Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

His own tower was like a drum platform that boosted morale in ancient warfare, infusing courage and strength into the soldiers amidst the thunderous roar of the Titans being annihilated.

The increasing number of kills activated the machine spirits within the soldiers' weapons, continuously enhancing their firepower in cycles of five and eight. Even the metal symphony woven by the combat nuns with their explosive guns would be ashamed in comparison.

These changes in firepower are almost imperceptible to the users, but they are quite unbearable for the cultists who are being attacked.

The offensive was halted and could not advance any further, no matter how much the cult leader roared.

"How is this possible! How is this possible!" the cult leader screamed, clutching his head. "They should be out of ammunition and supplies! They should be powerless to fight back! How can they still unleash such fighting power!"

In his anger, the cult leader looked at the tower that had never fallen.

The spears that slayed the giants all came from here. The cult leader had a gloomy face and his fingers were trembling, as if he were making a difficult decision.

After yet another giant collapsed, clutching his chest, the cult leader cursed wildly, then, in a frenzy, reached into his robes and said to those around him, "Remember our mission! Let the Father's gifts be poured throughout the world!"

Ignoring the reactions of those around him, he pulled out an exceptionally clean crystal ball. The filth on his hands was disintegrated by the power emanating from the crystal ball, clearly indicating that this thing had nothing to do with the power of Nurgle.

"My loving father, your child is truly forced into this situation." The cult leader sighed softly, then offered everything he had to the crystal ball.

The next second, a mocking laugh suddenly rang out from the ashes of the cult leader, transforming into a force that pushed the crystal ball toward the tower where Komi was.

This attack was directly imprinted on Komi's soul, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Komi's heart pounded, and he heard a piercing voice mocking his impending death. He turned his head and saw a dazzling light rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

In a flash, Koken could only throw his spear and then jump down from the tower with his equipment.

Steel bars are ultimately just steel bars; even if they withstand immense forces beyond the comprehension of the ancients, their essence remains unchanged.

The power emanating from the crystal ball caused the steel bars to crumble before they even touched him. The crystal ball arrived at Komi's side without any hindrance and exploded under the gaze of his contracted pupils.

The endless chaotic winds deformed the tower and slammed into Komi's body. He couldn't even scream; he could only feel his soul being forcibly ripped from his body and flying towards the dark lands of the subspace.

At the critical moment, the Holy Grail that Komi had placed in his tactical backpack on his back burst forth with light.

A majestic voice rang out across the chaotic battlefield.

"Get out of my way, you demon!"

Chapter 63: Passive Gifts

A golden, blazing storm appeared out of nowhere, sweeping across every inch of the thoroughly corroded land; even overloading the sun lamps of the nest could not produce such brilliance.

The souls of the zombies, trapped within their bodies and slowly rotting, burst into flames under this light, their silent screams turning them to ashes.

The swamp that devoured all living beings was instantly dried up and cracked, making it possible to cross this area unharmed.

This must be the power of an emperor!

Commissar Tran was fervent about this sacred storm, and even the storm's influence on him could not sway his passion.

For the loyal ones who have not yet been corrupted, the storm can only do its best not to burn them to ashes.

The soldiers closest to the collapsed tower were burned, their exposed faces bearing charred scars. They did not weep or grieve for the pain, but were overjoyed to receive such care from the emperor.

A soldier with a ruptured eardrum bleeding profusely, after overcoming the disorientation brought on by the storm, loudly recited the Emperor's mantra. He and his brothers, who were nearly deaf, launched an even more fanatical attack on the burning cultists.

As the entire fortress descended into frenzy, only two people retained their sanity. Stone blinked and then asked Miyan, "Captain Miyan! Is Saint Komi buried under the ruins of the tower?"

Despite the ringing in her ears, Miyan could barely make out the stone's cries, and she immediately rushed toward the collapsing tower.

The rubble was shrouded in unnatural colors; the magnificent, ever-changing blues almost drained Miyan's sanity. These colors seemed to speak, flowing many secrets from her eyes into her brain, causing her to freeze in place.

Then a layer of gold flashed across the rubble, stinging Mi Yang's eyes and restoring her clarity from the baptism of knowledge.

“Thoughts lead to heresy…” Mi Yang’s face was a little pale. She bent over and gasped for breath. She hurriedly thanked the emperor for his protection and then began to dig through the rubble that was worshipped as a sacred object by both the state religion and cultists.

This wasn't the first time Miyan had dug through ruins. More than the scalding, untouchable remains of the battle fortress, these rubble caused Miyan more psychological pain.

Her consciousness alternated between clarity and confusion, and she felt her body switching back and forth between an ice cave and a desert.

After moving a concrete slab, Miyan finally saw the Grail of Remains, whose light was gradually dimming, and Komi beside it.

Komi pursed his lips tightly, his entire body as pale as someone who had been thrown into the water and drowned.

Mi Yang touched Gu Jian's body with trembling hands, only to feel a bone-chilling cold spreading from him and contaminating her fingers, which still carried human body heat.

"Stone! Come and help me!" Mi Yang knew something was wrong, so he immediately called Stone over. The strong guy quickly came to Mi Yang's side and reached out his big hands to grab Gu Jian's chest from both sides, trying to lift him up.

It's so cold...it's so cold...

Shi Tou had never experienced such low temperatures before. He was instantly frozen, his whole body trembling and his teeth chattering. He struggled against the eerie cold and, with Mi Yang's difficulty, dug Gu Jian out of the ruins.

How to awaken Komi from the blasphemous witchcraft became a problem that the two needed to solve. Without hesitation, Ishi took the Holy Grail, cut open his recently healed wrist, and let blood drip into it.

Miyan did the same thing, and their blood slowly filled the Holy Grail, making their already weak bodies even worse.

As the blood from the Holy Grail was fed to Komi little by little, his pale body regained some color. After all the blood had been poured in, Komi slowly woke up, his eyes confused and unfocused, unable to find any point of observation.

"My saint, are you alright?" Mi Yang was extremely worried about Gu Jian's condition, and hated that her blood was flowing too slowly. She should have had the stone cut open her neck and pressed the wound against the Holy Grail.

Komi smacked his lips, savoring the metallic taste of the blood. The situation just now was truly too dangerous; the sorcery artifact thrown by the cult leader had ripped his soul from his body.

If it weren't for the Holy Grail helping him, Komi's soul might have been locked away in some dark corner of the warp, suffering endless torment.

Body and soul were not yet fully matched, and that awkwardness filled Koken's senses, making even the movement of his fingers feel stiff.

Gu Jian stopped Shi Tou and Mi Yang from feeding him blood with a look, then struggled to his feet and surveyed the battlefield.

The cultists have been routed by the holy storm and the reorganization camps, and their filthy rituals have crumbled.

Komi had a hint of joy on his face, not because the battle was over, but because he had glimpsed the situation in the subspace during the short time his soul was out of his body.

The soul projections of the Red Mining World have become a chaotic mess, with no main content visible at a glance; all that can be seen is a blurry, colorful jumble.

Against the backdrop of ever-changing tides and the chaotic light of the subspace further away, the Red Mining World clearly displays its barren and remote characteristics.

The emperor's brilliance is like a star in the night sky of a heavy industrial city; one can easily lose sight of it if you look too closely.

The realms of the other four gods are also extremely far from here. It is clear that for them, other regions of the galaxy are more interesting than this Red Mining World.

Very good...

Komi let out a deep breath, realizing that it was a great thing that he had not been noticed by the Dark Gods. He was certain that his abnormality was merely a passive gift from the gods, rather than something they had given him voluntarily.

Perhaps the situation is a little better; the disturbance caused by Komi here is less noticeable to the Four Gods than a gentle breeze blowing through their hair.

But to be honest, even if this power was passively bestowed, it's a bit of an exaggeration. Could it be that he understood the characteristics of the warp and the gods, and that his conscious use of them led to this?

Looking at the Holy Grail, the remains of a figure worshipped and revered by nuns and believers for countless years, which could only make an emperor sneeze, Komi then called out Miyan's name.

"What's wrong? My saint?" Mi Yang leaned close to Gu Jian, wanting to hear his voice clearly.

Komi pointed in the direction where Commissar Tran was and whispered to Miyan, "The Holy Grail has lost its power. We need to find the nuns to recharge it... If the cultists pull out another blasphemous artifact, I may have to return to the throne."

Miyan nodded, and weak from blood loss, she staggered toward Commissar Tran. She even tripped and fell on the way, but she ignored the pain and hurriedly got up, afraid of delaying her.

Komi looked up at the metal sky shrouded in smoke above the nest, slowly adjusting to his body that he had regained, and then felt a sense of relief and gratitude.

I may not be the saint chosen by the emperor, but I am even less likely to be a lackey of the dark gods.

As for what the number 5 means, Komi can only wait and see.

Chapter 64: The Name of a Sage is Confirmed

Since the Battle of the Fortress, the corruption in the Gifted City has ceased, and the warp interference that plagued the communications corps has gradually disappeared.

Komi finally learned about the situation in other districts of Kamiso through the intermittent reports on the communicator.

The structure of the nests resembles a pyramid, wider at the bottom and narrower at the top. Although the upper nest is much smaller than the lower nest, it is still large enough that a mortal could not possibly explore every corner in a lifetime.

Nearly 10,000 districts of varying sizes housed hundreds of millions of imperial citizens. Seven hundred and seventy-seven districts experienced rebellions by cult organizations, with the situation in the Grace District being the most severe.

After summarizing the various reports, everyone realized just how important their desperate battle a few days ago was to the entire Upper Nest, and even to the Red Mining World.

The core of the demonic magic was completed in the Gifted City, and the final ritual point was at the very center of the fortress, at the foot of the imperial statue that had not been destroyed by the plague.

If the traitors achieve their goal, the statue's head will be smashed, its base will be piled with filth and offerings, and the entire Grace City will be transformed into an unstoppable behemoth in this blasphemous ritual.

The other rebellious districts were merely a distraction for the Imperial army, allowing the ceremony for the Gifted District to proceed smoothly.

Komi felt conflicted after hearing these reports, as he always seemed to be associated with the most dangerous situations.

Never mind, the capable should do more.

Koji comforted himself in this way, at least this time his achievements were not overlooked, but were deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the soldiers of the Second Reorganized Battalion.

The seemingly menacing Commissar Tran would reverently perform the Eagle Salute upon seeing Komi, and then greet him with a tone of affection.

Komi found it novel once or twice, but if it happened every day, and everyone did it, Komi felt deeply uncomfortable. He immediately held a meeting and declared to everyone that he was not someone who valued dignity and holiness more than his own life.

"If you still respect me, don't make things difficult for me like this. Just treat me as a soldier."

The soldiers were happy to fulfill Komi's requests, and although their hopeful and fervent gazes remained unchanged, they no longer addressed him verbally as a saint.

After the rebellion, there were hardly any living people left in Grace City; they either became sacrifices for cultist rituals or were burned to ashes in the Holy Storm.

Commissar Tran and Major Faraday jointly submitted their battle summary, and they received a reply the next day.

Komi took the battle report from the command post handed to him by Commissar Tran and extracted the most important information from the lavish praise in the text.

General Derek of the Supreme Command wanted to meet with Gu. They hoped that the Sage could come to the top of the Hive City to discuss the war situation, eliminate the orcs and traitors once and for all, and restore the Emperor's glory to the Red Mining World.

Becoming a saint is a good start.

After reading the battle report, Gu Jian couldn't hide his smile. There was no advancement faster than becoming a saint.

Men and women who dedicated themselves to the emperor had the potential to become saints, and these saints formed the cornerstone of the state religion's worship, thus strengthening their religious status.

This religious fervor could conquer all tedious paperwork, imbuing Komi's words with an inviolable and unquestionable imperial air.

The forgotten orcish feat could now be recorded, a fact that even a fool could guess would make his status as a saint more secure.

As for whether he is a saint or not, he no longer cares. As long as he does what a saint should do, whether it is true or false is no longer important. Isn't it the same no matter who works for the throne?

On the road to the top, Komi could not be left alone. Commissar Tran carefully selected a team of elite soldiers to accompany Komi. They were the soldiers who had been closest to the Holy Storm in the fortress defense battle, and the burns on their faces were proof of their piety and fanaticism.

After the cultists stopped their attacks, the monastery sent a team of six combat nuns. Judging from the color of their armor, Komi knew that these nuns belonged to the Silver Shroud Order.

The nuns of this order were as silent as if their tongues had been cut out, their aloof expressions concealing their absolute love and loyalty to the Emperor.

The escort team sent by the command was also well-equipped, and the supply troops that had been harassed by the cultists arrived with them. The Second Heavy Battalion finally had some decent heavy weapons.

Sitting atop a Chimera armored vehicle, the Imperial Astronautical Army's most commonly used armored infantry transport vehicle, which can also be modified into a command vehicle.