Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

She looked down at herself and began to loathe her body. At this moment, she desperately wanted to transform herself into a pure machine without any flesh or blood, a machine that could nurture a machine soul! In that way, she could be lovingly cared for by Komi, and her clumsy, beast-like soul would thrive under its nourishment!

Oh!

Fetia felt her reinforced spine, which had been fitted to support the weight of the engineering backpack, softened by this thought. She slid down the wall inch by inch, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Just as her eyes were glazed over, Komi's voice came through the microphone on the door.

"Ahem... Fithia, you still have work to do."

"Well!"

Realizing that her embarrassing behavior had been clearly seen by Komi, Fetia blushed and immediately jumped up, covering her face with her hands and running quickly to the end of the corridor.

Koji sighed helplessly as he watched Fitiya disappear from the monitor screen. He knew this girl was going to have a fit, and if he didn't stop her, Koji really suspected that there would be a patch of sticky engine oil at his door.

“It’s time to offer tribute…” Koken sealed off his room, leaving the two demons, Gouzi and Mimi, to keep watch. Then he took out “The Collection of Stories Against Heaven” and prepared to embellish the stories to suit Slaanesh’s tastes before sending them to the Masked Dancer.

Soon after, the masked dancer arrived. He was very dissatisfied with the story, but one small part of it did inspire him.

It was the same Leman Rustank, which had been in the hands of orcs for years. When she encountered the brand-new Leman Rustank on the battlefield, which wasn't even fully painted, her clouded consciousness cleared for a moment, but the rough handling of the mechanics' machines made her consciousness drift away again.

Under the gaze of other Leman Rustanks, and even Imperial soldiers who had fought alongside them, this Leman Rustank murmured with utter decadence through its engine.

Hmm... I've already... I can't live without those mechanics anymore... Their wrenches and screwdrivers are way too big; my screws have practically become their shape...

The masked dancer stroked his chin, saying to Komi with amusement, "I've captured quite a few knight families' mechs and pilots, and I was just wondering what to do with them. Your methods are certainly interesting. Hahaha! I'm going to thoroughly humiliate those knight mechs and let the pilots witness it all!"

Listening to the masked dancer's words, Komi could only silently pray for those poor guys.

......

The Manfield Bar was still packed with people, sitting around tables drinking Beast Brew and telling each other about their glorious exploits.

Jack, Harlan, and Tick, who was modified to look almost like a cyborg, were also in the tavern, but they couldn't find any empty seats, so they could only stand and drink while holding their glasses and leaning against something.

Tick ​​downed his drink in one gulp, then complained somewhat sullenly, "Ha... this Beast Beer isn't very strong? Did the bar owner water it down?"

"Didn't we already talk about the water dilution issue?" Harlan rolled his eyes at Tick and pointed to the notice on the wall.

This large parchment, large enough to be clearly read by someone a hundred meters away, contains a passage.

"Due to the intensity of the battle, the consumption of Beast Brew is severe. In order to ensure the combat readiness of soldiers and stabilize the condition of the wounded, Beast Brew will be given priority to combat troops and distributed in full before the battle."

“I’m just venting.” Tick knew it himself. He chuckled twice at Harlan and walked to the bar to buy another craft beer to sip slowly.

Jack didn't care about the issue of diluting the Beast Brew; he nudged Harlan with his elbow and asked about a new organization recently established on the Exterminator.

Do you know what a blood donation team is? What do they do?

Harlan pursed his lips, not answering Jack's question but saying first, "You really shouldn't be hanging around the wing every day. There are plenty of mechanics on the tarmac. You're taking over all the work, what are they supposed to do?"

Jack scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly. "It's not that I don't trust the mechanics' skills, it's just that Wing is a bit clingy."

"Tch...come on." Harlan didn't dwell on the topic for long. She showed her arm, which had five shallow, bean-sized indentations close together. "See these? These are what's left after blood collection."

"Just picked recently?"

“I had my blood drawn before you arrived. In fact, I donated it voluntarily; it’s a testament to my loyalty and purity. In the past, the Exterminator had people specifically responsible for blood collection, which were medics and gene cultivators. Now that the Exterminator has more people, the blood collection staff couldn’t keep up, so a blood collection team was formed.”

"Why set up a blood collection team?" Jack blinked. "Just to give us physical exams?"

"That's part of the reason, but more importantly, it's for making craft beer... wait, you mean you don't know where Beast Beer came from?"

"I only drink it..."

"My God! You really should go out more. I think even Wing wouldn't want to see her pilot as an idiot who knows nothing."

Next, Harlan explained to Jack the origin of Beast Brew. This rich, red liquor is a manifestation of the Savior's blood on earth. He generously used his own blood as the primordial catalyst, and then we poured our own blood to express our love and respect for the Savior. Finally, the blood mingled to form a sublime blood oath between us.

Jack listened quietly. After Harlan's explanation, he felt that his relationship with the people around him had become closer. They believed in a god and drank the craft brew made from blood. They were like family members connected by blood!

His attention was then drawn to the noise from a corner of the bar, where people were carefully examining a small booklet and then exclaiming in surprise.

"No! This is terrible! How could they let this happen!"

These people didn't even bother to drink their wine and rushed straight out the door.

Chapter 469: The Numbers That Caused Guilliman's PTSD

what happened?

Jack and Harlan were very curious, so they went over together and found that a new bookshelf had been set up in a corner of the bar, where anyone could buy a booklet by inserting a few converted credits.

As an officer qualified to command a fighter squadron, Jack's salary has reached 300 Throne Coins per month, which is more than six times that of an ordinary soldier.

But most of the time, Jack didn't have the opportunity to use Throne Coins. This golden, heavy currency was rarer than the finest gems for many people in the world, and they had to exchange it with the Quartermaster Department before they could buy anything from them.

Based on Jack's experience, he preferred to exchange Throne Coins for cans of food that the soldiers were tired of eating. These military-grade products were a rare treat for the people struggling to make ends meet, at least ensuring their safety and preventing them from worrying about dying of food poisoning the night after eating them in the morning.

Jack invested in credit coins, which were smaller in both value and size. He picked up a booklet and opened it. After only three pages, the drunkenness on Jack's face was replaced by deep worry.

At that moment, Jack had only one thought in his mind.

What if the terrible things described above happened to Wing?

Those orcs! Those filthy and savage orcs! They'll scrape off Wing's beautiful paint! They'll smash her windows and use all sorts of horrible methods to subdue Wing's soul!

Oh, Savior above!

Jack couldn't bear to watch any longer. Everything that Leman Rustank and her predecessor, the Poison Blade Tank, had endured was too cruel for him. No machine spirit should have to suffer such torment.

“I have to go back.” Jack slapped the booklet on Harlan’s chest and immediately turned and ran towards the bar entrance.

“Hey! Hey!” Harlan called out, flipping through the booklet, trying to find out why Jack was behaving strangely.

After glancing at it twice, Harlan looked reluctant...

Back on the tarmac without stopping, Jack was drenched in sweat. When he saw the Wing quietly parked there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, you are alright."

Jack swallowed hard and continued running. The sound of his footsteps woke the dormant Wings, and the shut-off engines turned on by themselves, running in a low-fuel-consumption standby mode, just like someone who had just woken up from a dream.

Jack placed his hand on the outer shell of the Wing, feeling the slight vibration from the engine, and then pressed his forehead against it, saying, "Oh, Wing. It's so good to see you're alright. I just read a terrible story about some loyal and brave machine spirits who fell into the hands of the enemy and suffered humiliation."

The fuselage trembled rhythmically, and Jack could read the flying wing's thoughts.

"That terrible fate will never befall you, I swear to you, Winged One, I will protect you, I will, I revere the Savior. I am willing to give my entire soul to Him, but I also feel a pang of guilt, for I also wish to share my soul with you. I want to feel your presence at all times; any separation fills me with dread..."

In the cockpit, a heart appeared on the projection screen used to better check the machine spirit's mood. Perhaps before, there was a naive machine spirit inside this fighter jet, but now, even Komi couldn't say for sure what was inside.

And this is just the beginning.

......

As soon as Gu Jian saw Fu Da approaching him with a troubled expression, he knew that Fu Da had brought news from the Spirit Clan again.

Gu Jian rolled his eyes. He thought to himself that these spirit races were really despicable. He had killed so many spirit pirates, sealed their souls in the hall, used their flesh and blood to make soul brew, and used injured spirits to make spirit bird divination instruments.

From any perspective, he can be considered the mortal enemy of the Eldar. It would be utter nonsense to think of talking to him instead of killing him.

Could it be that these spirit races don't consider other spirit races as their own? Or do they feel that what they've done is inferior to what Chaos and their wicked distant relatives have done?

After being bothered like this every now and then, Koji finally gave up and asked Fuda, "Okay, okay, what exactly do those spirits want?"

Fidelity replied, “They want to talk to you, in my dreams.”

“What is there to talk about? I know all too well what Abaddon wants to do…” Komi closed his eyes. He didn’t think he had anything that the Eldar needed to tell him.

"They gave me some numbers this time, and they think you'll definitely be interested."

“呵...5、6、7、8、9吗？”古见冷笑一声。

“呃，是2、11、21、19、9、2。我不知道这是什么意思，但那些灵族脸上真的带着一副...吃透你的样子。”

Koji frowned, repeating the numbers over and over again. At first, he was just as confused as Fuda, but after repeating them many times, he began to feel a sense of familiarity.

It's like constantly reminding Guilliman of the number two. Regardless of the specific meaning of the number, repeating it over and over will surely remind Guilliman of his grand ambition to establish a second empire.

At this moment, Komi was also thinking about the original body.

21 = The Emperor personally created 21 Primarchs.

19 = Later, for some reason, the existence of two Primarchs and the Legion was erased. The Primarchs who disappeared were Primarchs 2 and 11. Komi didn't know what kind of personality and abilities they had, nor did he know the specific reasons for their demise. He could only roughly understand these two Primarchs from the fragments of words spoken by other Primarchs.

9 = After the Horus Rebellion, the Empire of Man concealed the existence of nine rebellious Primarchs, claiming that the Great Emperor had only nine glorious sons.

The recurring 2 might suggest that the Eldar have information about Primarch #2, which could be the cause of his death.

Gu Jian thought about it more and more and felt it was possible. At this moment, his disdain for the Spirit Race began to burn. He stared at Fu Da, making the latter feel uneasy.

"I understand what you mean!" Fuda exclaimed, his voice cracking slightly with nervousness. "I'll tell the Spirit Race to stop bothering you!"

After saying that, Fuda turned to leave, but Komi put his hand on Fuda's shoulder and said, "No rush, Fuda, we can talk slowly this time. Tell me, how did those spirits guide your soul to see them?"

"You mean...you want to see them?"

“We can meet them, but we also need to give them a warning. The Spirit Race needs to be deterred by violence; any mercy or weakness will only provoke them to take advantage of us,” Gu Jian said slowly, squinting his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Fuda answered honestly and briefly explained how the Spirit Clan had guided his soul to their territory.

Gu Jian patted him on the shoulder, indicating that they could go and have a good chat with the spirits tonight.

......

Eldar Ark.

The prophet Novia was enduring inner torment. She was well aware of the ancient expedition against the Eldar pirates, some of whom were even adventurers who had left their ark.

"May your revelation be correct." Novia sighed, rubbing her forehead. She looked down at the crystal table and saw only a black card on it.

Every Eldar knows the significance of this card.

That's the admission ticket to the Black Library...

Chapter 470: Good lad, you actually have a taste for this?

The clock ticked away, and soon it was time to rest.

The crew on board began taking turns working to ensure the Punisher could continue to operate smoothly.

Komi arrived at Fuda's dormitory. As the only half-spirit, Komi specially prepared a private room for him.

This place originally belonged to a brave political commissar, but he was shot in the head by a stray bullet because he charged too far ahead.