Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

She then remembered the words she had heard from Komi before she lost consciousness—

Do you want to rest before your sins are atoned? I am here to deliver the Savior's will: your lives should not end before your sins are cleansed...

Winnie tentatively reached up to touch her head, but the soft, bouncy ears made her close her eyes in pain.

Is this proof of my sin?

She opened her eyes again and looked to the side. Ella stepped aside, and Winnie saw that her other nun sisters also had animal ears on their heads, just like her.

Oh... Your Majesty... If this is your will, I... I am willing to accept it...

When Ella saw Sister Winnie accept her fate, she comforted her, saying, "When you atone for your sins with the Savior, the evidence of your sins will vanish, and you will regain your pure human form."

"My sin is that I failed to protect Savavon... and what is your sin?"

"My sin?" Ella didn't answer; she just thought to herself with some resentment.

We are innocent... It was the Emperor who failed to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, ignored our prayers, and left us to struggle on this desolate planet... It was the Savior who rescued us from the abyss of slavery.

Komi arrived after being notified. He went to the bedside and examined Winnie's condition, saying, "The Savior is merciful, allowing you to live to atone for your sins rather than die in shame."

“Praise be to the Emperor.” Winnie expressed her heartfelt gratitude, and Komi knew it would take some time before she could change her way of addressing him.

He glanced at Winnie from head to toe, not with any particular interest in her muscular, naked body, but simply to see the effects of concentrated beast brew on the removal of corruption.

The results were gratifying; the fleshy lumps containing limbs and the pustules with multiple eyeballs all disappeared. The concentrated brew effectively purified the nun's body of corruption and also repaired her new and old wounds.

This is something that basic craft beer can hardly achieve; it's similar to how medicine works. Concentrated craft beer is like a potent medicine, eliminating ailments in one dose, but with some side effects. Basic craft beer is about prevention, ensuring you don't catch a disease during epidemic seasons.

Of course, the best medicine is still the one's own blood, which is more effective, works faster, and has no side effects.

However, after considering the possible future of the Gothic Sector, he abandoned the plan. The corruption unleashed by Abaddon would affect hundreds of billions of people, and bleeding himself out every day would definitely not be enough. Moreover, bleeding himself out was not without its losses; it was only because his blood-regenerating ability was strong that it offset the weakness caused by blood loss.

If the war is urgent and the consumption is high, Koken cannot risk temporarily weakening his hands and feet by bleeding out too many people.

Chapter 440: The Panic Caused by the Darkness

Komi felt it was better to prepare early and use a larger-volume concentrated beast brew to deal with the mess ahead. Also, the production of Flawless City was already somewhat insufficient, and it was necessary to put the construction of a new blood supply base in the Gothic Sector on the agenda.

Komi even considered the destroyed Savavon as a possible base, with the invasion of Chaos erasing the complex relationships mentioned above, much like the Red Mining World, which had been repeatedly baptized by orcs and cults.

Moreover, by converting more orcs through craft brewing, he means the Chaos will have far fewer potential troops and twisted sacrifices. The Human Empire will also save itself the trouble of a massive purge of these corrupted beings—why not?

Since they're destined to be abandoned by the human empire, they might as well be brought under my command to work for me.

As for the reason, Komi had already thought it through. Because of their wavering faith, they were corrupted by chaos. The Savior gave them a second chance to atone for their sins in demi-human form. These beastly characteristics were proof of their grave sins. When their sins were repaid, they could regain their human form...

Is this theory, which seems to be completely ineffective in terms of manipulation, actually useful? Komi thinks it should work, after all, the Krieg people have a strong sense of atonement, and they are a good example, offering high-quality soldiers who are not afraid of death to the human empire with almost no complaints.

Komi shifted his gaze from Winnie's body to her face, asking her about the details of Savavone's destruction.

Winnie's face paled, her fists clenched, and the thought that this devout world had become a living hell filled her with anger, pain, and endless frustration.

She answered Komi in a trembling voice, telling him everything she knew.

The destruction of Savavin began with the disappearance of the sun. The day after the Great Praise to the Emperor festival in their culture, Savavin was plunged into extreme darkness. Many people awoke from their sleep unable to even be sure they had opened their eyes. The light emitted by the stars in the galaxy seemed to have been blocked, with only thermal radiation reaching the surface of Savavin.

To make matters worse, the lighting systems throughout the world also malfunctioned. The mechanical monks proved through data collection that the streetlights were working, but they couldn't explain to everyone why the lights weren't emitting any light.

The boundless darkness created panic and made maintaining the defensive line extremely difficult. The very few night vision devices available were barely enough for officers to use, and the soldiers could only move forward slowly by feeling their way forward with their hands, guided by commands.

The only place with light in the entire world was the church, which was lit with countless holy candles. However, the state religion did not have enough holy candles to supply the needs of the entire planet. They could only concentrate their troops near the church for key defenses, leaving the other troops, who were plunged into darkness, to find their own way.

“Back then, my sisters and I guarded the sanctuary of relics. The burning candles illuminated the sanctuary, but outside it was pitch black. We could only judge our surroundings by sound,” Winnie said, shaking her head. “Darkness breeds panic and becomes a hiding place for filthy things. Guided by the smell of blood, they gather and slaughter the imperial citizens who struggle in the darkness.”

As time passed, the screams outside the sanctuary grew louder, and blood poured down like rain around it. We sometimes heard explosions; the fireballs should have lit up half the sky, but we could hear nothing but the sounds and the acrid smell of smoke. Savavirn was slowly dismembered in the darkness, and when the darkness faded into twilight, it was all too late. Our sanctuary was surrounded by twisted corpses, the church behind us was smashed by enemy airdrop pods, and slaughter was everywhere…

Darkness? What is this darkness? Is it some kind of witchcraft? Has Abaddon created a perfect battlefield for his Night Lords?

Gu Jian reached into the Soul Path and grabbed a few sugar pills made from the blood of Night Dwellers. This stuff could grant people short-term, super-strong vision that could see through the darkness.

If night vision goggles are useful, then this thing should also be useful.

Unfortunately, the Night Dwellers could only provide so little blood each week that the resulting Night Vision Blood Sugar was insufficient to equip every soldier on the Exterminator.

"Alright, I understand. You and your sisters should thank the Savior for His mercy. Ella will guide you on the path of atonement." Komi left with these words.

Ella handed the razor to Winnie, reminding her, "Alright, now that you're mobile again, you can shave off the rest of the hair yourself. Remember to collect all of it; it can be used to make silk fabric, and even a cheap fuel."

"Yes, Ms. Ella."

Winnie took the razor. Looking at the hair on her body, she didn't know where to start. She wished she could cut off the hair along with the skin.

But what good would it do to cut them off? They made it very clear that until their sins were atoned for, these beastly features would accompany them to their graves.

Winnie sighed. Her experience as a battle nun made her shaving movements very skillful and natural. Ella smiled and reminded her, "If you're in the mood, you can also do something fancy, like shaving a skull on your chest to prove the purity of your heart."

"I'd rather have a permanent mark branded onto my skin with a branding iron."

“Permanent? Heh... You’ll understand later. As long as you’re not dead, no injury is permanent.” Ella showed Winnie her arm; her snow-white skin made her look like a noble princess who had never done any work. It was hard to tell from that she had killed more than thirty enemies.

Winnie remained silent, using her razor to comb through her complex emotions.

......

“Savavin’s destruction is far more sinister than I thought. I initially thought Abaddon had used some ritual to summon a chaotic dung ball and smash it onto the planet, but now it seems his methods were far more sophisticated, using profound darkness to undermine a planet’s defenses.” Komi said to Azrael and Octar, the two Space Marines. “Do you have any experience fighting in the dark? Or rather, experience fighting the Night Lords?”

“Very few... The Midnight Lords we have encountered are scattered and isolated. They are a bunch of complete cowards, hiding in stinking corpse pits while boasting that they can never be found by us if they want to.”

"And then what happened?" Octar asked, and Azrael answered matter-of-factly, "We brought in warships and bombarded his possible locations. That guy was dead, not even ashes remained."

While Komi was talking to them, the half-spirit Fuda, who sold the beast brew for Komi, was struggling in his dream. He felt his soul leave his body and rise to the ground beneath a giant tree made of countless glittering crystals.

“Fidelity...we need you to help us convey a message of goodwill.”

My relative's wedding is finally over. I'll take a break tomorrow and update with six chapters.

No update today, I'll catch up tomorrow. I asked Peturabo for a day off. The strong liquor I drank at the wedding left me with a terrible headache even after a whole afternoon of rest.

Chapter 441: Is this how you ask for a favor?

The ethereal voice did not confuse Fidelity; he immediately understood his situation.

He was being targeted by the Spirit Race, once again.

Last time they took a part of my soul, what are they planning to do this time?

Fidelity was a little nervous, but not afraid.

He had long learned about all aspects of the Spirit Race from Gu Jian, and knew that these elegant and melodious aliens were nothing more than the remnants of a destroyed empire, struggling to survive in this galaxy with the wealth left by their ancestors.

If the human empire has become a giant cesspool due to various problems, and anyone who tries to clean it up will be relentlessly attacked by the maggots inside, whose loyalty and treachery are indistinguishable, then the Eldar are the dregs left after another giant cesspool was blown up, turning into fine powder over a long period of wind and sun.

These knife ears are nothing to be afraid of. As long as you firmly believe in the Savior, the Savior will protect your soul.

With Komi's teachings echoing in his ears, Fuda blinked and felt relieved. He slightly raised his chin and observed the shimmering crystal tree in front of him with a look of appreciation.

“Fidelity, I need you to convey goodwill to humanity.”

The ethereal voice rang out once again. Fuda couldn't pinpoint the source of the voice, so he pretended not to hear it and continued to gaze at the giant crystal tree before him.

A sigh of helplessness and resentment came from Fuda’s calm demeanor. Then the giant crystal tree began to move, and with a crisp sound, one uncomfortable-looking bud after another broke through the smooth and shiny ground.

The flower buds opened, and several Spirit Race members, dressed as if crafted by nature, slowly walked out.

Fidel was a half-spirit, and this unclean bloodline made his appearance stand out in Wuding Port. Only Griffith could surpass him in appearance.

But in the presence of these spirits, Fidel and Griffith's appearances seemed ordinary. The psionic energy swirling around them made them appear as holy and unapproachable as divine messengers.

This was the first time Fu Da had ever seen such a spirit race. The spirits that had harassed him in Wuding Port in the past had all disguised themselves, transforming from energetic young people into decrepit old people. Those spirits could quickly change their appearance by simply waving their hands across their faces.

The Elven race are a bunch of arrogant idiots; they'll never learn to speak properly. Don't get any ideas just because they're good-looking...

Komi's reminder once again became the key to Fuda's clear mind. He shook his head and suppressed the sense of trust contained in his half-spirit bloodline, and immediately complained rudely, "This place is really blinding me. There are colorful lights and reflections everywhere. Do you have nyctophobia? You feel uncomfortable if you can't see light shining into your eyes?"

The Eldar who appeared weren't angry at Fuda's criticism. One of them merely frowned in displeasure and began to comment on Fuda's attitude, "Ever since you came into contact with that so-called saint, you've become less gentle and humble. Has the violent and ignorant side of the young civilization of the Human Empire finally polluted the other half of your bloodline?"

“Violence and ignorance are better than you guys hiding and plotting!” Fuda retorted coldly, venting his resentment on these Elven race.

The Eldar shook his head, speaking like a compassionate prophet, "You don't understand. This isn't some petty scheme, but rather the wisdom that has allowed our race to survive in this dark age."

"Isn't it just gathering together to make prophecies? And the prophecies you make are all a bunch of riddles that you yourselves struggle to decipher! You call this kind of prophecy wisdom?"

Clearly, the Eldar hadn't expected Fuda to see through this so easily. His prophetic composure began to crumble, and he raised his hand to cover his downturned mouth with his wide sleeves.

Seeing his reaction, Fuda held even greater respect for Koken's teachings and wisdom, as he had never been able to gain any advantage against these spirits before.

"Quiet..." the clear leader of the Eldar whispered a reminder, "We summoned him here not to argue, but to save our race from the inevitable apocalypse."

The other Eldar bowed their heads slightly in obedience, then this Eldar looked at Fuda and said to him in an extremely sincere voice, “Fuda, half-breed. I know you harbor resentment and dissatisfaction towards us, but it was not intentional for us to leave you in Unstable Harbor to live among humans; we have our reasons.”

"Difficulties? What difficulties do you have? Didn't you just steal a part of my soul? I don't even know your name." Fidelity rejected her kindness. Being inexplicably dragged into this strange place had already exhausted the little trust he had left.

The spirit sighed, but it was clear that this wasn't the first time she had humbled herself to communicate with humans. The sigh didn't elicit any further distress from Fuda.

“My name is Novia, and I am the leader of the Ark of Cassilia,” Novia said earnestly, striving to pronounce each word clearly in concise Low Gothic. “Our people, who have embarked on a different path, are playing with fire and will burn themselves. I must stop them before things become irreversible. I hope to have a proper conversation with the Imperial Saint you speak of, to build an alliance against this darkness, which could save countless lives in the Gothic Sector. I hope you understand this and invite the Saint to speak with us.”

These words and some knowledge were firmly imprinted in his mind by psychic energy. Before he could say anything more, he saw Novia wave her hand, and a gust of wind sent his soul back to his body.

After seeing Fuda's soul projection disappear, the Eldar who had been silent asked Novia in confusion, "Wasn't our posture a bit too humble? The monkeys of the Human Empire can only be intimidated by force. Blindly showing mercy and giving in will only make them lose sight of their place."

Novia shook her head painfully. “Perhaps it was possible to do this before. But when our fallen kin harvest life on planet after planet, the human empire will lose its mind. Their purge will sweep across the entire sector, and our dilapidated Ark will not be able to escape their wrath. The sooner we establish contact with humanity, the more hope we can have for survival in the future.”

Hearing Novia's explanation, the other Eldar couldn't say much. They could only lament the destruction of the Eldar Empire and the increasingly bleak future of their race.

Meanwhile, Fuda woke up with a start. He didn't even bother to tidy his appearance before going to see Komi to explain the situation.

Chapter 442: Just by looking at the name, I know what this thing is about.

After listening, Komi frowned and pondered for a while, and then, based on this little clue, he deduced part of the current situation in the Gothic Sector.

Abaddon was able to destroy Savavon so quickly not because he had any new tricks up his sleeve, but because he and the Dark Eldar had formed a cruel alliance of raiders.

So the reason these Eldar, these Ark Eldar, have come knocking is quite clear: they want to distance themselves from the Dark Eldar in order to survive the retaliation of the Human Empire.

After all, to the human empire, both the Ark Eldar and the Dark Eldar are abhorrent aliens. To distinguish between them is a waste of energy and a pointless exercise; it would be more convenient to simply raise a sword and kill them all.

Should we accept their alliance request?

Komi stroked his chin, finding it difficult to make a decision for a moment.