Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

At first, the garrison at Blackrock Fortress was genuinely fooled by the Waaagh's disguise. This wasn't just because the Waaagh's allegiance affected their senses, but also because most of them were Beastmen, the lowest-ranking members of the Chaos Legion. Upon seeing a Space Marine, failing to kneel immediately could be considered disrespectful and lead to their deaths!

So when these Beastmen saw a group of Black Legion warriors marching out of the Netway Gate, none of them found it strange. They simply assumed it was part of the Great Warmaster Abaddon's plan. They knelt down until the Beastmen were more than a hundred meters away from their lines before they realized something was amiss.

However, this short distance of 100 meters was not enough for them to stop the Pirates' attack. Pieces of camouflage boards were pushed to the ground, and the Pirates rushed forward with whatever short guns and daggers they could find, blowing the heads of one Beastman after another with precise shots.

They quickly breached the core defenses of Blackrock Fortress, then used their crude but effective technology to take control of the fortress's systems and build new defenses around it.

By the time Keiber learned of this and personally led his reinforcements, it was too late. His Shadowless Blade warriors had actually suffered a minor setback against these strange, pesky creatures. Various non-lethal but extremely annoying traps delayed their advance, repeatedly extending the anticipated timeline for retaking Blackrock Fortress...

And the Chaos Legion, unable to see the absolute dominance that Blackrock Fortress exerted over the Imperial Navy, will dissipate.

Most of them were gathered together by their desire for plunder and debauchery, and few were willing to gamble everything on a difficult naval battle, except for those true madmen who only wanted to offer more sacrifices to the dark gods.

When Abaddon could no longer meet their needs and suffered repeated setbacks in the war, the loosely organized Chaos Legion would fight their own battles, sailing into the Void with a ship full of riches to enjoy life.

At this moment, Abaddon had no time to care about these things, because he found himself facing a strange legion, a mysterious enemy.

“Hey, Abaddon.” Otto’s face was full of arrogant arrogance. He tilted his head back, pointed a finger at Abaddon, and said slowly, “Why is your head so pointy? Can you come closer and explain it to me?”

Abaddon didn't move, his face expressionless. He seemed to ignore Otto's taunts, focusing all his attention on the burly warrior standing in front of Otto, who looked like a ghost.

Seeing that Abaddon ignored Otto and only stared at Markus, Koken was also somewhat helpless. He dared not let Markus repeat Otto's words, for fear that Abaddon would notice something amiss. So he controlled Markus to mock him in a different way.

"Abaddon, the days of you always shouting to everyone that every expedition is a victory are over. Give me the Draconian sword."

Chapter 614: War Commander? He's just a company commander...

Within the Black Legion, no one dared to speak so disrespectfully to Warmaster Abaddon, for he was chosen by the gods, the eternal Warmaster who unleashed the tide of destruction, the wielder of the Demon Sword Draconion, and the most feared dark enemy of the human empire!

Glory upon you, radiant with glory!

Eleven expeditions! Eleven victories!

The most powerful! The strongest! The most domineering!

Eternal Warmaster – Abaddon!

Mortals who know Abaddon’s life story will tremble in fear in his presence, and all the warriors of the Black Legion firmly believe that the Warmaster will lead them to burn the decaying human empire, and then a new kingdom belonging only to Chaos Astartes will be reborn from the ruins!

But... this might fool others, but it won't fool Komi.

He was well aware of Abaddon's strength, understanding that this Eternal Warmaster wasn't as powerful as the legends claimed! Domineering! Fierce!

On the contrary, Abaddon has many shortcomings, the most frequently emphasized in the novel being his lack of emergency response capabilities.

Of course, to Abaddon's loyal subordinates, this trait was a display of the warlord's straightforwardness. But if Komi were to comment, the word "naive" would be on the tip of his tongue.

Needless to say, his command ability was lacking. When he himself fell into the deadly trap set by Dorne in the breach of the Terra walls with Perturabo's tacit approval, he suddenly realized in the midst of a sea of ​​fire that he did not have the talent to command large-scale battles. He was more suited to be a warrior charging into battle, a front-line combat officer commanding hundreds or thousands of men.

However, it seems that Abaddon has forgotten about this self-deprecating remark. But to be honest, even if Abaddon didn't want to, the title of Warmaster would force him to use his command talent, which has not improved much over the millennia, to lead a disorganized Chaos Legion.

Perhaps this sense of alienation—the feeling of self-loathing yet being compelled to pick it up and do it seriously—pleases the Chaos Gods, which is why no other challenger has yet taken Abaddon's position as Warmaster.

The so-called power comparable to the Primarch is also due to the gifts of the gods. Once they withdraw their funding, Abaddon will just be a company commander of the Son of Horus. He can easily crush ordinary Space Marines, but he will have to be cautious and careful when facing true armor-shedding powerhouses.

Komi believes there are two main reasons why he is always able to win battles.

Thick blood.

Attack high.

Perhaps the Chaos Gods liked an ambitious warrior who would raise the banner of attacking the Empire, causing countless humans to wail and scream in the suffering of war, so they blessed Abaddon, making his vitality so strong that even the most unclean among Nurgle would be ashamed of it.

The heavy punch that could shatter a Gastrin Terminator into a piece of paper landed on Abaddon's face, but only left him covered in blood.

The Death Mark Hunter among the Necromancers of Space could send a Chosen One of Chaos to the heavens with a single shot from his Neural Shatterer and send a Demon Vanguard back to the furnace with two shots. However, when it hit Abaddon's face, which was not protected by a helmet, it only affected Abaddon's sword swing trajectory, saving the Lord of Creed Castle from dying at Abaddon's hands.

What an incredibly thick layer of dough!

Koken could easily come up with a joke to please Slaanesh: a group of undead warriors discovered the sleeping Abaddon and immediately opened fire, trying to kill the enemy. In the end, they failed, not because Abaddon awoke and slaughtered them, but because they couldn't even penetrate Abaddon's skin until their energy was exhausted.

While others have health bars in the tens or hundreds, Abaddon has clearly expanded to another level. His health regeneration rate per second is a terrifying advantage that even several health bars stacked together cannot match. And if you say that this has nothing to do with the Chaos Gods' wicked sense of humor, Koken doesn't believe it at all.

He had experienced it firsthand; Markars pleased the blood god Khorne, thus granting him the ability to harvest souls.

Therefore, it's not impossible that the Chaos Gods might grant Abaddon an extremely high health bar if they're in a good mood. Just like in the war between Perturabo and Angron, countless cannons bombarded the roaring Angron to no avail, because he would heal his wounds in the next moment.

Only after Khorne withdrew his attention from Angron did Perturabo manage to blast Angron's body to pieces, securing the final victory.

Komi believed Abaddon's situation was similar; the gods, having finally obtained such an amusing source of amusement, would surely try every means to keep him alive for thousands upon thousands of years, until the day they grew tired of him...

But when was that day?

It must be the time when the original body returns to the Milky Way.

With the Primarch available for exploitation, who would bother investing in a mere company commander?

Abaddon's high health provides him with an extremely high margin for error; the difference between one-shotting and one-shotting with a sliver of health is like night and day, and he also has extremely high attack power.

But this has little to do with Abaddon himself; it's all thanks to the demonic sword Draconion, which was born from the first murder in human history and was a powerful demon that even the Emperor found troublesome.

This sword can be considered to be in the top tier of Warhammer weapons. The Space Marines' terracotta power armor is as thin as paper in front of the sword, and the Imperial Guard's expensive gold armor is just paper folded in half. Once it is cut, it will inevitably be torn to pieces.

Even without the Demon Sword, Abaddon still has the Primarch Horus's legendary weapon on his arm—the Claw of Horus!

The sheer number of times Horus's Claws killed angels and wounded emperors has imbued this ancient weapon with an indescribable warp power, making it as easy as crushing a chick to shred a Space Marine along with the weapon.

Therefore, Abaddon standing in front of Gu Jian could not bring him any sense of pressure; on the contrary, he gradually felt a sense of not being able to hold back.

Like Lion King Ryan, who returned from his slumber, he had thought the empire was now corrupt and hopeless. But he never expected that the invading Chaos enemy was also a formidable opponent, unlike anything he had faced before.

It's hard to hide a contemptuous attitude, even if Komi made many preparations for Marcus to disguise his identity.

Standing at a distance, Abaddon keenly sensed the disdain emanating from Markus and Otto, and he clenched his fists, preparing to have the Wolf Brothers join him in the attack.

The Wolf Brothers are the Warlord's true personal guard.

Komi focused far more attention on them than on Abaddon himself, because they were no longer pure Astartes, but a group of enchanted warriors fused with demons. Komi saw no sign of them carrying weapons. Perhaps at the moment the battle broke out, the Wolf Brothers would use demonic power to create weapons out of thin air for themselves, just as the Annihilator's ammunition was the endless winds of the warp.

The observation by both sides ended here. It didn't take much time; a second was enough for their brains to think through many issues.

Koken believed that Abaddon was nothing to fear, while Abaddon believed that the mysterious Markarth was just a Slaanesh demon summoned by Otto, disguised in this deceptive form to cover up Otto's false saintly identity.

Abaddon ignored the orcs and battle suits, not believing that mortals had any chance of interfering in the upcoming battle.

“Many enemies deserve to be remembered by me by collecting their skulls, but clearly you are not one of them.”

Abaddon gave a cruel sneer as he and the Wolf Brothers charged forward, their speed far exceeding that of the Black Legion warriors.

Chapter 615: A Tribute to the Legendary Spectator!

A few hundred meters is far too short for these superhuman beings. Even the cat-like sub-beastmen could only see clusters of black shadows rapidly enlarging in their eyes.

As for where the enemy would attack from, how to defend, and how to counterattack... their minds were completely blank, and they couldn't come up with any good ideas.

At this moment, Otto shouted again.

"Full firepower! Sweep this entire area in front of us with bullets!"

Upon hearing his command, the orcs and the pilots of the combat suits snapped out of their daze, pointing their guns forward, pulling the triggers, and then loading new magazines to continue firing.

The dense barrage of bullets carried tremendous impact. In several bloody battles, the Howler Shotgun had proven that it could stop the Space Marines' charge, and its concentrated fire could even make a Knight's armor stagger. But against the true elite of the Black Legion, this shotgun was ultimately powerless.

After all, no matter how powerful the bullet is, you still have to hit the person, right?

The wolf brothers' arms disappeared into the warp in an instant, and when they were pulled out, they emerged as huge razors of various shapes, their shimmering light like countless eyes blinking in the warp, causing those who witnessed them to fall into a prolonged trance.

They wielded their razors swiftly, their blades decaying the bullets into dust and vanishing into thin air before the bullets even touched them. Even if a bullet did manage to hit their bodies, the demonic supernatural power devoured all the kinetic energy carried by the bullet, transforming it into the warrior's own power.

It's easy to imagine that if such a team were to charge into the ranks of the orcs, it would be a one-sided massacre! Even combat suits with awakened machine spirits couldn't hold them off for even a second longer.

Even Otto, who had mastered the court swordsmanship, could only pin his hopes on the "Stories of Rebellion" hanging from his waist, hoping that the masked dancers' demon army could stop Abaddon's offensive.

Fortunately, they are not without options.

Because Markus, who had received the grace of Khorne, stood beside them, he could capture the movements they couldn't! He could stop the attacks they couldn't!

Humans have done their best; Space Marines must do even more!

Koji focused most of his attention on Markus's body. He took a deep breath, flicked his wrist to summon the unique Soul Axe, and charged forward with a stomp of his feet.

"You want to slaughter mortals? That's all you'll ever be; you can only find a sense of existence in the weak."

Komi's mocking remark roused the Wolf Brothers' nerves. Several of them, who had charged forward like a black cloud, immediately changed direction and rushed towards Markus, vowing to test the mettle of this enemy for their Warlord.

Is he a boastful clown or a formidable adversary?

Clang!

The Soul Axe clashed with the enchanted razor of one of the fastest charging wolf brothers. One weapon was formed from a soul, while the other was a manifestation of demonic power. Both were products that transcended physical and material existence, yet they produced a crisp sound of metal colliding upon impact.

Ultimately, this phenomenon must be attributed to the legendary Khorne, who loves to stir up trouble. If one day He were to break free from the constraints of the Warp and come to the real universe without restrictions, He would surely make the void resonate, allowing bombardments, explosions, and desperate screams to spread endlessly throughout the universe.

Komi, who had withstood the attack, didn't use Marcus's body to think about such things. He was trying to guess Abaddon's situation based on the Wolf Brothers' attack.

With a sudden burst of strength, Marcus swung his arm away from the wolf brother attacking him. Before he could retract his hand, another wolf brother ambushed him. His body lost its reality, moving like a black mist, and the blade pierced Marcus's back at an unpredictable angle.

In the blink of an eye, a javelin shot out from behind Markus, so fast that even sound could not keep up. The sound of the javelin piercing the air only reached the Wolf Brothers when their movements faltered as the javelin struck their chests.

Humph.

Koji chuckled lightly. These wolf brothers thought Markus couldn't stand alone, but how could they know that Markus and Otto shared the same soul?

When the Wolf Brothers circled around from outside Markus's line of sight to launch a sneak attack, Otto, who witnessed everything, was ready to throw his spear. Unfortunately, the two bodies did not share the passive ability of "always critical hits on the fifth day," and their abilities were calculated independently.

But that's enough!

Otto bought Markus a precious opportunity to turn around and attack, reaching back to grab the red tassel on the top of the wolf brother's helmet as he launched the sneak attack.

All I can say is that this thing is really good quality. It didn't break on the spot even though Markars held it tightly in his hand, and the helmet was also firmly connected to the Wolf Brothers' armor, making it impossible to remove.

Markus was already exceptionally strong, and his Terminator power armor was no ordinary item. These two advantages combined allowed him to grab the elite Wolf Brothers and spin them around like a windmill.

"Gulp! Ugh! Ahhhhh! You bastard!"

The wolf brother, who was being used as a whip by Markars, was both angry and pained. Because of his fusion with the demon, his armor had become his second human skin, and the red tassel on his helmet could be considered as his hair.

Feeling the struggle in his hands growing more intense, Marcus decided to stop while he was ahead. He first swung the wolf brothers around to force them back, then grabbed one of the unlucky ones who had been hit by Otto's spear and gave him a good whack.

In an instant, the two wolf brothers, who had been bathed in the blood of countless powerful warriors and were revered and respected by the Black Legion warriors, collided and spun around like tops. Unfortunately, they had strong control over their bodies and only spun half a circle before stabilizing themselves, preventing Koji from continuing to enjoy their disheveled state.

"Haha! Again!"

Marcus stepped forward, clearly remembering that he had already attacked four times, and the next strike would be the fifth strike, capable of shaking even the Primarch!