Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

They were stunned by this incomprehensible miraculous power, staring blankly at Komi, letting the waste gas canisters in their hands clink at their feet.

"No! No! How is this possible!" a hedonist screamed, but failed to send the drowned to some beings in the warp, which caused a backlash. His soul was drained amidst a savage laugh, and he became a dried-up corpse that fell to the ground and shattered.

Other hedonists meet equally tragic ends. The devil is happy to make pacts, but if you cannot fulfill their demands, you will have to give up everything to repay this debt.

Coughing and soaked to the bone, everyone huddled together towards Komi, cheering and praying for her yet another miracle.

Komi's situation was even worse. The splashed clean water and the blood wave collided violently. In essence, it was a battle between divine power and divine power, between souls. Komi's soul was only of mortal standard. It was already a miracle that he survived the collision with that monstrous blood wave, thanks to the Emperor's protection.

He felt his soul being struck by a wave of blood and shattered within it, unable to be retrieved for a while.

Komi's face was contorted, as if he wanted to twist into a vortex and collapse. Only the Holy Grail in his left hand could make him feel a little better.

"A saint...a saint?" Mi Yang and Shi Tou dared not move, because when Gu Jian fell, he was pressing down on their bodies.

What an honor it is to serve as a bed for a saint! But before the two could even warm up their hearts with trepidation, they were already worried about Komi's suffering.

Komi was no longer able to answer the crowd in this state of soul-wrenching pain. Sister Nancy and Commissar Tran could only carefully lift Komi back onto the stretcher and then talk about what they should do to save the saint's life.

“We need to find a hospital!” a soldier suggested, only to be rejected by those around him.

"The blood of a saint can cure all diseases! It's far more effective than any medicine issued to the army!"

"And what about the church? Pray to the Emperor, and I believe the Lord of Mankind will not abandon the Saints, nor will he abandon the Red Mining World!"

"This place has been completely corrupted by traitors... Forget about a church, I can't even see a normal small apartment..."

"Then we should..."

"Alright! Quiet down!" Commissar Tran and General Derek maintained order. "Your noise will only cause the Saint more pain. Keep quiet!"

Everyone fell silent and prayed for Komi.

Komi felt the burning sensation inside his breastplate become even more intense. He struggled to overcome the pain in his soul and the weakness in his body, and pointed his trembling finger at his chest.

The first to understand what Gu Jian meant were Mi Yang and Shi Tou, two warriors who had been with him for a long time. Mi Yang reached in and pulled out the small, muddy red pill.

It's hard to believe that the pill is still dry, considering that the wave of blood attacked everyone here. Even Sister Nancy's power armor, which had been prayed for and anointed with holy oil, was so dirty and filthy that it was hard to look at.

"The medicine from the Mechanicus..." Commissar Tran looked at the pill in Miyan's hand with a complicated tone, "The saint doesn't like this stuff. He thinks the origin of this medicine... is very abnormal."

"But it turns out that this medicine is extremely effective in resisting the plague..." General Derek added.

Sister Nancy's tone grew even colder, "Perhaps this drug is just the beginning of corruption. We should burn it immediately! Execute the person who made this damned drug!"

Commissar Tran pondered for a moment, "But General Derek and I have also taken this drug... Why didn't we become corrupted? Also, not everyone at the top of this hive can get one; only those who frequently go up and down the hive during the blockade can get one."

General Derek pondered, "Perhaps it's the protection of a saint? His great power is safeguarding our souls from evil..."

They were talking, while Miyang focused solely on Komi's movements, struggling to decipher what his trembling fingers were trying to express.

Are you taking this medicine...?

Mi Yang felt she was 8% sure of her guess. Her eyes were fixed on the muddy red pill in her hand. Then, mustering her courage, she pried open Gu Jian's mouth and, with trembling hands, stuffed the pill inside...

Before she could even help Gu Jian chew and swallow, Sister Nancy angrily shouted and slammed her iron fist down hard on Mi Yang, clearly regarding her as a traitor who had poisoned the saint in a critical moment.

In that instant, Shi Tou pulled Mi Yang away. He had taken a solid punch to the shoulder, and was rolling to the side, groaning as his flesh was mangled and his bones were shattered.

With the stone's help, Mi Yang was finally able to move Komi's jaw and quickly help him chew the pill.

Nancy then kicked Miyang in the stomach, sending her flying several meters away with a vomit, unable to stand due to the pain of ruptured internal organs.

Sister Nancy did not grind Mi Yang to dust. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was filled with hatred for Mi Yang, who was suspected of being a traitor.

"You traitor! You actually dared to poison the sage!"

"I didn't...this is a requirement of the saints..."

Koji couldn't hear the argument between the two. He only felt the muddy red pill he was wary of being chewed and slowly melted in his mouth, and then a warm and devout power enveloped his soul, which was scattered in the blood waves.

This feeling is so familiar... Where did Komi experience this before...?

The leader of the Dragonscale Tribe, a wild psionicist with exceptionally strong and stable psychic power—Faya!

When Koken realized this, he saw a ray of golden light bloom before his eyes, which then pulled his hard-won soul to a distant place.

Chapter 80: Faya and Her People

I should hate him...

As Faya thought this, her intelligent eyes occasionally swept over the judge's armored back.

The Dragonscale Tribe was destroyed, and instead of becoming living medicinal materials for the Golden Silk Clan's alchemy, they became the servants of this judge.

Obey his commands and accept his protection.

Those tribesmen who died during the capture were merely losses due to a misunderstanding. At that time, the judge had no intention of explaining anything to Faya, and Faya, who had just escaped death, would not listen to a judge's nagging.

A strong fist is the best communication tool; the safest form of kindness is to offer some goodwill after crushing everything.

Faya looked at her palm; the enormous, unique dragon claw had disappeared.

Among the judge's retinue was a doctor skilled in bio-engineering, who easily healed her dragon claws, leaving only snake-like scales dotting her arms.

This planet is so rotten it's unrecognizable.

The judge told Falla that his cold, indifferent eyes had witnessed countless deaths, and that human lives were nothing more than a number in order to achieve imperial power. He was willing to offer his own life for the throne without hesitation if necessary.

The plague of the Nurgle cult flows through the bottom of Red Mines, a fact the Inquisitor discovered while exploring in disguise.

Cleansing the Emperor from demonic corruption and alien invasion is undoubtedly the Inquisitor's most important duty, but in the remote and weakly controlled world of Red Mines, the Inquisitors need to use smarter and more covert methods to achieve their goals.

Throughout his long career, he had long understood this principle.

The judge's life was a lonely one; no one was worthy of his trust and responsibility, and even the most loyal soldiers might betray him at any moment.

The nobles who professed loyalty to the emperor may have long harbored rebellious intentions, waiting only for the right opportunity to launch a lawless rebellion and blasphemy.

The discovery of the Dragonscale Tribe truly delighted the Inquisitors; the exceptional resistance of their blood and flesh to the plague was nothing short of a gift from the Emperor.

Therefore, he was happy to bring the Dragonscale Tribe under his control and provide for them, requiring these mutants to regularly provide him with blood and flesh to concoct new medicines.

Those muddy red pills were like that, with even Falla involved. Her powerful and stable spiritual energy permeated deep into the pills, ensuring that they could be preserved for a long time, defying the laws of physics.

The medicine played a crucial role in curbing the spread of the plague in Nest City, preventing the great rebellion that the inquisitors feared from ever taking hold.

But who would have thought that while he was busy eradicating the Nurgle cult in the lower levels of Hive, the picturesque top of Hive was experiencing a far more severe Slaanesh corruption than the lower levels.

The judge's chest was burning hot, mainly because he had obtained a precious psionic jewel in an abandoned ancient Eldar ruin.

It was a temple, and the judge did not recognize the statues of the gods inside. The only thing he could tell was that the psionic jewels were definitely tools used to communicate with these gods.

As for what the Eldar call it, that's not what the Inquisitor cares about; he has already named it after the Eldar ornament's function—the Sub-Space Warning Orb.

This item can warn the wearer of abnormal fluctuations in psionic energy around them through temperature. The Inquisitors have also used it to deal with many well-hidden Chaos Cults on several occasions.

However, when a world is plagued by multiple cults, jewelry that relies solely on temperature to warn people is no longer so accurate.

The judge was struck by a blasphemous spell, but the Blessing Amulet he wore protected his life. However, the stormtroopers affected by the spell fared much worse; their flesh beneath their armor distorted violently, then expanded so much that it shattered and exploded the armor.

"Damn it..." The judge ignored the pain in his body and immediately stood up, dodging the traitors' deadly barrage of bullets.

He relied too much on the Eldar jewel embedded in his chest, forgetting the creed that an inquisitor should question and scrutinize everything.

Fortunately, he was not fighting alone; Faya, who had been found and given some basic training, also possessed the power to turn the tide of the battle.

The judge roared, raising his arm and firing at the cultists with the weapon mounted on it, "Faya! For the Emperor! Annihilate these bastards!"

Falla took a deep breath. She wasn't doing this for the Inquisitors; she was a devout believer, and for the Emperor, she should eliminate those enemies of humanity.

The knowledge of psionics and warp that the Inquisitor taught her was not extensive, but it was practical and concise, enabling Falla to quickly move from a wild psionicist to the edge of becoming a legitimate psionicist.

She only realized how bold and lucky she had been in using psychic powers after becoming one of the Inquisitor's attendants.

May the great and merciful Emperor protect my soul and prevent it from being taken away by the evil of the Warp.

Faya silently praised the move, then channeled her innate powerful spiritual energy into her hands, aiming it at a very solid position.

His hands seemed to pierce through time and space, as if they were directly pinching the heads of those traitorous soldiers whose bodies were covered in blasphemous patterns.

As Faya tightened his grip, the hundred-odd traitors in the distance were immediately immobilized. Each of them twisted their mouths wide open, venting their pain, before their heads shattered and they died with a series of synchronized thuds.

The suppressive firepower dissipated instantly, and the well-trained Stormtroopers seized the opportunity to rush out from their cover. The Hellfire Guns in their hands were incredibly powerful; a few shots in quick succession could even melt the Nurgle Space Marines, who were known for their toughness.

The scorching light pierced the battlefield, striking the traitors who were trying to rush to the front lines and take control of the heavy weapons.

Their limbs were melted off, their wounds charred and smoldering with crimson flames; they certainly wouldn't have survived that shot.

The psionicist who attacked the Inquisitor with magic was also killed by Faya, who easily seized the moment when the psionic energy was accumulating.

With a flick of his finger, he caused the psychic, who was privately supported by the nobleman, to die in a terrible backlash.

The judge was not pleased with this brief victory; he was only concerned with the dome at the very center of the hive, the once pristine building now the core of corruption. Unless it was destroyed, the fall of Red Mining World was only a matter of time.

The shield covering the dome was also modified. The blue-glowing shield would occasionally condense demonic runes that stung people's eyes, and the buzzing sound of its operation was mixed with the whispers and mocking laughter of demons.

Pressing close to the shield, the judge, who possessed countless treasures, threw a jet-black triangular pyramid at it.

When this thing came into contact with the shield, it burst out with a mysterious, cold green light. This was definitely not an artifact of the Empire, but another item plundered from the alien ruins.

A gap was torn in the shield, and everyone rushed in, engaging in an even more brutal battle with the utterly corrupted Golden Silk Clan.

The servants and family members, indulging in debauchery, charged toward the judge's troops, determined to stop them on the blood-soaked meadow.

Chapter 81: The Weak Demon

After a grueling and arduous struggle to break through the maddening Finger Meadow, the core of the Golden Silk Family's power was now right before the Judges' forces.

The original design of this farmhouse-style manor is no longer visible; human skin is almost entirely covered on every wall.

Amidst the filth of blood and unidentified liquid, Earl Ryan, dressed neatly, stood out conspicuously. At his feet lay the naked corpse of a young girl, her death gruesome, her face twisted inside like a toilet bowl.

Judging from her figure, this is Lena, who gave Komi the beauty of love in that illusion.

"Earl Ryan..." the judge muttered coldly, "you and your family will surely be wiped out today..."

Count Ryan was not intimidated by the inquisitor's threats; he simply stood in the heart of this ever-present, corrupt atmosphere and spoke with an elegant and composed demeanor.

"My family will not perish; on the contrary, it will grow stronger because of my choices. I am unwilling to waste my talents on such a desolate place. I should become the ruler of this remote and hazy sector! An independent king!"

The judge was outraged by Earl Ryan's disrespectful idea. Although the human empire had very little control over this remote, hazy sector, it would not tolerate an arrogant man establishing a state within a state.

"Wherever the Emperor's light shines, that is his property and territory!" The judge answered Earl Ryan's ambition with a phrase most often used by the Ministry of the Interior to proclaim the territory of the human empire.