors can tell us how Abaddon destroyed Savavon so quickly! I saw it from orbit; Savavon’s defenses were like an iron barrel! Even if the Black Legion tried to take down a fortress built by billions of people, it would take them months, right? And I’ve taken precautions. The survivors have been detained after basic checks, and I’ll detonate the bombs around their necks if anything seems amiss.” Captain Spier countered Azmody’s opinion.

The Dark Angel, known for his rage, realized that Captain Spyr's words stemmed from pity. He wanted to get up and use numerous examples to prove that Spyr's insistence was laughable weakness, but Azrael simply tapped the table with his finger, causing him to sullenly sit back down in his chair.

“I think…Captain Spyder is right,” Octa of the Ever-Victorious Army said, his eyes fixed on Komi. “These people aren’t necessarily potential traitors or despicable corruptors. You see, these mortal soldiers followed us into the far more sinister Planet Killer, and they proved their unwavering and pure will through their actions… even if they are a group of demi-humans not protected by the Human Empire…”

Octa's words drew everyone's attention to Komi, and the fate of these survivors depended on his attitude.

Komi had no hesitation. He stood up and ordered Captain Spyr, "Bring the survivors back. We need to find out what happened in Savavone. As for whether those people were pure or impure... let the merciful Savior decide."

"It is... Saint Otto."

Captain Spiel saluted, and then the blurry, shaky hologram disappeared.

Two weeks later, Captain Spyr's warship returned to Undetermined Port via a subspace jump.

The robotic arms at the berth locked the warship's hull, and a large number of prepared transport planes delivered supplies into the warship's cargo hold.

Komi also stepped into the warship and, led by Captain Spyr, headed towards the location of the Savive survivors.

Chapter 438: Another Fragment? Now we can really have some fun!

Saviven survivors.

The practice of silence.

"With an emperor, humanity has hope of enduring the long, dark night. He is the savior of our race, the only master whom humanity cannot question..."

The nuns prayed around a sacred box sealed with iron chains, their voices clear and steady, each word uttered firmly and distinctly from their lips.

In stark contrast to their voices are their images.

Once bathed in holy light, the power armor became tainted with impurity after passing through endless decay. Extensive blood-red rust gnawed at the power armor, leaving it covered in spots and pores. Even an ordinary woman could tear the power armor apart inch by inch with her bare hands.

The pure humanoid body also underwent many mutations, and tiny cracks appeared beside its ears, from which words tempting them to fall into chaos came out.

Extra eyeballs grew from their palms to help them witness the ultimate truth that had been obscured by the emperor.

Numerous bulges grew from his legs and arms, and if left unchecked, more limbs would soon burst out of these bulges.

After a complete prayer session, the nuns did not look up at each other, but instead began to pray to the next passage from the Bible, as if by unspoken agreement.

At this moment, the sealed hatch creaked, but the nuns were not interrupted by this unexpected event and continued to kneel beside the sachet and chant in a deep voice.

Komi stood in the doorway, pointing a finger at Spyr and saying, "These are the survivors? Didn't you say they were all clean?"

Sweating profusely as Komi questioned him, Spyr replied, "They were indeed normal when I rescued them and planted the bomb. Perhaps the forces of chaos fermented under the influence of the world... Shall we execute them?"

"No need. Let me see if they are worthy of the Savior's mercy. You all go out. I am enough to stay here."

“Sage, is it safe to do this? We should stay by your side.”

"Your presence here is only hindering my operations. Just stay at the door." Komi patted Spyr's chest, expressing his firm stance.

Spyr had no choice but to bow to Komi and take his leave, leaving him alone with these slowly corrupting nuns.

Komi remained silent, found a spot, sat cross-legged, and waited for the nuns to finish their prayer.

The nuns finished praying once again, but instead of starting the next round, they sent a questioning voice to Komi.

"You... are you the saint the captain spoke of?"

Komi answered readily, "That's right, I am a saint."

"Nonsense!" the nuns shouted angrily. Gu Jian frowned, thinking that the chaos in these madwomen's minds had already seeped into their brains. Just as he was about to draw his sword and bleed some blood to treat these nuns, he heard, "Sages are humble and compassionate. The qualities that emperors dislike include arrogance and haughtiness. I can sense from your words that the emperor despises you."

arrogant?

Komi curled his lip. If I hadn't used my arrogance to suppress my curse, you survivors would have already rushed over and licked my toes.

As Komi spoke, he approached the nun and said, “Listen, nuns, I don’t know what you have learned in Savavone, but in these difficult times, only a strong person can lead the people of the Empire to attack Chaos. The humility you admire will only become a hindrance.”

The nuns did not answer Komi, but instead rose and formed a human wall around the sacred box. Their leader said to Komi, "Our order has sworn to protect the relics in this box and ensure that they return to the hands of a saint. If you are truly a saint, then you will gain the seal's approval."

A seal? Those chains?

Koji looked up and, considering that the nuns' power armor and bodies had undergone changes while the chains remained radiant, he thought that these things might really carry some kind of magical power of faith.

But what good is that? No matter how strong the power of faith is, can it compare to his body that has withstood the Emperor's Golden Flame countless times?

Komi confidently continued to approach, but just as he was five steps away from the box, the iron chains on the sacred box suddenly burst into flames and quickly turned into tiny specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.

The nuns gasped in astonishment, their previous distrust of Komi vanishing completely. They immediately knelt before him, weeping as they recounted how their fates had been preciously redeemed.

Fanatics have always had such an unhealthy mental state. Komi has seen this kind of behavior many times in Sharon. He was not surprised by the nuns' reaction and skillfully walked past them to place his hand on the holy box.

Komi opened the thick, square alloy cover, revealing its contents. Komi held no hope for what was inside; after all, Abaddon hadn't sent anyone to loot the church when he destroyed Savavon.

This relic, which the nuns risked their lives to protect, was probably just a bone from a local devout bishop, or perhaps a small passage from a poem explaining the emperor's greatness.

With this in mind, Komi unveiled the red velvet cloth covering the sacred object, and his eyes widened when he saw what was underneath.

A fragment, a fragment whose edges and patterns correspond to the broken ancient coin in his hand!

Komi reached out and pinched the fragment, faintly sensing a power emanating from it that protected his life.

"This is the sacred object you protect? It's truly a connection with me..." Koken sighed as he accepted the ancient coin fragment. With this, he could risk his life for something much bigger.

The nuns' condition worsened after Komi accepted the ancient coins. A sense of relief at having completed their mission was being released from their bodies, which caused the corruption to flow through them even more rapidly.

"Your Majesty...may you have mercy on the innocent of Savaven..." The nun prayed weakly, as if she were dying. How could Komi let them die so easily?

He hadn't even asked how Savawen was destroyed!

He immediately helped up a nun of higher rank, completely disregarding the fact that the blood-red rust from her power armor had stained his clothes.

Komi said, “If you die so hastily, the Savior will not accept your souls. Your souls still have a grave sin that has not been redeemed, which is to avenge the victims of Saviven.”

The nun struggled to open her eyes and looked at Komi, saying weakly, "We...we have been tainted by a terrible corruption and can no longer serve the throne...please grant us peace."

"Rest in peace? I think you've really lost your mind. You want to rest before your sins are atoned? I'm here to convey the Savior's will: your lives should not end before your sins are cleansed." Koken said some words that religious people would appreciate. He took out a knife and prepared to bleed the nuns to remove the corruption from their bodies.

His knife stopped at his arm, not because Komi was afraid of pain, but because he suddenly had an interesting idea.

Hmm... I feel like it's worth a try...

After a brief moment of thought, Koji pulled out a concentrated beast brew and pointed the needle at the nun's purplish-black neck.

Chapter 439: Only through atonement can one return to human form.

Hmm...where am I?

My head hurts so much...

Sister Winnie, the battle-hardened nun, slowly opened her eyes, her eyelids constantly tugging shut with a sore throat. Driven by her strong will, Winnie overcame her physical exhaustion and opened her eyes wide to see her surroundings clearly.

Judging from the furnishings, this should be a medical room, but Winnie's experience tells her that this unusually large medical room was converted from a servant conversion workshop, with the huge skull gear hanging on the door being the best proof.

Her sisters lay on other cold metal beds, some struggling with physical exhaustion, others still fast asleep and unable to wake up.

"you're awake?"

A greeting-like voice came from the side. Winnie turned her head and was disgusted and angry at what she saw!

Thick fur, beast-like ears, and pupils as thin as needles.

All these details prove that the person standing in front of Winnie is an unclean demi-human, an unstable factor that should be regulated and completely eradicated!

Just think about the destruction of Savavin!

How many rebellions were instigated by these demi-humans hiding in the shadows? How many atrocities were committed by these unclean sinners?

For the Emperor! For the purity of humanity! All demi-humans should die!

Driven by rage, Sister Winnie struggled to her feet, wanting to pounce on the demi-human and strangle him to death, but the power of her will was ultimately limited, and her body only bounced once on the metal bed before going still.

Ella the cat-woman was already used to such hostility. She didn't even feel helpless. She said expressionlessly to the cat-woman working beside her, "Go and inform the saint that these sinners have awakened."

Hearing Ella say that, Winnie focused her attention on herself and found that her power armor had been stripped off, leaving her lying naked on a metal bed.

Despite the countless training sessions, her body still maintained a robust silhouette, and the black interface used to integrate the power armor and electronic muscle bundles showed no abnormalities. Yet, this familiar body still gave Winnie a sense of unfamiliarity.

Originally, she should have had a wound on her abdomen and a wound on her chest, but now they are smooth and flat, as if she were newly born.

What shocked Sister Winnie even more was that she saw a thicket of downy hair on her chest, which functionally replaced her underwear and preserved a certain degree of dignity for her.

There was other shaved hair under the metal bed frame; as for who did it, you can ask Ella about the gleaming razor in her left hand.

"What is this thing!" Sister Winnie roared at Ella, a sense of collapse emanating from her voice.

Ella remained calm as she answered Sister Winnie, “This is the manifestation of your sin. When your sins are not repaid, you must be distinguished from those pure servants of the Savior, just like us.” Ella then pointed to the beast ears on her head.

Strangely enough, Ella and the other cat-people now have four ears on their heads. One type is the ears on the sides of the head, covered by long hair. Their general outline is similar to that of normal human ears, only slightly more pointed. They have an ear canal system that can receive sound and transmit it to the brain.

Another type is the animal ear that grows higher up, often mistaken for the cat-man's real ears because it protrudes beyond the hair. Although larger in size, this animal ear lacks structural support, with only a few nerves and blood vessels present in the translucent cartilage.

Logically, such animal ears shouldn't have any function beyond being decorative. However, in practical use, cat people can use these animal ears to capture more subtle sounds, which gives them a great advantage in combat.

The helmets that Ella and the cat people received were also specially made, with long slits that allowed them to extend their animal ears. When the combat environment was too harsh, they could also retract their ears back into the helmet, because the animal ears were soft and elastic, and these large ears with a good feel could lie close to their hair.

Watching Ella's hair emerge and her animal ears twitch slightly from time to time, Winnie murmured, "The manifestation of sin?"