Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

I have no passion or inspiration for writing this book now; I'm just struggling to write it out out of guilt.

Sometimes I'm so anxious I can't sleep, and I think about whether I should just finish writing the outline and wrap it up.

But I also feel that doing that is utterly animalistic.

I'm thinking about whether I should resign and go home in September to rest for a few days and take a break.

Chapter 1196: The Exile of the Machine Soul

Damn it, how could a perfectly good landing turn into an accident?

Sitting in the other half of the drop pod, Tarasin crossed his arms angrily, turned to look at Kane beside him who was screaming in pain, and complained loudly.

"You humans, I really don't know when you'll be able to manage your world properly, instead of treating it as a breeding ground for cockroaches, piling it up and then abandoning it."

"I...I don't understand what you mean," Kane replied in a trembling voice, his face pale.

What's with this space necromancer? We're thousands of meters above the ground, plummeting like bricks.

Instead of trying to solve the problem, you're putting pressure on me.

Seeing the foolish expression on Kane's face, Tarasin sighed and decided that once he landed, he would definitely skin that idiot who dared to fire a psionic spell at him alive.

Just as the airdrop pod was about to hit the ground, Tarasin raised a finger.

"Inertia elimination".

The immense pressure of the fall vanished instantly, and the entire drop capsule felt as light as a visible cloud of air as it floated gently to the ground.

Kane's pupils trembled violently. Even with some understanding of space necromancy technology, he was still amazed by the almost magical effect.

If it were an Imperial force, how would this problem be solved?

Without the psionicists and rocket jump packs on board, we'd probably just be waiting to die.

Tarasin, Kane, Komi.

The three of them crashed in the center of a position. The troops responsible for guarding this place and preventing the enemy from passing through were not the Imperials, but the Tau Empire troops that even Komi found somewhat unfamiliar.

Good heavens! What has Vashtor been doing in the Tau Empire all these years?

Is this still a Tau Empire warrior?

Komi's gaze fell upon a fire warrior clad in combat armor, holding a plasma rifle that glowed red. The weapon's square, neat geometric shape was marred by spikes and blades, making it almost usable as a spiked club.

The armor is wrapped with wire, and these sharp contraptions give the fire warriors a huge advantage in close combat. Even if they are unarmed, they can cut off their opponent's nose with a single punch.

The victim's arm was nailed to the broad shoulder armor, and blood dripped down, staining the entire armor red.

The electronic observation eyes of the machine bee emitted a red light, and when they flickered, Gu Jian could sense the bloodlust and cruelty of the programmed AI inside.

After years of cultivating the Tau Empire, has the Vashtor finally led this young race to become as obsessed as the other races?

Koken was astonished by Vashtor's efficiency; he had thought that the Tau Empire's aether would continue to hinder his actions.

Tarachin clearly didn't recognize the Tau people, but looking at the chaotic-style decorations on the Fire Warrior, Tarachin had no desire to collect them.

Chaos's aesthetic sense is a mess; throwing it into his museum would only disrupt the overall harmony.

"State your names! Drop all weapons! Surrender immediately! We will treat prisoners well!"

A machine bee relayed the orders of the Fire Warrior sergeant.

Facing hundreds of plasma rifles pointed at him, Tarasin simply yawned lazily.

Is this thing a threat to him?

Haha, of course!

But only if these lower creatures can hit him.

"Make way for you lowly creatures. I have more important things to do than to deal with you."

Faced with Tarasin's taunts, the Fire Warrior roared angrily and swung his hand downwards, unleashing a barrage of fire from all the plasma rifles at Tarasin.

“Watch closely, you young species.” Tarasin boasted to Kane and Komi, snapping his fingers lightly, and all the high-temperature plasma clusters in the air were drained of their energy and disappeared.

The heat generated by the absorbed energy was so great that Tarasin didn't even need to adjust the coolant concentration to cool it down. He simply glanced at it briefly and then released the energy onto the fire warrior.

Have you ever seen butter slowly melt in a frying pan?

Such was the fate of those fire warriors; amidst screams, their legs were the first to melt, to satisfy Tarasin's perverse pleasure in the agony.

Tarasin's counterattack greatly surprised the Fire Warrior sergeant, but he was not intimidated. Before this operation, the great Tuvak technicians had provided them with sufficiently advanced weapons to deal with the Mechanicus's black technology.

"Prepare the Machine Soul Exiles!"

Machine Soul Exile?

Koji was taken aback. This was clearly the Imperial Army's name for the EMP device. Why was the Titanium Empire calling it that too? Wasn't this going against the natural order?

However, the next second, Koken realized that he had misunderstood the Machine Soul Exile.

A spherical device covered in spikes was thrown over.

Taracin picked it up and immediately recognized the backwardness and simplicity of its technological principles.

"Oh ho ho, what an interesting toy." Tarasin, in a playful mood, placed the Machine Soul Exile on the tip of his nose. "I bet even if you put your little toys here, they won't have any effect on me, right?"

The fire warriors looked at each other, thinking that this mechanical priest who had fallen from the sky was a truly arrogant idiot.

"Remember your training: do not activate your armor and weapons until the effects of the Machine Soul Exile wear off!"

The captain's reminder echoed in the Fire Warrior's communication channel, and at the same time, the Machine Soul Exile on Tarasin's nose exploded.

Kouken didn't feel any electromagnetic interference; instead, a chilling malice emanated from the depths of the Machine Soul Exile.

The principle by which that thing banishes machine souls relies on the chaotic and dangerous subspace.

The obfuscated code almost solidified into a visible entity, coiling around Tarasin like a venomous snake.

The more arrogant Tarahin was before, the more terrified he is now.

As a soulless, cold machine, Tarachin is almost powerless against psionic attacks.

He watched helplessly as junk code seeped into his mind, turning his database into a complete mess.

Even as the safety system was repairing itself, Tarachin lost control of his body.

Electric sparks, coolant, and high-energy radiation flowed from his body. In extreme pain, Tarasin could only cry out for help to Kane and Koji.

"Quick...please help me..."

"Damn it! I thought you could take them all out!" Kane gritted his teeth and drew his sidearm. A high-explosive round hit the Fire Warrior's helmet precisely, blowing his head off.

Komi also sighed at Tarasin's unreliability, ripped off the heavy door of the airdrop pod and used it as a shield, rushed forward a few steps and shielded the immobile Tarasin in his arms.

The fire warriors' firepower was fierce and precise. After Kane killed several enemies, he was pinned down and couldn't even lift his head.

Komi also felt his temporary shield getting hotter and hotter, as the plasma cluster was heating the solid alloy to the point of melting.

Suppressed by firepower, they were unable to launch an attack.

But Koji's heart stirred slightly as he looked at the ineffective Exile on the ground.

Why didn't I think of making something similar?

Disrupting enemy equipment can also give bored mechs something to do.

I want to write a new book.

I sat in front of the computer for half the day yesterday, trying to come up with a plot for work in the evening, but I just couldn't come up with a single storyline.

I have an outline, but figuring out how to connect the plot points in the outline is really killing me.

There's a kind of beauty in putting an elephant in a refrigerator that only requires three steps, but you shouldn't ask how to take those three steps yet.

Last night it rained, and while I was frantically tearing at the water pump to drain the water like a hyena, I was also thinking about what to do next.

On one hand, I was thinking of skipping this damn class and just running away with my bucket; on the other hand, I was wondering if I should actually start a new book and put this one aside for now.

When I was working overtime and my mind was foggy, the plot of this book was basically written through a struggle.

Looking back now, it seems very difficult to make amends.

I'm thinking of showing you the original outline and then wrapping it up.

Of course, the new book will still be about hammers.

If you think it's feasible, I'll see if I can write a few chapters to wrap things up after my afternoon nap.

Let me tell you something sad.

The editor who signed me before also crashed due to work elbow.

I'm resigning now to recuperate.

Sigh, what has going to work really brought to humanity?

All gone...

Chapter 1197: The Beginning and the End of Everything

As a clumsy Oglin, Komi appears harmless to everyone.

His past as Otto, a favorite of Slaanesh, allowed Komi to amplify this advantage; he could always build good relationships with those willing to communicate, even those who weren't even human. (The succubus is unleashing her power.)

While Komi and Tarasin were busy resolving Tius's debt problems.

They encountered the Tau Empire army armed with Vashtor's evil technology. (That is, what is being written now.)

During their long journey through the warp, these Tau Empire armies witnessed the horrors of the warp and realized that what Aether had told them was a complete lie.

Vashtor, in his capacity as a Tuvak, shared his discoveries and ideologies with these Tau Empire soldiers.

He believed that the warp had become a place of pure evil, and that this was because there were too many species in reality with terrible minds.

It is precisely because their greed continues to expand that the number of demons in the warp is increasing.

Conversely, the dimness and thinness of the soul of the Tau Empire is a powerful testament to their calm and tranquil nature.

The soldiers of the Tau Empire were deceived by Vashtor into believing they were on a path of absolute justice.