Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

The judge roared at Tarachin.

Even Orikan advised Tarachin to remain calm and watch the execution first.

How could Tarasim tolerate this? Every second he wasted here meant the bandits of the Unified Hand would steal more of his things.

It was at this time that Fugen's clone boarded the Unifying Hand's pirate ship. Incidentally, the large bell that had been shaken thirteen times and thrown into the net by Tarasin was also targeted by Sharon, who decided to train it into a holy relic for the savior.

Driven to desperation, Tarasin used an ancient Eldar artifact to forcibly tear apart the Time Court in order to salvage his collection.

The judges all crashed in the time-space turbulence, while Petrasos managed to escape, but unfortunately, Komi still had to die.

Lying in Petrasos's arms, Komi, enduring the pain of his body disintegrating, comforted her.

Petrazos broke down in tears, his electronic eyes shedding digitized tears.

When Komi died, she felt her soul disappear with her.

Petrasos was left with only the ashes of the rammed earth in his hands. He wandered around like a lost soul and unknowingly came to the snack stall where he had eaten with Komi.

(This next part is worth writing carefully. After all, when a person starts writing, their back and legs stop aching, and their thoughts flow like a spring, like a hyena descending to earth and tearing at the literary prize.)

The planet Rivende, an imperial world where a light drizzle always falls.

The technology here is not advanced. The waste gas and wastewater emitted by the giant factories of the Mechanic Church have not yet destroyed the natural environment of the entire world, and the population is not so dense that it has completely drained the soil of nutrients.

In the Ghoul Sector, a desolate place on the edge of the starlight, it is a blessing that such a peaceful and tranquil world exists.

Although the world was threatened by the Chaos Cult not long ago, the heroes, who had prior knowledge of the situation, took action to eliminate it before the cult could carry out its plans.

Today, in the city's central square, the heroes' sculptures gaze gently towards the rising sun in the rain, praying that the world can peacefully welcome the next day.

In the dead of night, raindrops gently caressed the earth, stirring up a lullaby.

People who had been busy all day had already gone to sleep, and only a few shops on the streets and alleys were still open.

The hardworking shop owner is tidying up the kitchen and preparing ingredients for the next day.

The curtain was flung open, and a red figure slipped inside.

Hearing the doorbell ring, the owner looked up and saw a regular customer, his face beaming with a warm smile.

"Oh my! Isn't this Brother Petra? It's been a long time! Same as always, right? I'll get your things ready right away."

The owner put on an apron, lit the fire, and began to enthusiastically prepare his specialty snack—stir-fried coccidioides.

Petrasos sat blankly in the chair, not hearing a word her boss said. Like a wounded beast, she followed her instincts and staggered back to what she considered a safe place.

Her silence was taken by the boss as tacit agreement, after all, she had always been this aloof.

Before long, two plates of stir-fried coccidioides were brought to Petrasos.

As he watched these round, jewel-like insects steaming, Petrathos's cold mechanical heart stirred slightly.

She picked up the fork, not for her servant, but herself, and speared a fried worm, slowly putting it into her mouth to chew.

She was already very skilled at this simple action, or rather, for a highly skilled necromancer, what was truly difficult?

But she listened to Da Hang's words and made a promise under his pure, unmalicious gaze.

She will abandon her extraordinary physical form and use a simple bionic body to gradually experience the beauty of life.

At first, it was extremely difficult for her to adapt to this empty body, and she made quite a few jokes, but now she has completely adapted.

As he chewed, the system immediately analyzed the composition of the food in his mouth and converted it into data that blossomed in Petrasos's mind.

Crispy texture and caramelized flavor.

This is the only thing Petras could taste; it's incredibly simple.

If she were in her original Hierophant body, she could even taste the rich flavors of the food in her mouth under the superimposed state of time and space.

The birth, growth, death, and decay of the insects were all sent into her mind in a single second.

But now she can only taste saltiness.

It seems that nothing has changed, just like 60 million years ago, before she had undergone biological transformation, when her parents took her to the countryside courtyard to experience the beauty of nature.

There was also a plate of stir-fried round insects at the dinner party that night.

After tasting it, the flavor was still simply salty.

After chewing for a long time, I couldn't swallow it; the saltiness gradually faded, and the bitterness gradually intensified.

The boss looked at the soaking wet Petrathos, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel hanging on his shoulder, stared at the door for a long time, but did not see the burly man who had been by Petrathos's side.

He asked, "Hey, where's that guy who looks a bit simple-minded? Why didn't I see him come with you today? Aren't you two inseparable?"

Petrasus shuddered, and the fork in his hand froze in mid-air.

"I'm hungry, let's go to our usual place to eat."

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is food! I just can't do anything with you. Alright, I'm going to take Da Hang to eat something. You guys stay here by yourselves."

"Wuhu! I ate so well..."

"You eat so rudely, you've embarrassed me completely. I won't bring you along next time."

"But it's so satisfying to eat like this! Why don't you try it? Your little bites are nothing compared to the gusto I get from tearing things apart like a hunting dog."

"Tearing like a hunting dog?"

"Give it a try, how does it feel?"

"Hmm...it feels pretty good."

"Haha! We'll come again next time! Boss, next time you see us, bring us two plates of stir-fried coccidia first, I love them."

"Sigh...you are exactly like my pet."

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"I'm hungry..."

"Yes, I've already booked a place. Once things are settled here, I'll take you to eat your favorite stir-fried coccidioides."

"Peipei, I feel like I can't go on. I won't make it to that point. I'm going to see my mother soon."

"..."

"They say you're terrible, but I know you're a good person because you eat like me. People who eat like that can't be too bad at heart."

"..."

"The second boss said that after I'm finished, I'll go to Emperor's place to find the big boss. I've missed him quite a bit since we haven't seen each other for so long."

"..."

"Peipei, you're too thin. You can eat more than me sometimes, but you're still so thin. It must be because you're overthinking things. My mom says smart people always get hungry quickly."

"..."

"From now on, I need to eat more, sleep more, and avoid staying up late..."

"..."

"Oh, right, Peipei, I'm sorry...actually, I don't like those stir-fried coccidioides..."

"..."

Large tears streamed down Petrasos's face, melting her bionic skin and burning through the owner's wooden dining table.

When the boss saw Petrathos's expression, he knew something was wrong. He was too tongue-tied to say anything comforting and awkwardly tried to take away the extra plate of fried cicadas, but Petrathos grabbed the plate first and shoved it all into his mouth.

The boss remembered that when the burly man was still around, Petrathos and the burly man would compete to see who could eat faster, and Petrathos would always lose to the burly man. Now she finally won.

But that doesn't seem to make any sense anymore.

Petrathos tossed the gleaming throne coin into the empty plate, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and walked away without looking back.

Before lifting the curtain and going out, Petrathos said something in a hoarse voice.

"The stir-fried cicadas today are a bit too salty."

Petrasus returned to his tomb via a dimensional rift.

Everything was wiped out by the people of the Orikan and the Royal Court. Without Petrasus's command of the Skinners, there was nothing for them to fear except their ability to infect.

She smelled a strong stench, which must be Vargur, the fellow skinner emperor, taking advantage of her misfortune.

Inside the tomb, only two warriors remained, quietly waiting for her.

The one on the left is her father, and the one on the right is her mother.

The only reason they were kept was that the court wanted to deliberately humiliate her.

The judges now prefer to bring Tarasin, who blew up the courtroom, to justice rather than execute Petrasos.

Petrasos was momentarily dazed as he looked at his parents.

Without my own drawings, even I wouldn't be able to tell who's who.

They have the same face and the same body shape.

I'm pretty much the same as them, aren't I?

Looking down, I saw my reflection in the smooth black stone.

Sure enough... apart from having some precious metal and gemstone embellishments, we are exactly the same.

Sitting on his throne, Petrasus was lost in confusion.

She's a walking corpse now, having lost everything she could lose, and she doesn't know what else she can lose.

Revenge... Now, with only two samurai by her side, she no longer has the ability to seek revenge.

She lowered her head, letting her tears fall to the ground.

After a long while, an ancient sigh drifted over.

"You're very unwilling, aren't you?"

"..."

"You want revenge, don't you?"

"..."

"I can help you."