Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Harald pointed at Komi and shouted, "Otto, you will die here today! And we will take back all the remaining power you have!"

A fierce battle ensued. There wasn't much space to dodge on the bridge, so the soldiers had to kill the enemy before they could kill them.

Chapter 569: The Gap Between Superman and Ordinary Man

The Conspiracy Squad members chuckled, because compared to Komi and the others standing in the open, they had the Abomination, who wouldn't even care if they died, serving as human shields.

The Chaos Space Marines let out a low growl of discontent. If it weren't for the Warmaster's orders, they really wouldn't want to fight alongside the Xenomorphs. With a roar, they charged toward the Dark Angels, their incurable arrogance leading them to regard the Guilty Sisters and the combat suits as weak and vulnerable prey.

Fragments of poison crystals shot towards the joints of the Dark Angel power armor. If even one fragment pierced through the defenses and landed on the Space Marine's body, the massive amount of toxins it carried would cause the Space Marine's body to spasm uncontrollably.

Dark Sky used his superhuman nerves to control his body's movements, causing the poison crystals to fall onto the armor instead of piercing the gaps. At the same time, they attacked the enemies surging around them. The chainsaw sword cleaved through the Abomination's body, and the explosive gun in his hand suppressed the rapidly running Conspiracy warriors in the distance.

In contrast, the Atonement Battle Suit and the Guilt Sister, whose entire bodies were covered by the Xuan-style defensive armor, had far fewer things to consider. The black mountain-patterned coating on the armor was not something that these poisonous crystals could pierce, and the dark matter weapons that evaporated flesh—the Demolitionists—could not knock them down in an instant, only leaving a charred crater in the Xuan-style defensive armor.

Although it wasn't the first time Ezekiel had witnessed the protective effect of the Xuan-style defensive armor, he was still amazed by the resilience of Komi's soldiers. The reason these Space Marines could maintain low casualties in war was because they were more resilient than ordinary armies.

The combination of Superman's modified body and robust power armor makes each Space Marine a veritable humanoid mini-tank wreaking havoc on the battlefield. Their microsecond-level reflexes even allow them to dodge incoming rockets, heavy laser beams, and other deadly firepower, and to preemptively strike before the enemy can even fire.

Once the soldiers' resilience was worn down by various means, the only advantage the Space Marines had over ordinary people was their richer combat experience and faster reaction speed.

"Get out of my way! You piece of junk!" The Chaos Space Marine, unaware of the effects of the Xuan-style defensive armor, charged forward wielding two chainsaw swords. He had already killed a Dark Angel with these weapons, and now blocking his path was a Redemption-type combat suit.

It's impossible not to be afraid when locked on by the killing intent of the Chaos Space Marines, but this fear did not make the pilot hesitate; instead, it made him determined to fight to the death.

"Back off!" The multi-barreled Howler shotgun opened fire, the dense hail of bullets slowing down the Chaos Space Marine's thunderous charge and leaving his brutally beautiful power armor riddled with dents.

The fact that his armor had been damaged by the weaker opponent enraged the Chaos Space Marine even more. He crossed his two chainswords at his chest and slashed horizontally at the torso of the combat suit, trying to crush the inferior machine that was about his own height in an instant.

The chainsaw sword, crafted from the sharp teeth of the corrupt emperor's son, was invincible, but now it was stuck by the Xuan-style defensive armor of the combat suit, preventing the blade from advancing an inch.

The Chaos Space Marine was surprised by the sturdiness of these combat suits. Just as he was about to retreat, the suit grabbed his arm and delivered a heavy punch to his helmet!

This was not enough to kill the Chaos Space Marine, or even to leave his mind reeling from the shock, but it was an achievement beyond words for mortals!

When ordinary people face Chaos Space Marines at close range, they are almost powerless to fight back except by praying that the other party suddenly falls ill. The weapons they carry are not enough to break through the enemy's defenses, their senses cannot keep up with the enemy's speed, and their bodies cannot withstand a punch.

However, this situation improved after piloting the combat suit. The pilot, connected to the combat suit's machine spirit, was able to clearly see the Chaos Space Marine's movements and even briefly restrict their movements using the combat suit's engine power.

Those two seconds were enough to seal the fate of this Chaos Space Marine. The Guilty Sister emptied the magazine from his bomb gun and ripped out his chest cavity.

Such battles were commonplace. Harald had thought that with the support of the Chaos Space Marines, the lack of strength among the Conspiracy Warriors would be compensated. But now, seeing these Chaos Space Marines trapped by the impenetrable wall of combat suits and the Sisters of Guilt, the Dark Angels could deal with them more easily.

How can these mortals possess such fighting power? This is unreasonable, this is not scientific!

Harald stared intently at Komi, and a spear was thrown at him. Harald was so frightened that he turned pale and fell to the ground in a panic, narrowly dodging Komi's spear.

No, no... I have to contact my boss and ask him to give us some more support!

Harald shouted in his mind, then sent a message into the void.

The battle continued. After killing twenty abominations in succession, a Dark Angel was caught off guard by a Conspiracy warrior. A line of poison crystals pierced the visor of his helmet and pierced his eyeball, slowing his movements considerably.

The Mandela assassin emerged from beneath his feet, his sinister dagger slashing toward his abdomen. The assassin could already envision the beautiful scene of the Dark Angel's entrails spilling onto the ground.

Just then, a combat suit suddenly turned around, and its mechanical arm swung towards Mandela, striking him in the neck and sending him flying dozens of meters away.

Was I saved by mortals?

Dark Angel felt ashamed, but he couldn't move and could only let the combat suit put its hand on his shoulder and drag him backward. A sinful nun who used to be a medical nun didn't care about Dark Angel's noble status at all. She took out the medical drill used to drill through the nun's power armor, quickly broke through Dark Angel's power armor, and injected him with concentrated beast brew serum.

This highly efficient but excessively brutal medical procedure made the Dark Angel groan softly. When the injection was injected into his body, he even felt that the toxins spreading in his eyes were not bothering him as much.

Komi fought fiercely out of hatred, occasionally drawing a spear from the Soul Path and throwing it to pin the Conspiracy Group warriors hiding behind cover to the wall.

He had not yet hunted enough souls to summon the Armor of Markarth, but at this moment, an immense sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart.

His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and landed on Imran, who was protected by a barrier. He was smiling at Komi as the fleshy ball slowly opened with rhythmic tremors, revealing a group of faceless nuns at its center. They held their own faces and prayed silently to an invisible golden light.

Chapter 570: Reclaiming the Emperor's Power

It was clear that this invisible golden light was the Emperor's power stolen by the Dark Eldar. Just witnessing this golden light instilled a strange sense of fear in the Chaos Space Marines present. They had long since betrayed the Empire and blasphemed the Emperor, but when they actually saw the edges of the Emperor's power, a sense of awe for the great man filled their entire bodies.

Mandela, who occasionally turned into shadow, and the Conspiracy Group warriors from the Comoros fast-growing human cultivation tanks were also stunned by the golden light, making it difficult for them to breathe. The Emperor's abhorrence of aliens emanated from the golden light, falling completely into their eyes.

If it weren't for the prayers of the faceless nuns, the Chaos Space Marines and Dark Eldar present would have been half-burned to death by the golden light.

However, what Komi cared more about than those things was that the golden light was fading. Imaran's body was not there to preserve the golden light, but to send him to a more distant place.

We cannot allow the Dark Eldar to transfer the Emperor's power! Attacking Comoros is not something that can be accomplished with mere words.

Komi immediately rushed forward, his spears striking the barrier in front of Imaran one by one. Even the fifth spear, carrying even greater power, could not penetrate the barrier.

The well-informed Gu Jian immediately recognized that the barrier's working principle was inextricably linked to the warp. It seemed that these Dark Eldar had also obtained a number of Chaos artifacts from Abaddon's wizards.

However, this thing couldn't stop Komi. He used a javelin to cut his palm, smeared the blood on it, and then threw it at the barrier.

With the added power of blood, the barrier trembled and groaned under the onslaught of spears, teetering on the brink of destruction under Harald's shocked gaze.

Boo!

The sound of bubbles bursting echoed across the bridge, and Imaran, now a ball of flesh, was completely exposed to Komi. He had very few guards, and the Conspiracy Clan warriors were no match for Komi.

After cleanly and efficiently cutting down two Conspiracy Clan warriors, Komi leaped onto Imalan, reaching his hand towards the center of the golden light, trying to reclaim the ever-increasing Emperor's power that was slipping away.

At this moment, the faceless nuns stopped praying, their necks stretched out like snakes and tightly wrapped around Koji's arm. Then their smooth faces withered, and their flesh clung tightly to their skulls, which had mutated into vicious runes. Koji then felt his wrapped arm rapidly rotting, and his skin and muscles vanished in just a few seconds, leaving only a piece of white bone hanging on his body.

The pain of losing an arm was nothing compared to the scorching heat of the Emperor's golden flames. Koken endured it by gritting his teeth and twitching his eyelids a few times. Then he guided his soul to entangle with his bone hand, getting closer and closer to the golden light under the constraints of the faceless nun.

Okay! I caught it!

Komi caught the golden light, and the familiar burning sensation traveled along the bone hand, also purifying a large number of souls that were wrapped around Komi's bone hand.

He pulled with all his might, and the other end also generated an increasingly strong suction force.

Ugh... I'm about to... not be able to hold on any longer!

Koji felt his bones shattering in the tearing. The souls he had hunted during the battle on the bridge were almost depleted. If he wanted to continue to grasp the power of the Emperor, he would have to draw on the large number of soul bricks stored in the Pure White Hall.

Ezekiel saw the difficulty Koji was in. He rushed over and grabbed Koji's legs before Koji was also swallowed up. He channeled his spiritual energy into Koji to ensure that Koji's fragile body would not be torn in two.

Koken, who was halfway inside, saw a narrow passage. The power that attracted the Emperor's strength came from the end of the passage. Koken didn't know how the passage worked, but he had fallen into the huge black holes that surrounded the Eye of the Far East Fortress before, and this passage gave him a similar feeling.

He felt his body being stretched and lengthened countless times, instantly falling from the bridge of the Imaran flagship into an even darker realm.

The cancer of the real universe—Comoros, the city of torment.

Grasping the Emperor's power, Komi saw this enormous city hidden in the net passage. Spire buildings decorated with razor blades and spikes filled Komi's field of vision, circle after circle, layer after layer, making it impossible for Komi to distinguish where up was and where down was.

Beneath these buildings lies a vast lake formed by the blood of hundreds of millions of human slaves. Severed heads rise and fall in the thick blood, as they pray, wail, and bewilderment at their tragic fate.

The piercing, heart-wrenching cries converged, transforming into a force that dragged down the Emperor's power. This corresponded precisely to the Emperor's situation: if he were willing to relinquish humanity's increasingly bleak fate, he could ascend to become a new warp god on Terra's Golden Throne. But the Emperor chose to refuse, silently enduring millennia upon millennia on his throne. Until the last glimmer of light vanished, until the last human died, the Emperor would not rise from his throne.

This reluctance and attachment to humanity was exploited by these dark spirits, making Komi unwilling to leave the Emperor's Power. And at the end of these wailing cries, Komi saw something very familiar.

This thing...isn't this thing in the Tarachin Museum? Why is it in this godforsaken place called Comoros?!

Komi was quite surprised to see the St. Gestalt Bell. This sacred object belonging to the state religion was one of the collections of the Tarachin Museum. As a soulless space necromancer, Tarachin could not decipher the metaphysical nature of the St. Gestalt Bell. He simply appreciated the cultural and historical value that this object had possessed after being worshipped for thousands of years.

Later, Taracin's misunderstanding of metaphysics led to his downfall. At the end of the forty-first millennium, the St. Gestapo bells rang inexplicably, throwing Taracin's museum into chaos.

Left with no other choice, Tarasin threw the Saint Gestair Bell deep into the net tunnels and began investigating the cause of its ringing. This investigation ultimately led him to discover the beginning of the Thirteenth Black Crusade...

But that's in the future! We're currently in the Gothic Wars! The sacred bells are still at least 800 years away!

This must be a timeline shift caused by my own time travel. The Holy Bell rang prematurely, was discarded by Tarasin, and then found by these Dark Eldar.

Gu Jian stared at the sacred bell. This sacred object was no longer recognizable. The power of chaos had corrupted the artifact, turning the myriad powers of faith it contained into an even more indescribable and ominous force.

The Dark Eldar don't have this technology, but Abaddon's men certainly can!

Koji felt that this alliance between Abaddon and the Dark Eldar was truly thorough. The two sides not only cooperated and exercised restraint during the war, but also exchanged technologies to some extent.

Have they revealed any secrets about Blackrock Fortress? If so, will my strategy of having the Fargos launch a surprise attack still be effective?

Chapter 571: Changes in the Timeline

Koji was distracted, and the imperial power he was holding tightly slid a little further toward the desecrated sacred bell.

"Your insistence is really boring to me." A high-gothic voice with perfect pronunciation came from the other side. Komi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a governor wearing a tall hat sitting on a throne made of bones from many races, looking at him from under the shadow of the sacred bell.

Even Komi could guess the name of this governor with his own eyes – he was Victor, the current master of Comoros and the eternal governor of the Black Heart Conspiracy!

The plan to seize the Emperor's power must be inextricably linked to this cruel and insidious fellow!

Komi could even roughly figure out what Victor's plan was. He must have first obtained the Holy Bell from the Web Path, then been inspired by the scene of his own destruction of the Planet Killer, and finally sought to cooperate with Abaddon, so that he could desecrate the essence of the Holy Bell with a ritual, and finally set a trap for himself, luring him step by step to summon the Emperor's power and then stealing the Holy Bell!

Komi's initial conjecture was quite close to the truth: Victor did indeed conceive the idea of ​​stealing the Emperor's power only after witnessing the destruction of the Planet Killer.

In his plan, he wanted to obtain a living Komi, crush his body, extract his soul, and search for traces of the Emperor's power. He never expected that the key to Komi's ability to use the Emperor's power was the trade license containing the Emperor's blood.

Komi gritted his teeth and stared at Victor in the distance. His pale face was expressionless, but the coldness in his eyes grew stronger. Just as he had said, he was tired of this tug-of-war that was destined to be won. He waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to bring in more slave ships.

He wanted to use this precious imperial power to do many things, and wasting even a little time made him increasingly anxious and angry.

How astonishing is the slave reserves of the Black Heart Conspiracy? As a powerful conspiracy capable of stealing stars to provide light for Comoros, the number of human slaves in Victor's hands cannot be measured by simple numbers. In the layered cities of Comoros, there are vast ranches where he keeps humans.

Komi watched helplessly as those giant slave ships, each larger than an Imperial battleship and only able to navigate the various cities and regions of Comoros, sailed above the Sea of ​​Blood, dumping more and more human slaves at Victor's command.

The wailing grew louder, even becoming unbearable for Koji. He felt the Emperor's Power in his hand becoming increasingly slippery, making it impossible to grasp it.

Victor... Dark Eldar...

Koji gritted his teeth in hatred, vowing to gather an army and return to Comoros to reclaim his lost power! Not only that, he also planned to enslave a group of Dark Spirits, turning them into materials for Spirit Bird Divination Instruments and Soul Steel!

Koji knew that the moment the Emperor's power left his grasp would be the moment he left this narrow passage. He would never let Victor steal the Emperor's power so easily; he wanted to give this guy a big surprise! A surprise that would give him a headache every time he thought about it!

"Meet your nemesis, that damned knife-eared bastard!" Gu Jian took out the "Collection of Stories Against Heaven" hanging from his waist and swung the book to reveal the latest story.

He then released his grip on the Emperor's Power, tearing off the pages of the book containing the story and scattering them into the sea of ​​blood in the instant he was released.

As long as the masked dancer is still alive, he will definitely follow the scent to the scene, pick up the pages from the sea of ​​blood, and also create a bloodbath in the Comoros.

Koji thought cruelly, then the shrinking space made him dizzy and nauseous. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying limply in Ezekiel's arms.

“They have taken away the power of the Savior,” Komi said with some sorrow, while Ezekiel replied with an angry furrowed brow.

"We cannot allow the aliens to blaspheme the power of the Savior. We must assemble a large army to punish those rampaging aliens."

“That’s right, that’s what we have to do.”

Ezekiel helped Komi up, and a few pages slipped from the book to the ground. Komi was worried about what Victor might do with the Emperor's power and didn't notice this, but Ezekiel saw it clearly. He used his psionic energy to draw the pages into his palm and was about to hand them to Komi when he discovered that Ezekiel had already drawn his sword and charged towards their enemy.