Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

It was when she was parked on the deck that the pilot arrived carrying a jug of holy oil and a manual for serving the soul of the machine. He stood about five meters away, somewhat at a loss, looking down at the book, trying to figure out his first step.

She glanced at the book herself and finished reading the twenty-plus-page booklet in just 0.5 seconds.

The above content was extremely boring. The first section told people to chant the spirit of the machine before using it and to tap the side of the engine with their fingers in awe. Whenever her driver did this, she only felt a little itchy.

Then, apply the holy oil made by the Cult of Mechanics to ensure the machine spirit is in a comfortable environment. In the heat of battle, if there's no time to replenish the machine spirit's oil, sticking a pine-tree-shaped oil-scented card onto the machine will also allow it to remain patient for a short time...

Machine Soul doesn't like oil-flavored cards; the glue on them is sticky, and they leave marks when you peel them off.

Machine Soul remembered that her pilot spent thirty seconds on the first three pages, until she spewed out some black smoke from the engine due to incomplete combustion of fuel, at which point he hurriedly came over to try to calm her down.

Although the fighter jet's spirit hadn't been served by anyone else before, she could sense the pilot's rustiness...

Sometimes she would laugh, sometimes she would cough dramatically, just to enjoy the changing expressions on the driver's face.

Now... she can never see it again...

Upon realizing this, the Machine Soul felt a sense of loneliness growing within her sea of ​​data. She felt like she couldn't breathe and began to fear the void.

She continued to call out to the driver with the piercing alarm, and eventually she accepted reality.

She grieved for the charcoal on the chair, for the time they had spent together, and for the alien that had caused it all...

The flames of revenge are burning, and the Machine Soul vows to make that Spirit Race pilot pay a bloody price.

What the Machine Soul was thinking was beyond Jack's knowledge. He and his squad were in a state of chaos under the attack of the Eldar fighters. It was only because of Wing's reminder that Jack discovered that the Fury-class fighter, which had stopped operating, had started up again, just as he had awakened Wing's engine in the Planet Killer.

"What is the fighter jet's soul going to do?" Jack murmured. The next moment, he saw the fighter jet's engine suddenly light up and fly off at an extremely high speed.

This strange phenomenon terrified the Eldar pilot. He used the aircraft's equipment to confirm that there could be no living thing inside the Fury-class fighter, and the machine spirit was something that the Eldar could not recognize or understand. Therefore, the Eldar instinctively believed that the fighter that suddenly came to life was possessed by a demon.

Chapter 452: Why not ask the magical Myriad Machines God?

The Eldar fear demons.

Because they knew that these soul-devouring killers would do horrific things once they obtained their souls, things that even a lifetime of imagination and description could not fully capture.

The Eldar pilot's gaze turned cold; he was serious and intended to destroy the fighter jet that had suddenly taken off at high speed.

The pulse energy cannon and the two radiant spears were all aimed at him. Just as the thought of destruction arose in his mind, the fighter jet, which was spinning around like a headless fly, actually locked onto him with a quick turn.

What would it feel like to be targeted by a vengeful machine spirit?

The Elven race felt a chill run through his body. Even though they were so far apart and the three powerful weapons were fully charged, they could not give him any sense of security.

"Die, you demon!"

The Eldar pilot roared, and a flash of light immediately shone on the fighter jet.

Seeing the fighter jet fall apart, the Eldar pilot breathed a sigh of relief. This moment of relaxation made him forget to adjust the position of the fighter jet, and a fist-sized piece of the wreckage of a Fury-class interceptor crashed into his aircraft.

The high-speed, high-temperature debris instantly pierced through the holographic field's meager defenses and embedded itself in the Eldar pilot's fighter's armor, which was made of spirit bones and thin alloy.

Such damage is nothing, even though the Eldar fighters have a compact internal structure. But this wreckage is extraordinary, carrying the vengeful fury of the machine spirit.

Before the Eldar pilot's sense of relief had even worn off, he immediately sensed unusual fluctuations in the fighter jet's small soul circuit.

Then, he experienced his first ever loss of control of his fighter jet. The holographic field that had been concealing his figure was also flickering erratically and unstablely. His fighter jet was exposed to the oracle and to the eyes of Jack and his vengeful companions.

"Enemy planes! Enemy planes have appeared!" The joyful shouts were filled with anger and humiliation at being toyed with by the Eldar. Fingers were already on the triggers, ready to unleash a hail of bullets to tear the Eldar planes apart with the slightest force.

At that moment, Jack made the right decision. He immediately shouted into the communication channel, "Wound the prisoners! Don't destroy them completely. We need to recover this fighter jet to find the key to their concealment. We only need to taste this humiliation of being toyed with once!"

"Then leave this job to me!" Gunner Tik immediately accepted the task. He rotated the turret and aimed at the disabled Eldar fighter, using his excellent understanding of the weapon's destructive power to disable the Eldar fighter.

"What on earth is going on!" The Eldar pilot looked panicked in the cockpit. Facing the inevitable death, his earlier sense of nonchalance vanished.

On the bridge of the Punisher, Komi was troubled by the losses of his fighter squadron. More than ten Eldar fighters were toying with the hundred fighters he had dispatched. In just over ten minutes of engagement, he had already lost as many as twenty of them.

At this moment, Koji was even considering whether he should pilot a fighter jet out himself. Although he was not good at aiming at specific objects, he was incredibly accurate at shooting at these guys who were hiding everywhere.

For example, the dancers under Slaanesh who summoned clones to flash back and forth suffered a great loss at Komi's hands, and were killed before they could even show their abilities.

The losses continued to mount over time, and Koji sighed, unable to complain much to his soldiers.

After all, the Eldar's fighters and pilots are among the best in the universe. It would be quite difficult for them to compete with pilots who have drunk Beast Brew and are piloting vehicles equipped with Xuan-style defensive armor.

They're not some kind of superhuman Tau race, relying on some so-called racial talent to utterly defeat the space necromancers that fly without inertia.

"Fetia, have a fighter jet prepared for me on the helipad. I'll personally deal with those damned Eldar."

Fithia blinked and replied, "Lord Otto, Lieutenant Jack sent a message that they have successfully captured an Eldar fighter and sent data via an analyzer."

"Oh?" Komi immediately perked up upon hearing this.

Jack's got something else. First, he piloted his fighter jet and dropped a bomb meant for the warship on Fulgrim, and now he's captured an Eldar fighter jet? Bringing him onto the ship from Unseen Harbor was definitely the right decision...

A smile appeared on Gu Jian's face as he asked Fithia, "How is the data from the analyzer? Is it possible for us to use this to crack the Eldar fighters' holographic field concealment?"

Fettea had always been responsive to Komi's inquiries, but faced with this massive amount of data, she remained silent for the first time, her face showing a bitter expression.

Komi snapped out of his reverie, and before he could even think of a solution to the current problem, Fithia spoke again.

"Why not, why not let the God of Myriad Machines interpret these?"

Komi's anus tightened. The Myriad Machine God that Fetia mentioned was none other than the shadow of Mao Ge that he had seen after eating the blood sugar from the fart essence.

Fetia and Sage Sem are currently the only two people who have eaten fart essence blood sugar. According to their memories, they were just standing at the bottom of a mountain made of technological creations, watching Mao Ge's busy figure with awe through the impenetrable clouds.

The two quietly learned the techniques, and Brother Mao either didn't notice or simply couldn't be bothered with these two ant-like beings.

But taking the initiative to ask... that's a completely different matter.

If the two of them were to actually attract Mao Ge's attention, and this orc god were to part the clouds and reveal his true form, all the lies that Komi had woven would instantly crumble...

No! We can't let Fetia ask Mao Ge!

This is a job only I can do! Only the great farting mentor can handle it!

Komi made a decision immediately. He said to Phitia with a serious expression, "Sister Phitia, talking to the God of Myriad Machines is not an easy task. I think you are not qualified to talk to the God of Myriad Machines right now."

“Oh…you’re absolutely right, my lord.” Fitia agreed with Komi’s statement. She knew clearly that she was just a cultivator with some technical knowledge, not a great sage who could imbue himself with knowledge, and could not compare to a blessed person like Komi who had created so many treasures.

Fatiars quickly extracted the data and handed it to Komi. Komi's head was buzzing as he looked at it, but he managed to memorize it all thanks to Otto's incredible memory, which he used to remember the birthdays and menstrual cycles of noble ladies.

Then he prepared in the pure white hall, rubbing the tall, thin, and cunning-looking shell of the Grand Master of the Butt Spirit with the soul bricks of the orcs he had killed.

The fart-like blood sugar gushed down his stomach with a thud. This stuff was so smelly that Komi almost vomited.

As the one who created blood sugar, the effects of using it differed from those of Fetia and the Sage of Sem. His soul did not passively leave his body; rather, it was drawn to him by a force originating from the warp.

Komi adjusted himself into a comfortable position on the captain's throne, and then deliberately separated his soul from his body. He first went to the pure white hall and put on the shell of that farting grandmaster, and then flew quickly towards where Mao Ge was, following the pull.

Chapter 453: Brother Mao! Don't speak! It's me.

Arriving at the foot of the technologically advanced mountain range that both Fytia and the Sage of Sem had visited, Komi couldn't help but marvel at everything around him.

These tech products made by Mao Ge don't have the ruggedness of orc culture. Every screw is perfectly placed in its proper place, instead of being confined to those holes by my own imagination.

I believe that the power of thought has its limits, and Komi is well aware of this.

This magical power could only help the orcs survive the most difficult and slow early stages of technological development, allowing the simple steam engines they created to chug along instead of blowing up their own people.

As the orcs' technology advances further, I suspect that the power of thought will participate less and less due to the orcish technocrats' better understanding of technology. This is exemplified by the orc artifacts that the Cult of Mechanics was willing to go to great lengths to bring back; their ingenious and rational mechanical designs could even inspire a great sage who had been pausing his thoughts for a long time.

Komi hoped to learn something from this mountain of technology, but it was clearly beyond his knowledge; he could only remember a general outline.

clang!clang!clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed down from the sky, dark and heavy, like clouds formed from exhaust fumes emitted during tens of thousands of years of industrial age, violently churning, and countless fine metal dust particles rippled down from the mountain of technology.

Metal dust swirled and danced, rubbing against each other to create lightning, which crackled and flickered densely before Komi's eyes.

All of this was interpreted as a sacred scene caused by the creation of the Myriad Machines God. Komi looked up and saw Mao Ge casting a huge shadow with the clanging sound.

Koji looked at himself, confirming that he was indeed wearing the skin of the Great Master of Farting, and then he shouted at the top of his lungs towards the sky, "Brother Mao! Great Brother Mao! Our Waaagh needs your help!"

The shouts, loud enough to echo throughout the entire football stadium, grew fainter halfway through, and were finally shattered by a clang.

Seeing this, Koji was also a little troubled. Did they really have to climb all the way up? This was too high...

As he paced back and forth in thought, Koji tripped over something. He steadied himself and looked down, only to see a handle emerging from the ground.

Yeah! There are plenty of weapons that Brother Mao made on the spot. I can't operate those imposing mechs, but I can understand these big and heavy things!

Komi immediately started digging in the ground and quickly found the thing that had tripped him.

It is an axe, but the blade is ridiculously large; it could even be used as a shield for a Space Marine.

Komi gripped the handle with both hands and lifted it up with a burst of strength. He approached the mountain peak and began to hack away fiercely.

The armor of that unknown technological creation was surprisingly hard. If the passive effect wasn't triggered, it would cause pain in both hands. But when the passive effect was fully stacked, a critical hit could easily dig a large chunk of metal off these machines.

Komi worked hard, chopping away, and soon a gap appeared in the mountain formed by the stacked machines. The gap grew larger and larger until it began to affect the stability of the structure.

"A knife doesn't need to be hard, as long as it can cut! A gun doesn't need to be good, as long as it makes a sound. If you're tough and have thick skin, then we'll use a flamethrower. Big claws dig into your skull, small hammers smash your feet. If we can't use the gun, we'll weld some iron. Shrimp gather in a bunch, boys assemble in a group, Brother Mao says: Waaagh, Waaagh, that's the most exhilarating thing about fighting!"

Mao Ge hummed as he tapped and pounded on the little toys in his hands. When he saw that the toys were almost done, he raised the hammer that had smashed countless blind demons and gave it one last blow to the bent iron plate.

clang...

The sound was no longer crisp; it had a dull, unforced quality. Mao Ge's body jerked downwards, and he managed to grab onto something to keep from falling.

"What's going on? Another damn bug is biting my table leg?" Brother Mao roared in dissatisfaction, crouching down to look down.

The mountain of machines that astonished Phitia, the Sage of Sem, and even Komi was nothing more than the legs of a table he used to elevate his forging station.

The commotion caused by Mao Ge's downward probe was equally astonishing. Gu Jian immediately dropped the large axe in his hand and moved away from the gap that was so large for him as quickly as possible.

Before Mao Ge could even reach down, a stench unique to orcs wafted down, and Gu Jian's eyes almost welled up with tears from the stench.

He coughed a few times with difficulty, blinked to squeeze away the tears, and then he saw two huge, bright red eyes embedded in an ugly face, with a protruding chin and sharp, yellow teeth vying to protrude.

Brother Mao is staring at me...

For some reason, Koken felt a little uneasy, perhaps because the orc gods were even more unpredictable than Khorne.

Whether Brother Mao saw Gu Jian or not, he didn't know. He only saw Brother Mao's eyes scan the bottom of the mountain, and then he reached his big hand into the ground made of machines and started to grope around.

Mao Ge's strength is truly terrifying. Komi needs to exert all his strength to dig a hole in the tightly compressed machine, but Mao Ge just twists his hand and squeezes in, accompanied by the squeaking and creaking sound of twisting metal.

"Hey! I knew it!" Mao shouted, grabbing a handful of dark, mechanical tentacles. This thing reminded Gu Jian of Vashtor and those lunatics of the Dark Machine Cult.

Mao was clearly used to seeing these things. He rubbed his hands together vigorously, crushing these cowards who were trying to probe his skills into powder.