Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

"Damn charlatan..." Antoine gritted his teeth and turned his head away, ignoring Sharon's somewhat sarcastic remarks.

The illusion dancers bowed to these uninvited guests, then recounted in a cheerful tone that they must suffer the cruelest torture to atone for their crime of destroying the palace.

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Jian impatiently threw his spear at him.

The illusion dancer made no attempt to dodge; the spear pierced through his body and landed among the succubi behind him.

A fake body?

Komi raised an eyebrow and tentatively fired another shot, but the succubi were the ones who were nailed to the ground again.

The operatic-like announcement finally ceased, and the illusion dancers, leading the succubi, charged towards Komi and his companions.

The illusionary dancer's weapons are his feet and thighs, and each slash and thrust can dismember any enemy who opposes him.

Antoine, feeling the urge to fight, immediately took up his longsword and engaged in fierce combat with the illusion dancer.

The two agile and deadly creatures stirred up countless ripples in the pool beneath them.

After the longsword and the fast legs clashed several times, Komi, who was providing cover from the side, noticed something unusual. The illusion dancer's legs showed some signs of being illusory, and Antoine's longsword would often be deflected only after penetrating them by a few millimeters.

In the blink of an eye, Antoine and the illusion dancer had exchanged dozens of blows, neither of them able to truly harm the other. Komi had a vague feeling that Antoine would suffer a loss at the dancer's hands in the next second.

A swift kick aimed at Antoine's chest, but Antoine raised his longsword to block it, waiting for the dancer's thigh to spring open before drawing his sword to counterattack.

The power was stored in his arms in advance, ready to be unleashed, just waiting for a precious opportunity to arrive.

Clang!

The impact caused Antoine's hands to tremble slightly, and when he tried to exert force, he was forcefully pushed back by a second impact.

How can this be?

Antoine was shocked and looked at the illusion dancer's other leg. In such a short time, the dancer didn't have time to spin and flip over to launch a fierce attack with the other leg.

So he used one leg to launch two rapid attacks in succession?

how can that be!

Antoine's gaze grew serious, because the second blow that stopped his counterattack was clearly much heavier than the first, and could not have been accomplished by simply shaking his legs twice.

What exactly did this demon do? What else is there that I haven't noticed?

Antoine desperately searched for his weaknesses, but was forced into a defensive posture under the onslaught of the Illusion Dancer's relentless attacks. As he retreated, the Illusion Dancer's movements became faster and faster, even creating afterimages.

Clang clang clang clang!

His legs slashed at Antoine relentlessly like a windmill, each attack causing the longsword in his hand to tremble violently. His parries became increasingly difficult and strenuous, and then he was sent flying high into the air amidst a look of resentment and confusion.

The crowd could not stand by and watch Antoine die at the hands of a demon, so they rushed to his aid.

Faren turned his gun around, allowing the succubi, who had been held back by the hail of bullets, to rush in front of him in an instant, attacking his armor with daggers and claws. However, they had to conquer the foul-smelling solidified shell before they could harm Faren's flesh.

Sharon prayed quickly, infusing Antoine's body with evil power, allowing him to unleash astonishing strength at the cost of enduring physical fatigue for some time afterward.

Antoine narrowly dodged the dancer's slash, but a deep, bone-revealing wound was ripped into his chest armor.

Feren's explosive bomb arrived just in time, but it passed through the dancer's illusory body without having any effect.

The chainsaw axe hummed behind him as Antoine displayed his agility befitting the emperor's son, leaning back to give Komi's chainsaw axe room to advance.

The saw blade was firmly stuck in the dancer's thigh, and the machine spirit of the chainsaw axe was struggling against the demonic power on the leg, its ancient structure spewing out laborious smoke and sparks.

"You can't save him, and you can't save yourselves either." The dancer stared at Komi and unleashed a proclamation of destruction, to which Komi coldly replied with his fist.

"Killing you all would be the same as saving myself."

Just like Komi's previous discovery, the fist also penetrated the body several millimeters before encountering the resistance.

This sudden punch was not enough to subdue the dancer. He swung away Komi's chainsaw axe and leaped high into the air, landing with both feet together as he plummeted down towards Komi's head.

Having only launched two attacks, Koji dared not confront the succubus head-on, so he swung his chainsaw axe and slashed at her.

Sparks landed on the helmet's visor, through which Komi saw the dancer's cold smile. His legs were only partially blocked by Komi's chainsaw axe, and he immediately crouched down, allowing the other sharp leg to pierce Komi's shoulder.

His thighs were shiny with oil, clearly coated with a deadly poison, causing Komi's wounds to break down and the Space Marine's self-repairing ability to be destroyed by the poison.

However, for a world devourer, bloodshed is only the beginning of the battle. Although Koken's soul is not loyal to the Blood God on the throne, his body has long been under the Blood God's watchful eye.

Blood flowed within the armor, soaking the skin and black shell, congealing into a new shield to prevent further damage from the dancer's long legs.

The dancer noticed this and urged the toxins, which only needed a single drop to wipe out an entire town, to flow into Komi's body.

Fainting, numbness, cold, pain, nausea.

All these feelings fueled Komi's fury to retaliate. He roared and grabbed the long leg that was piercing his shoulder with all his might, trying to crush it.

What is an attack?

This is a very broad concept, encompassing verbal abuse, psychological suppression, and physical abuse.

The force applied by his fingers grew stronger and stronger, eventually making the dancer uneasy. He was gambling that his poison would break down Komi's body first.

The longer the grip, the more the pressure on the dancer's legs caused Komi's movement to slowly approach the fifth attack.

The sound of the ceramic cracking made the dancer's heart stop. Even the chainsaw axe was not enough to break it. Five conspicuous and unsightly pits and cracks appeared on the long, slender legs that had received endless favor and praise from Shahja.

The destruction was spreading, and the dancers began to retreat under Komi's intense killing intent.

Chapter 118: Oh, I think Marcus likes me.

"what!"

The dancer screamed as his thigh was completely crushed by Koji. He managed to escape at the last moment and swam in the pool.

Grasping the severed thigh, he pulled out the remaining piece that had pierced his shoulder, the copious amount of blood causing half of Komi's armor to steam.

The toxins made Komi feel dizzy, and his blood was working hard to expel these effects. There was a battle to be won both inside and outside his body.

"Thank you, Master Markus." Antoine stood beside Komi, setting aside his fear of killing at the sight of blood, and expressed his gratitude.

Antoine looked at the horrific wound on Komi's shoulder, his heart aching at the sight of the flesh stained a dark purple by the poison. He whispered to Komi, "Master, you've been poisoned, but I can handle it. If you're willing, I can..."

As he spoke, he stuck out his scarlet tongue. Koji simply turned his head and glared at him, which made Antoine retract his little scheme.

“I didn’t hurt that thing,” Komi said. Only then did Antoine realize that the dancer who had emerged from the pool had returned to normal, and the broken leg was as perfect as if it had never been used.

"Rebirth?"

"It's an illusion."

"I cannot find his physical form."

"I can't find it either."

"Then what do we do?"

"Fight!" Komi answered firmly. "We'll never find out their weaknesses if we don't fight."

Antoine admired Komi's enthusiasm and followed his master's lead, charging towards the illusion dancer.

One is the main attacker, and the other is the support.

The two dancers' perfect coordination made it difficult for the illusion dancer to deliver a fatal blow, forcing her to rely on the back-and-forth rotation of her legs to defend herself.

Komi always manages to shatter the dancer's long legs with a single powerful strike, creating an opportunity for Antoine to stab the dancer in the chest.

However, no matter how much they injured the dancer, he could always recover in the blink of an eye, silently mocking the two for wasting their energy on an illusion.

Such a battle was meaningless. Antoine grew increasingly impatient and angry as the fight progressed, even allowing the dancer to find an opening that forced Komi to intervene and rescue him.

After several rounds of fruitless exchanges, Komi couldn't find the dancer's true location at all. Looking at his androgynous face with long horns, Komi thought that it would be great if he were on the bridge.

One powerful shot from the macro cannon, and whether it's the real body or the fake body, they'll all go to hell with the bathtub.

"Can't we get in touch with Bennett?"

“I can’t contact my master. He’s probably been drained dry by Hela.” Antoine told a lewd joke and pulled out his rarely used sidearm.

He wielded a long sword in one hand and a short spear in the other.

Putting aside his terrifying face and the human skin and limbs covering his body, Antoine certainly possessed a chivalrous and dashing air.

Looking at Antoine's explosive pistol, Komi seemed to be deep in thought, and directly reached out to ask him for it.

Antoine didn't hesitate and tossed it into Komi's hands with a smile.

Raising his pistol and aiming at the dancer who was approaching with light steps, Komi achieved a perfect alignment of three points, which would make anyone observing from his position have to say something.

This shot is sure to hit; if it misses, I'll drink all this water right now!

However, Komi knew very well that he had an amazing record of never missing a single shot while wielding a cool orc machine gun.

This shot definitely won't hit the illusion, so where will the bullet hit?

While pondering, he pulled the trigger, and a high-explosive bullet whizzed through the barrel, deviating from its intended trajectory the instant it left the muzzle.

Snapped!

The sound of the bomb exploding was still quite clear; it's unclear what it hit.

Antoine made no comment on Komi's shooting skills, but felt sorry that his magazine was missing a precision-engineered explosive round.

However, the next second, under Antoine's questioning gaze, the dancer bent over in pain, her figure becoming ethereal and elusive.

Gu Jian's eyes lit up.

Could it be that this shot was a genuine misfire?

He fired several more shots; some landed beneath the dancers, creating splashes of water, while others disappeared without a trace.

Half of the magazine was emptied, and the dancer's body lost all color, turning as black as the shadow under the light.

In a direction unexpected by Antoine and Komi, a dancer with two gunshot wounds to the chest floated to the surface of the pool, coughing up blood and stammering as he questioned Komi, "How...how did you find me? This is a gift from Lord Slaanesh...This is simply...impossible..."

Komi stomped on the dancer's head, crushing it, before casually replying with a smirk, "Because the Blood God hates cowards like you who cower in fear."

"Oh my God..." Antoine was completely captivated by Komi's every move. He boldly wrapped his arms around Komi's waist from behind and gazed at Komi's scarlet, patched helmet with his bloodshot eyes.

The lustful look in Antoine's eyes disgusted Koji. He instinctively threw Antoine into the pool with an over-the-shoulder throw and emptied the remaining ammunition from his explosive pistol.

The bombs exploded beside Antoine, but none of them harmed him. This terrible debuff, which was beyond Komi's control, gave Antoine a strange feeling.

Marcus didn't hate me that much; he was just tough on the outside but very gentle on the inside!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape the bombs.