Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

"What should we do? Chase after them and wipe them out in one fell swoop?" Mi Yang turned to ask Gu Jian for his opinion.

Komi drew a large machete from his bodyguard and said, "Of course we'll rush over and completely destroy this hideout before they have a chance to complete any rituals."

Stepping over numerous corpses, the three ventured deeper into the restaurant.

The scene inside became increasingly dilapidated and filthy, and even the air felt heavy, making it difficult for Komi to breathe.

He kicked open the door, which was blocked by debris, and saw a chubby cook working in a mountain of rotten intestines and stinking flesh.

His body was covered in layers of fat, forming seven thick, bloated folds. Oil and stench dripped from the folds, and the strange, foul odor could make mortals sick to their core and lose the ability to fight.

Komi felt slightly uncomfortable, only finding the smell to be slightly worse than that of the orcs' toilets.

The same was true for Miyan and Stone; it is estimated that Falla had been treating them to bitter food, which was keeping them healthy.

"Hehehe..." The fat chef laughed, his voice sounding like it had passed through seven throats blocked with phlegm, trembling, disgusting, and making one's throat itch. Komi wished she could finish the whole thing for him. "You little things are really annoying. This is a restaurant that feeds the poor masses, but now it has become a morgue. How sad."

Komi didn't hold back on the fat chef's words and immediately retorted, "Poor people? Your food is disgusting and expensive, how dare you say you're feeding the masses?"

The fat chef's eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, were filled with yellowish tears, and he looked heartbroken. "There's so little food, yet so many people are hungry. Someone has to offer their body to feed others. That's the most helpless thing."

The fat chef pointed his knife at the naked corpses piled in the corner that hadn't been cleaned up yet, and Komi looked over, only feeling more furious.

In the ten thousand years since the Emperor ascended the throne, the Empire of Man has become a cesspool that even the Primarchs find perpetually troublesome, but compared to the sinister things of the Warp, it is an indescribably progressive force.

Komi gripped his machete tightly, staring coldly at the fat chef, pondering how he would thoroughly dissect this disgusting and blasphemous creature.

The fat chef laughed loudly, leaned back, and from the seven folds of his fat flesh emerged ribbon-like parasites as thick as an arm.

This thing is so disgusting that even someone like Komi, who is used to seeing blood and corpses, felt his heart skip a beat.

He wielded his cleaver swiftly, slicing the attacking parasites to pieces. These tenacious little creatures did not die from being cut; they lay on the ground wriggling, trying to entangle themselves around Komi's feet and devour his flesh.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Koken cursed loudly, stomping on the parasite near his feet until it burst, then charging forward with a thud.

The fat chef raised his arm high, the cleaver used to chop bones about to come crashing down on him.

At that moment, a series of intense laser beams shone down, burning the fat chef's arm off.

This was the result of Miyan using her fully charged family heirloom laser pistol. Although Nurgle's demons and servants are known for their vigorous vitality, this fat cook clearly did not receive much of Nurgle's blessing. Apart from having an inhuman physique and an unnatural life structure, he did not gain that inexhaustible tenacity.

The fat chef's blood was putrid and black, as if it were highly poisonous. He simply raised his severed hand towards Komi, attempting to use the spurting blood to force him back.

Gu Jian gritted his teeth, realizing that killing this fatso was more important than getting himself stained with rotten flesh.

Amidst the blood and stench, he vaguely heard someone whispering in his ear, urging him to quickly kill the disgusting creature before him.

Is this the Emperor's will? Has the Emperor given me a mission?

By the time Gu Jian realized what was happening, the fat chef's head had been chopped off and was rolling on the ground.

The obese body also lost control, deflated like a punctured balloon, spewing out a putrid stench.

Komi squinted and listened intently, but the sounds around him vanished as if they had never existed.

Chapter 55: Our Cause is Just

The fat chef's bloated corpse was motionless, clearly dead, and the soul trapped in that filthy body had also vanished, undoubtedly becoming part of Nurgle's Realm.

Koken was distressed by the smell of blood on his body, and then he heard the sound of a fire rising and burning.

The accumulated, foul-smelling spirits of the dead in the kitchen were burning as they approached Komi and his group, like a gas explosion slowed down countless times.

There was no way out of the room; they could only watch helplessly as these supernatural, decaying, yellowish-green flames slowly approached them.

Some of the souls of the dead reached out to Komi, their throbbing faces revealing a longing for liberation.

Faced with this Nurgle sorcery, Koji remained calm. Instead, he recalled how, during his battle with the mutant tribe, he had taken the lead and cleaved the eerie and terrifying Centaur with a single axe strike.

Based on the traces left by the Bipu tribe, this Hundred Gods must have some connection with the Warp and is a demon not under the command of the Four Gods.

Do I possess a special destructive power against the creations of this subspace?

Koken had always wanted to find an opportunity to try this out. If the emperor were to generously grant him some power, then the flames generated by witchcraft would be nothing to fear.

Komi gripped his weapon tightly, coldly watching the flames shrink and approach. He roared, "Get out of the way!" and then swept his cleaver across, instantly splitting the invisible flames in two.

The souls in the flames were constantly dying under Komi's roars and slashes, and these somewhat ethereal sounds were mixed with clearer groans.

Looking in the direction of the sound, the noble steward who had just been stabbed in the throat and cervical spine by Komi stood at the door behind him.

His wounds had grown long granulation tissue, and his eyes were swollen and trembling like water-filled balloons.

A canister of exhaust gas, which Koken had seen in the bottom nest, was rolling beneath his feet; it was now empty.

He knelt on the ground in agony from the backlash of the witchcraft, his skin and nails peeling off piece by piece under the influence of the corrupting winds.

“You don’t understand…you don’t understand…our cause is righteous, and only a generous and compassionate father can heal this terminally ill world…the upper class is rotten to the core.”

Komi walked over and asked the increasingly confused steward, "How many of you are there? What family do you belong to?"

The steward chuckled, though his consciousness was ravaged by the phlegm he produced, and he couldn't utter any useful information under Komi's murderous interrogation.

He raised his head, grinned at Komi, and exhaled puffs of fermenting stench. "We have many, many people... all the people who suffer under the Empire are our compatriots. We will overthrow the order of this world and let love and justice be spread equally to every corner!"

“Bullshit…” Koji said coldly, then cleanly and neatly chopped off the manager’s head.

The terrible rule of the classical empires led to popular rebellion, and in their despair of starvation, they turned to the gods of the Warp.

Does believing in them mean the arrival of love and justice? Obviously not. These people only have a superficial understanding of one aspect of the warp, and thus develop unrealistic hopes. At best, they will only become bloated viral symbiotes.

In the eternal state of being unable to live or die, all humanity and memory are erased, and in the end, he becomes a plague-ridden walking corpse that praises the name of Nurgle, the benevolent father.

Lamenting the unsustainable demise of the human empire, Komi picked up the empty gas canister that the steward had cleaned and examined it closely.

"What's the use of this thing?" Mi Yang asked anxiously. She had already vaguely guessed the effect of this thing and just wanted Gu Jian to confirm her thoughts.

“Enhance their psionic abilities so they can better communicate with the warp,” Komi replied, then crushed the jar. “This rebellion has been planned for a long time; heaven knows how much of this kind of waste gas has been traded here from the Bottom Nest.”

The three rushed out of the hotel, plunging the once peaceful Kuishi Square into terrifying chaos.

The small tents that covered the square were torn open, and the cultists hiding inside attacked those who did not follow their beliefs with rusted, plague-infested weapons.

Their bare arms revealed yellowish-white pustules and blisters, and their thin arms were surprisingly strong, making one wonder if the blood flowing in their veins was normal.

The violence escalated, and these believers used unfriendly methods to achieve their so-called love and justice. In just a short while, Koken saw several believers surround and kill a child, cut off his head, and throw it into a large pot filled with filth.

Within seconds, the child's head was boiled through in the cauldron, and scalding yellowish-brown liquid flowed from his face and seven orifices. As the cultists threw it, it fell into the crowd and exploded with a bang.

Koji was troubled by the ever-increasing number of cult members. Without turning his head, he said to Miyan, "We need to go back to the base first and let Commissar Tran and the others prepare for the crackdown. Stone, is your communicator still not working?"

"It still doesn't work, sir."

At this moment, a large group of cultists, their bodies stained with blood and filth, slowly surrounded Komi and his companions.

The crowd was so dense that Gu Jian couldn't tell exactly how many people there were, but if they were to continue their stalemate here, the three of them would surely be in grave danger.

“You’ve disrupted our plans. You must die here and use your intestines to appease our compatriots.” A leading cultist said cruelly, pointing at Komi. Komi’s response was to flick his wrist and send a sharp dagger crashing into his head.

The moment the cultist died, all the cult members screamed wildly and pushed towards the three men, completely disregarding the fact that their reckless behavior would crush the cultists next to them into a bloody pulp as well.

The crowd surged forward like a dense wave, and even if Komi killed one or two of them, their corpses would be carried forward.

Miyan took out a grenade and threw it at the oncoming crowd. The shrapnel and shockwave from the explosion immediately caused several cultists to vomit blood and fall to the ground.

Those behind them charged forward, trampling over their corpses, showing no fear of Mi Yang's firepower.

In this critical situation, Koji looked around, hoping to find a way to temporarily stall these cult members.

Got it!

Koji's eyes lit up when he saw a platform with lots of building materials hanging on its left side above their heads.

Originally intended as a cover to disguise an abandoned construction site, this has now become Komi's life-saving tool. By cutting a few of the ropes, the heavy building materials above will be pulled down violently by gravity.

Komi swung his machete, which flew in an arc like a boomerang, severing several of the six ropes suspending the building materials platform. The platform tilted down, dumping the building materials onto the cult members' heads.

In an instant, countless people were killed or injured, and large clouds of dust were stirred up, creating a noticeable gap in the previously tight human wall.

Komi immediately reminded the two, "Move towards the breach; we must fight our way out!"

Responding to Komi's command, Mi Yang and Shi Tou formed a sturdy and sharp spearhead and charged towards the gap in the human wall.

Chapter 56: The Filthy Cult

Gu Jianding was at the very front, and each strike he made rendered a cultist unable to get up.

Stone, known for his brute strength, moved with even more force and agility. He pressed down on the head of a cultist with one hand and supported his waist with the other, hurling the cultist like a log at other cultists nearby.

The three broke through the encirclement, and Mi Yang immediately turned around and threw all the grenades he was carrying, leaving only one as a spare.

Amidst the deafening explosions, the limbs and rotting blood of cult members flew about as they howled in agony over their mutilated bodies and ruptured internal organs.

They left Kuishi Square as quickly as possible, running towards their base without even taking a breath. On the way, Komi even saw the bailiffs' rest room burning fiercely. Those bailiffs, who had committed numerous atrocities, didn't need to worry about compensation.

Because they were dragged out by the angry mob and hung from a street lamp and burned fiercely, their screams were so piercing that even if Komi didn't want to hear them, he couldn't help but listen.

The women who used their bodies to exchange for meager meals from the bailiffs harbored even greater hatred for them. They would even poke the bailiffs on the streetlights with iron forks, tearing off bits of their charred flesh and chewing them up.

Gu Jian showed no sympathy for the bailiffs. He led Mi Yang and Shi Tou on a detour to avoid the crowd venting their hatred.

The location of the Second Reorganized Battalion could be reached by crossing the five intersections ahead, but Komi felt that crossing this road was no easier than escaping from the Guishi Plaza.

The large number of cult members almost blocked all the roads leading to the Second Reorganized Camp's location, so Komi and his group could only rely on the tall buildings on both sides of the road to move their positions.

There is a connecting passage on the 50th floor leading to another building. From this height, Komi looks out the window and sees the crowded cultists below as if they were marching ants.

No matter the scale of the firepower that the reorganized battalion attacks, these men can fill the gaps in the entire force.

They've gone mad... the entire Grace City has gone mad...

Komi felt a chill run down his spine as he ran through building after building.

The building also housed cult members who went door-to-door preaching, enticing ordinary people who were unaware of what was happening to join their grand cause.

Koken could only lend a hand by clearing out the cult proselytizing squad they encountered; he was powerless to stop the screams and pleas for mercy coming from other floors.

This is the last building. From here, you can see the reorganized battalion's garrison, a fortress specifically designed to prevent riots and war.

The open area around the fortress had no cover whatsoever, only barbed wire laid by the army and minefields used to restrict the enemy's advance.

The open space around the fortress is now filled with corpses. Soldiers from the reorganized battalion are firing outwards from the fortress walls, with lasers and bullets constantly spitting out from their guns, eliminating the charging cultists time and time again before they reach the fortress.

"It seems the reorganized battalion reacted quite quickly." Miyan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the defensive situation. "Those veterans were able to quickly counterattack even in the face of such a surprise attack."