Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

The spear struck Shaka, causing her to wince in pain. The power bestowed by the Blood God made her want to curse aloud. This damned God Qi always left an unnecessary crack in the door for the weak to defeat the strong.

The strong are meant to ruthlessly crush the weak! Why should we give them the ridiculous hope of defeating the strong?

Turning her head, she saw that Koken had become extremely terrifying. His tattered chainsaw axe carried a mysterious power that she could not fathom, and if used properly, it could even threaten her life.

The round shield that had withstood the barrage of rockets was removed; it was completely unscathed and shone brightly in the light, mocking Koken.

Komi tried his best to control it, but ultimately could not resist the power that could be called the law. He slashed the chainsaw axe at the curved surface of the round shield.

This round shield had been with Shaka for a long time, and even the arduous battles when hunting down the Great Demon Khorne and betraying the Great Demon Tzeentch were not enough to leave it with any flaws.

Now, it has to say goodbye to Sharjah.

The chainsaw axe struck the round shield, and the strange feeling of being torn apart horrified Shaka. She even shed tears at that moment as the round shield split in two.

Bennett admired Komi's strength and knew that giving him the life-saving combat potion was the best choice.

However, Komi was not happy. This missed attack only meant that he would once again be stuck in the awkward situation of giving Shaka a scraping treatment, and his seriously injured teammates could no longer create more opportunities for him to complete the first four attacks.

Time seemed to slow down as Komi and Shaka's gazes pierced through the cracks in the round shield.

Shaja's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but also with a sense of panic.

As Koken said.

When these demons realize they can be killed, they become far more cowardly than mortals.

Human courage is built on the greatness of standing up even knowing death is inevitable, while demonic courage is built on the cynicism of knowing rebirth but abusing that ability.

The difference in mentality has already subtly determined the outcome.

At that moment, instead of attacking Komi, Shaka cowardly retreated to the side, her body transforming into a pink cloud that swept towards every corner of the palace.

Sweet and delicious.

Komi forgot his physical pain and mental exhaustion, and felt as if he had returned to his enchanting hometown.

Beneath the ancient, lush tree stood a strong man—Marcus's father.

Lord of the Red Sands - Angron.

(I'm about to send out five chapters a day...)

Chapter 121: Separating Body and Mind

The World Eater Chapter followed their father, and even after he declared his enmity with the Emperor, many of his sons stood firmly on Angron's side.

Unwavering loyalty did not earn Angron's praise or affection, but only more brutal treatment.

The World Eaters, loyal to the Empire, had long since perished in the chaos of that brotherly conflict, leaving behind nothing but a pack of bloodthirsty wolves living a life of utter debauchery, clinging to the Legion's past glory and replicas of the Butcher's Nails.

Angron became a slave to Khorne, killing in His name amidst the endless torment of the nails.

The World Eater became enslaved by Angron, struggling in the chaos while yearning for his father's approval.

The smile on Angron's face was perhaps only seen by his gladiator brothers and sisters in Nukelia. After joining the Empire of Men, people could only see the solemnity of enduring pain, the dissatisfaction with the Emperor, and the anger of a mental breakdown on Angron's face.

“Come here, my child.”

Angron gently beckoned Marcus to come toward him, and Marcus obediently did so, his usually firm steps feeling as light as if he were walking on cotton.

“Father?” Marcus asked, “Is it really… really you?”

“It’s me, my child,” Angron replied, reaching up the tree with his large hand and picking a sweet, crisp fruit, which he tossed into Marcus’s arms.

Marcus stared blankly at Angron, neither dropping the fruit nor removing his helmet to eat it immediately.

“I…it doesn’t seem to be like that.” Marcus’s voice was somewhat confused. “I remember we were fighting…we lost…and then we were fleeing in a sorry state…how did you break free of His restraints?”

“He?” Angron raised an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled by the word “god” in Markus’s words. He pointed to a giant mechanical ring slowly orbiting the planet in the sky and said, “The Great Crusade has been won. Everything that the aliens and the separated humans believed in has been smashed and thrown into the ashes of the old era. Now is an age of reason, an age full of light and infinite ideals.”

Marcus remained unmoved. Angron left the tree and walked towards him. "It seems that the last battle has made you forget many things, but I will remind you of those glorious moments."

With his arm around Markars's shoulder, Angron called over the brothers who had fought alongside Markars in a relaxed tone.

It includes Markus's company commander, Markus's fellow countrymen, and the new recruits Markus trained...

With the same friendly smiles as Angron, they approached Markas amidst casual conversation.

Marcus couldn't help but shed tears, choking out the names of his brother and father.

Angron's grip on Markus's shoulder tightened, and the smiles on the faces of his brothers took on a colder, more triumphant air.

Before they could even make a move, Marcus punched Angron in the chin, then, under the horrified gazes of his brothers, straddled Angron and began to relentlessly strike his head.

Each punch caused the earth to tremble and the sky to wail.

Angron, his teeth broken and blood gushing from his mouth, reached out to stop Markus, attempting to use their father-son bond to question him about his atrocities.

Upon hearing Angron's voice, Marcus's face contorted with rage, and he roared, "This trick only works once! It won't work a second time!"

"What?" Anglong was shocked. The flesh that had been torn by the fist was no longer oozing bright red blood, but rather a purplish-pink liquid that emitted an enticing aroma.

Six petal-like eyes bloomed on Angron's battered face. Shaja couldn't understand how Markas could so easily see through the perfect illusion she had created to exploit Markas's weaknesses.

No... what's even more terrifying is... when Marcus was engrossed in it, she didn't even see the slightest hint of murderous intent in him.

Marcus's body was indeed immersed in the illusion woven by Shaka, but the soul within belonged to Komi!

It's like seeing a few outrageous pictures posted by friends in a group chat, and the moment you see them, your brain can't help but wonder: Is there really such a thing as a fantasy?

I felt a little disgusted, but my second brother gave a clear signal that this heaven-defying X-shaped diagram could be used to accumulate good karma.

Koken was like that; he did not deliberately suppress this body's longing for Angron and the victory of the Great Expedition, and only made the preemptive decision to strike after confirming that Angron was Shaka himself.

Angron's false form, along with the world, collapsed under Komi's fists. Shaka screamed and struggled under the relentless blows, her six arms reaching out to grab Komi in an attempt to tear him off her body.

However, having finally seized the opportunity to thoroughly beat this great demon, how could Komi let it go so easily?

He pushed his fist to its maximum speed and then delivered his fifth punch to the six arms that Shaka was attacking.

A peeler?

Smash it!

A meat grinder?

Smash it!

A long, piercing needle?

Smash it all!

The dazzling fragments of weapons landed all over Shaka, and then, like raisins or other things sprinkled on fermented dough, they were crushed into it by Komi's fist.

Spitting out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, Shaka, in her despair on the verge of death, released the last treasure she had kept to save her life.

An ancient coin, only the size of an average person's eyeball, is so simple that, judging from its patterns, it is impossible to determine which civilization it belongs to.

The appearance of the coin immediately captured Komi's attention, and this moment of distraction allowed Shaka to fight for his life.

The demonic power gathered once more, and a shriek converged at her throat, aiming at Komi, who was straddling her.

"Die!" The sinister gaze roared out this declaration. Koji was startled. The only thing he could do for a moment was to stuff his fist into Shaka's mouth, trying to interrupt her scream.

what! ! ! !

The hellish scream roared out, completely shattering the arm that Komi had stuffed into Shaka's mouth. Komi flew out and saw that the teetering illusion also collapsed completely amidst the scream.

Everything returned to normal. Komi could see his comrades in the palace hall. They did not have Komi's insight and special abilities, so they were trapped in that beautiful illusion.

At this final moment, Komi can see the images of those dreams leaving their minds, and thus glimpse what kind of ending they truly desire.

Antoine knelt before a group of emperor's sons whose faces he could not see. He opened his arms and raised his head like a martyr, and the next second he began to silently endure the cruel treatment of the emperor's sons.

Antoine is a victim...

Upon learning this, Komi felt a chill run down her spine, and she didn't even bother to calm the lingering screams in her body.

Chapter 122: The Illusions and Dreams of the Masses

Bennett, on the other hand, stayed with Hela, strolling and talking in an empty Foundry Sanctuary, and finally became eternal partners in the presence of the Night Lord Primarch Coz.

It was both an unexpected and inevitable scene. Komi looked at Feren again.

The scene that this plague warrior, hanging from a barbecue grill, longed for was remarkably peaceful and simple, of course, from the perspective of the plague. To an ordinary person, it would certainly seem incredibly crazy.

Ferren sat on the beach, his rotten cat purring beside him. He leisurely watched the green sunset sink below the horizon, marveling at the magnificent view from the tombstones beside him, each inscribed with a name.

If Faerûn's pursuit is the most likely to be realized, then Sharon's vision is exceptionally ambitious.

He resides atop the most powerful Chaos battleship, and countless warbands consider it an honor to be under his command. The fleet, spreading the voice of the gods' destruction, heads toward Cardia, intending to utterly destroy this gateway that blocks the invasion of Chaos.

Amidst the deaths of countless Imperials, Sharon stood atop Abaddon, laughing maniacally...

Why is this guy only drinking and not eating anything? He's so delirious, it's unbelievable that he'd think like that.

Koji curled his lip at Sharon's unrealistic ambitions, and finally turned his gaze to Elaine, who had an ordinary-looking figure.

When Komi saw the afterimage of Elaine, he had only one thought.

Tsk...that's weird.

Elaine lay on the metal plate, unable to sleep, holding an Emperor and a Komi doll in each hand.

She looked earnestly at the Emperor Doll, prayed to him in a trembling voice, begging for forgiveness, and then pressed the Komi Doll against her face with a look of rapture, inhaling its fragrance with relish.

...

It's hard to say how to evaluate this; Komi can only connect Elaine's contradictory behavior with Stockholm syndrome and the suspension bridge effect.

If Elaine truly harbored some strange affection for him, Komi would certainly keep his distance.

On the eve of humanity's demise, still thinking about his second brother is truly a sign of his lack of consideration.

The illusion vanishes in an instant, and so does Komi's observation.

He landed on the ground and didn't slide too far before using his only remaining arm to wedge himself off the ground and stand up. As he rushed toward Shaka, he also picked up the chainsaw axe that had fallen to the ground.

"Don't come any closer!" Shaka screamed, her voice not weak at all, but rather full of health.

It seems that even demons born from the tides of souls have the concept of a final burst of energy before death.

Komi, of course, would not listen to Shaka and stop. Although the demon's shouts were full of energy, her body revealed her weakness everywhere.