Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

No blood, no flesh.

Only hard, vibrating bone wood...

This job feels more like a punishment from the God of Blood.

Vashtor and Demas worked together to transport thousands of containers from the warship to the great demon. "The goods ordered by the Blood God have arrived."

The great demon stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Vashtor, and then strode heavily toward him, carrying his double-edged axe.

"I am the masked one, Bone Splitter... What goods have you brought?"

Each time the Khorne demon uttered a sound, it drew more blood and sulfurous fumes onto Vashtor. Vashtor's only resistance was to use the industrial fumes exhaled from the chimney behind him to shield himself from the fumes.

The containers were opened one by one, filled with engine bases that had not yet been filled with demons. The masked man knew how to use these engine bases and immediately ordered a team of vampires to enter them.

The vampires were unwilling, and their slow movements aroused the wrath of the masked man. With a single, fierce slash of his double-edged axe, dozens of vampires were dismembered on the spot.

The vampires entered the demon engines. Vashtor hadn't considered comfort when creating these engines; the cables were like venomous snakes, and the connectors were their sharp teeth, brutally biting and connecting to the vampires. Then the engines started running, fueled by the demons' pain.

Hearing the commotion outside, the people hidden inside the container began to formulate their battle plan.

“Perhaps we should leave here.” Sharon smiled wryly, his eyes blinking faster than usual, revealing his nervousness and unease.

Even with the helmet obscuring her view, Bennett still coldly pointed out Sharon's vulnerability, "What's wrong, Sharon? Are you scared? Are you afraid that once this curse of life and death is lifted, you'll be eliminated because of your incompetence?"

“I…I didn’t mean that. I was just thinking about our safety. He’s a bloodthirsty maniac, and there’s an army of millions of blood soldiers right outside that gate.” Sharon’s smile was forced, and a few beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Antoine placed his hand on Sharon's back, gently stroking him to remind him that he had never forgotten the agonizing emptiness he had to endure after his senses were taken away.

Even before the war began, the people inside were filled with anxiety.

Even if Ferren didn't speak up to dissuade the others from the already undeniable conflict, Komi knew he had to step in and stop it.

“Shut up, Bennett,” Komi said in a deep voice, which sounded more like a threat than a piece of advice. “What Sharon did before is not our concern now. We should focus on the present and think about how to defeat that powerful bloodthirsty madman.”

Bennett clicked his tongue and turned his head away without saying a word.

Komi slapped Antoine's arm away as he tried to touch her buttocks, and then, in the tone of a master, reprimanded Antoine for obeying her orders.

Koji had no idea how Antoine's servility had developed to this point. He only knew that after Antoine was severely reprimanded, he was stunned for a moment, and then a strange, arousing scent emanated from the depths of his armor.

The emperor's son is truly...

Koji was speechless. At this moment, Ferren stepped forward to play the good guy, putting his arms around Sharon and Bennett and saying, "Even without the curse, can we still be brothers?"

“Who would consider you a brother…” Bennett said dismissively.

"We can definitely find Hela together. Who knows Hela's temperament better than us? Once you leave the Losers' Clan and build up your own power, will they tolerate your love for Hela like we do?"

“You don’t understand at all…” Bennett replied dismissively, but his tone was no longer as cold as before, carrying a hint of helpless gentleness.

Seeing that Bennett was calm, Komi pulled Sharon aside and promised him, "Listen, Sharon, for the sake of our past battles, I will never do anything to betray you. Once the curse is lifted, you are free to go wherever you want."

"I..." Sharon was unable to explain the complex emotions in his heart to Komi, and could only nod to Komi to indicate that he would do his best in the upcoming battle.

Outside the container.

The chainsaws mounted on those engine mounts were clearly more efficient, and the masked man let out a heavy laugh as he watched more wood chips and twigs being produced by the demonic engines.

His laughter was abruptly interrupted by a murderous intent fixed on him. Years of hacking at bone-hard wood that offered no resistance had greatly diminished his strength, but it hadn't completely robbed him of his ability to be aware of his surroundings.

"Who!" the masked man shouted angrily, and then he saw many flying knives being shot at him by Komi.

Throwing knives clanged and clattered against his brass mask, with only those that landed critical hits leaving any marks on the extremely sturdy mask.

"Betrayal!" The masked man's next roar was aimed at Vashtor, but Vashtor was already prepared. He held the contract in front of him, pointed to the clauses with his finger, and explained.

“This batch of products has a defect rate of 0.00005%, and that is the problem you need to deal with, as clearly stated in the contract.”

"Gulp...cough..." The double-edged axe, which was about to chop down on Vashtor's head, stopped in mid-air. The masked man could not possibly ignore the Khorne Seal on the contract.

If Vashtor had done this on Taobao, he would have been condemned by consumers the very next day. But in this warp, betrayal and betrayal between demons are as common as breathing, so Vashtor's move wasn't really that bad.

Left with no other choice, the masked man turned to attack Komi and the others. The thick blood energy condensed from the sharpness of the double-edged axe transformed into a scarlet veil, stirring up the curses deep within the souls of Komi and the others.

Chapter 188: That guy came as soon as he smelled it.

These great demons, blessed by the gods, were all enormous. Even when Komi rushed up to the masked man, he was only about the same height as the joints of his beast-like hooves.

The surging power seemed even more terrifying given his enormous size, but Komi was not afraid of the double-edged axe that came slashing at him. He had made ample preparations for this battle.

He tucked the trade license, stained with the emperor's blood, into his belt, ready to be used at any time to intimidate the demons.

Komi didn't forget the severely damaged but extremely ancient golden gauntlet either, and had Demas equip it on his Terminator power armor. Although the power gauntlet couldn't activate the disintegration field, its ancient age had endowed it with the properties of a relic, making it far more effective against these demons than anything else.

Not to mention that the ancient coin hanging around his neck had been recharged twice during the voyage, and Koken never thought that he would be defeated by a bloodthirsty monster that chopped bone wood for the Blood God, even with so many sacred artifacts and relics.

At this moment, only the weapon in his hand could not satisfy Komi. The finely crafted power sword was as powerless as a toothpick when facing the huge, bloodthirsty berserker. Every slash and cut only shaved off a little bit of his flesh.

The masked man was enraged by betrayal, pain, and bloodshed, which caused his body to be enveloped in a ball of flames that scorched Komi's body and soul.

In the fight against the Blood God's forces, it was almost inevitable to become tainted with the same bloodlust as them. Many powerful Space Marines succumbed to this desire and eventually became butchers who sacrificed themselves to the Blood God.

However, just as Koken was not defeated by Nurgle's plague, nor hardened by Slaanesh's lust, nor could he comprehend the changes constructed by Tzeentch's power, the bloodthirsty smell emanating from the flames could not drive Koken mad; it only made him feel somewhat noisy.

I've been dodging and slashing for dozens of rounds, and my passive skill has been triggered twice in this exchange.

The masked man's leg had been chopped off by Koken, leaving only bare bones, but he remained agile. Every low-level blood demon under his control was forced to offer their blood to heal his wounds.

Vashtor stood aside; as a businessman, he would never interfere in the battle between his customers and his goods.

Fortunately, the demons who had just been connected to the engine base were not used to this new power, and they were defeated one after another under the attacks of Bennett, Antoine, Faylen and others.

Sharon also honed a special skill in his long-term work of whipping the demon engines inside the ships. His runic whip could always bypass the defenses of these demon engines and strike them, branding the marks of enslavement onto the outer shell of the demon engines.

The masked man roared and his violent horizontal slash forced Gu Jian to retreat.

Komi was holding a critical strike weapon in his hand at the moment, but he really didn't dare to use it to have a solid clash with the masked man's double-edged axe.

If the axe were to crack and shatter due to this passive action, how could his curse be lifted?

We must defeat this demon and seize his weapons.

Several more throwing knives struck the masked man's brass mask. During the previous battle, Koken had a vague feeling that the demon's weakness lay beneath the mask.

The mask was now riddled with more wounds from the throwing knives. The masked man roared in anger at Komi's harassment and swung his double-edged axe down at Komi's head.

At that moment, Koji revealed a corner of the trade license. The scent of the Emperor's blood startled the masked man, which then turned into an uncontrollable fear that made him tremble all over.

Taking advantage of the masked man's momentary stiffness, Koji immediately leaped forward to the masked man's chest, thrusting his finely crafted power sword into the demon's heavily armored chest. Then, using the hilt of the power sword, he climbed up, reaching within an arm's length of the brass hood.

The masked man realized the danger and hurriedly reached out to try to pull Komi off him. Komi grabbed the masked man's brass armor with both hands to stabilize himself, and then in desperation, he slammed his headbutt hard on the masked man's brass mask.

This headbutt brought no favors; the buzzing vibrations from his forehead to his brain made Komi dizzy, but he continued to move, forcing himself to headbutt the masked man again and again, and by sheer willpower, he managed to force a hole in the brass mask.

Beneath the mask lay a soft, fleshy skull, a stark contrast to the massive mountain of muscles it controlled. The jellyfish-jelly-like head was riddled with sharp fragments of the brass mask, and its furious roar carried a hint of fear.

"Get away from me!" the masked man roared at Komi, grabbing him with both hands and pulling him down with all his might.

Koken would not do as he wished, breaking free of the fingers binding his body and leaping onto the brass mask to deliver the final blow.

The masked person swayed precariously, about to collapse as heavily as a tree.

The gleaming golden gauntlet slammed into the gap, firmly gripping the remaining part of the masked man's head and tearing it off.

This immense pain coalesced into a roar of existential doubt that echoed to the ends of the sky, while the body, deprived of the control of its head, lost all vitality, lying motionless on its back like a hard stone.

Koji took a few breaths and felt that eliminating this bloodthirsty madman known as the Masked One was really easy. He didn't even need to use the properties of the ancient coins to trade his life with this demon.

“You are too weak, Masked One. Chopping down the Bonewood has left you breathless and your arms weak.”

"You bastard... your victory was nothing but a sneak attack!" The head, clenched in the gauntlet, cursed Komi.

Koji glanced at it, then nonchalantly slurped the head down and swallowed it.

Hmm... It has a jelly-like texture and a strawberry flavor.

The masked man disappeared after entering Koji's stomach, creating a psionic energy fluctuation that permeated the entire sawmill. This weakened the demon engines and low-level demons, making them even more vulnerable to Bennett and his group's pursuit.

The lingering fruity sweetness on his lips and teeth made Komi feel nostalgic. Then he focused his gaze on the huge double-edged axe, considering how to use it to break the curse that bound them together in life and death.

“Vashtor, you…”

As Komi asked, Vashtor turned his head and coldly replied, "I refuse to answer any questions about the product."

Is this his way of avoiding suspicion? Is he afraid of incurring the Blood God's wrath?

Koken wasn't very clear about the rules among demons, but seeing Vashtor's appearance, he didn't ask too many questions. He simply tried to lift the double-edged axe, which was much larger than himself.

As Koji attempted to lift the axe, the Blood God Khorne, who was looking at him because of the scent of the Emperor's blood, revealed a meaningful smile.

"It seems... you still have some unnecessary hesitation in your heart."

Chapter 189: I've decided to put some pressure on you.

Khorne tapped his fingers on the armrest of the throne as he commented, focusing more on the trade license that had intimidated the masked man so much that he dared not touch it.

The realm of blood was always under Khorne's surveillance, much like a human with normal sense of touch perceives their own body. Although Khorne wouldn't often lower his head to examine it closely, he could instantly cast his gaze upon it if anything happened.

The scent of the Emperor's blood so easily attracted Khorne's attention. The last time He had smelled blood that smelled so good was when Horus and the Emperor were fighting a life-or-death battle for the future of mankind on the War of Vengeance.

Even when dried up... the quality of this blood remains uncorrupted by time...

Khorne closed his eyes, savoring the scent swirling around his nose, longing for the day when the Emperor would abandon his meaningless protective feelings towards humanity and become a new god of the Warp, engaging in a pure and utter battle with Him.

However, now is not a good time to smell the Emperor's blood, especially since the smell of blood is coming from Komi.

Khorne didn't bother to think about what Koken was doing at the sawmill in Bonewood Forest. He had never cared much about this kind of exile place on the edge of the Blood Domain. He was only concerned about how Koken, a Space Marine who was practically pickled by warp energy, could touch the Emperor's blood without any protection and survive.

That's the blood of an emperor; even when dried, it can easily sweep away demons and incinerate traitors.

Even the most powerful and arrogant wizards need to make ample preparations to dilute the immense divinity of the blood before performing rituals using the Emperor's blood. Using the Emperor's blood rashly will only bring about their own destruction.

As Komi and his comrades discussed how to use the giant double-edged axe to cut through the curse, Khorne suddenly smiled. He felt that he understood the key to Komi's immortality, which was granted by the Emperor's bloodline.

That is, the emperor wanted to intercept it, to trick Komi from the hands of His God of War and Blood and into his own hands.

"Hehehe... How ridiculous you are..." Khorne couldn't help but chuckle at the Emperor's daydreaming. As one of the gods born in the Warp, He clearly understood the workings of the Warp better than the later-born Slaanesh and the Emperor who had not yet become a god.

What is the greatest lie that has spread throughout the human empire?

For Khorne, at least, nothing could be more true than the statement that all warriors loyal to the Emperor would return to the throne.

Humans have no idea what cruelty awaits them after death; they simply cling to this well-intentioned lie and make a meaningless struggle among the despairing stars.