Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

This demon, who aspired to become a god, was not strong in melee combat; its only advantage lay in mechanical manufacturing and corruption. Koken still remembered some plot points from the Ark of Calamity and the Dead Zone of Exorcism.

With a wave of his hand, this God of Ten Thousand Furnaces melted into a vast number of mechanical cultivators who worshipped him as a god of machines, completely merging these creatures who cried out about the fragility of flesh and blood with the machines. He also demonstrated his ability to corrupt artificial intelligence during the War of the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone, causing those Ironforge descendants loyal to the Wotan Alliance to rebel on the spot.

The combat suit and the machine bee of Shangshangshandao were completely under Vastork's control. Not only did the machine bee turn its gun around, but the combat suit itself also broke out cables and bolts, killing the pilot.

In the end, faith is still the most effective thing.

The value of the second path of development that the Emperor and Macado set for the Empire continues to increase.

It can provoke the saints of faith to rage and fight the great demon, protect technological treasures from corruption, and safeguard souls so they can roam freely in the realm of exorcism and death.

Looking at Vashtor's burning eyes, Koji thought to himself that if he ever had the chance to farm in the future, he would definitely lean more towards the idealistic path. He was afraid that Vashtor and the Void Dragon would steal his chance at playing with artificial intelligence.

Chapter 167: After much thought, I've decided to trick you.

Komi watched Vashtor, and Vashtor watched Komi.

He really couldn't see what was so special about this Gu Jian that he could keep dozens of his debt collectors and contract workers locked up on an assembly line.

Are his subordinates so incompetent that they can't even defeat this mere Terminator?

Vashtor did not believe this view.

The weapons he produces have all been tested in long wars. Not to mention the orders given to him by the Four Gods, his power was involved in the demon engines and blasphemous machines in the Chaos Warband. Those cannons and grotesque blades have been proven to be deadly to Space Marines, and they were not just installed for show.

So it was carelessness?

Vashtor thought this was quite possible; demons always looked at mortals with arrogance and contempt, and even Vashtor was no exception.

Since his subordinates failed the mission due to carelessness, there was no need for him to hide anything.

Vashtor's gaze swept across the corridor, and the pipes and cables instantly twisted together like venomous snakes, surging towards Komi.

Meanwhile, the four-legged beastmen behind Komi let out a miserable cry as their legs sank into the floor and could not be pulled out.

You don't care about things that aren't yours, huh?

Koji raised an eyebrow. His attack on these pipes and cables with his sword only meant that they would have to spend resources and time repairing them.

Let's just bleed a little and dispel the corrupting power of Vashtor first.

Komi was extremely skilled at bleeding himself; with a flick of his wrist, he neatly and cleanly sprayed blood in a circle. The power of Vashtor was blocked by his blood, and the pipes and cables were jostled together like cars in a car accident. After the power of Vashtor was purified, they slowly shrank back to their original positions.

Vashtor was startled, not understanding how Komi had managed to purify it.

But Komi didn't care about any of that and charged straight at Vashtor's large face that filled the corridor, carrying his power sword.

Vashtor was unwilling to engage in a direct fight with Komi, so he retreated along the corridor, maintaining a safe distance from Komi.

Click click...

Several throwing knives were delivered into his hand, and Komi threw them at Vashtor's bright eyes.

The metal throwing knives didn't even have a chance to touch Vashtor before turning into clumps of liquid in mid-air and falling to the ground.

However, Komi had become accustomed to throwing five knives at a time, and when Vashtor tried to erase the fifth knife as well, that strange, unknown force once again blocked his corrupting power over the machine.

What exactly is this?

Vashtor asked himself again.

First came the blood, then the throwing knives.

What kind of power does this World Devourer embody?

He was distracted for a moment, and the throwing knife pierced his eye.

The sound of shattering glass rang out, and Vashtor screamed. His enormous face, which filled the entire corridor, convulsed and contracted, and his injured eye, like a broken signal light, could no longer illuminate the dimness of the corridor.

"Wait!" Vashtor shouted, as the Komi Power Sword pierced directly at his other eye.

The enormous face vanished suddenly before it was damaged, and the corruption of the entire corridor disappeared after Vashtor escaped.

The workers and sailors who had merged with the walls, as well as the beastmen who had been bound to the floor, were all released.

Koji looked around and was impressed by how quickly Vashtor had run away. Then Demas's voice rang in his ears.

“A great demon has appeared on the bridge; he wants to talk to you.”

"Is he blind in one eye?"

"Yes...he's not blind anymore."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs."

Komi ran all the way up and arrived at the bridge entrance from the lower deck in just over ten minutes. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw Vashtor's tall, thin body, a mixture of flesh and iron.

The eye that had been blinded by the throwing knife had recovered, and the light it emitted was intermittent. When he saw Komi standing at the door, Vashtor's face showed no anger due to the pain, but rather curiosity and wariness.

"I think there's been a small misunderstanding between us."

Vashtor spoke with great sincerity, but Komi coldly replied, "What misunderstanding? I know who you are, and I know what you're here for. You are Vashtor, the Lord of Ten Thousand Furnaces, guarding the Soul Furnace and indulging in your pipe dreams."

Vashtor was stunned for a long time. He couldn't understand how a Space Marine could so accurately tell him his name, origin, and home after he had been living in anonymity and operating in secret for so long.

Not to mention that "a dream of spring and autumn," it was Komi who directly awakened Vashtor's ambition to become a god.

Was this something he forced his subordinates to reveal? Or did the deity behind him tell him?

The former is impossible. Confidentiality agreements are the most important clause in employee contracts. The demons under his command can only use metaphors and hints to glorify their existence; they can never say it explicitly.

The latter is possible, but the problem lies in the dark knowledge that the god provided to this world-devourer.

terrorism?

It's unlikely... That enraged god may admire his weaponry, but that's all. He has never taken the Soul Forge region seriously, much less considered bringing him under his command.

Vashtor felt that he might be too deep-seated in relation to Khorne, which Khorne might not like.

Negro and Slaanesh are out of the question; after much thought, only that treacherous Tzeentch remains.

Why would He do this? Did He want to make Him a pawn in some of His plans?

As Vashtor pondered, he glanced at Komi again and smelled the scent of a curse emanating from his escaping soul. The two curses controlled by Tzeentch confirmed Vashtor's suspicions.

Once you infiltrate Tzeentch's plan, there's no way you can escape. Even someone as powerful as Khorne has been tricked by Tzeentch many times.

Vashtor knew he couldn't fight Tzeentch's schemes, so he had no choice but to take it one step at a time. If Tzeentch really wanted him to do something, he would have no choice but to do it reluctantly.

Faced with Komi's aggressive approach, Vashtor continued to lower his posture, even bowing respectfully, "Since you are aware of my existence, then there is no need to elaborate on the purpose of my visit."

"You want to bring your old employees back, but unfortunately I'm short-handed right now. They've done a really good job." Koji smiled, wondering how Vashtor could be so patient. Surely this thing couldn't have planted a few bombs in this battleship, could it?

The two men remained wary of each other, achieving a delicate peace. No one shouted or threatened to fight on the bridge; instead, they sat at a table and spoke calmly.

After a long silence, Vashtor spoke again, “Fighting would harm the interests of both of us. It would be better to sign a treaty that benefits both of us. I can help you, and you can help me.”

"Hehe... What can you do to help me?" Komi wasn't in a hurry; rashly revealing his needs to the demon would only put him in a passive position.

"What are the locations of the Bone and Blood Forest and the Edge of the Hazy Star Sector? I've taken a quick look through your database and found these two terms... quite interesting."

Seeing Komi's slightly constricted pupils, Vashtor knew he had guessed correctly.

“I can put those demons back, but you have to hand over your position first.”

"No, no, no... You can have those demons. I want to use these positions to negotiate bigger deals."

"Go ahead."

"No...you said it yourself. Exchanging knowledge for knowledge, exchanging secrets for secrets."

Vashtor wanted to see what kind of favor Komi had received from Tzeentch, while Komi was pondering which of the secrets he knew was the most harmless and could also be used to trick Vashtor.

After much thought, the image of a collector's museum flashed through Komi's mind.

Chapter 168: Since we're going to get it done anyway, let's go all out.

Tarasin the Endless, Solemnas Museum.

These two names are very famous in Hammer's mind. As long as Komi thinks of them, those stories and settings will pour out like a flood breaking through a dam.

Tarachin's collection is indeed extensive, encompassing almost everything of value from ancient times to the present. Just taking a stroll inside is worthwhile.

However, such a famous museum is quite unfamiliar to others. Tarasin did an excellent job of keeping it a secret. After all, no one wants anyone to know that their nest contains all sorts of old antiques. Revealing even a little bit of information to others could attract a massive punitive fleet.

Solemnas truly came into the Empire's view when the planet remained unscathed after the Besimons hive fleet swept through. An Inquisitor led troops to investigate, only to be routed by Talazin and his guards, with only a few returning to base.

For most people, Solemnas is at best a tomb world with signs of cosmic necromancy, or a desolate, uninhabited planet.

The infiltration of the Tribunal forces showed that Tarachin's protection of the museum was not suffocatingly tight. These forces penetrated deep into the museum, and the ensuing fighting affected some of the precious collections.

Komi thought to himself that although the dynasty Tarasin belonged to was the wealthiest among the space undead, it couldn't withstand the onslaught of wolves. Maintaining the museum's stable operation was no easy task either, and there were always some daily mishaps that gave Tarasin a lot of headaches.

If you grasp these two points, getting some good stuff from the Endless Tarasim won't be too difficult.

They could even take advantage of Vashtor's ambition to become a god and trick him into bringing the Great Bell of St. Gethor, which can ring thirteen times. Who knows, one day when Vashtor and the human empire clash, the emperor might be able to use this bell to stimulate Vashtor's G-spot.

Having made up his mind, Komi cleared his throat and asked Vashtor, "Since you want to exchange knowledge for knowledge, do you know the location of Solemnas?"

"Solemnas?"

As Koken had suspected, Vashtor was quite unfamiliar with this place, but the demon was using its secretly accumulated technological assets to search for the planet's location.

The bridge was filled with the clicking and whirring of the old computer's hard drive during startup. After a long while, Vashtor's eyes finally lit up again. "I know the location of this planet, but I don't see any value in it. Do you want me to build a factory on a desolate, godforsaken planet?"

"Of course not, Solemnas is a museum of a necromancer overlord."

"museum?"

"There are many treasures inside, enough to satisfy your appetite."

What kinds of things are there?

Like the rapid-fire delivery of crosstalk, it simply replaces the dishes with various treasures, living people, and even historical events frozen in time...

If one appears at a particularly opportune time... one might even be able to see the original gene, Fuggen, cloned by Fabius, in Taracin's museum.

Primarch Fulgrim...

Koji was startled and stopped talking.

Vashtor sensed Komi's nervousness and believed that he was hiding some more valuable treasures that would arouse his desire even more.

“What do you think, Vashtor? This is part of the treasures of Solemnas. We can go there and plunder it before the master returns home,” Komi suggested, gradually suppressing the idea of ​​releasing the clone Fugen in his mind.