Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Komi didn't know what kind of deployment the enemy had behind the gate, but according to Griffin's intelligence, Dogel also had the support of the knight family before his betrayal. Having fought for so long on Iron Star, Komi had never seen a traitorous knight mech, but he couldn't conclude from this that Dogel didn't have a single traitorous knight under his command.

If there were any big things behind that door, Fei Ling would perish because of this minor injury.

Komi knew that, like Fetia, who was far away in the Eye of the Faraway Fortress, Fetia had a strange affection for him because of the curse. However, his concern for Fetia was not out of a response to this feeling, but simply because he did not want to lose a knight mech that could intimidate the enemy.

Koji then ordered Feiling to stand with Mawen in a rear position to provide machine gun cover for the savior army's next attack.

“Wait, Saint Otto, I…” Filyn tried to struggle a bit, but Komi was resolute and repeated his order in a stern tone before she could finish speaking.

“If the situation changes, I will let you go forward, but I expect you not to disobey my orders until I give the order.”

Hearing Gu Jian's order, Fei Ling pursed her lips, feeling somewhat aggrieved. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling no resentment towards Gu Jian, only blaming herself for missing an opportunity to prove herself to him.

“This will widen the gap between me and Fetia…” Felix said timidly.

"What an idiot! Only an idiot would use a Crusader-type knight like that. I really don't know what you saw in him. This man is arrogant and rude, hanging out with those shameful demi-humans, and letting these crude, mud-legged machines stand at my feet..."

A hoarse and stern voice rang in Fei Ling's ears; it was the machine spirit among the knights expressing its dissatisfaction with Komi.

Hearing these insults, Fei Ling didn't dare to say anything. After all, the knight's mech spirit was completely different from the childish mech spirits in those combat suits.

Before Filde became the pilot of this knight, many glorious elders had already pledged their loyalty to the Emperor in this cockpit.

Their will and soul merged with the knight's machine spirit, forming a very special machine spirit that the knight family calls the ancestral soul.

Compared to ordinary tanks and armored vehicles, the Ancestral Spirit responds strongly to the driver. While it doesn't quite reach the level of direct communication, it also doesn't express its thoughts through vibrations or low rumbling sounds.

Of course, this kind of common knowledge within the knight family underwent a huge change after Filene arrived on the Punisher.

Chapter 541: The Voice of Savior

The ancestral spirit, which used to only emit low rumbling sounds when she was most desperate or most excited, became increasingly lively... and eventually transformed into this extremely sarcastic and mean-spirited soul that was extremely sharp-tongued towards Komi and herself, constantly spouting tales of the older generation's hard work and the younger generation's unbearable shortcomings.

Fei Ling had seen a story similar to the Machine Soul in the Machine Soul book circulating on the Punisher. What was that book called again?

Oh right, that book is called—The Transformation of a Tsundere.

The story is about an arrogant Hydra anti-aircraft vehicle that looks down on its crew, believing that shooting down fighter jets is all thanks to her and has nothing to do with the clumsy crew. In the end, during a battle, she is hit directly by a high-explosive bomb. Although she is not destroyed on the spot, the crew members inside are knocked unconscious one by one by the shock wave.

The Hydra anti-aircraft vehicle, disgusted by their fragility, prepared to eliminate the approaching enemies on its own, only to find itself moving abnormally slowly. She gradually realized the value of the crew members and despaired that she would be drowned in a sea of ​​orcs.

Just then, the tank commander, who had been silently enduring his sharp tongue, awoke from his coma and single-handedly completed the work of the entire crew, ultimately allowing the Hydra anti-aircraft vehicle to repel the Orcs. From then on, the Hydra machine spirit and the crew members put aside their differences and joined forces to become a legend that struck fear into the hearts of the Orc air force.

Fei Ling really liked the book, especially after the spirit of her knight mech became increasingly difficult to deal with.

“Ancestor…you can’t say that. Saint Otto must have had his own reasons. You were indeed a little injured.”

"You call that an injury?" The machine spirit's tone became even more rude, which made the noble Fei Ling somewhat unbearable. She couldn't imagine that she had worshipped the taciturn ancestral spirit half a year ago. She could only say that distance does make the heart grow fonder.

"Two hundred years ago, I fought alongside Knight Urd. That damned traitor cut off one of my arms, and my ion shield overloaded, but even so, I still shoved a battle cannon into his mouth and blew his head off! I told that weird saint that I should be at the forefront, not shamefully standing behind those Crusader knights firing!"

The machine spirit's fierce shouting gave Fei Ling a headache, but after some internal struggle, she still chose to obey Koji's orders.

Komi was unaware of what was happening inside the cockpit of Iris's Pride. He gripped the hilt of his sword, waiting for the sealed door to open.

With a metallic creak, Komi and his soldiers realized that a fierce battle was about to break out. They gripped their weapons tightly, their bodies tense with the strength to charge forward, and took a sip of beast brew to invigorate their spirits and restore their strength.

boom!

The gate collapsed with a crash, and before the dust and grime from the iron filings had even fully risen from the ground, the rebel soldiers in the defensive line fifty meters behind the gate immediately opened fire.

The defensive structure of the Enschöd tank factory is quite interesting.

The rebels made use of the tank parts that hadn't been assembled yet, pouring the tank shells and hastily smelted molten iron together to form small, sturdy but incredibly ugly fortresses.

They didn't waste the turrets that lacked hulls; they set them up in the shadows of the massive tank factory to provide fire support for the battle.

Bullets, lasers, cannonballs, and even the sorcery of fallen psionicists were all thrown at the gate. The firepower was so intense that bullets with different velocities could collide in mid-air.

Dorjee watched all this from afar, and if his torso hadn't shrunk, he would surely have put his fingers in his mouth and chewed on his nails to relax.

They couldn't break through... The gate was only two hundred meters wide, while the first line of defense, which was set up in a ring and even occupied the high ground, was six thousand meters long when stretched out!

He crammed over 100,000 men into those 6,000 meters! He made the soldiers in the steel trenches and behind the sandbags jostle shoulder to shoulder. He believed that such concentrated firepower would turn the narrow gate into a hell on earth where no one could pass through. Even the Emperor's Death Angels and those Space Marines could not do that!

Dojeel roared inwardly, trying his best to appear resolute, but the thought of facing the all-out assault of the Saviors' army caused his confidence to dissipate, eventually turning into a low growl of dissatisfaction at the Twisted Titans' lack of preparation.

The rescue army has come up with all sorts of tricks... Can my first line of defense really stop them?

Just as Dorjeer had this idea, the beacon that had haunted his nightmares for days was thrown out amidst the blinding chaos, landing in the first line of defense and emitting beams of light that shot straight upwards.

Ah... messengers of the Savior! Those fighter jets shrouded in pale light! They're coming! They're coming! Where are they? How many are coming!

Dorjeer's lips twitched as he stared at the sky above the Enschöd tank factory through a monitor.

Impossible... They wouldn't dare show up... The sky here is nothing like the ground. Countless pipes and building structures connecting to the upper level of the nest city fill the sky like a tangled thicket of thorns. Even if those fighter jets dared to step into this place, they would just crash into it!

Even if someone has amazing piloting skills and can maneuver through steel thorns without crashing, I have concentrated the only anti-aircraft guns I have on hand here, a full 2,700, which will definitely be able to intercept those damned warplanes.

One after another, pale white cracks appeared, and the fluctuations emanating from them made Dojeel, who was used to chaotic energy, feel nauseous. Then, he saw hundreds of shadows gradually enlarging within the pale white cracks.

"Open fire! Intercept those damned fighter jets!"

He roared in a fit of rage, and 2,700 anti-aircraft guns aimed at the open rift. Bullets rained down on the soul path, and fighter jets circled around the rift, hesitant to enter. It wasn't that they lacked the courage to face the barrage of bullets, but rather that they were waiting for a wave to enter.

"Ha... what a futile struggle." Komi scoffed at the deafening roar of the anti-aircraft guns firing in unison. "It's time to make these traitors understand a fact: they're not the only ones who learn and grow in war."

The cube-shaped box, five meters in length, width, and height, opened after a drop of blood was dripped onto it by Komi. A metal skull matching the size of the box appeared, with many megaphones sandwiched between the upper and lower jaws, making the device look like a sacred sound system produced by the state religion.

The creation of this device is largely thanks to Gao Ge, the orc god who once paralyzed the Eldar pirates' warplanes with a roar filled with Waaagh energy.

This inspired Koken and led him to discover a magical energy belonging to humanity, which he named the Etheric Field, that could only emerge through a grand chorus.

During the Battle of Iron Star, the etheric energy generated by the chorus played a significant role. Wherever the forward-moving song rang out, even the most cowardly soldiers were inspired to fight to the death against the enemy, while the most ruthless rebels were terrified by the fighting spirit contained in the song and broke out in a cold sweat.

But Koken was not satisfied with this. He wanted to recreate the feat of Brother Gao that day and render the enemy's war machine inoperable due to the roar of his soul.

Komi had no idea what to do until a lot of lively machine spirits appeared next to his throne.

This skull was named the Voice of the Savior by Koken, and he made it by hand. At its core is a specially made beacon that leads directly to the Pure White Hall. There is only one way to activate this thing: to collect the singing of the Punisher and even the entire battlefield of Ironbreaker.

"Let the chorus rise again, let the machine spirits that betrayed the Savior give up resistance in fear!" Komi raised his hand, and the voice of the Savior was absorbed into the singing of the entire battlefield. The beacon slowly started, and light shone outward from the inside, making the voice of the Savior look incomparably holy.

The next second, the song roared out, but this time the song contained the voices of machine spirits.

Chapter 542: The army that saves the lord is unstoppable.

The song reverberated outwards, sweeping through the Enschöd tank factory with a unique power.

In an instant, the rebels' weapons were stunned. Even when they pulled the triggers, the dirty and mottled laser guns refused to fire a single beam. The heavy artillery and anti-aircraft guns that had sealed off the gates and gaps also fell silent. This sudden silence made the rebels who were serving these weapons feel disoriented, and they saw the scene of their own destruction.

"Can you hear the song? It's praise for the Savior! Everyone forward! We can't let the army lads take all the spoils!" The fighter jets circling near the crevice seized this precious opportunity and immediately rushed out. They aimed at the beacon and dropped bombs into the crowded people.

The dense crowd formed an impenetrable barrage of fire, but this also meant suffering enormous casualties.

As a bomb went off, Jack heard a series of satisfying kill sounds beside him. "Wing, isn't that awesome?"

Wing didn't respond to his excitement; she was immersed in the song, letting the hum of her engine join in.

A series of explosions killed thousands and terrified tens of thousands. The rebels, their minds clouded by the corrupting chaotic energy, were driven by the instinct for survival and fled frantically to escape the encroaching apocalyptic fire.

"Charge! Don't give them a chance to breathe!"

GATE, piloting a combat suit, burst out of the cratered gate, followed by hundreds of battle-hardened combat suits, each marked with their kill records, ranging from infantry to tanks, totaling over a hundred.

The combat suit's multi-barreled Howler shotgun opened fire, spraying bullets densely and fiercely at the rebels' backs. A rebel being hit meant his back was riddled with bullets, and his body continued forward amidst the impact of the bullets, only stopping when it crushed other rebel soldiers.

Ella led the agile cat-people to both sides of the gate. They climbed the walls to occupy higher ground and used their sniper laser guns to aim at the survivors hiding among the corpses.

"May the Savior purify your defiled souls," Ella prayed before firing, then shot and killed a rebel soldier who picked up a rocket launcher and tried to fight back.

"What a beautiful scene." Komi did not rush to the front. He silently watched the soldiers run past him and then join the attacking waves.

My efforts are bearing beautiful fruit. Such a battle-hardened army even makes the reputation of the Cardia Guard's elite less valuable. By giving these precious experiences to Markars, the Edge of the Misty Starfield will be his for the taking! Neither the Imperials of Man, the Xenomorphs, nor the Chaos Legion can shake this outcome!

Komi took a deep breath, as if he could see his kingdom flourishing, transforming from an unknown borderland into a behemoth capable of influencing the entire galaxy.

The Savior's Army's assault made Dorjeer want to vomit blood. Of course, he had more than just that crowded defensive line at the entrance, but he clearly hadn't anticipated that the Savior's Army's full-scale assault would severely damage the morale of his soldiers.

The once fearless soldiers now fled like chicks terrified by thunder, scrambling to escape towards the second line of defense. Even though the soldiers on the rear line opened fire on the officers' orders to prevent the fleeing soldiers from charging their lines and to disperse to the sides, their weapons remained heavy despite the singing. This threw the second line of defense into chaos and even caused the soldiers on the third line of defense to waver.

What was that song? What exactly was it?

Dorjeer was completely baffled. He searched through his memories and finally found only one similar but very confusing scene.

In a backward world with only trees, Dorjeer encountered an orc tribe that had no firearms, only crude weapons made of stones and bones.

At first, the orcs were routed by Dorjel's guards. But before their demise, realizing they had nowhere to retreat, the orcs gathered at the foot of the crumbling Waaagh Tower and, led by their orc leader, launched a final charge against Dorjel's guards.

They roared and shouted as they charged forward in the name of fighting against Mao Zedong.

Dojeel would never forget that scene. The orcs' shouts filled the world with terror. The dark clouds in the sky were dispersed by the roars, and green light suddenly shone down, as if the second brother of the orcs had cast his gaze upon them. The soldiers trembled. They watched the orcs get closer and closer, but none of them realized they should open fire. It was as if the fingers on the triggers had been locked by the orcs' roars, forcing them to fight the orcs with daggers and bayonets!

Then came an extremely brutal close-quarters battle. Dorjeer's guards suffered a defeat and had to request orbital bombardment in order to save their lives.

The cannon destroyed the Waaagh Tower, and at that moment, the orcs' growing arrogance gradually dissipated with the collapse of the Waaagh Tower. The soldiers' somewhat stiff hands were able to pull the trigger again, and they finally killed the roaring orc leader with a volley of lasers.

This feels so similar...

One was a single, roaring Waaagh, while the other was a unified, forward-moving song.

Was Otto truly a saint chosen by the Emperor? Or was the orc warlord a prophet who had defeated the Second Brother?

Dojeel was startled by this sudden thought. He had cursed and despised the Emperor every day since falling into chaos, but now he felt regret and fear. He began to worry that the dark clouds covering the sky of Iron Star would be broken open by the golden light, and that the Emperor would cast his gaze down, admiring Otto’s every move and despising his incorrigible nature.

No! That's impossible!

The Emperor is nothing but a dried-up corpse trapped on his throne! He is not omnipotent! Nor is he omniscient! Only by placing hope in the dark forces of the warp can one find a way to survive the apocalypse that sweeps across the Gothic Sector.

"How's the preheating process going? Why haven't they been deployed to the battlefield yet?"

"M-Sir. We haven't programmed their brains with the instructions yet. If we drop them on the battlefield, they'll just kill our people too."

"There's no time! Throw them down immediately! These cowards who are unwilling to give their lives for me and only know how to run away should die alongside the Corpse King's lackeys!"

Amid Dorjeer's roar, his men helplessly pulled down several levers, and then one by one the tightly closed hatches opened, emanating a putrid stench and a vengeful desire to destroy everything.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

A piercing scream rang out, drowning out the terrified cries of the routed soldiers on the battlefield and shattering the chorus of the rescue army!

Then a large group of failed experiments, a fusion of flesh and machine, emerged.

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