Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Ultimately, it was a personal shield generator called the Rosary that saved Azmodan. The pale gold barrier crumbled almost instantly, but Azmodan also took the opportunity to jump out of the sarcophagus guards' attack range.

Speed ​​and strength are comparable to his own!

Smelling the lingering fumes from the overloaded and destroyed rosary, Azmodan mentally assessed the magnificent and imposing coffin guardian before him.

"Get out of the way of Azmodari! Leave this enemy to me!" Azrael, carrying his own skeletal shield, took Azmodari's place. The coffin guards, controlled by Talassin, even showed a hint of admiration when they saw the shield in Azrael's hand.

"So beautiful...so beautiful..."

The greed and desire in that tone disgusted Azrael, and he pressed his entire body against his shield as he charged toward Talathim.

This was comparable to the Leman Rustank at full power, incredibly fast and terrifying in its speed.

boom!

Shield against shield!

Metaphysics meets materialism!

The two shields, each with exceptional protective capabilities, collided violently. It was immediately clear that the Coffin Guardian had suffered some losses at the hands of Chapter Master Azrael, and it took more than ten centimeters to come to a stop.

The phase sword pierced Azrael at a tricky angle. This strike could not be stopped by his finely crafted power sword and power armor; only his sturdy shield was reliable.

The shield swept across, its powerful impact at the edge deflecting the sarcophagus guard's thrust. Then, a fragmentation grenade, typically used by Space Marines, flew out from behind Azrael, momentarily catching Talassin, who was in charge of controlling the grenade, off guard.

A grenade? Who threw it?

The grenade shattered, and the fragments, which were quite effective at killing light targets, clattered and clattered against the two men, at most creating some unsightly scratches.

However, Azrael did not expect the fragmentation to be lethal; he was more interested in utilizing the powerful impact of the fragmentation grenade exploding near the head of the mortuary guard.

The Coffin Guardian swayed, and Azrael immediately stepped forward, slamming his heavy shield into the guard's open chest to lift it up. Then, he concentrated all his strength to slam the guard hard onto the black stone floor.

Having suffered such a heavy blow, the Coffin Guardian's torso was severely dented. The living metal would need some time to repair itself, but Azrael would not give the Coffin Guardian any chance to catch its breath.

He raised his shield again, used the sharpened blade to decapitate the coffin guard, and then stomped on it to completely crush his torso.

Skillful teamwork and outstanding technique are both indispensable.

Azrael had long established a seamless combat partnership with his fellow Dark Angels, and he was confident he could subdue even larger groups of Coffin Guardians.

This minor setback made Tarasin increasingly irritable. He abandoned the idea of ​​having his warriors fight in his place and instead tapped the ground with his scepter to prepare to activate a powerful device that could kill both enemies and allies.

The Soul-Slaying Death Domain Monument, which had once forcibly ripped Komi's soul away, rose before Tarasin. Once activated, this device could rip away the souls of all living beings, an effect that even Space Marines could not ignore.

Tarasin hesitated before activating the device, as his collection included many living creatures, and activating it would only cause his museum even greater losses.

However, seeing the barbaric acts of the Dark Angels and Black Templars, Tarasin could no longer tolerate it. He directly controlled the end of his scepter to transform into a uniquely shaped key and inserted it into the Spirit Exorcising Death Domain Stele.

"I will take your corpses...you ants!"

Amidst Tarachin's venomous curses, the exorcism zone was activated.

The entire Solemnas was enveloped in this soul-stripping domain. Azrael and many of the dark angels felt their movements become incredibly stiff, their usually nimble fingers frozen solid as if in the harsh winter of Fenris, completely out of their control.

The living artifacts suffered the same blow; the orcs yawned incessantly, with only a few neurotic psionic boys still alive and kicking.

Mortal soldiers from different planets, and even different times, also felt the endless cold and darkness tearing at their flesh, making them yearn even more for the warmth of a soul-warming experience.

As the pace of the battle gradually slowed, Tarasin let out a vengeful laugh, ordering his royal warriors to wound the invaders to the point of near death. He intended to dedicate his time in the future to tormenting these uninvited saboteurs.

Talathim then took control of another sarcophagus guard's body and stood in front of Azrael, sending Azrael's tightly gripped shield flying far away with a single blow.

“You have become powerless, you lowly hybrid creature.” Talathim humiliated Azrael through the mouth of the coffin guard. Azrael’s lips trembled as he found himself unable to overcome the trembling and extreme cold that gripped his body, no matter how hard he tried.

The tide of battle turned dramatically, and Azrael and the Dark Angels faced imminent annihilation. Who could grant them a miracle of victory?

Azrael closed his eyes and silently chanted the Emperor's name, wishing that he would give the dark angels the courage and strength to overcome darkness.

"Your emperor will not respond to you, because he is hard of hearing."

A faint, mocking voice rang out along with the sound of a Phase Blade piercing the air, startling Tarasin, who immediately controlled the Coffin Guard to parry.

Snapped!

Although both are phase weapons, the heavy blade shattered the Coffin Guardian's phase sword in this impact. Those fragments that could pierce through space were equally dangerous to the user, instantly leaving the Coffin Guardian covered in wounds.

Azrael lay on his back, propping himself up, wondering who had saved his life in such an emergency.

He was about to say thank you when he realized that the person standing in front of him was a complete stranger.

The square and thick Terminator armor looked exceptionally ancient, as if it had traveled from the Great Crusade era to the present.

Is this an elderly person who was imprisoned and then regained his freedom?

This was Azrael's first reaction. Komi stared at the Dark Angels' Chapter Leader for a long time before continuing to laugh, "What? Has Lion's little lion been scared out of his wits by the Necromancers?"

Chapter 178: Who Wants to Kill You? I'm thinking about obtuse angles.

Ryan's little lion?

How dare he! How dare he utter the name of their Primarch with such frivolity, insulting the warriors who fight in the name of the Emperor and the Lion King.

Azrael stood up, and Gu Jian saw that the dust and smoke from the fierce charge had almost completely dissipated.

Upon seeing more details, Azrael was shocked. The ancient and glorious elder before him was not at all a man of honor, but a traitor who appeared clean on the surface but was actually filthy to the core.

"Traitor!" Azrael roared, then prepared to charge forward and fight Komi to the death.

Gu Jian was not surprised by Azrael's attitude. He simply pointed the Phase Blade he had captured at Talassin, who was constantly using his royal authority to awaken and revive the undead army, and said, "Let's forget about our differences for now. We have a battle that belongs to humanity to win."

Komi's calm voice had an amazing soothing effect on Azrael's increasingly cold and lonely soul, instantly extinguishing his anger and making him start to think about the issue of fighting alongside the traitor to eliminate the aliens.

However, the formation of a fragile alliance requires not only internal considerations but also external pressures.

As the Dark Angels were forced to retreat step by step by the undead army, and many of their brethren turned to ashes without even having a chance to retrieve their gene seeds, Azrael reluctantly accepted the Remains Shield that Komi had thrown to him.

Without further communication, a single glance was enough to forge an alliance against the aliens.

"I will hunt you down later, you traitor."

"I like your proud and aloof spirit, little lion."

Komi continued to tease Azrael, then charged forward at the latter's angry growl.

The two phase blades were wielded so tightly that even the coffin guards with the same weapons could hardly withstand the ancient face for long.

His killings and victories undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention, and almost every warrior was silently asking who Komi really was.

But as they looked at Komi and admired his unparalleled achievements, the chilling feeling that choked their souls dissipated considerably.

“Faith,” Komi reminded him, “Faced with alien creations, only faith can protect your souls.”

Do you really have the right to say that?

The firm and powerful words made Azrael begin to doubt his life. Was the unfamiliar warrior in front of him a loyal subject of the emperor or a treacherous traitor?

Since becoming a Space Marine, he had seen and heard many times about the traitors' acts of worship. Their seemingly devout words and deeds were full of puppet-like madness and confusion, and they were not comparable to the loyal soldiers of the Empire.

While Azrael was still confused, the Black Temple, as a reminder, loudly recited the creed of the state church praising the emperor's immortal achievements. Their unison chanting drowned out the roar of guns and the footsteps of the undead army.

Under this almost blind, fanatical worship, the chilling essence of the soul truly becomes increasingly distant from them.

"This must be the Emperor's power!" the priest in the Black Sanctuary roared excitedly. "In His holy name, destroy these aliens! Let them lie back in their damned graves!"

"My God... Markus's mixed up with the Imperials." Antoine sighed, covering his face. Komi hadn't consulted with them at all when he rushed out from this corner.

"Then what do we do?" Ferren asked. "Should we kill those Corpse King's lackeys, or those space undead?"

After mourning Hela for a while, Bennett regained some composure. He looked at the unstoppable back of the ancient figure and said calmly, "Let Marcus do whatever crazy things he wants. He's been bored to death on the ship these past few days. We should focus on finding more loot from these rubble."

"Sigh... Little Elaine will be moved to tears if she sees this." Sharon said his first words of the day, and only Antoine replied with deep emotion.

"Her loyalty is worthless in these people's eyes, and who knows when her dream will end..."

The group remained hidden in the shadows, continuing their efforts to fill their beast-skin bags even fuller.

Komi then cut down countless undead warriors and approached Tarashin.

"Do you think you're a hero? Do you think your damn emperor is really protecting you?" Tarachin shouted, seemingly losing his mind in anger, but his mind was frighteningly calm and clear.

He was analyzing Koken, and all he got were a bunch of questions.

He couldn't understand why Komi could move so nimbly in the Exorcism Zone, nor could he understand why Komi could use the Phase Heavy Blade in his hand to cut through other Phase Weapons.

But what he couldn't understand even more was that Komi's body didn't give him a sense of being alive. He was more like a lump of flesh and blood controlled by something, like an enslaved being who emerged from the warp at the end of the War of Heaven.

What is this thing? A demon disguised as a Space Marine?

What is the meaning behind the recurring number 5 in the data?

Ah... damn it... warp and psionic energy are always so hard to understand, and they become even more bizarre and abstract after we lose our souls.

Just like how a congenitally blind person who cannot see the world can know the meaning of colors.

Tarasin's eyes flashed as he gripped the Staff of Annihilation, a psionic creation from the War of Heaven. Comparing it to artifacts crafted by the Old Ones was not an overestimation.

Knowing his melee skills were lacking, Tarachin would use a special function of the Emotion Annihilation Staff to eliminate Komi, who stood before him, both perplexing and irritating him.

“I assure you, I will find a Blood Miser to fully restore your body.” As soon as Tarasin finished speaking, a new undead warrior was teleported from the grave to his side.

These undead warriors also brought Tarasim a living man filled with hatred, an aged inquisitor who, upon appearing, clamored for the utter annihilation of Tarasim and his civilization.

Tarahim showed no mercy to the judge and crushed his body with his scepter.

A surge of psionic energy emanated from the Inquisitor's dead body, spreading far and wide. The Space Marines who shared the same murderous intent towards Tarashin were all affected by this psionic energy, clutching their helmets in agony and kneeling down.

It was fortunate that they were standing far away; otherwise, they would have been blown to the head by this psionic energy.

That's right, this is one of the abilities of the Shifting Annihilation Staff. After killing the target, it can also release a psionic shock to kill enemies who share the same thoughts as the target. Tarasin likes to use this weapon to clean up those grunts who have designs on him.

Koji stood there blankly, without uttering a word.

In Tarasin's eyes, this was proof that one's brain had been shattered by psionic energy fluctuations; no matter how strong a warrior was, they would die under this inescapable bombardment.

“I will study you carefully.” Tarasin’s heavy, angry tone finally softened with a hint of joy. In his view, even if Komi became a corpse, he would still have great collectible value.

Just as he was walking slowly beside Komi, indulging in the habits of a collector, the body that had been presumed dead came to life once more.

Koji punched Tarasin in the face, casually tearing off the Staff of Shifting Annihilation and an arm. Under Tarasin's surprised gaze, Koji said disdainfully, "Who was thinking of killing you?"

Chapter 179: The Value of Darius Stacking Hemorrhage on Teammates

Koji knew all too well what Tarachin was up to. He was a man who had read Tarachin's backstory and many of his stories, and there was no reason for him to be tricked by such a small detail.