Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

The position, which had just been torn open by Miek, was immediately suppressed by fire. Badr used his experience to assess the enemy's threat level and quickly turned the guns around.

Meanwhile, Gerd also advanced rapidly under the cover of the two men's firepower, appearing almost in a flash in front of the defensive shield wall.

"Die! You lucky mortals!"

Gerdor let out a cold shout, and his claws swept across. The next second, a picture composed of intestines and blood would appear before his eyes.

But when Gerdona's claws slashed across him, he was immediately bewildered by the unfamiliar feel.

He watched helplessly as his claws sliced ​​through the bodies of two people, then stopped in front of a third person's chest. His claws, which could clash with the power sword and easily tear through the terracotta power armor, were actually blocked by a pile of black scrap metal hidden under his uniform.

What is this stuff?

Gerdor's gaze magnified on the scattered pieces of metal, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw the soldier, who hadn't been cut in two, gritting his teeth in pain as he raised his weapon at him.

A flash of light, a gunshot. Gerdo, who should have been wreaking havoc in the crowd, was hit by a bullet in the helmet. He was momentarily dazed by the powerful impact of the bullet, and his swift and sharp movements paused for a moment. This was enough time for other soldiers to take out their issued molten metal grenades and activate them.

Chapter 600: Forced into a sweat by mortals

Under the influence of thermomelting weapons, all beings are equal. Whether you are a high and mighty demigod or a poor person struggling in a slum, you must sincerely admire the powerful destructive force of this weapon.

Gerdor's war instincts were so trained that he would immediately activate them upon hearing the unique hissing sound of a molten metal weapon. Although he was somewhat dazed by the barrage of bullets, he still instinctively swung his claws with all his might, sending the soldier who tried to kill him flying far away.

The molten metal grenade landed elsewhere, and the heat wave from the explosion reminded Gerd of how close he had just been to death. The reason his deformed body was covered in cold sweat was simply because of those unremarkable black, patterned iron pieces.

Having escaped danger, Gerdor immediately raised his claws to block in front of him and leaped backward to get out of the crew's sight. He believed he had to be serious, or he would die without honor like Miyek.

Baldr, wielding an automatic cannon, also sensed Gerdor's predicament. He discovered that some mortal soldiers were exceptionally resilient. A cannonball that could blast a hole in a Space Marine would only produce a beautiful spark and a scream when it hit these soldiers. After a while, these soldiers would endure the excruciating pain, stand up, and continue firing at him.

The sight of a cloud of blood mist exploding hadn't graced Baldr's eyes for a long time, let alone those crudely designed humanoid machines. The square black shields they carried in one hand actually made Baldr feel a sense of powerlessness.

He fired more than ten shells, which damaged the targets but did not penetrate them, leading him to suspect that the shields held by these humanoid mechs were actually the outer armor of a Leman Rustank.

Their captain, Kos, sensed an even greater threat from these humanoid mechs. He swung his power sword fiercely, but the disintegration field got stuck inside, requiring him to exert even more force to continue cutting.

The poor kill efficiency gradually put the three Black Legion warriors at a disadvantage. The crew members, who had recovered from the raid, opened fire and returned fire. The dense rain of bullets managed to suppress them.

Of course, this is also thanks to the relatively cramped environment of the warship corridor. No matter how well the Black Legion warriors dodge, their space to move around is quite limited.

But even if the battlefield expands, so what?

When the beam of light suddenly illuminates at their feet, and a Leman Rustank fighter jet roars overhead, they will be glad they are fighting in such a confined space.

bang bang bang...

The shudder of bullets hitting his armor filled Captain Kos with shame and rage. When had he ever been so humiliated by mortals? If Warmaster Abaddon knew of this battle, he would surely consider him a disgrace to the Legion.

With a powerful slash, he completely cleaved the shield of a humanoid mech in two. Then, he took out a plasma pistol and fired at the observation port of the cylindrical chamber. The plasma easily burned through the hardened glass of the observation port, igniting the pilot inside.

Without its pilot, this rudimentary mech would lie on the ground... as it should have...

But to everyone's surprise, the mech in front of Kos staggered, then pounced on him, making a screeching sound like a vengeful demon scraping away rust.

"Give him...back...to...me!!"

"Damn it! What the hell is this?!"

Kos was shocked. He raised his foot and kicked the mech that shouldn't have moved, sending it flying more than ten meters before it hit several crew members who couldn't dodge in time.

As Kos breathed, the mech slowly raised its arm, attempting to aim at Kos. Then, Bader fired a series of shells, severing his arm, and the mech fell silent.

The machine is haunted!

Kos cursed under his breath. He was beginning to believe that Badr's warning was correct; something was very wrong with this ship!

Just then, a scream rang out. It was Gerdor's voice. Kos turned his head sharply and saw that next to his team's warrior, who was second only to him in close combat, were more than twenty dead but still intact crew members, as well as three damaged humanoid mechs.

His massacre of these people did not save his life; instead, he was surrounded and approached by other crew members who rushed over the corpses. He knelt on the ground amidst the thunderous gunfire and could not get up.

Sometimes Gerdor was like a beast. Unable to bear the suppression any longer, he suddenly raised his head and roared, but then the humanoid mech shoved more bullets into his face. The power armor, engraved with dark runes, was covered with unsightly marks from the bullets.

"You mortals! Why don't you just obediently die!"

Kos roared, and his voice turned into a shockwave that stirred up a blood mist at his feet. He knew that he had to save his men, otherwise his chances of winning against these strange mortals and machines would be even lower!

With heavy but not slow steps, Kos approached the swaying Gerdor under the fire of the other crew members. Badr also took out a noise grenade he had seized from the Emperor's Son. This little purple gadget contained the screams of thousands of gruesome victims, enough to drive most people insane on the spot.

The grenade was thrown, and several crew members moved extremely quickly, rushing to the grenade's landing point to try to throw it back. How could Badr allow such a thing to happen? He raised the automatic cannon and fired several shots, aiming specifically at the head, avoiding the torso covered with strange black scraps of iron.

Two crew members had their heads blown off, their headless bodies slamming forward with the force of the impact. Another crew member was lucky; he tilted his head so that the shell bounced off the curved surface of his helmet, and successfully reached the spot where the noise grenade had landed.

But this also caused his helmet to fall off his head, revealing his chestnut hair and some interesting details to Badr.

That's...that's...

Badr's eyes widened; he swore to the dark gods that he had just seen the ears peeking out from under the lucky mortal's hair.

Those were definitely not human ears! They were the ears of those filthy, beastly creatures that could only grow on the lower decks of their ship!

"Captain Kos! They are not ordinary mortals! They are beastmen! There is a chaotic corruption here that we cannot perceive, but is extremely deep!" Badr shouted a warning to Kos, but the latter's attention was completely focused on Gerdor, and he did not realize the fear that Badr's warning carried.

Yes...yes...I've seen places like this before...

Baldr's mind drifted back to an operation sixty years ago, when he and his comrades stumbled into a chaotic place in the warp, ruled by a powerful and cunning demon. When these Black Legion warriors entered, they were deceived by the peaceful scene before them. Then, when they were off guard, the demon suddenly appeared with his minions and slaughtered them all.

If it weren't for Badr's quick thinking, he too would have become one of that devil's collections.

Chapter 601: Abaddon's raid...a complete failure.

The current situation is already very clear.

The spells of those untrustworthy wizards went awry; instead of boarding the Exterminator, they became lost somewhere in the warp, trapped in an inescapable dream by their own mission.

These mortals are beastmen in human skin, Chaos beings!

Those machines were demons clad in iron, evil creations comparable to the insane experiments of the Dark Machine Cult.

As Badr was still reeling from the shock, the crew member with the beast ears grabbed a noise grenade, ready to throw it. But he had seriously overestimated the stability of these weapons made by the Emperor's son. The screaming souls that had just been held in his hand went out of control with each shake, and countless cracks appeared on the gold and gemstone shells. The noise made the small transportation hub so loud that it made one want to cut off their own ears.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The scream turned the crew member into a skeleton with bits of flesh and blood on the spot. Even Badr had to adjust the microphone on his helmet to reduce the noise.

But the effect of such a powerful weapon disappointed him once again. After the sound reverberated for ten meters, the number of dead and wounded decreased visibly. Badr looked at the crew members whose faces were spurting blood and whose limbs were twitching, put a small bottle to his lips, and forced some of the blood-colored substance into his mouth. His pale face then gained a little more color.

"What is that thing..." Badr wondered. He used the aftershock of the noise grenade to change the ammunition for the automatic cannon, and then watched as Captain Kos rescued Gerd, and the two of them wreaked havoc in the crowd.

After a fierce battle, the three men, panting heavily, summarized their battle. In half an hour, they had eliminated 147 crew members and 15 humanoid mechs. If Miek's kills were included, the four of them had eliminated 185 crew members and 20 mechs.

Is this a victory worth praising?

Obviously not. Among the Chaos Space Marines, the slaughter of mortals has always been in the thousands!

The three men each had their own thoughts as they looked at the corpse, but they all shared the same feeling: shame, utter shame.

As great Space Marines, war machines walking among mortals, with demigod blood flowing through their veins, they were repeatedly driven to the brink of death by a group of cowardly, insignificant, and incompetent mortals. In the end, they could only learn from the Midnight Lords they despised, using despicable means to kill off the enemy and barely survive.

“We have to abandon the mission; this is not our destination!” Badr said with some frustration as he checked the ammunition levels of the automatic cannon. He had used far more shells than he could possibly have in order to eliminate these mortals. Even with the ammunition compartment modification on his power backpack, he couldn’t withstand such a massive drain. If this kind of battle were to continue, he would have no choice but to draw his dagger and fight.

Captain Kos searched through the corpses, examining each victim's body, and found that almost everyone had some degree of mutation.

Tearing down the pants revealed a wound where the tail had been cut off and was healing.

Remove the helmet, and you'll see ears made of cartilage.

Brushing her hair aside, she could see remnants of her previously smoothed-out, sharp edges...

"Why are these humans still alive? Shouldn't they have been wiped out by the Inquisitors and the like!" Kos complained about the incompetence of the Human Empire as he turned over the corpses.

Jeldor, covered in wounds, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, saying between coughs and gasps, "I tasted their brains. These people don't believe in the Corpse King, but in some evil thing called the Savior. They claim that the Savior gave them a chance to atone for their sins with their lives. And those humanoid machines, which they call atonement-type combat suits, were all made by Saint Otto... cough cough... things."

"What's the difference between these things and the Demon Engine! I thought I could kill some of the Corpse King's lackeys, but all I've killed are the demon's servants?" Kos shouted, prompting Badr to also start complaining.

"And that blood! I watched them drink the blood and endure the screams! You know what the Son of the Emperor created; even we can't withstand it without batting an eye, but these mortals endured it without even power armor!"

"What kind of blood are they drinking? Did you see it?"

“I…I…” Gerdor shoved another piece of brain matter into his mouth and said slowly, “Beast Brew? That’s what they seem to call it. They say it’s the blood of the Savior.”

"Bullshit... This thing is even more sinister than what those wizards make! Have you rested enough? We need to get going. Badr, go retrieve Miek's gene seed, we'll go find Lockel and the others."

"Are we leaving here? I'm sure this isn't the Punisher; those wizards sent us to the wrong place!"

"Shut up, Del. Your job is to give orders!"

Kos glared at him, and Bader shut his mouth. He took a drill and chiseled open Miyek's armor and ribs, digging out his mature gene seed and taking all the ammunition from his body as well.

At that moment, a creaking sound of twisting steel suddenly rang out, and all the corridors leading to different places closed. The three men stood guard amidst a pile of corpses, and then they heard whispers in their ears.

"Hehehe... You guys are really something else, actually managing to survive. It's just a pity that we're forbidden from consuming their souls, but this battle has certainly whetted our appetites. In that case, we'll accept the souls of the three of you. I'm sure the boss won't blame us."

The three watched helplessly as the immobile redemption-type combat suits stood up, and the real demons were driving these suits to move.

Another battle was about to break out, and the three of them had no hope of winning... Their dying voices drifted out along the steel structure, merging with the voices of other fallen Black Legion warriors, announcing the failure of Abaddon's raid.

At a control panel, the dead Locker clutched the Thinker containing the junk code tightly. His brain had been turned into a bubbling paste by something a thousand times more terrifying than the junk code. He understood the danger of this warship the moment he connected to the Exterminator system, but his warning had no chance to be transmitted. Instead, it was intercepted by the demons who enjoyed the terror.

"We've won... temporarily." Komi said softly, staring at the hologram of the warship. The red dots symbolizing the attack disappeared one after another. All eighty Black Legion warriors that Abaddon had sent into his warship had been wiped out.

“They proved their worth, Saint Otto. My view of demi-humans was indeed somewhat narrow. They were not a burden to the Savior, but trustworthy comrades.” Faiths sighed at the sacrifice of his crew, but only Komi understood how great it was to hold back the Space Marines’ attack with mortals, even though some positions were lost due to insufficient numbers and the demons had to clean up the mess.

But in those more open areas, the Orcs, who had gathered thousands and fought to the death with several Black Legion combat squads, powerfully demonstrated to Komi that they were no longer lambs to be slaughtered at will by the Chaos Space Marines, but outstanding warriors capable of dragging them down to hell together.

The Dark Raven Guard, facing immense difficulties and even the loss of a chapter commander hundreds of years in the future when besieged by the Tau Empire's combat suits and infantry, is now being experienced to some extent by the Black Legion.

And this beginning will only get worse.

The combat suits won't remain at the "Redemption" model forever; the armor on the chests of the orcs, pieced together from fragmented Xuan-style defensive armor, will also be upgraded...

Once Komi replicates the genetic technology of the Primarch, Bai Yuheng, the Savior's army will strike fear into the hearts of all powers in the galaxy.

Stronger mortals and stronger space marines?

Who the hell can stop this army?!

Chapter 602: Leading the Enemy in Circles

The raid failed, a fact confirmed by the fading life signals. He dispatched eighty skilled warriors, eighty Astartes, beings beyond the mortal realm...

These people are a formidable force anywhere, yet they've been brought down on a small frigate.

“How could this be…” Abaddon murmured, but no one could answer his question. He was unwilling to believe that the warriors of the Black Legion had died at the hands of a group of mortals. He was more inclined to believe that there were Space Marines stationed on the Exterminator.