Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

What does this mean...?

The demons of Nurgle and Slaanesh have already appeared. Now, will Tzeentch's demon emerge to reap the rewards of victory in a mutually destructive outcome?

The judge became more wary and suspicious of Komi, having already learned of Komi's deeds from reports by his informants.

He tricked orcs into fighting for him, using their own blood to dispel Nurgle's corruption, his javelins carrying supernatural power...

As for being glittering with gold and possessed by a divine being?

This could not fool the judge, who had handled the execution trials of high-ranking members of the State Church in his career and knew very well that such a sense of solemnity and authority could be fabricated.

Do you want to break off relations now?

The judge scanned the warriors around Komi, whose morale and fighting spirit were almost tangible, making even the battle-hardened stormtroopers a little nervous.

Falla's situation is dire... Her body can no longer draw upon her spiritual energy. She must proceed cautiously, first calming down the man before her, who resembles a Tzeentch demon, and then acting according to the circumstances...

The judge stepped forward and walked to the front of the line, showing everyone the court insignia on his chest.

Commissar Tran and General Derek were quite surprised; they had no idea that the Inquisition existed.

"Count Ryan and the Goldfinch family have paid the price for their betrayal. The Red Mining World no longer needs to worry about the demons' incursions..." the Inquisitor announced, then paused, awaiting Komi's reaction. Seeing no intention of attacking, he continued, "Now we have only one enemy left: those disgusting orcs gathering outside the hive..."

"Judge..." Since he didn't know his name, Komi could only address him by his title. Komi really didn't want to get involved with this organization that produced so many madmen and wielded such immense power. "Thanks to the Emperor's blessing, we were able to turn the tide against the traitor's repeated conspiracies."

“Yes…” The judge nodded to Komi and then said, “I have read your documents. Komi, the Saint, is that right? You are indeed more courageous and loyal than described in the documents, able to lead such a troop of remnants through the dangerous top district to this place.”

Komi let out a breath, shook his head, and sighed, "I was just doing my best. If it weren't for good luck, I might have died at the hands of a traitor long ago."

The judge neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply smiled and then extended his hand to him.

This was a bold test. The Inquisitor had already pre-activated the numerous bombs embedded in the armor. If Gu Jian made the slightest mistake, he would immediately detonate them and perish together with this demon.

Koji was somewhat surprised that the judge reached out his hand, but he still shook it.

"Are you alright? I noticed you're trembling," Komi asked in a friendly manner.

The judge gritted his teeth, managing to squeeze out some words through his pain, "It was just from injuries sustained in battle with the enemy..."

Koji nodded. He had also witnessed the fierce battle between the Inquisitor and the Slaanesh demon when his soul left his body, so it was quite reasonable for him to have some injuries.

When the hand was released, Koji appeared normal, while the judge nearly knelt on the ground, only managing to stay upright thanks to the locking rivets of his power armor.

He was indeed injured in the battle, but that shouldn't have weakened him to this extent.

The main reason was the jewel embedded in his chest. The moment the judge touched Komi's palm, the jewel shattered, leaving his chest completely bare, with no good flesh left, even exposing his white bones.

This demon is far more terrifying than the banished Slaanesh; he alone could not possibly subdue him... But why hasn't this demon carried out his evil plan yet? What is he afraid of?

Is it Falla? This demon reveres the divine power emanating from Falla!?

The judge believed he had found the most crucial card, but he still needed another prop to ensure complete victory.

So he spoke to Faya, and a voice rang out from an implant in Faya's ear, "Faya, get that remnant of the Holy Grail. We need this relic for our next operation."

After hearing this, Faya performed the tribal rituals and asked Koga for the Holy Grail of the Remains. His voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he had not yet recovered from the burning of the divine power.

At this moment, the judge's heart was pounding. The success or failure of the matter depended entirely on whether this demon was truly afraid of the still lingering imperial power within Faya.

Komi looked at the Holy Grail. This sacred little thing had already been ruined during its previous use. Its extremely pure water had also exhausted the last bit of prayer power while driving away and purifying the blood waves.

Today, the Holy Grail is merely a religious souvenir.

Komi shook his head and handed the Holy Grail to Faya with great emotion. If this thing had been in Faya's hands sooner, the situation in the Nest City might have been better.

The judge was surprised by Komi's efficiency, but then became enraged when examining the condition of the Holy Grail.

This damned demon has defiled this sacred heritage! No wonder he's so fearless!

The judge controlled his emotions, making sure not to reveal anything unusual in front of Gu Jian.

But Komi didn't think in that direction at all, and even felt a little ashamed that the Holy Grail had become like this.

This genuine guilt and tension only deepened the judge's suspicion of him, and a plan against Komi was gradually woven into his mind.

The two groups ultimately refrained from a major confrontation. The top echelons of the city had a multitude of unresolved issues requiring their attention: order needed to be restored, the army reorganized, and critical infrastructure repaired...

Komi was so busy he barely had time to breathe, so he took the opportunity to sort out all the things that had happened in the past few days.

At night, Komi lay in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. This was the first time in days that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief instead of thinking about how tomorrow's battle would unfold.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reminisced about the past.

The unknown fifth god...

The powers they wield are quite complex, encompassing almost every domain controlled by every deity, albeit at a much lower level.

The gifts bestowed were so generous that Komi, who knew the wicked nature of the gods, felt a thorn in his side.

Although I know very little about psionic magic, I can at least create some wild spells whose power and side effects are proportional based on my understanding of the Holy Numbers.

So what else is there besides these?

Chapter 84: Selling the Red Cloak in a Reversal

Koken did not overlook the fact that it has excellent resistance to subspace corrosion.

He made several proactive attempts to use the nature of Khonno to strengthen himself, which may have attracted his indirect attention, but he did not let himself fall into bloodthirsty madness. Regardless of how outsiders viewed Koken, he was certain that his mind was perfectly clear.

In its desperation, it even invoked the sacred numbers of all the gods. The fact that it didn't mutate into a chaotic egg after doing all that is truly inexplicable.

His exceptional talent in melee combat was either a gift from Khorne or the work of the Fifth God.

Perhaps in the future, after they've taken too much free stuff, they might be able to get some other favors in return.

For example, possessing the alluring charm of Slaanesh that captivates both humans and beasts, and being agile enough to masturbate oneself, would be quite impressive.

When attacking, it is constantly strengthened based on the Holy Number, and most of the time a critical hit is triggered once every five attacks.

Fresh blood can be used as a superior medicine, capable of clearing away supernatural diseases, restoring things distorted and corrupted by the subspace to normal, and even granting the user extremely strong regenerative abilities. Although it cannot be compared to the breathing-to-heal technique in a certain game, the fact that the user has not been in danger despite shedding so much blood is enough to prove this point.

They can use orc weapons and equipment, ensuring that these tattered and crudely cobbled-together weapons meet their combat needs instead of suddenly exploding.

It can even inspire the soldiers who fight alongside him, giving their bodies and weapons slight enhancements from different deities.

So what are the problems?

Komi also thought that while focusing on one's strengths, one's weaknesses also need to be carefully considered.

First, there is a relative weakness in both the physical and spiritual aspects.

The old miner's sturdy body did indeed help Gu Jian a lot. Although he couldn't compare to the real tough guys in the Katachon jungle, he was still better than most ordinary people in the human empire.

The power structure in the Warhammer universe is quite flexible and dynamic. Even Space Marines have been killed by cultists. However, it must be acknowledged that there is a relatively clear hierarchy of power in Warhammer.

For example, when comparing the power of a Primarch and a mortal, if no one has the most powerful cheat codes, no one would think that a mortal could threaten the Primarch's life.

Komi created a table, which, although inaccurate and full of subjective assumptions, was enough for him to make a simple ranking of combat strength. He placed himself in it to facilitate the following analysis.

Physical strength: Mortal, Soldier, Elite Soldier, Battle Nun, Space Marine, Chapter Leader, Imperial Guard, Primarch, Lesser God, True God.

Soul strength: Mortal, Common Psionicist, Space Marine, Eldar, Demon, Imperial Guard, Archdeacon, Primarch, Lesser God, True God.

Their physical strength is roughly between that of a soldier and an elite soldier. They will be injured if shot and will die if their neck is slashed. They can only rely on their agility in battle to dodge those fatal attacks, so they must undergo some enhancement surgery whenever possible.

The soul's strength is definitely stronger than that of mortals. It has already absorbed so much divine power, so how come its physical body still has some remnants of spiritual energy?

He's probably a bit stronger than an average psionicist, but he's not qualified to be sent to Terra to be used as firewood for Star Torch. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so shaken that his soul was on the verge of shattering after just one head-on collision with Blood Wave.

That's all the body can do, unless he also learns from demons and possesses others, constantly parasitizing those powerful warriors.

If a soul wants to grow, it can only do so by constantly exploiting others, risking being targeted by the gods.

Or just worship the emperor to the death, hoping this busy old mummy will give him a few more glances.

Secondly, the poor ability to use ranged weapons has become an inescapable passive disadvantage, ultimately forcing the user to resort to ancient methods like javelins to eliminate distant enemies.

Komi acknowledged the power of javelins, but this inefficient method of output was indeed somewhat torturous. When enemies swarmed towards you from all directions, throwing out javelins one by one was simply too foolish, not to mention that javelins were inconvenient to carry.

Unless you turn into a porcupine and grow hard quills from your back.

Komi frowned, then finally turned over and wrapped the blanket around himself.

"Sigh... let's just take it one step at a time... although we don't know if this power is good or bad, it's better than nothing."

No one has too much power, especially when they know they live in a cruel world where wars that burn cities and destroy stars happen at the drop of a hat.

Komi closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He had only one dream: an overwhelming darkness that was clearly perceptible before his eyes, making him doubt whether he was still awake.

The rapid reconstruction of the top power structure in the city made the soldiers stationed on the front lines feel much more at ease. No one wanted to send battle reports to their superiors and receive only long silences and harsh beeping.

The counterattack against the orcs is about to begin, and Komi once again puts on that powerful armor and contacts the red cloak.

After the conversation, Koken had a complete grasp of the situation of the Iron-Eyed Orc tribe, and then General Derek formulated a comprehensive plan based on this information.

On the day the attack began, Komi led the heavy armored regiment to charge toward the orcs' defensive line. Just like in his dream, they held their ground on the high ground that blocked the orcs' retreat route, blocking their attacks time and time again, waiting for the imperial forces from other directions to complete the encirclement.

This time, however, Earl Ryan and Lena were not by Komi's side; only Miyan, Stone, Commissar Tran, and Sister Nancy, who had demoted herself to a redeemer, were present.

The atonement nuns' attire was hard for Komi to ignore. They had removed their power armor and put on black leather garments that bound their bodies, their bare arms and thighs barely visible as strips of cloth covered in scriptures swayed in the breeze.

Their weapons are massive chainsaw swords that require two hands to wield, capable of easily cleaving an orc in two from the head.

A frenzied close-quarters combat where one doesn't dodge bullets, a piece of clothing offering almost no protection, and a heavy heart yearning to atone for one's sins with death.

These three factors combined should have reduced the nuns' chances of survival to 0%, yet these penitent nuns continued to live, slaying so many orcs that the serrations on their chainswords had to be replaced several times.

Komi looked at Sister Nancy, who had hidden her face in a black philosophical cap. She dared not make eye contact with the saint and lowered her head to repent for her previous behavior.

Koji had nothing to say, but simply patted Sister Nancy on the shoulder to comfort her.

Perhaps once the war ends, Sister Nancy will be able to finish her penance and become a fighting nun again.

The orcs grew increasingly desperate under the onslaught of the Imperial army and the harassment of the Red Cloak, and they launched a final attack on the high ground controlled by Komi.

They had even run out of scraps for making guns and bullets, so they charged forward with rough sticks and stones, like a group of Stone Age barbarians who had wandered into the heart of the battlefield of World War I.

The volley of artillery fire tore the orcs apart, and Komi didn't even need to lift a finger; he could simply find a safe place to quietly observe.

With no one above interfering and disrupting the war, eliminating the increasingly divided orcs is not a difficult task.

As for the red cloak that Komi promoted?

Koji had no feelings for him; this brat had to die.