Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

"Fight in the name of Markus, the Chosen of the Gods!" Meanwhile, the more resourceful prisoners began to use Komi's name to intimidate others, drawing more power for themselves with their shouts.

These pure roars exploded in Komi's soul, and the fatigue from his continuous bloody battles vanished instantly, replaced by an illusion of endless strength.

"Fine, fine, fine..." Komi gritted his teeth, a playful smile appearing on his face. "Is this what you, this dog god who never shows himself, wanted me to do? Is this the help you sent down to me? You damned bastard!"

While verbally criticizing the elusive appearance of the Fifth God, his body honestly utilized everything passively related to the Holy Number Five.

Sometimes life is just that tough; you have to accept things you can't understand and then rely on your courage and resourcefulness to forge a path to survival.

Throwing knives were thrown one after another. Komi had deliberately shrunk Demas's throwing knives so that he wouldn't have to worry about running out of ammunition for the time being.

Throwing knives seem strange in the face of more advanced weapons such as bombs, rockets, and laser beams, but with the blessing of divine power, their power is not much less.

Komi used this opportunity to disrupt the Steel Havoc troops, who specialized in long-range firepower suppression, to the point that they had to change their gun barrels and move their positions. Taking advantage of the brief moment when the firepower density decreased, he approached the position of the Honso Guard.

A hell beast, modeled after a Dreadnought, blocked Komi's path. Its crew had been driven mad inside this living coffin, and its threat to allies was almost as high as its threat to enemies.

However, the clever and skillful Hunsuo had plenty of ways to control this enormous curse and launch a fatal attack on Komi.

Claws intertwined with flesh and steel, and long whips bound by chains and spikes are the weapons of Hellbeast. He has used these two things to dismember countless opponents. Under his scarlet gaze, Komi's figure dressed as a Terminator looks so fragile and pitiful.

"Get out of my way!" Koken roared, showing no fear whatsoever against this hell beast that could terrify mortals and force even Chaos Space Marines to retreat in search of heavy weapons.

He took a few steps to get close to the hellbeast and forcefully blocked the hellbeast's fierce claw attack with the ordinary chainsaw sword he had captured.

The tangled, sharp whips left grooves in Komi's Terminator power armor, but were not enough to shatter the armor's defenses in one blow.

Komi traded equipment damage for more attack opportunities, his left fist slamming into the Hellbeast's frontal armor, which resembled abdominal muscles, like a cannonball.

The heavy blow caused Hellbeast pain, and its body, which had remained unshaken even under the bombardment of laser cannons, immediately hunched over. Komi delivered a solid headbutt to the twisted head that squeezed out of the gap in the Hell Eight-Pointed Star.

The hell beast fell backward, and Komi took the opportunity to stomp on it, crushing it into pieces.

The time from engaging the enemy to defeating them was so short that the other prisoners felt...

Hellbeast: I'm out! I attacked! I fell! I'm done for!

The prisoners, inspired by Komi's bravery, raised their arms and shouted in unison. Their roars, fueled by high morale, even intimidated Honso's steel warriors, causing them to momentarily forget to pull the trigger.

"What a powerful warrior..." Despite losing a Hellbeast, Hongsuo did not hate Komi. Instead, his heart raced, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but want to recruit this person to serve him.

"Powerful warrior! I can grant you a position of honor!"

Faced with Hong Su's offer of recruitment, Komi only replied with a single word.

"Mongrel..."

Chapter 150: Who? Me?

It only takes one sentence to go from admiration to irreconcilable enmity. Koken's thorough understanding of many prominent characters always allows him to easily utter the most lethal words.

Hong Suo's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, repeatedly saying "good" to Gu Jian for his lack of understanding of the times.

"Are you that confident in your abilities? Or did that indecisive guy Demas offer you an irresistible benefit? But none of that matters anymore. You must pay the price in blood for your offense!"

Hongsuo raised his forging hammer, which contained the disintegration field and was both his tool and his weapon.

The hammerhead glowed with a faint blue light, and Hong Suo's most elite warriors immediately rushed forward, eager to prove their bravery to Hong Suo and gain more praise from this ruthless warlord.

Seeing this, Koken also drew two chainsaw swords and charged towards these steel warriors with a roar, just like a typical world-devouring berserker.

On the sky above the Marauder-class battleship, Demas connected himself to the captain's throne, a difficult task that tested the willpower of the crew. The ship's massive data would flood into their fragile brains the moment they connected.

If there is even the slightest lapse, one will lose self-awareness and become part of this ship.

Demas knew his limits, so he deliberately limited the range of the ships he connected to. He focused only on monitoring the energy status of the warship's void shield and power source, leaving other tasks to his subordinates.

"The teleportation array is working properly, but they are moving too fast for me to capture a fixed coordinate."

A steel warrior reported to Demas that they were having a headache over the fierce fighting on the ground, but they couldn't just shout it at Komi like that:

Could you stand still for a few seconds so we can pull you onto the boat?

Saying such a thing is tantamount to telling Komi to commit suicide. Demas was also powerless to provide any more support for Komi. The unfinished warship hurriedly took off in a panic, as there was a severe shortage of manpower to maintain the ship's operation.

It even went so far as to order the Iron Warriors to put aside their contempt for the crew and to work together to overcome the many problems that arose during takeoff.

The warships of Honsau and the other warbands were clearly visible on the battleship's long-range astrolabe, tearing through the numerous demonic anti-aircraft systems of the Shattered Steel Fortress and heading towards the battleship, determined to form an inescapable encirclement.

Even more deadly, Demas also heard from the navigator, who had mutated into a perfect sphere, that the warp tides were being interfered with by some kind of sorcery, and that all the soul tides were concentrated on the battleship, like an inward-curving vortex firmly holding the battleship in place, preventing it from leaving the shattered steel fortress.

Traitor, enemy, witchcraft.

All these unfavorable conditions combined made Demas's head spin. For a moment, he even thought about simply luring the warship into the shattered steel fortress and taking everyone down with it.

However, seeing Komi's figure fighting fiercely and hearing his roar that never faltered, Demas put aside these pessimistic thoughts and began to use everything he knew and possessed to seek a chance at survival.

"Airdrop pod approaching! Activate close-in weapon system!"

A warning sound caught Demas's attention. He had already thoroughly investigated the Losers' Gang and thus recognized the owner of the Siren's Raid Claw.

"Cease fire! Let them board the ship!"

The airdrop pod was connected to the battleship, and Bennett and the others immediately rushed to the bridge after disembarking, hoping that the master of the Broken Steel Fortress could use this powerful battleship to turn the tide of the battle.

The Iron Warriors' repaired and improved vertical transportation network meant that it didn't take long for everyone to get from the engine room to the bridge. As soon as they entered, they saw the Iron Warriors and crew slaves busily working on various pieces of equipment, while the fearless Demas connected himself to the captain's throne.

"Magistmas!" Bennett shouted, the panic he felt upon losing Hela no longer visible on his face. Komi's words had given him renewed hope. "We need to bring Markus up. What's your plan?"

Demas was speechless for a moment. He was somewhat ashamed to tell everyone the embarrassing fact that he had no plan, but he also knew that hesitating at this time would be playing with everyone's lives.

Therefore, he answered rather bluntly and helplessly, "I...we seem to be in a deadly situation. Markus is deeply entangled with Honsor and is unable to stabilize his coordinates on the teleportation array, while our warship is also entangled in sorcery. I can't find out who did this..."

Bennett didn't blame Demas for his incompetence. He immediately turned to Sharon, who was carefully tending to Antoine on the ground, and said, "Sharon...you are the most skilled in using psychic powers among us. Only you can pull Marcus back and shatter that damned sorcery!"

"Me?" Sharon pointed blankly at himself, feeling that Bennett's expectations of him were a bit too high.

Just thinking about the spell that could bind the entire battleship to a vortex of psionic energy, he knew that the spell's structure was extremely complex and intricate, and the caster's strength was astonishing. It must be inextricably linked to the ever-changing demon lord who captured them in one blow and sent them to the slaughterhouse.

Sharon's hesitation made Bennett grit his teeth. He had lost all hope in this unreliable Word Bearer. If it weren't for the curse binding him, Bennett would have loved to chop off Sharon's head.

“Actually… I have a way…” Feren drew everyone’s attention, then he reached behind him and the rotten cat that Komi was wary of landed on his arm.

The stench of the rotten cat reminded everyone of the filth that Faerûn had once been. The cat's appearance caused mold and rust to grow on the bridge, which had been cleaned by the Iron Warriors. A weak meow plunged the brightly lit bridge into a dim and unclear darkness.

“Ferren… what is this?” Bennett asked in shock, pointing at the rotten cat in Ferren’s hands. They had always thought it was just a cat with a strong brain that Ferren had adopted and was lucky enough to survive the torment of the warp, and that was becoming more and more like its owner.

It now appears that the always optimistic and generous Fayen also carried many unknown and mysterious past events.

“This cat…” Ferren hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, lifted the rotten cat he had always cherished high, and slammed it hard onto the bridge deck.

There were no screams, no crisp sounds.

As if throwing a puff of air onto the ground, the rotten cat vanished the instant it touched the bridge deck, eventually merging into the warp and adding a touch of green to the chaotic tides entangled in the mysterious deep blue.

“I originally intended to give it to my father as a gift, but now it seems I need to find a new present,” Ferren said with some regret.

Chapter 151: Hongsuo Silver Hand

What is the power of Nurgle?

It is despair, stagnation, death, decay, the great sound of the inevitable end of all things.

Nothing lasts forever; both the abstract and the concrete will vanish under the test of time.

This force is accelerating the process of ending, but its target is a demon's loyalty and awe to its superior. The demon's scheming against its superior coincides with Tzeentch's power. The two overlap, and the wildfire of betrayal gradually grows.

As the ever-changing Demon Lord, he naturally has his own demon army. Given his relatively high status, he certainly wouldn't bother managing those noisy blue-pink fear demons one by one. Instead, a recorder with a bird's beak and a goat's head would handle the lower-level communication on his behalf.

He was responsible for recording everything about the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, remembering both successful and unsuccessful plans clearly, and handing these scrolls over to Tzeentch himself after returning to the Labyrinth of Destiny.

Tzeentch does not trust the ever-changing loyalty of the Dark Lord, nor does he trust the truthfulness of everything the Recorder submits to him. He prefers to see his subordinates drag each other down in infighting and distrust, ultimately bringing him endless chaotic pleasure.

The recorder lowered his head to write, but his mind was already on the ever-changing Demon Lord.

The two of them transformed into inconspicuous little creatures, far away from the battlefield where Hong Suo and Gu Jian clashed. The ever-changing demon lord cursed Gu Jian's bravery and mocked Hong Suo's powerlessness to the extreme.

And you're mocking others... You should take a look at yourself...

The recorder curled his lip in disdain, thinking that as their leader, the ever-changing Demon Lord he served had already stepped into every minefield.

You can be foolish or weak, but you can't be both foolish and weak.

It would be foolish to be outmaneuvered by the great demon Slaanesh. Those who only think about scheming and winning Slaanesh's heart, how could they understand what a real conspiracy should look like? A demon lord who can change his mind should be able to manipulate them at will.

Being torn apart by Koken on his back is a sign of weakness. As a Demon Lord of a Thousand Transformations, how shameful it is that he cannot even subdue an unknown World Devourer!

A subject dies when his ruler is disgraced?

A subject who is insulted by his ruler shall rebel!

If you can sit as the Demon Lord of Myriad Changes, why can't I be the Recorder?

Whether it was the power of Nurgle that eroded loyalty and reverence, or whether the recorder truly had no good feelings towards his superior, a plan to betray the ever-changing Demon Lord quietly took shape.

Hong Suo and the others had no idea how the Myriad Shapeshifters had lured those steel warriors made from skinless men to betray Demas, but he knew very well. Not only that, he also knew how to remove the Myriad Shapeshifters' swamp magic that restricted the battleships.

Hehehe! Now all we need to do is find a good opportunity to put it into practice...

The recorder looked towards the distant battlefield, hoping that Koken could get close to Hong Suo and use a series of suppressions to make the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord think that he had to help.

Inside that teleportation array, Koji killed many of Hong Suo's elite warriors, but he also suffered many injuries. He relied entirely on the magic of the blood in his body and the roars of the prisoners behind him to endure the pain and weakness.

His record was already quite astonishing. There were as many as three Hell Beasts piled up at his feet. Fifteen Iron Warriors, who had made themselves extremely powerful in close combat by modifying themselves with various mechanical modifications, had also died. Even a Desecrator Demon Engine had its head torn off by Komi and kicked far away like a football.

Komi took a step forward, his murderous aura hitting Hong Suo in the face. This reminded the blacksmith that Komi still had the strength to fight, but it also made him worry that this capture might end in failure.

"Damn World Eater!" Honso knew he needed to boost morale. He realized from the prisoners' fanatical and strange behavior that a dark god had descended upon them, and he knew he could not back down from the enemy.

He showed Koji his gleaming, organic metal arm, then picked up a shimmering hammer and smashed it down on him.

The two chainsaw swords were placed crosswise, withstanding Hong Suo's fierce blows.

Holy crap! Blood God's blessing?

Hong Su was shocked, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. What kind of person could block the powerful weapon's attack with an ordinary chainsaw sword that had even had several of its serrated edges shattered during the previous slash?

No wonder that ever-changing demon lord wanted to capture this world devourer alive; he is indeed somewhat strange and novel.

"What's wrong, you bastard? Are you out of energy?"

Komi's reminder once again turned Hongsuo's surprise into anger, and he looked at Komi's mouth with hostility.

Wearing the same Terminator power armor, he unleashed tremendous force, suppressing Komi and preventing him from using his chainsaw sword to break through Hongsuo's hold for a moment.