Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

As expected, the enraged wolf brothers were unaware of Gu Jian's deadly move. Humiliated and furious, they charged forward, and one of the wolf brothers, with a huge claw, vowed to avenge his brothers.

"I will tear your body apart, so that you will breathe your last breath in a miserable state of being too badly injured to survive!"

"You're declaring your own destiny! You fool!"

The Soul Axe and the Turtle Claw clashed together. The fifth attack had never disappointed Komi before, and this time was no exception!

The claws were cleaved in two by the Soul Axe. The wolf brother couldn't even close his claws to control the Soul Axe and could only watch helplessly as the weapon he had formed with demonic power vanished into nothingness.

Komi pressed his advantage, giving the wounded wolf brother no chance to catch his breath. Otto quickly threw his spear to block the other wolf brothers' attempts to come to his aid, and finally brought down his axe, ending the wolf brother's life.

The echoes of death drifted through the warp, and four ancient beings cast curious glances their way.

Chapter 616: The Gods Only Love Eternal Turmoil

As their gaze fell upon it, the warp storm surrounding the Gothic Sector split into four distinct regions that intermingled and clashed with each other. At the center of these regions, thrones symbolizing the authority of the gods slowly rose.

Blood, fire, steel, and brass—these materials were piled together in a rather orderly fashion, surrounded by the echoes of war drums and the roars of warriors. The terrifying gaze of the god of war had already descended.

Crystals, scrolls, formulas, reason—concrete and abstract things are constantly transforming and combining with each other, forming a bizarre spiral beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. The cunning gaze of the god of change has already descended.

Rotten roots, mud, miasma, and festering sores—all things stagnating in a moment of decay nourish more life, whether natural or transcendent. In this nutrient-rich swamp, the name of the merciful father is called, and the gaze of the god of corruption, Nurgle, has already descended.

Skin, flesh, music, paintings—everything in this universe can become an object and tool for indulgence. On the path of endless pleasure, only the most focused and creative can forever enjoy ever-increasing stimulation. The god of desire, Slutna, has already cast his gaze upon us.

The four gods appeared and gathered together. They hated and loathed each other, but they did not fight. They were all there to watch the show. If they started fighting as soon as they met, there would be no fun to watch. Where else would they go to make up for it?

Looking back, it was because they were arguing and fighting that they didn't notice Horus turning the legendary Primarch Saint Gilles into handmade beef balls, thus losing an SSR Primarch.

Tzeentch, however, turned his gaze to the deeper reaches of the Warp, secretly hoping that a new adversary would shed his unnecessary constraints and join the Eternal Game as a god.

But clearly, the emperor, who was qualified to become the fifth god, rejected their invitation. Neither the golden light symbolizing his current power nor the destructive darkness of his future power appeared in the eyes of the gods.

“He refused, once again! Is our goodwill so worthless to this cursed one?” Nurgle grumbled, even though he was the most good-tempered of all the gods, he couldn’t help but frown at this question.

"Oh ho ho... He won't be able to hold back for long. Desire isn't like a grain of sand that can be easily discarded; once it grows, it will endlessly accumulate in the heart. The more one endures, the more intense the pleasure at the moment of explosion will be!" Slaanesh chuckled, as if he were imagining some wonderful scene. His predominantly pinkish-purple skin turned a flushed red with excitement, and then a cloud of mist drifted over and covered his entire body. Following this, a series of strange sounds emanated continuously.

It sounds like a babbling mountain spring, or like skin being torn and bones breaking...

"Disgusting! Bah!" Khorne was furious that he had heard something other than war. He glared at all the gods present, then slammed his hand on the armrest and roared, "The moment he ascended to godhood! Only I can be his opponent. You cowards better get out of the way!"

Tzeentch and Nurgle were used to Khorne's obsession with the Emperor, but Slaanesh could not easily agree to it. He also had plans for the Emperor, just like the warlord Horus had planned to let the Emperor ascend Slaanesh's throne in the final battle with him so that they could enjoy countless pleasures on earth together.

"Oh dear Khorne~ You really are greedy. Wasn't it enough for you to savor the memory of crushing Bloodhand Kane to pieces the other day?"

"That's just a weakling with impotence!" Khorne cursed coldly. He had completely shattered Bloodhand Kane, making him a bloodthirsty ailment deep within the souls of all Eldar. But this did not satisfy him. A strong man would not be complacent just because he had humiliated the weak.

Khorne's insults were not an emotional outburst; He simply stated the unbearable truth about the Eldar gods in the most concise and clear way.

Without the devout faith of the people, how could power flow continuously? In the final days of the Eldar Empire, 99% of the Eldar abandoned the Pantheon and indulged in debauchery, which made Slaanesh stronger and weakened the Eldar gods in the Pantheon.

On the contrary, during this difficult time of the empire's destruction and the gradual decline of the race, the surviving Eldar gods were slightly better off than at the end of the empire. After all, the Eldar recognized their foolishness and mistakes, began to reclaim their faith in the Pantheon, and tried their best to avoid Slaanesh.

Even the dark Eldar of Comoros, who paid the blood tax to Slaanesh in order to survive, held Bloodhand Cain and Elsa, the goddess of life, in high esteem.

Khorne was quite disdainful of Kane, but Slaanesh had a different opinion. With a flushed face and a groaning murmur, he said, "There are ways to play with illusions and ways to play with hard things. Your mind is really simple and boring."

Khorne's crimson gaze darkened. Under His wrath, the endless war that erupted on the frontier of the realm of blood and debauchery intensified, and the demons were desperately charging forward in response to their master's commands.

Slaanesh glared back fearlessly, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, they would remain locked in a stalemate until one of them could no longer endure it and drew his weapon to take matters into his own hands.

However, generally speaking, it is usually Khorne who strikes first, and Khorne's anger is also related to Tzeentch.

The echoes of death came again and again, finally drawing the attention of the two evil gods, who then remembered that they had come to watch a show.

Khorne's gaze swept downwards, and he saw a gray Terminator fighting against the wolves' brothers. His movements were clean and swift, and his slashes were unstoppable. Each heavy blow gave Khorne's furious heart a touch of appreciation for the warrior.

Slaanesh's gaze did not linger on the weapon; instead, his head slid downwards, his six narrow eyes rolling upwards. Although Khorne did not know what Slaanesh could see, he could roughly guess that his gaze was focused on the crotch of his beloved hero.

That damn donkey...you come out to disgust me whenever I'm in a good mood...

The occasional giggles made Khorne clench his fists, wondering if he should summon His greatsword and cut off Slaanesh's head first.

Nurgle yawned, showing no interest in the current battle. He looked drowsy and slowly sewed clothes for his children with slime and something similar, holding two twigs in his hands.

As for Tzeentch... no one knows what Tzeentch is looking at, not even Khorne can guarantee that the eyes Tzeentch is currently hiding in the vortex of knowledge are real eyes.

The gaze of the gods put immense pressure on the Emperor's warriors. They suddenly felt a dark, oppressive, and heavy force crushing their hearts and brains. Even a veteran Ultra Warrior like Octar had to take several deep breaths to recover.

Chapter 617: Marcus? When did he arrive?

The voices tempting them to abandon their glory echoed in their ears; the weak-willed forgot their duty to serve the emperor and unknowingly embarked on a dark path. Meanwhile, those entangled with chaos, under the gaze of the gods, were as excited as if injected with stimulants.

The Chaos Space Marines, who believed in the Blood God, raised their axes and roared to the sky, vowing to offer more skulls to the Blood God. Unfortunately, their axes were not only aimed at enemies, but even their comrades-in-arms could be targeted by their crimson eyes!

The brothers are all fighting bravely at the front, and you, coward, are hiding in the back casting spells? Kill!

My brothers have all reaped countless victories, and you, a piece of trash, can't even wipe out a bunch of mortals? Kill them!!

Brothers, your fury burns, your hands itch with uncontrollable rage! The enemy is far away on another warship, and you're right here beside me? Kill them!!!

So the Chaos Space Marines who believed in the treacherous retreated to the side, firstly to prevent them from being targeted by the Blood God's butchers, and secondly to protect themselves as much as possible in the chaos of battle.

In their view, how much spoils the winner gets depends not on your contribution, but on how much strength you have left after the battle.

They mocked the Khorne warriors' brainlessness, waiting for them to wipe out the enemy and reap the benefits.

But in most cases, Khorne and Tzeentch will not allow this to happen.

Khorne will bless true warriors, so that they will not feel fatigued even after bloody battles.

Treachery didn't have any good reason; he simply enjoyed seeing people's plans fail and feel disappointed.

The Chaos Space Marines, filled with righteous indignation, rushed from the edge of the battlefield to the heart of the fray, wanting to give everyone a gift of paternal love; their stench could temporarily restore the berserkers' clarity.

Although the Blood God doesn't inquire about the source of the blood, the foul-smelling blood flowing from these plague-ridden pigs is still far too inferior...

As for those who believed in Slaanesh... they were even more formidable. Despite being disciplined by the strict orders of Warmaster Abaddon, they couldn't even maintain their discipline for a moment before their bodies were immediately controlled by their own evil desires.

When the Khorne warriors indiscriminately hunted down skulls, they also excitedly picked up their longswords, determined to cut off the beautiful buttocks they had seen over the past few days and offer them to the Slaanesh for their enjoyment.

Therefore, the gaze of the gods did not put the imperial army at an absolute disadvantage. The war discipline of the Chaos army was completely lost, and its killing efficiency against its own people was even higher than that of the imperial army.

The only remaining sane Black Legion was at a loss amidst the chaos, and could only retreat step by step according to Abaddon's last orders, guarding the area around Blackrock Fortress.

Abaddon, chosen by all the gods, naturally sensed the changes in the Warp. His power surged! It surged! It surged! The four great powers expanded and clashed within his body, and every god wanted to make him their representative.

But Abaddon knew all too well the terrible consequences of succumbing to chaos. His father had gone from a brilliant warlord to a muddled, senile old man, and Abaddon would never repeat that mistake.

So Abaddon rejected every power, letting them devour and fight each other within his body, while he used his tenacity to maneuver within and extract the power that he could safely use.

He could even distribute these powers to his own subordinates. The trophy racks on his armor were not just for displaying the skulls of powerful enemies, but also a blasphemous aura that amplified the power of chaos.

When Abaddon roars, the aura of blasphemy emits a dazzling magical light, making the wolf brothers even more resilient and difficult to deal with.

As for Markus and Otto, or rather, Komi within them, the combat pressure he faces is increasing, perhaps because he has long been imbued with the wondrous power of the Five, and the gaze of the gods has neither strengthened nor weakened him.

As the battle continued, the enemy noticed the rhythmic and fierce attacks. The Wolf Brothers were not mindless orcs, but veterans who had followed Abaddon for hundreds and thousands of years. Their deaths were enough to warn them to make changes.

While Komi silently counted how many times he had slashed, the Wolf Brothers, who had already lost four men, were also counting. Once they had slashed five times, their fierce offensive style suddenly changed. They moved around Markus, darting and circling, determined not to confront him head-on even once.

Otto's painstakingly assembled army on the Punisher also suffered heavy losses under the Wolf Brothers' opportunistic attack. It can be said that all the soldiers who had just been replenished from the Tarantis system died in this blood-smelling hall, and more than half of the Sisters of Guilt also perished.

Their expressions were complex as they died, worried that their sins were not yet atoneable, and wondering if they were worthy to rest in peace beside the Savior.

The number of combat suits has already dropped to double digits, and soon Markus and Otto will be isolated and helpless, and Abaddon and his personal guard will completely devour them.

There's no need for laughter anymore; today's victory was inevitable!

Abaddon watched as Markus, summoned by Otto, was surrounded and in grave danger by the Wolf Brothers. Even if he wanted to win, it would take him some time. How could he possibly defeat this strange Terminator? Killing the four Wolf Brothers was just bad luck.

With Marcus dead, Otto could not escape trial either.

Abaddon wanted to make this false saint who had humiliated him pay the price. He would first torture him for eight days and eight nights to inflict the ultimate humiliation before handing him over to the Dark Eldar to complete the deal!

The victory in the Gothic Sector will be definitively decided amidst the roar of the Blackrock Fortress's cannons; no one can change the course of the battle!

Absolutely impossible! It's highly unlikely!

Abaddon had planned everything, except for the real manipulators... The dark gods, casting their gazes, would never allow Abaddon to achieve a great victory and give this warlord a chance to break free from their control.

"Hmph..." Khorne snorted softly. He was very dissatisfied, not because Abaddon had the wolf brothers besiege Markarth, but because he also had ambiguous relationships with other gods.

Khorne detested people with impure intentions, but he couldn't just abandon them and let the remaining three gods divide Abaddon's value.

Seeing your rivals make money is ten or even nine times more painful than losing everything yourself.

Khorne then tapped the armrest with his finger, and instantly a mist of blood filled the air. He would not use his own strength to suppress Abaddon and his wolf brothers, but instead prepared to forcibly provide some assistance to the fighting Markarth.

Azrael, Azmodari, Octar, and some outstanding Space Marine captains and chapter commanders can all be brought in; that would make the battles more exciting.

Just as Khorne was about to do so, Komi finally captured one of the wolf brothers with Markus's axe.

"You dog, do you think that only my one attack is fatal? Don't underestimate me!"

As Markus roared, he poured all his strength into the axe in his hand, managing to force the wolf brother to his knees without any critical hit passive. His enchanted razor made a cracking sound as if it were about to break, and the look behind the visor revealed a fear of death.

His brothers desperately tried to save him, razor blades, claws, whips, and explosive bombs all coming at Marcus, but he neither dodged nor retreated, only thinking of tearing the enemy in front of him to shreds!

Markus's Terminator armor was slashed and shredded by the rescued Wolf Brothers. If it weren't for the Xuan-style defensive armor plates he had previously taken from the soldiers, his body would have been shattered as well.

But this attack, which traded injury for death, was quite effective!

The struggling wolf brother was deeply embedded in his body by the axe blade, unable to move, and couldn't even cough up blood or groan.

That wasn't all. Markus controlled the blade of his axe, trapping the mangled body. The axe, formed from a soul, was already enormous, and with the addition of the wolf brother's corpse, it became like a giant hammer, exuding murderous intent.

The shockwave from the fifth man's death, combined with Markus's powerful aura, created a powerful shockwave that caused the wolf brothers surrounding him to retreat, giving him the opportunity to kill the sixth man!

"You'll be blasted apart by me too!"

Marcus roared, fueled by the blood and pain, and charged forward with ferocity.

The brother's corpse slammed down on him, and the axe blade swiftly sliced ​​through the remaining corpse and his head, adding another life to Marcus's axe.

With his passive abilities stacked up, Markus kicked forward with all his might, and another Wolf Brother was kicked in half and slid to Abaddon's side with a victorious smile on his face.

How could this be? No way...it can't be possible...

Markus's sudden outburst caught Abaddon off guard, and the seemingly insurmountable situation instantly became unpredictable.

The orc soldiers didn't see what Markarth did and therefore didn't cheer, but Khorne in the warp recognized the gray terminator as he truly was.

Oh my god! Isn't that Markus, the guy I've been raving about? How did he end up here?