Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

“Sharon is like this... He wants to gain recognition from others, so he tries his best to prove that he is a capable guy, but in the end, everyone just thinks he is a complete clown.” Komi added in his mind, just like his father, Loka.

Having roughly understood everyone's situation, Koken went to the corridor to review the gains and losses of the battle at Slaanesh's Palace.

The Space Marine's brain allowed him to construct his past memories in a comprehensive way, recalling every detail.

They rescued a spirit from the palace, and Gu Jian was furious at how swiftly the spirit escaped.

In the end, she even mocked him with the middle finger...

Gu Jian remembered the face of this Spirit Clan prophet; he would definitely twist her head off when he had the chance in the future.

Then there were those ancient coins. To be honest, if these coins hadn't appeared before Gu Jian, he would have started to suspect that the Fifth God, who had never shown himself, was actually a Spirit God Qi who survived the birth of Slaanesh, and that was why he was being prompted to go to this palace and rescue the Prophet.

Koken clearly remembered the pattern on the coin; it was ancient and weathered, without a trace of the cultural characteristics of the Elven race, humans, orcs, or space undead.

And that ever-changing demon lord, from whose mouth they even managed to extract the method to lift the curse.

Considering that the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord is an ultimate traitor who tells lies as truth and truths as lies, the effectiveness of the lumberjack's axe in the Bone and Blood Forest remains to be verified.

But regardless, it's a good start; at least it clarifies what the next destination is after heading to Broken Steel Castle.

The door was still wide open, just as Komi knew it. Komi walked in with a smile and immediately saw the dog huddled in the corner looking like it was about to vomit.

This demon...this deserter...

Even Elaine dared to stand up and interfere with the Great Demon, but he only dared to look for food among the corpses and remains.

Komi ran over and grabbed the dog, gripping his throat and coldly saying, "Now, let's deal with the problem of you, you coward."

Chapter 128: The dog is still quite useful in order to survive.

"Wait! I'm still useful! I'm still useful!" Dog struggled in vain under Komi's control, trying to fight for his life. He was terrified that Komi would devour him alive.

"reason?"

"Let me...let me vomit."

The dog was gagging and vomiting, so Koji decided to help him by punching him in the stomach.

"Wow!"

The dog vomited painfully, spewing out the ancient coins and the undigested succubus crab claw onto the floor of Komi's room.

These demon remains had little to no stench; instead, they exuded the alluring fragrance unique to Ajina demons.

Komi released the dog, pried open the crab claws, and held the ancient coin in his hand.

The dog chuckled, putting on a fawning expression. "Hehe... Boss. I saw it all. You looked at that coin several times. I rushed over and swallowed it whole while those two idiots were fighting."

Komi admired the coins while praising the dog's quick wit.

He knew that Komi would definitely settle scores later, so he desperately tried to increase the value of his life.

“Your merits and demerits cancel each other out.” Koji patted the dog’s head. “I don’t expect you to fight. Just protect Elaine.”

"Mission accomplished! Boss!" Dog bowed to Komi, looking rather odd.

Komi laughed happily twice, tied the antique coin with a rope, and hung it around his neck.

This thing can save your life. In critical moments, Komi can deliberately put himself in a life-or-death situation and rely on the protection of the coins to severely damage his opponent and turn the tide of battle.

The problem now is that the coins are no longer as shiny as they were when they were used in Shaka, and Komi doesn't know how to recharge them.

But having a magical artifact to protect you is better than nothing; this thing will definitely come in handy in the future.

Komi gave the coin a simple name to commemorate his life before he transmigrated: Dead Five Ancient Coin.

The group's dilapidated warships drifted before the shattered steel fortress, a sturdy stronghold built on the foundation of an asteroid, exuding the style of steel warriors.

The heavy artillery, supported by an asteroid, possesses battleship-level range and lethality, capable of tearing the warship where Komi is located to shreds with a single shell.

Numerous ports extend from the asteroid fortress, resembling a potato covered in sprouts.

Amidst this chaos that prioritizes efficiency, there exists an unhealthy pursuit of order by the steel warriors. Every ship entering or leaving the port must submit a request to the port authority. Their captains receive a timetable and a sequence number, and can only act when their number is called.

Anyone who violates this rule will be executed without exception.

Establishing a base full of rules and regulations in the chaotic and disorderly land of the warp seems like an absurd joke, but with enough power, there is nothing that cannot be achieved in the warp.

“You should know that this place is much more magnificent than the rumors say,” Bennett remarked, looking at the entire shattered steel fortress. Antoine, on the other hand, couldn’t appreciate the pragmatism of the steel warriors.

“These things are so boring, just as boring as they are.” Antoine curled his lip, using a dagger to groom his overly long nails. “The Iron Warriors themselves are as steel as their battle cry, inside and out. I was thinking of trying to see just how steely they were, but it turned out that what was steely was their stubborn brains, not something I preferred.”

Antoine's speeches always elicited strange expressions from the crowd. They were genuinely afraid that one day they would be critically injured and unconscious, and that this son of the emperor would comfort them with their stiff bodies.

Ferren coughed, his voice less phlegmy and trembling, which prevented Bennett from yelling at him to shut his disgusting mouth as soon as he opened his mouth. "I think this is a good place, with not only burning steel but also thriving life... Ah... the stagnant smell of being trapped in eternal despair is intoxicating."

“You mean the prison?” Sharon tried to decipher Ferren’s words. “I had no idea that the Iron Warriors kept prisons. They integrated the facilities with the labor camps. The only way out was to be worked to death under their meticulously calculated workload.”

These people were all talking at once, commenting on the Broken Steel Fortress and the Steel Warriors, while Komi looked at the other ships rushing towards the Broken Steel Fortress.

They have all kinds of ships: raiders, destroyers, and cruisers.

Each ship is a separate Chaos Warband, whose members are either fanatical or utilitarian in their worship of the Four Gods, and whose warships are adorned with terrifying ornaments pointing to the gods.

For example, a chaotic eight-pointed star made of tens of thousands of corpses, or deliberately leaving and carefully cultivating the subspace corrosion that grows on the armor of those warships.

Some warships are deformed like their owners, with a huge eyeball on the bow and the bridge covered by thick flesh and blood. Many tentacles extend from the outer armor, which can both intimidate the enemy and help intercept boarding torpedoes and bomber attacks.

Some warships are essentially dens of demons, with the upper levels maintaining an intact ship structure while the lower levels are dilapidated and filthy. The blasphemous aura emanating from the demons gathered in the warp makes even observing the lower levels of such warships a luxury.

Faced with such a terrible warship, tearing it to shreds with macro cannons and light spears is the best solution.

Kojima and his Blind Faith-class raiders were caught in the middle of these nightmare behemoths, and the damage from the Void Whale attack and the impact on the palace was beyond their ability to repair.

To the managers of the Broken Steel Castle and other visitors alike, this ship is now nothing more than a piece of space debris in dire need of cleaning up.

Becoming part of some wrecked spaceship, or crashing directly into the Empire world, is the best fate.

Communication came through, and the Iron Warriors' emphasis on rules and regulations proved helpful. Had it been a more disorganized and undisciplined gang or group, they would have torn the warship to shreds into warp dust with a single beam of light.

"You have thirty seconds to report the name of your guild, your purpose, and your departure point. If you do not provide a complete response within thirty seconds, we will initiate the cleanup procedures."

"A guild name?" Koji was taken aback, then looked at Bennett, the most reliable member of the group, and asked, "We even have guild names?"

"Uh...yes." Bennett looked a little embarrassed when he mentioned this, clearly not wanting to talk to Komi any further.

However, he wasn't the only one alive. Ferren answered Komi's question, "Bennett named our gang 'Losers' Gang' to mock us as useless cowards who were dragging him down."

"Didn't you raise any objections?"

“No.” Ferren shook his head honestly. “Those were indeed tough times. Morale was low. Every battle we went out to fight failed for some strange reason. Even the few meals of water we managed to steal from the Imperial merchant ships were spilled halfway through the journey.”

"You farted halfway down the road!" It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because the mere mention of it made Bennett furious. "You idiot, you tripped and fell right into the water purifier tank! It stank like that, how are we supposed to drink it?"

"Oh? I see... Hahaha, I could hardly remember it."

Seeing Ferren's cheerful expression, Bennett grabbed a metal ammunition box and hurled it at him.

Looking at the group's ridiculous antics, Gu Jian had to admit that the name of Bennett's Losers' Gang was quite fitting.

Chapter 129: A Fearless Person Who Strives for Self-Discipline

The main control room of the Broken Steel Fortress is the core of the entire fortress and also the most heavily defended place.

The holographic map monitoring every corner of Steel Fortress and the outer void became extremely efficient after being integrated with many demons. The Steel Warriors never asked these demons for help; they only obeyed their father's teachings.

They will forever hate the empire and the demons, and will use every means to strengthen themselves. One day they will return and build the steel nation that their father was satisfied with.

The holographic map flickered slightly, and the image was somewhat blurry.

This sign had barely appeared when it drew the lash of the long whip.

The scorching whip was covered with spikes, and with just one strike, it made the demonic aggregate mixed with inorganic matter under the holographic map tremble.

A chilling, mechanical voice boomed as the demonic aggregate trembled, "You demons are always thinking of breaking free from your bonds... Do I have to reiterate to you forgetful fools what the fate of breaking free from your bonds is?"

The demonic aggregate hissed at the steel dreadnought before it, but the dreadnought simply lashed out with its whip in the face of their resistance, tearing one of the unclaimed demons from the aggregate.

The steel gauntlet, engraved with runes, was no different from a prison to these unclaimed demons. The Steel Dreadnought grabbed the loudest one and pinned him to the anvil.

Judging from the materials, this anvil comes from the realm of Khorne. The heavy chalcopyrite exudes a pungent sulfurous smell, and the surface of the anvil is forever covered with a pool of viscous blood.

Hammering and forging!

The masterless demon begged for mercy from the steel-dauntless, only to be met with even crueler treatment.

Ultimately, he was fixed in his form, almost losing all his consciousness, and became a demonic bullet with extremely strong corrupting power.

Seeing his fate, the demon aggregate fell silent. Iron Dreadnought stored the demon bullet away, scoffing at the demons' weakness and lack of memory.

That's right, he is indeed a Dreadnought, but due to severe physical injuries, he is forced to stay in the cold coffin of the Dreadnought mech to survive.

However, he preferred to stay awake rather than those who were only awakened in the nick of time during battles. The cold, dark coffin of the Dreadnought was not a cruel torment for him.

On the contrary, he should thank the Dreadnought Coffin for providing him with a private residence where he could think calmly at all times, allowing him to focus more on construction rather than fighting with his resentful brother over trivial matters.

As a fearless individual, all his equipment was self-made. The steel tentacles attached to his back to expand the reactor met all his work needs and were also useful in combat.

Through his own efforts, he became a war blacksmith and a master forger.

Besides crafting weapons that could efficiently kill the Corpse King's lackeys, he was also adept at forging demons weaker than himself into various tools.

Magic Iron - Demas.

This is his name, and also the title of the sole ruler that everyone in Broken Steel Castle must firmly remember.

He released the whip and placed it into the copper basin filled with boiling blood. The holographic map, which had been flickering, became clear and stable once again. Demas connected himself to the ever-updating database of the Shattered Steel Fortress and browsed the sea of ​​data at top speed.

Hmm... there are a lot of visitors at this gathering...

The Deathly Voices Warband arrives laden with abused slaves. These slaves, after simple modifications, can become excellent laborers. Moreover, having suffered even more cruel and disgusting treatment at the hands of the Emperor's Son, they are even grateful to Demas for providing them with a job.

However, the price must be lowered; we must not buy these physically and mentally disabled slaves at the original price.

The Shadowless Warriors also arrived, their warehouses filled with Chaos Crystals mined from Wizarding Planet, as well as countless sacred artifacts and the remains of saints plundered from the religious world.

These items can be used to craft demon-slaying weapons. The demons that are crucial to the Shattered Steel Fortress are becoming increasingly unruly; it's time to replace them.

In the warp, there is never a shortage of demons.

If you don't do it, plenty of devils will!

Blood and flesh battle gang, rectal prolapse fecal battle gang...