Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Imran's fists rained down on Harald, breaking six of his ribs and causing him to bleed internally before he stopped. He grabbed Harald by the collar, pulling the barely breathing man to his feet. Imran's eyes were fixed on the blood-soaked Harald as he sternly said, "Harald, I've remembered your offense against the saint. If it weren't for the greater good, I would have killed you right now. Now get out of here. If I ever hear you spouting nonsense about the saint again, I will remove every bone from your body while you're still alive!"

Before Harald could retort, Imaran threw him out with a forceful movement. Harald rolled several times on the ground and lay down at the doorway. After more than ten seconds, he let out an angry groan and slowly stood up.

“Fine…Imaran.” Harald swallowed a mouthful of blood and said, “It seems you’ve made your choice, but I have to take that thing back.”

"Take your filthy evidence and get out!" Imaran threw the spirit bone and the box over, and Harald caught them all after injecting several potions and hormones into his body.

"Goodbye."

Harald left in a disheveled state, leaving behind a somewhat resentful voice. Imalan narrowed his eyes and began to consider how to deal with this damned villain for Saint Otto after the Battle of Iron Star.

Imran closed his eyes, performed the Eagle Salutation, and murmured, "My savior, I will not make any more mistakes, I will not let you down again."

Chapter 536: Divination of the Future

No matter how high the quality of the medicine, it will eventually wear off. Harald, who was carrying the box, immediately convulsed in pain and fell against the wall, which prevented him from falling to the ground.

His men tried to help Harald up, but he forced them back with his gloomy gaze.

Get out!

His men stepped aside, swallowing nervously as Harald's anger made them nervous.

Harald endured the physical pain and mental humiliation, repeatedly questioning himself.

Why? Why did Imran react so strongly? Not only did he not take advantage of Otto's misfortune, but he was also willing to break ties with me in order to uphold his sanctity.

How could this be... How could this be... Could he really be a saint? Or a heretic who spews lies, as Imam accused? What should I do? Will the Church of England purge me?

The pain was getting stronger, but Harald dared not give himself any more medication; that stuff was life-shortening, and even biochemical surgery couldn't reverse the damage.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it... How could things suddenly turn out like this!" Harald cursed under his breath, feeling the corridor lit by the holy candles growing increasingly dark, and his voice drifting further and further away from his ears.

In the blink of an eye, Harald suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, because he saw a figure suddenly appear in front of him.

"Griffith? What are you doing here?"

The figure didn't answer him, but simply reached out and touched Harald's forehead. Then everything went black, and he knew nothing more about what happened after that.

"My lord? My lord? Are you alright?" his subordinate called softly. Harald opened his eyes, glanced around, and then patted his subordinate on the shoulder, giving an order.

"Shut down the transport plane. We're not leaving for now. Imaran and I still have some things to discuss."

......

"Saint Otto! Saint Otto! Thank God you've finally come!" Griffin screamed like a child when he saw Komi. He ran over and knelt down to kiss Komi's toes.

Holy crap! How did this guy become so frivolous after just a few days?

Komi was startled. He quickly jumped away from Griffin and asked, "What's wrong with you?" At the same time, Komi pointed at Griffin's adjutant and said, "Is he suffering from neurasthenia from staring at the holographic map all day without sleep? Take him to rest."

The adjutant was somewhat embarrassed and did not respond to Komi. Griffin stood up without even patting his pants, his eyes shining. Komi saw in his eyes the hope for victory and the worry for defeat.

"Sage Otto! We've found him! We've found him!"

"What did you find?"

"We've found the corrupt heart of Ironstar! We've found the hiding place of that damned traitor, Dorjeer. He's not inside the spire; he's gone underground, to the Enschold Tank Factory!"

Komi was somewhat surprised to hear him say that. During the long siege of Iron Star, he had never been able to catch any news about the leader of the traitors, Dojeel. Even when he sent Mimi to scout deep into the still unconquered spire, the demon found nothing.

"How did you know?" Komi asked. Griffin immediately led him to a prison cell. Behind the blessed, sturdy door, Komi saw a crazed psychic drawing on the wall with his finger.

Because of excessive force, the psionicist's fingers had been worn away, with a section of bone held together by a few muscles, making a chilling sound as he wrote.

Komi immediately recognized that Griffin found Dogel's location by relying on the psychic's highly unreliable divination abilities.

Psionic divination is an integral part of the Imperial army's combat operations. Imperial commanders would gather psionicists and have them divine the enemy's combat strength.

Sometimes, psychic divination is so accurate that it can even predict how many machine gun positions the enemy has. Other times, however, all that can be seen is a hazy fog. To see through this fog, many factors must be considered: the psychic's own talent, luck, and the fluctuations of the warp are all indispensable.

Among psychic divination methods, there is one that makes it most difficult for Imperial commanders to choose: dream divination.

Psykers are known for their unstable mental states. Few can remain rational amidst the whispers of the warp. Their unstable minds sometimes merge with the warp currents in their dreams, allowing them to briefly glimpse the past and future. In return, their remaining sanity vanishes.

"You believe this psychic's nonsense?" Koken was somewhat disdainful. He didn't feel much about finding Dojeel, after all, the battle on Iron Star was going very smoothly, and there was no need to take any risky measures or use any decapitation tactics.

Griffin simply shook his head heavily, and explained to Koji in detail what the future the psychic had glimpsed was like.

He saw Dorjeel leading corrupted mechanical monks deep underground, working to create a powerful war machine to turn the tide of an increasingly hopeless war.

A mechanical monk, inspired by the Warp, decided to merge the factory, its production equipment, and tanks into one to create a towering Titan.

From the psionicist's tearful description, Griffin knew that this Titan was not a technological marvel, but a symbol of nightmares. The devices that were completely unconnected were forcibly glued together by twisted flesh, making this Titan not a war machine, but rather like a painful monument that broke through the ground.

A black stone crown, engraved with numerous demonic symbols, adorns the back of this twisted Titan, drawing upon the evil power of the warp to create a force field that corrodes the earth, rendering it impervious even to the combined fire of thousands of cannons from orbiting warships.

The Imperial army, which had come from afar, was routed by the Twisted Titan. Countless lives perished and became part of its colossal body, nourishing the Titan to grow ever larger, until it would eventually assimilate the entire planet Ironbreaker into its being...

In order to completely eliminate this threat, the fleet abandoned its plan to recover Ironbreaker and instead aimed directly at the ground, letting the light spears and macro cannons shatter the surface and the torpedoes kill the planet's heart.

Under the relentless bombardment, Ironstar was completely destroyed, turning into debris floating in the void. Twisted Titan also gradually withered away due to the lack of further nourishment.

In the end, the human empire achieved a devastating victory; all their efforts and sacrifices to reclaim Ironstar were reduced to a mocking laugh from the dark gods...

After listening to the psionicist's divination of the future, Koken suddenly felt a toothache. This was the troublesome aspect of the Chaos Rebellion. While you were still thinking about purifying this land and healing its scars after defeating it, the cultists who worshipped the dark gods were already thinking about how to go to hell with you and the world beneath your feet.

Komi comforted himself, thinking that the future seen by psychics might not be accurate, and that the situation on Iron Star couldn't be that bad.

But then I thought, I can't gamble that the rebels will have a change of heart and want to be human before they die.

I cannot stand by and watch Ironstar turn into rubble floating in the void. This world is incredibly valuable; it can produce laser guns, cannons, and even Leman Rustank.

Koji frowned and sighed. Under Griffin's expectant gaze, he said, "Since those traitors want to cause trouble, I will personally lead the team to thwart their plans."

After saying that, Komi left without delay.

Griffin stared at his retreating figure, lost in thought.

What arrogance! And this arrogance will destroy you...

Sadly, I'm working overtime tonight and can't update.

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Primarch, this is my specialty!

(The shockwaves are strong and the sound is bouncing.)

Swish!

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Chapter 537: tigerfibel

This is very likely the final battle to end the chaos on Iron Star, as evidenced by the scale of the troops mobilized.

The coalition forces, which had been fighting independently, managed to unite. The troops of Fris, Imran, and Harald launched a fierce attack on the enemy at the same time, keeping them firmly pinned down on their positions and unable to move an inch. The artillery shells they fired churned up the soil more than ten meters below the ground, and the soldiers' laser volleys made the rebels cower in the trenches, trembling with fear.

Griffin also made ample preparations for this battle, deploying all the armored units he brought. Leman Rustank and the Chimera armored vehicles carrying elite infantry raced through the industrial areas of Ironbreaker Star. Shattered corpses and remains could be seen beside the assembly lines, and burning armor remains could be seen under the towering furnaces of the foundry.

The entire planet of Ironbreaker groans in the midst of war, a lamentation born of the planet's unbearable suffering and a sincere plea for the Imperial army to eradicate the corrupt heart.

Before storming the Enschold Tank Factory, they still need to capture the Madelan Mineral Reserve, the Ironweave Energy Plant, and other places. These are areas heavily defended by the rebels. Even if Koji uses the lightning air raid tactics that no one in the entire human empire can use, it will take him at least three months to completely tear apart the dense defenses.

Just when Komi was having a headache over this, his efforts to help Frizz finally paid off.

The clan leader's granddaughter seemed no longer concerned about who would inherit the Iron Star. She mobilized the clan's most secretive and powerful force and spoke mysteriously over the communication channel.

"Enjoy the performance of the Childe family!"

Then several explosions rang out in the sky, and several huge fireballs fell from the sky. With Komi's eyesight, he could see clearly that the fireballs contained super-heavy tanks - Emperor Poison Blades!

Wow! As expected of the Childe family, they actually have such a good thing hidden away!

Gu Jian couldn't help but swallow hard. In his opinion, the super-heavy tank was much stronger and more powerful than the Knight Mechs possessed by the two pilots, Fei Ling and Ma Wen!

It's important to know that the Imperial Venom Blades, when deployed in squads, possess the formidable capability to snipe Titans! This is something the Knight Mechs can hardly achieve.

On the battlefield, the Emperor's Poison Blade often did not end up blown to pieces, but rather the crew members who drove this war behemoth were killed by the shockwave of the explosion and were unable to continue fighting.

Ah... this is the fragility of humanity.

Koken couldn't help but think of the era he lived in when he thought of the Emperor's Poison Blade. The problem of limiting the speed of those fighter jets was not only the materials, but also the fact that the pilots could not withstand the increasing G-forces. After all, you can't expect someone who has passed out to complete a bombing mission.

If we could completely eliminate the space for pilots in war machines and rely solely on AI for control, the potential of war machines would be so high that even their creators would be terrified.

Just like the war beneath Terra, tens of thousands of Space Marines and the Imperial Guard launched a fierce attack on the Automated Security Robots, but only achieved a disastrous victory, with only a thousand or so surviving.

When the Dark Angels attacked Kraf, they released two Extinction Relic Machines, which slaughtered the entire world as if they were walking around in a kindergarten. Even when Lady Kraf brought out the Psionic Titan, she could not reverse the defeat.

When dealing with the Dark Mechanicus, twelve Extinction Relic Machines were released. The Dark Mechanicus' technology, which was fused with sorcery, was ridiculously weak in the face of the Extinction Relic Machines. The bloodless and fleshless machines could even slow down the Primarch's progress, giving troublesome powerful figures like Koz a headache.

Pure machines are powerful, but if Komi were given the choice to free machines from human control to gain greater combat power, he would definitely refuse without hesitation.

A machine is like a sharp, handleless knife; you can use it to wound your enemy, but you will inevitably cut your own hand as well.

The Childe family's Imperial Poison Blade is covered with magnificent gold patterns. Even when it is heated by friction with the atmosphere, it does not change color. Instead, it is given a more luxurious and noble crimson color. Koji was envious and thought that if he had the ability to produce Imperial Poison Blades, he could equip these already powerful war machines with Xuan-style defensive armor with mountain pattern coating, and even awaken the machine spirit in their tanks.

The soul of a tank?

Ha ha...

Thinking of this, Gu Jian couldn't help but chuckle, because he remembered a small notebook that had appeared in human history.

TigerFibel

This is an officially published book that mainly explains the combat methods and maintenance procedures of the Tiger tank to soldiers. The content is not only comprehensive, but the text is also arranged into short poems to make it easy for soldiers to understand.

This booklet left a deep impression on Komi on more than just these things. What impressed him most was the female version of the Tiger tank, a slender woman named Evela Sweetia, who got to know the tank crew members while falling in love with them.

If this thing had survived to this day and been unearthed by the Cult of Machines, they would surely have preserved it as great evidence of the existence of the Machine Soul.

Beneath the sacred gears of the God of Machines, and under the solemn gaze of the mechanical monks, they cheered with boundless excitement, "Machine Souls existed long before the Human Empire! People back then not only recognized their existence, but also established a spiritual connection with them!"

If they were a little luckier and saw the female-themed livery on airplanes, heard captains referring to their warships as their beloved wives, saw the half-goddess statues placed at the front of wooden sailboats, or even the anime games created by humans that anthropomorphize those war weapons, their worship of machine spirits might be mixed with something else, just like the current behavior of the sailors on the Exterminator.

boom!

The Emperor Venom tank slammed into the ground without any cushioning, the deafening sound enough to silence the entire battle.

About ten seconds later, the silent Emperor Venom Blade, hidden in the smoke and dust, began its performance. The tank, armed with a forest of weapons, resembled a rolling fortress. The commander's shouts at the traitors were amplified through external speakers. Even if a rebel soldier managed to get close to the tank to plant a bomb, he would be nauseated by the enormous roar.