Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Feren smacked his lips, then slowly replied, "Of course not. Demons are made of souls, and eating them cannot bring any physiological pleasure. Only demons can devour demons."

"Then what you just did..."

“This is different. This is a part of my flesh and blood that was transformed after being blessed by my loving father.”

"So you ate yourself?"

Ferren nodded, and Antoine, disgusted, didn't know how to answer; he too had cooked his own flesh and blood.

But it was an elegant gesture. The perfectly sized, evenly sliced ​​chops of meat were slowly grilled over charcoal, the fresh blood mingling with the smoky aroma of the charcoal as they entered the mouth, eventually melting on the extremely sensitive tongue of the emperor's son.

Feren's eating habits revealed his inherent disgust, and even though he had to live with them for so long, Antoine could not accept the quality of life of these plague-ridden pigs.

“But he did eat the demon…what does that mean?” Bennett emphasized, indicating that he wasn’t making a malicious joke.

Sharon pondered for a moment, then thought of the enchanted warriors often seen in the Word Bearers, and finally shared his opinion with everyone.

"Is it possible that Markus's body has been possessed by a demon, and his soul has been swallowed by the demon, or squeezed into a small corner?"

“Swallowing him is impossible; if that were the case, we would all be dead by now. How could we continue this meeting here? I’m more inclined to believe that Markus’s soul is being suppressed by a demon.” Antoine used his keen intuition to guide the group’s thinking, and then he continued, “If my guess is correct, there really is a demon inside Markus. Could this demon be the guy who made the deal with Sharon?”

Bennett understood Antoine's implication: "You mean it was this devil who stole your senses in the deal, so he could give you pleasure again?"

Antoine nodded, his fingers gripping the table tightly. He would rather lose his own life than let that bastard who had robbed him of his senses pay a bloody price.

Thankfully, Antoine hadn't immediately decided to kill him. Sharon looked at Bennett and said, "So what do we do? Should we force this demon out of the Markus brothers' bodies?"

“I don’t think it’s necessary…” Feren muttered from the side. “Markus is much more interesting than before. Don’t you think the bridge is much more lively now? We’re good brothers, we’re a big family.”

"Shut up, Faerlun!" Bennett cursed through gritted teeth. He was genuinely baffled by the Death Guards' thought process. "Who's your brother or family? We're a bunch of unlucky bastards cursed together and forced to stay together!"

"No, no, no... Bennett brothers. You're too pessimistic. You should look at things on the bright side. I had a fulfilling and interesting time after meeting you again."

Bennett was disgusted and helpless by Ferren's excessive kindness. He could only turn his face away from the filthy man, cursing under his breath, "Damn swine... damn shithead... one day I'll throw you into the sacred fire of the Church and hear your screams..."

After venting his frustration and anger, Bennett lowered his voice and said, "We have to pretend we know nothing until we reach Broken Steel Castle before we consider expelling the demon from Markus's body. I've heard that the master there is very skilled at forging demons into weapons. If we have the chance, we can have the master of Steel Castle forge the demon into Markus's armor."

"What are you talking about?" Komi's question came from behind, startling Bennett so much that he slid off his chair.

At this moment, he began to thank Antoine for his perversion. This son of the emperor would scurry over to Komi as soon as he saw him, attracting all of Komi's attention, like a loyal little dog waiting for Komi's favor.

Snapped!

He slapped him across the face and told Antoine to get out of the way and not to stand in front of him and annoy him.

Antoine squatted down to the side with a chuckle, closed his eyes, and savored the burning pain on his face.

"Ahem...we're talking...talking..." Sharon was speechless for a moment, frantically trying to find an interesting topic on the bridge to talk to Komi.

His gaze swept across the huge space observation window and immediately spotted a palace floating deep within the chaotic sea of ​​souls.

“We’re talking about what’ll be in that palace.”

Sharon was proud of his quick thinking, and Komi looked over in the direction he was pointing.

The palace had no walls for protection; instead, it was filled with large doors adorned with sheer gauze. The fragrant and decadent atmosphere inside seemed to conjure up alluring little hands, luring passersby inside.

The spire was pierced by the bodies of many beautiful creatures, who groaned and fell as it slid down the narrow spire, until their bodies were completely dismembered. Blood and flesh splattered on the red bricks of the roof and dripped down the edges, like a drizzle soaking an elegant pavilion.

No matter how you look at it, this thing is inextricably linked to Slaanesh. Fortunately, the group's ships were so dilapidated that they were not targeted by the succubi in the palace.

Just then, an idea slowly rose in Komi's mind, repeating itself five times before disappearing.

This left Komi unsure whether the idea was a hint from some deity or a sudden fantasy born out of sheer boredom.

Seeing Komi staring blankly at the palace, Sharon chuckled and said, "Antoine said he's seen many succubi, including some pretty ones with multiple pairs of breasts."

“Oh…” Komi responded subconsciously, then tentatively asked Sharon and the others if they could sail over and take a look.

"Uh...why?"

"Because I'm bored," Komi replied, but her mind was elsewhere.

Chapter 114: Bennett and his four crazy teammates

Komi remembered Sharon saying that this warship was like a cable car suspended in the air, and could only sail along the existing route.

Moreover, the warship lost its power source during the attack by the Void Whale, so it couldn't change course no matter what.

The warship itself had problems, so it was inevitable that it wouldn't be able to enter the palace.

But if something were to compel him to enter the palace, he would create all sorts of coincidences for the warships to sail there.

Komi wanted to use this method to test whether any mysterious forces were involved in the sudden thoughts that arose in his mind.

Sharon was quite helpless in the face of Komi's answer, so he had to explain to him once again the old saying that once the Blind Faith-class Raider lost its power source, it could not adjust its direction and could only hang on an invisible rope and slowly glide towards its destination.

Komi pretended to sigh with regret at not being able to go over and have some fun, then whistled and pulled on the chain in his hand, "Dog, let's go."

If anything unexpected happens next, Komi will suspect that the Fifth God, who has never shown himself, wants to take advantage of him.

The dog resisted Komi's pull, turned his head to look at the somewhat nervous Bennett, and then used his skull to forcefully pull out a nasty expression that said, "You're going to be in trouble."

“Master, there are other ways for this ship to change course.”

Gu Jian was startled.

They stopped walking.

I looked at the dog, waiting for his further explanation.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Gouzi said somewhat smugly, "We can use the recoil generated when the ship's cannons fire to change direction."

“We don’t have the manpower to load the shells,” Bennett objected.

The dog retorted sharply, "Those ghosts will do their job; we just need to give the order."

"But we've never used the macro gun before. What if the pressure relief system fails and the recoil from the macro gun's firing causes the warship's structure to disintegrate?"

This really stumped the dog. As he was thinking about how to avoid such an accident, Feren answered, "The pressure relief system of the macro cannon is working normally. We only damaged the power source. The weapon system is perfectly fine."

Bennett was so angry he wanted to kill Feren, and Komi confirmed his earlier judgment when he heard that the macro cannon had fired without any problems.

Following Feren's explanation, he asked the dog how to activate the macro cannon on the ship with only ghost crew members.

"Just shout into this loudspeaker. I used to work on the lower decks of human empire ships, so I know the situation inside the gun emplacements like the back of my hand. Even though they are undead, I don't think the situation will be too different."

"And then what happened?" asked Elaine, who was standing next to Komi.

Dog was silent for a while, clearly not wanting to answer Elaine's question, but for Komi's sake, he lowered his voice and said, "Later we were discovered, and the Navy's riot squad used shotguns to kill the host I was possessing and his entire family."

Sharon rushed to Komi's side in a final struggle, "Brother Marcus, even if we can temporarily change direction, we can't stop the ship. We might just crash into it."

"Wouldn't it be better to crash into it? That palace doesn't look very sturdy. I have full confidence in the strength of our bow." Komi answered matter-of-factly, wanting to see how much protection the Fifth God would bestow to complete an unknown mission.

To Sharon's astonishment, Komi added meaningfully, "And I believe the dark gods will bless this kind of amusing recklessness."

My mental state is so unstable...

Bennett didn't know how to comment on Komi.

In his eyes, this madness was no different from suicide. He looked at Sharon, hoping that this Word Bearer could bravely stop Komi's actions.

However, Sharon disappointed him once again, or rather, Sharon never brought him any comfort.

“The dark gods will bless reckless actions…” Sharon repeated Komi’s words, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, until finally he shouted excitedly, “Yes, the dark gods love this! How reckless and novel it is to push a warship toward a palace! They will laugh with delight at such a thing!”

"What? Sharon! What nonsense are you spouting! Faren, Antoine! You two, come with me and stop these two lunatics whose brains have been fried by chaos!"

To be honest, Komi also wanted to ask Sharon whether he was mentally sound, just like Bennett did.

Instead of responding to Bennett's call, Ferren and Antoine, who were standing by, applauded Fumi's decision, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.

Ferren even forgot about the cat on his lap and stood up, clapping and cheering, "This is so much fun! We've managed to strike a blow against the forces of the god of lust. The benevolent father will be proud of our sacrifice."

Antoine, the only son of the emperor who was involved with Slaanesh, also agreed with Faerûn's statement. He had no loyalty to Slaanesh; he was only loyal to his own desires and the thrill of the experience.

"I've never tried ramming a warship into a demon's palace before!"

The warship's rarely used cannons fired under Bennett's desperate gaze, the powerful impact sending shockwaves through the entire ship and making the ground beneath their feet tremble.

The impact also changed the direction of the entire warship, causing it to sail towards the distant palace.

......

For Slaanesh the Skin-Tearer, this is a beautiful day.

The scenery of the warp remains as alluring as ever. Her palace is in a very good location, far from the borders of the realm of the gods, making it difficult for the flames of war to reach her.

Moreover, she was quite far from that dazzling golden throne, and she could even bury her head in the blankets and mutter curses at the emperor without worrying about the cursed legion causing trouble.

To control such a palace, one naturally needs a lot of flattery; every Slaanesh keeper goes to great lengths to win Slaanesh's favor.

Even the Skin-Tearer Shaja was no exception; she owed her possession of this palace to a surprise attack.

She managed to sacrifice half the human souls of Hive City, using them to make a deal with one of Tzeentch's shapeshifting lords, and ultimately learned the location of an Eldar colony.

She led her demon army in a surprise attack on that world, draining the blood of the spirit race and seizing the soul stones they had painstakingly collected.

Unfortunately, the remaining Eldar escaped on the Ark, preventing Shaka's surprise attack from having a perfect ending.

The plundered Soulstone was offered to Lord Slaanesh, who praised the taste of chewing the Soulstone. In a good mood, he bestowed the palace upon Shaka and also gifted her a large number of demon servants.

Relying on her newly acquired power and military strength, Shaka set her sights on the ever-changing Demon Lord with whom she had made a deal. A small temptation and betrayal led the ever-changing Demon Lord into the siege of the Gray Knights.

Shaka was able to reclaim what he had paid six times over amidst the Demon Lord's unwilling roar.

"Ah...what an idiot." Shaka lay lazily on the bed, mocking the Demon Lord's foolishness. Then, her alluring eyes, which could draw out strands of silk, looked at a cage hanging from a luxurious chandelier.

Chapter 115: The Daily Life of Slaanesh

The cages were made from the soft ribs of Eldar children, who had been captured alive in previous raids.

In the long period before their physical bodies died and their souls were transferred to the Soul Stone, they experienced the succubus's unparalleled and exquisite torture techniques.

The Eldar's more advanced nervous system, compared to that of humans, became a hindrance. They screamed in agony, focusing all their pain on the few ribs that had been pulled out, making those ribs much stronger than the finest steel.

In this prison, where the smell of pain permeates every moment, lies a foolish prophet, audacious yet powerless, who, wanting to gamble on his luck, brings the last artifact of the Ark to this palace in an attempt to save his people.

However, most of her people's soul stones had been offered to Slaanesh by Shaka, and what remained in Shaka's hands were only flawed soul stones, whose souls were not vivid or interesting enough.

Shaka stretched, unfurling her serpentine body coiled on the bed, raising herself to the level of the chandelier. She gazed at the Eldar prophet in the prison, letting out a chuckle of delighted mockery.

"Oh, darling. Don't be so serious. You have such a pretty face, you should smile more."