Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

With a determined heart, Komi once again clashed with Bishop Arisa using his current armor. The fierce slashing caused his leg armor to dissipate, leaving only his arm, which still held a weapon, attached to the armor of Markarth formed from his soul.

The fifth strike!

Before Gu Jian could even draw his sword, he saw Bishop Alissa's body begin to move backward. He couldn't let the bishop escape again. He quickly took off his ring, softened his voice, and used all the Eldar languages ​​he knew to piece together a sentence.

"Kane, save me."

Take off the ring and call out.

Komi saw the face engulfed in rage and paused for a moment, his crimson eyes brimming with emotions beyond mere killing intent.

This... actually works?

Komi seized the opportunity and delivered the fifth, sure-fire critical strike to Bishop Arissa's head. This blow tore through his protective psionic energy and armor, ripping his body apart. Komi's blade sliced ​​downwards until it finally stopped at his hip.

Bishop Alissa, whose body was split in two but still held together by his lower body, was too weak to fight any longer. He lay on the ground, his body as grayish-white as a cooled stone, and he murmured a name with his broken mouth.

Gu Jian heard it clearly, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly put the ring he had just taken off back on.

"Isa...wait for me..."

Will there be a make-up update? Yes!

I can update this afternoon or evening.

Chapter 502: Actually, we're in the same industry.

Komi could only be certain of two things: the one controlling Bishop Alisha's body was indeed Kane himself, not something else; and he had used the curse within him to see the illusion of the Eldar Goddess of Life, Isha. Kane's murmurs were directed at that illusion, not at himself.

The corruption of the Warp and the gifts of the gods can distort perception; this is no secret to the ancients. The warriors of Nurgle see them as a great unity of life, not a swarm of humanoid maggots wallowing in excrement. The warriors of Slaanesh see them as embodiments of perfection, unaware of the extreme deformity and grotesqueness of their own appearance.

Based on this, Komi speculated on the effect of the curse. Perhaps for those who had a goal in mind, the charm he possessed was just to let them briefly see the person they loved most, and then to control them for a moment.

For example, Horus can see the shadow of the Emperor in Koji, Koji can see the shadow of Fugen, Fugen can see the shadow of Phenus, and Guilliman can see his foster mother.

As for Kane's feelings for Isa, that was not within the scope of Gu Jian's consideration. The Eldar were a bunch of lunatics, and most of their gods were also abnormal. Kane's love for Isa was less about affection and more about the manifestation of a paranoid desire for control.

It's unrealistic to expect that he could use a curse to incite Kane to stab Nurgle in the ass and rescue Isha. This angry god has been shattered into the souls of every surviving Eldar, shattered into the dragon bones of the Ark, and can never rise again.

If one day Kane reconstitutes his divine body, the Eldar will likely be extinct. Then, together with the Eldar Death God, he will launch a final assault on the Slaanesh from the Eldar corpses.

Komi shook his hand. He felt that he couldn't use the curse casually. What if the enemy he was fighting didn't have someone he was obsessed with? What would happen if the curse exposed him to the enemy?

Will they become even stronger due to their heightened excitement? And then shout bizarre things like, "Hey! I'm going to take you back to be my bandit queen!" to capture themselves?

If that kind of thing really happened, Komi would have to abandon Otto's body and run for his life. He could accept being locked in some dark and sunless basement and tortured, but he couldn't accept being brutally beaten by the monsters and demons of the Warhammer universe.

Regardless, the Kane summoned by Bishop Alissa vanished, and Komi realized that if he wanted to get what he wanted from this ark, the resurrected Slaanesh demon had to be defeated as well.

"Ella!" Komi tossed the communicator from his collar to Ella. They figured the upcoming battle was beyond their reach. "You stay here and call for reinforcements, guide them on their way!"

"Yes, sage! And what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to stop the demon that's appeared in the Ark and destroy him before he commits even greater evils." Komi left with these words. When he realized he had disappeared from everyone's sight, he summoned two demons and asked them to lead the way.

Are you sure you want to go?

Mimi really wanted to ask Gu Jian this question. He could sense that the demon was lying in the infinite circuit, drinking the souls of the spirit race, which made him so powerful that he dared not look directly at him.

But seeing Gu Jian's expression, Mimi knew that nothing he said would make a difference, so she told Gu Jian that the demon was at the main node of the Ark, where the dragon bones and the psionic crystals met.

Komi used the Ark's own transportation network to quickly head towards their destination, while Ella used a communicator to contact the fighters that had gotten lost outside the Ark and the combat suit troops that had boarded the torpedoes to advance deeper into the ark.

When faced with an insurmountable obstacle, the Exterminator responded to the troops' request and used its macro cannon to blast through the walls made of spirit bones.

Finding the core of the Ark was not difficult. While the rest of the place looked like a silent tomb, the core of the Ark was as flashy as a disco ball in a disco.

Komi stood with his sword in hand on the ground formed by the crystal of spiritual energy. From a great distance, he could see a powerful demon fused with the crystal tree, with countless faces of the spirit race flowing across his body, telling of the boundless terror they had endured.

Besides these long-dead spirit ghosts, Koken also saw the sleeping Fuda in this demon, and other spirits hanging like hanged ghosts on the branches of this big tree.

They danced against their will under the devil's manipulation, and Novia, as the leader, naturally became the core of this dance. Although her eyes were open, they exuded a lifeless emptiness.

The demon noticed Komi's arrival, but instead of speaking directly, he used the spirits hanging from the branches to speak for him.

The Eldar uttered each word in turn, their transitions seamless, making the demon's words sound like they were only altered by a change in tone.

"Look who this is, a human who can stay in the Ark! Oh ho ho, you're really interesting. I smell that incompetent Kane on you. What did you do? Did you destroy a fragment of Kane? You must be thrilled with this achievement, right? But let me tell you, Kane is nothing but a defeated opponent of my lord! Defeating him proves nothing..." The demon laughed wantonly, not considering Gu Jian a threat at all. Arrogance is a common ailment among Slaanesh demons.

Komi stood there, scrutinizing the demon from head to toe. He gave a disdainful smile and rudely shouted, "I thought it was something special, but it's just a worm that dares to rant because it lives in an infinite circuit. State your name, demon. I, Saint Otto, do not kill nameless nobodies."

"Heh heh heh..." The demon's cold laugh was as grating as a blade scraping against glass. He disliked Komi's tone, but still announced his name, "Did you hear me clearly, mortal! I am Amahar, the mating one of all things! I am the most skilled hybrid demon under the command of the Great Lord of Desire. Whenever love transcends race occurs, I appear to satisfy their needs! Humans and dogs! Cats and cows!"

"Have you ever tried beasts and spirits?"

Koji suddenly asked a question, which made Yamahar pause for a moment. The Eldar he controlled blinked in unison and then whispered, "Yeah... I don't think I've ever tried mating Eldar with Orcs before... No, wait a minute! Orcs don't even have that organ! There's no point in entangled them with Eldar!"

“You can use gene surgery, for example, to cut orc gene fragments into Eldar genes.”

"What could that mean! What I'm going to do isn't some boring biological science experiment; what I'm going to do is deliver endless rare and wonderful scenes to the Lord of Desire!"

Koji was amused upon hearing this.

Good grief, he's a writer of erotic novels.

And this guy named Yamahar was the one who filmed Slaanesh's videos.

I wonder how Slaanesh would choose between himself and Amahar if he were summoned.

Chapter 503: Your body shape is a bit too varied.

Perhaps due to the allure of the curse, Komi chatted idly with Yamahar for a long time without provoking the demon's murderous intent.

But this peaceful coexistence has its limits. When Yamahar began to tell Koji how to seduce a noblewoman’s dignified daughter into entanglement with a radiant beast captured from the lair, he suddenly realized that he had been giving this mortal too much leeway.

"You bastard! You're wasting my time!" Yamahar roared, and all the psionic crystals trembled in his rage. Koji felt the ground he was standing on was about to crack open, and a huge fissure was about to swallow him up.

In this dangerous moment, Komi shouted out his last words!

"Ha, you dare to call yourself a mating creature of all things with a face like that? You're too lazy to study genes, you just want to put them roughly in a room to unleash their nature. I think you're just all show and no substance, you've just fabricated a terrifying title to swindle people."

Yamahar sneered, "Fine, fine...you seem to know a lot. Since you want to die a more miserable death, I'll grant your wish."

The crystal tree then swayed. The material of this tree had no elasticity whatsoever. When Yamahar did this, numerous cracks appeared all over the trunk, and then almost liquid souls overflowed from those cracks.

Before the condensed soul liquid even hit the ground, it expanded into spheres composed of dozens of people entangled together. Their torsos were bent, their heads and some pits were tightly fitted together like mortise and tenon joints, and their limbs stretched outwards, allowing this sphere to rush towards Komi amidst painful yet pleasurable groans.

Aha! This guy really fell for it!

Komi was delighted to see the soul orbs rushing towards him. He needed these souls, which had been deliberately separated by Yamahar, to forge the Armor of Markarth. This idea had been formed when he heard about Yamahar's work.

If a demon is skilled in a particular job or technique, they will likely adapt it into their fighting style, much like the unpredictable dance moves of the Masked Dancer, who, due to the curse of Slaanesh, has danced day and night and has long since turned the dance itself into a weapon.

Yamahar claims to be good at hybridization, and he must like to have his freaks-like creations lead the charge.

Yamahar smiled, anticipating the moment when Komi would be captured and tortured by these soul orbs. Komi also drew his blade, and with a burst of strength, charged forward.

The spirit souls that made up the sphere sensed Komi and longed for him to join their endless entertainment. Their limbs suddenly lengthened, and the groans they released were deafening.

"This is disgusting..." Koken was annoyed by the groans. He didn't even think that the current state of these souls was entirely Yamahar's fault. Perhaps they were intertwined like this just before the collapse of the Eldar Empire.

With a single slash, Komi severed several slippery, dripping arms. The soul orbs, instead of suffering pain, let out even more pleasurable cries, as if they were masochists craving more wounds from Komi.

Komi dodged amidst the surrounding soul orbs, his graceful movements as he quickly evaded their attack earning Yamahar's respect.

Hmm... this kid's got a sharp tongue, but he's good-looking and his skills are decent. How about we punish him and keep him around to make him into a toy?

As Yamahar thought this, Komi finally hunted down the first Soul Orb.

Cut it off!

Komi counted the number of attacks, roared inwardly, and slashed at a soul sphere pressing down from above. Komi chose a perfect angle to strike, ensuring that the blow would sever the main body of the entangled soul sphere, rather than severing some dispensable arms or even ears.

With a single strike, the soul vanished. Koken did not lead it into the hall, but instead focused on creating armor on his own body, prioritizing the arm holding the weapon.

Once the arm, glowing with a pale white light, was formed, Komi no longer needed to carefully dodge the attacks from the soul orbs.

"Get out of here! Hahaha!"

Komi swung his arm violently, causing his sharp blade to strike the nearby soul sphere like a baseball bat. In an instant, the outermost layer of spirits on the soul sphere was severed by Komi, while the spirits inside were sent flying far away before they could even be injured.

Yamahar was astonished by Komi's sudden outburst and was quite curious about how Komi had shaped his soul into a piece of armor that could be put to use.

"Insect! You deserve my attention now!" Yamahar laughed even more gleefully, shaking his tree trunk to release more soul orbs, wanting to see where Komi's limits were.

Komi fought his way forward with all his might, collecting more and more souls until he finally created the complete Markarth Armor.

Although the armor's indistinct appearance couldn't reveal its owner, Yamahar could tell from its physique that it belonged to a robust Space Marine.

Seeing that he was constantly provoking Yamahar's emotions, Komi finished off the souls around him and spoke loudly, his voice filled with the arrogance of victory, "Fear my power! Demon! I obtained the legacy of my ancestors in those ancient ruins! This allows me to banish such filth as you back to hell!"

So that's how it is... I see... I knew there was something strange about the structure next to the Ark. I even said I'd take a look around after I finished dealing with the Ark. Now that you've come to me of your own accord, don't blame me for being ruthless!

Yamahar abandoned his plan to continue testing Komi. He prepared to reveal his true form and crush Komi's laughable power, causing him to plummet from the heights of pride into the abyss of defeat.

His expression at that moment must have been hilarious.

A broken mind can also easily twist its own soul...hehehe!

Yamahar slowly pulled his demonic body, which was immersed in an infinite loop, out of the crystal tree, causing it to show more signs of corruption and giving rise to the fragrance of lust! Provoking the smooth flesh of reason! The intoxicating light that blurred morality surrounded the tree.

The soul orbs, craving greater pleasure, abandoned their siege of Gujian and gathered towards Yamahar, eventually draping themselves over the demon.

But to be honest, it would have been better if he hadn't put on the soul at all. Yamahar had clearly put some effort into his attire; the clothes woven from his soul didn't hide his charm, but rather accentuated it, making him even more conspicuous in Komi's eyes.

Koji casually glanced over and, reminded by Yamahar's clothes, counted thirty-three pairs of water bags of different sizes, colors, and textures on his upper body.

Looking up from here, sixty-six tongues protrude from his neck, like blooming flower buds protecting his head.

Looking down from here, sixty-six hot dogs were wrapped around his waist, swinging as he swayed, assaulting Komi's eyes.

Chapter 504: A Birth That Seems Familiar

If I really fall into his hands, I'd better kill myself as soon as possible.

Komi swallowed hard as he looked at Yamahar, but even though he was wearing the complete Markarth Armor, he was unwilling to give in to this demon so easily. He raised his weapon and pointed it at the demon.

Seeing this, Yamahar also gave a wicked smile. He spun around at high speed towards Komi like a top, and Komi definitely didn't want to be hit by any of his things.

Yamahar's robes, which could not be described in detail, lashed out with the speed of a whirlwind. Komi couldn't find an opportunity to parry with his sword and could only quickly dodge, his face covered in cold sweat.