Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Komi's roar was deafening. No one in the entire venue dared to meet his gaze as he swept over them, and they all lowered their heads, looking ashamed.

"I...I have a great dream," Komi proclaimed, his voice rising and falling in Martin Luther King Jr.-esque cadence, "I dream that one day we will break out of the Warp, burst forth from the Eye of Terror, and unleash our fury and ambition upon the Imperium! I dream that one day we will not have to fight for a sip of water in the Warp, but will live as kings, served by human servants..."

Komi's ideal left Bennett stunned, Sharon lost in deep thought, Antoine's eyes gleaming with boundless light, and Ferren nodding in agreement.

Elaine was terrified by the future described by Komi. She had clearly witnessed how brutal and ruthless these steel warriors were in ruling over mortals. She didn't know what to do and could only cover her ears with her hands to suppress her sadness.

However, those words still penetrated her simple defenses, echoing in her ears for a long time.

If one day... my master orders me to destroy the empire, to desecrate the emperor's statue... I... I...

Elaine struggled with the conflict between loyalty and heresy; her illusion of Komi being a good person was ruthlessly shattered at this moment...

However, they had a lot of ideas, and Komi said that he only had one thought.

Keep Demas calm and trick him into giving you that Terminator power armor.

As for leading this group to counterattack the empire, Koji was too lazy to do it.

He knew all too well the Chaos army's lack of organization and discipline; if they started fighting amongst themselves, it would be far more serious than what the Empire could do.

Even if the Imperial army treats human life as worthless, they would not hand over their troops to the Space Marines to kill for fun, nor would they order their troops to open fire just because friendly ships are blocking their path.

Let Abaddon handle this laborious task. If he really wants to become the leader of a legion, Komi hopes that he can build the legion from scratch himself.

Chapter 138: We deal with demons differently, but our attitude is the same.

Komi's impassioned speech had a significant effect; Demas was immersed in the grand ideals they had envisioned during the Horus Rebellion: to follow in his father's footsteps, overthrow the false emperor's empire, and then build a new kingdom upon the ruins...

Demas's attitude was obvious to everyone, but some warlords scoffed at Komi's nonsense, doubting that his grand theories were complete rubbish.

Faced with the pristine Terminator power armor, these warlords still wanted to make one last desperate attempt.

"Ha... Don't you even know who you are when you spout such big talk!" A warlord stood up, pointing an extremely rude finger at Komi and roaring, "I've investigated you and that so-called loser gang thoroughly. A dilapidated Blind Faith-class raider is your vessel, and the four warriors and one mortal beside you are all your subordinates! With this kind of strength, you dare to boast about destroying the empire?"

"I only accept useful guys; those useless trash can't even think about joining my crew," Komi replied calmly. This contemptuous attitude was even more unacceptable than direct insults.

"Very well... what a guy who only accepts useful people. Are you saying that all the hundreds of warriors and countless servants in my warband are useless?"

"No, no, no...you misunderstood." Koken was too lazy to waste words with this person, and directly activated his chainsaw axe. With a humming sound of the teeth turning, he said coldly, "What I mean is that you are a piece of trash, and the subordinates of the King of Trash are trash among trash."

"You arrogant bastard!"

The warlord was filled with boundless rage because of Komi's humiliation. Space Marines who had spent a long time in the Warp had all picked up some paranoia. He jumped off the stands and declared that he wanted to have a life-or-death battle with Komi.

Koji wouldn't tolerate this guy; he knew his performance would elevate Demas's opinion of him.

The warlord before him held a chainsaw sword possessed by a demon, covered in blood streaks, and several sinister eyes flashed through the narrow gaps between the serrated blades.

This level of demonic weapon was not enough to make Komi wary; he could roughly judge the warlord's strength from the aura emanating from him.

The chainsaw axe, held in one hand, withstood the warlord's fierce slashing with a chainsaw sword held in both hands. The serrated edges of the two weapons clashed violently, sending sparks and fragments flying to the ground.

The warlord was able to become the leader of a war gang, which naturally meant he had his own unique abilities. His backpack on the back of his power armor was filled with many brightly colored bottles. With a teeth-grinding crunching sound, his blood was drawn out and the brightly colored drugs in the bottles were injected into his body.

The warlord roared as the potions enhanced his strength and explosive power. His continuous slashes were like endless waves, making the other spectators think that if they were attacked by him, they would not be able to easily block them.

Having stacked up his passive abilities, Komi had given up on counterattacking and rarely even attempted to block. He clumsily dodged the warlord's pursuit, wanting to defeat this fool who was opposing him in a more shocking way.

The warlord shifted his stance and twisted his body, and the chainsaw sword was slashed down from below.

Gu Jian's eyes lit up, realizing that this was the perfect opportunity.

Without a helmet, he immediately opened his mouth wide, attempting to use his teeth to clash head-on with the chainsaw sword, relying on his passive critical hit ability.

Ha... what a madman...

Bennett saw Komi's actions clearly, crossed his arms, and thought to himself that the outcome was already decided.

Komi is a ruthless person who can tear apart even the flesh and blood of a great demon, so there's no reason why he couldn't conquer a chainsaw sword that harbors an unnamed demon.

Although the gift the Blood God gave him was somewhat abstract, upon closer examination it was quite practical; at least Koji wouldn't starve to death in this subspace.

Perhaps after this battle, Komi's reputation will grow even more.

独臂铁牙——马卡斯？

Bennett found it somewhat amusing...

However, such an action could not be understood by others. To deliberately face the chainsaw sword with one's face completely exposed was tantamount to suicide.

The warlord's face revealed the joy of victory and disdain for Komi's strength. At first, he was indeed a little shocked to find that Komi blocked his attack with one hand, but after fighting for a long time, he found that Komi only had some strength at the beginning and became more and more powerless as the fight went on.

So now they only dare to dodge, and dare not face his attack head-on.

"Die... Devourer..." The warlord's gaze turned cold as he humiliated Komi by calling him by the wrong legion title in the final moments of his life.

Such insults are quite common in the warlord faction. If Antoine were in Komi's position, the warlord would call him the derogatory term "grandson of the emperor."

Click... Click!

This was not the sound of a skull being cut open by the serrated edge of a chainsaw. Even if a Space Marine's skull was surgically reinforced and made incredibly hard by ceramic powder, it would be impossible for it to withstand the high-speed cutting of a single-molecule serrated edge.

The warlord, who thought he had victory in his grasp, was terrified by the unfamiliar sensation in his hand. He looked at Koji and found that the Devourer, whose head he should have cut off halfway and who should have died, was actually biting his chainsaw sword tightly with a strange smile on his face.

The chainsaw's hard alloy shell was cracking inch by inch as he slowly exerted force with his teeth, and the demon residing within was groaning in pain.

"Who exactly are you..." The warlord, stunned by Komi's actions, murmured. Komi's only response to him was to bite the chainsaw sword in two, and then, amidst the demon's scream, he gathered all his strength into his remaining fist and punched the warlord hard in the chest.

It was like a rising dragon punch from Warhammer 40k. Komi's attack sent the warlord's heavy body flying several meters into the air, and everyone's eyes lingered on his badly injured body for several seconds before falling back to the ground.

This attack caused the warlord to feign death and fall into a coma. He tilted his head and couldn't say a word. His men hurriedly jumped down from the platform, protected their warlord, and then raised their explosive guns at Komi.

But seeing Komi grinning as he devoured the chainsaw sword fragments and demonic flesh, the warriors dared not attack him first.

In their eyes, this was a symbol that Komi had received the attention of some dark being. Even if they could kill Komi, they would still have to die a gruesome death under the revenge of the dark being.

"Do you think I'm dead?!" Demas's roar finally brought the chaos to an end. He could have demonstrated the authority of the master of the Broken Steel Fortress much sooner, but he did not.

This silence could also be a test of Komi's strength.

Looking at Komi, Demas couldn't help but laugh. For him, who was in a cold stone coffin, this was the highest level of praise.

Komi understood Demas's intention to befriend him, so after swallowing the demon whole, he licked his lips and joked, "You like forging demons, but I like eating them even more."

The return to the past only brought even louder laughter.

Chapter 139: There can only be one sun in the sky, and I have only one War General in my heart!

“What can we get? I think Demas really admires Marcus.” Antoine rubbed his hands together, hoping that Komi could get them some more benefits in his conversation with Demas.

It would be best to renovate his room; his bathtub has been broken for a long time, and the cultivation pod that keeps flowers alive for so long is no longer as good as it used to be.

If all these things were fixed, Antoine would love to give Komi a romantic, Sinister-themed, wonderful night.

At this point, no one complained about Antoine's perversion; everyone was thinking about how to have a better life on the warship.

Bennett, of course, brought up Hela, saying he wanted the Iron Warriors to give her the most comprehensive maintenance and repair, and even wanted to get more armor plates of different colors for him to replace.

“Oh… different colored armor plates.” Antoine raised an eyebrow and nudged Bennett with his elbow. The smiles on their faces conveyed the same meaning, only they were directed at different objects.

Ferren wanted a botanical garden; he hoped for a place specifically for cultivating plagues and fungi, rather than having to do his work in the ship's corridors and spare rooms.

As for Sharon, nobody listens to what Sharon wants; they can guess with their own feet that it's related to some mystical religious stuff.

Finally, Bennett asked Elaine what she wanted.

Elaine looked up blankly, her eyes losing their usual sparkle, filled with the confusion and bewilderment of someone who had just been dragged onto the ship.

"What's wrong, little loyal dog of the Empire?" Bennett's lips curled into a smile, and each time he reminded her like this, Elaine's body trembled slightly. "After hearing your master's grand dream, are you also filled with boundless fighting spirit?"

“I…I don’t know…” Elaine answered weakly.

Bennett inwardly scoffed at Elaine's indecisiveness; the moment this young girl was brought aboard the ship, she was already estranged from the Empire.

Those Inquisitors who value loyalty and purity above all else would be extremely suspicious even of their own people, let alone Elaine, who lives in the warp with the Chaos Space Marines.

Regardless of her past piety or pure bloodline, to the empire she was nothing more than a traitor deserving of extermination.

Bennett was too lazy to explain these things to Elaine; he didn't want to waste his breath on the psychological issues of the servant, Komi.

But seeing Elaine's disappointed look, Bennett started telling another story to grab her attention.

"Listen, little girl... have you ever heard of the name Abaddon?"

“Abaddon?” Elaine seemed to remember something, but was still somewhat uncertain. “Abaddon the Great Raider?”

“Yes, it’s him.” Bennett spoke of the man with disdain, and even Antoine, Ferren, and Sharon had a very negative opinion of him.

Bennett continued, "Do you think Markus was the first person in this Chaos Land to shout the slogan of destroying the Empire? There was an ambitious guy long before him."

“If Master Markus truly wants to realize his grand ambitions, that whip-headed fellow Abaddon will surely become his mortal enemy,” Antoine added disdainfully.

"Then why can't we unite?"

Hearing Elaine's question, everyone in the waiting room couldn't help but laugh. Sharon explained it in a way that Elaine could easily understand: "Could you tolerate two false emperors in the human empire? The same goes for the Dark Legion. The blessings of the gods are finite; only the final victor can bask in supreme glory. In this process, there is no sharing, no unity, only an extremely clear boundary between master and servant..."

"Abaddon and his arrogant minions think they are great men who have inherited the Primarch's will. How ridiculous!" Faerûn, who had been speaking politely, also sneered. "Even our father did not personally lead the Legion to counterattack the Imperium. How dare a mere Space Marine like him ride on the Primarch's head and make plans first? How arrogant and ignorant!"

Elaine tried her best to catch the information she could understand, and finally a bold idea suddenly popped into her confused mind.

There can be no two suns in the sky, and no two emperors.

If there can only be one leader of destruction for the Dark Legion, does that mean that Abaddon the Great Raider and his master must determine who is superior before they can attack the Empire?

If I can make good use of this... wouldn't I be able to indirectly protect the masses of the empire?

Indirect loyalty is still loyalty!

Elaine pursed her lips tightly, and the more she thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed.

Although she is currently just a lowly navigator, like an ant among the Space Marines, who could have predicted what her future would hold?

Seeing Elaine's thoughtful expression, Bennett didn't say anything more. He asked for a cup of blood wine and sat down in the metal chair to leisurely drink it.

Komi was unaware of what was happening in the waiting room outside the three blast doors and two minefields; he was having a private conversation with Demas.

Demas now showed disdain for Komi's previous grand ambitions, focusing only on the trade between the Losers' Warband and Broken Steel Castle.

Appreciation is one thing, but trading is another.

This needs to be calculated very clearly. Demas still has many warriors and slaves to feed, and he won't let Komi benefit from his emotional outburst.

“We have thoroughly examined the condition of your warship. There is indeed a mysterious force at work on it, allowing it to periodically traverse between reality and the subspace.”