Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

As for what will happen next, he has no idea.

......

The ever-changing web of fate was shifting, and Tzeentch initially had no opinion on it, since it would be strange if something didn't change.

But now, the web of fate that has been intertwined and extends eternally is beginning to ripple, and a strange and unfathomable change is waiting for Him to unleash His power.

Um...

Tzeentch pondered this, for as a god in the Warp symbolizing calculation and change, He liked to think things through before acting.

Ok?

Tzeentch was torn by this change. He couldn't give up the many pleasures brought about by this unpredictable change, but he also had a vague feeling that he would deeply regret his choice today in the future.

Ah!

Tzeentch finally nodded, channeling a tiny bit of transformative power into it, much like a stock investor buying shares of their favorite company—the rise or fall didn't matter, the main thing was the sense of participation.

The power of change disappeared quickly after it entered, and then the ripples of the Web of Fate also quietly vanished, preventing Tzeentch from seeing any more, which pleased Him as well.

Both the foreseeable and the unforeseeable are forms of change, and change is the beginning of His ever-growing power.

Tzeentch chuckled softly, his divine power growing, and then he heard the crisp sound of the Crystal Labyrinth being breached by Khorne and Slaanesh's army.

It seems that these two gods blamed the conflict between them on Jianqi, which made Jianqi's face show both surprise and a sense of entitlement.

The entire subspace was once again in complete chaos, something that had happened countless times in the past.

......

Like smelling mentholatum, a cool sensation rushed through his nostrils and straight to his head, instantly waking him from his dazed and painful state. He found himself placed on an emergency stretcher, protected by two strong and tough young men and more soldiers.

Judging from their surroundings, they must have escaped from the ever-shrinking cavern of flesh and blood and are now walking through the corrupted top of the hive.

"Where are we? Specifically?" Komi said softly. Awakening from the shock of his soul did not mean that his blood-loss-stricken body had been repaired.

“We are walking on the top of the hive, a place that could have been Itheran’s private garden.” Miyan heard Komi’s voice and replied with a tearful emotion, “I’m sorry, Saint, our location may not be so accurate... The terrain here is changing, and our warriors are going mad or dying in boundless terror.”

Miyan pointed forward, and all Gu Jian saw was a building entangled in flesh and blood, posed in a shameful posture like wild beasts wrestling together.

But lust is not the end of this corruption; the evil that exists in flesh and blood sculptures and flesh and blood buildings is even more glaringly terrifying.

The grass, described by the stone as having blade-like edges, transformed into delicate, white fingers, swaying in the pungent, fishy mud soaked in an unknown liquid, tempting passersby to indulge in the caresses of these fingers.

The fountain, which used to flow with clear water, was now filled with the smell of alcohol and blood. Every now and then, naked hedonists could be seen lying by the fountain, drinking heavily while cutting open their own throats, savoring the pleasure of losing and then regaining.

The madness of indulgence quickly escalated into extreme violence. Slaanesh's corruption was, in some ways, far more terrifying than indiscriminate slaughter. If given a choice, Komi would rather be chopped into mincemeat by a berserker than become a half-dead, fresh leather garment on a Slaanesh indulgent.

The hedonists who stood in front of Komi and his guards were like that; they lived to the end through repeated indulgences, their bodies covered with the symbols of others.

Half an ear was used as an earring, a severed face was used as a mask, and severed limbs were nailed together to form a belt.

They dissect people's bodies while they are still alive and play frenzied, twisted music.

Countless people died from the plague in the lower levels of Hive, and the Nurgle cultists tormented the sanity and spirit of normal people with corruption and maggots, but compared to what happened in the top of Hive, which had been glorious and prosperous for hundreds of years, it was nothing.

Komi twitched his lips and ordered his soldiers to kill all the madmen in front of him.

Chapter 78: Integration Buff

"For pleasure!" The hedonist, covered in blood and wounds, raised his skull-shaped wine cup and charged toward Komi.

Their noses, which had been exposed to countless stimulants, were extremely sensitive to the smells emanating from these normal people.

The corruption of Slaanesh gave their bodies an excellent tolerance to pain. If a normal person were stabbed in the abdomen, the pain and the tension of impending death would leave him paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

But these hedonists could continue running despite the burning lasers and the penetration of bullets, their faces contorted in extreme expressions.

The sight of these madmen charging forward was quite frightening, but that was all; their weapons were better suited for amusement than for fighting an army inspired by saints.

The sound of numerous guns firing simultaneously gradually amplified in Komi's ears, because the soldiers did not forget to offer their devout prayers even while attacking.

"A saint walks among us! His gaze can sweep away all evil!" Sister Nancy roared, her explosive gun spitting out her fury at the vile behavior and souls of the hedonists.

The barrage of bullets was reinforced once again in a cycle of five shots, with the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth shots each receiving a very slight but effective boost.

The fifth bullet, carrying the power of unification, neutralized the corruption of Slaanesh within the hedonists, rapidly reversing their unnatural lives back to normal, before they died violently in the conflict.

The sixth bullet carried a portion of Slaanesh's divinity, making it fast and sharp, like a razor as it struck the crowd, skinning and dismembering these unarmored hedonists.

The seventh bullet carried a portion of Nurgle's divinity, making it heavy and resilient, and carrying an energy that dulled and rusted, slowing the advance of the hedonist.

The eighth bullet, imbued with a portion of Khorne's divinity, made it ferocious and powerful. This bullet could penetrate armor that was originally impenetrable, and even explode into a blazing fireball when it shattered.

The ninth bullet carried a portion of Tzeentch's divinity. This was not enough to make the bullet's shape ever-changing, but it could make the bullet invisible to the naked eye during its brief flight, ethereal and intangible, killing without a trace.

Komi clearly sensed the buffs bestowed upon the warriors around him, which greatly surprised him with the generosity of the unknown deity.

He then gave a bitter smile, thinking that he might have become the chosen one of the gods, inevitably becoming a pawn in His eternal game.

The question now is, what does He want to do? And who exactly is He? He can't really be an emperor, can he? If he were truly an emperor, he could at least come down and appear in a dream...

The warriors, chanting Komi's name, advanced step by step, killing all the debauchers who rushed from the streets and brothels.

The number of enemies coming was far too great, and it seemed that the entire elite had been completely corrupted by the corrupting ritual initiated by the Golden Silk Family.

The weapon's ammunition has run out, and Komi can't conjure something out of thin air.

Maybe...maybe it's possible...

Komi stared at his battered wrist, wondering if he should use his blood to fill the empty magazine.

The army, whose morale had already been boosted by the previous crushing defeats, was not discouraged by the lack of ammunition. They didn't even need Commissar Tran and Sister Nancy to shout; one by one, they held their bayonets to the front, vowing to make these crazy traitors pay with their blood for their crimes of betraying humanity and the throne.

"For the saint and his glory!" Mi Yang shouted, raising her arms. Stone was beside her, and the two of them charged into the midst of the hedonists, their slashing and thrusting displaying the fierce and fearless style of the orcs.

The soldiers fought their way through, their fanaticism giving them the power to intimidate the irrational hedonists.

For every one who escapes, another will follow. These naked, tattooed guys haven't had enough fun yet, and they don't want to die so easily at the hands of these soldiers.

Seeing the licentious men scatter like birds and beasts, General Derek immediately roared, calling back the soldiers who were caught up in the killing frenzy, so that they once again closely surrounded Komi, protecting his safety and sanctity.

Unable to win in direct combat, they pinned their hopes on filthy magic. Some hedonists stood on high-rise buildings filled with blood and flesh, inhaling canister after can of exhaust fumes into their bodies.

Their souls were more intimately connected with the warp, and the foul, dark winds blew abhorrent dark knowledge into their ears.

Several blasphemous voices, loud enough to make one's ears bleed, came from above. Then, the supernatural flesh clinging to the building quickly dissolved into blood, rushing towards the crowd like a flood.

These waves, over ten meters high, were beyond human capability to overcome. Komi immediately ordered his soldiers to carry him to the front, attempting to resolve everything with his own blood.

"Sage! Use mine."

"Sage! Use mine."

Mi Yang and Shi Tou squatted down on either side of Gu Jian, showing him their equally scarred arms.

While trapped in the fortress, their blood saved many soldiers who were on the verge of dying from the plague.

Koji let out a weak breath. He did not refuse their kindness, but pondered how to use their blood to create a spell strong enough to counter the blood wave before him.

That was naturally the five spells that had just caused him great discomfort, but which had indeed successfully dispelled the decay of flesh and blood.

Koji closed his eyes and thought quickly. There was no time to slowly build a magic circle for him with his blood, so he had to keep things simple.

In order to resist this wave of blood as much as possible, they would try to take as much power as possible from the other gods.

Centered on five, extending to six, seven, eight, and nine, and unified by one's own blood...

There must also be a carrier...

Komi shouted at Sister Nancy, "Nancy! Where's the Grail?!"

Sister Nancy immediately ran over, opened the shrine she was carrying, and respectfully presented the remains and the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail remained dull, meaning that this brief period of prayer could not restore much of his piety.

However, Komi did not hope that the Emperor's power could help him in any way; he simply wanted to find a sturdy container that could hold all sorts of complex forces.

The sacred number six points to the sin of excessive lust!

Komi grabbed the rotten remains from the ground and threw them inside.

The sacred number seven points to the decadent and corrupt Negro!

Komi used a dagger to cut a three-ringed divine mark of Nurgle on the stone's wrist, and used the Holy Grail to collect the blood flowing from the three holes.

The sacred number eight points to Khorne, the eternal blood war!

Then Komi looked at Miyo, grabbed her wrist in her expectant gaze, and then inscribed the skull-shaped divine mark of Khorne.

The number nine points to the infinitely changing and wondrous!

The endless changes and the power of fate posed a challenge for Komi, so he decided to use another method to guide the power of change to participate in it.

That is, the stubbornness that won't change whether the plan succeeds or fails...

As for the emperor's sacred number, Gu Jian dared not rashly apply 13 to him, since strictly speaking, he was not yet a god.

The blood surged violently against them, and the lecherous men on the high-rise building laughed uproariously at the sight of Komi and the soldiers struggling in the thick blood. It wouldn't be long before they drowned in the viscous blood.

Koji struggled to emerge from the blood-red wave, while Mi Yang and Shi Tou were beneath him, trying their best to lift him up.

Faced with his own perilous situation, Komi, holding the Holy Grail, shouted to the hedonists in the distance, "It's all part of the plan!"

Chapter 79: The Fragile Mortal Soul

As the changes surged into the Holy Grail, Komi sensed it and immediately reached in, allowing his blood to mix with the other substances in the Grail.

The complex and mixed divine power slowly merged at the very center of the Holy Grail.

The colorless and odorless spiritual energy material condensed, like pure water without any impurities, forming a stark contrast to the blood waves surrounding Komi.

This thing should be useful...

His legs sank much lower, clearly because Mi Yang and Shi Tou, who were supporting his body, were drowning in blood and were about to lose consciousness.

Koji gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and splashed the hastily made concoction from the Holy Grail toward the wave of blood.

Like squeezing a large dollop of detergent into a greasy bowl, the filth of the Blood Wave was driven away and neutralized by the cleansing water in the Holy Grail, and even the blasphemous divine markings on Miyan and Stone's wrists were washed away.

The oppressive wave of blood suddenly left Komi's side, scattering towards the buildings on either side like Moses parting the sea.

The joy of regaining the right to breathe was indescribable. Still shaken, Komi spat out several mouthfuls of blood she had swallowed, then looked at the lecherous men on the rooftop who had caused all this.