Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

"Your marksmanship is terrible. Even an orc with half a brain missing couldn't outline a human body like that."
This is how Sergeant Miyan, who came from Kadia, complained.
Gu Jian could only awkwardly scratch his head and then answer.
"At least, I'm pretty good at close combat."
"Yes, your close-combat skills are quite good."
The one who answered Komi was not Miyang.
Instead, it was a hazy, blood-red shadow in the subspace.
...
Since.
The gods of the subspace turned their gaze toward Komi.
Khorne hoped he would shed more blood for him.
Nagur awaits him to spread the ultimate creed of decay for himself.
Slaanesh laughed hysterically at his wildly imaginative and lewd jokes.
The cunning, in his indecisiveness, invests his capital in the very essence of change.
Amidst endless battles and bloodshed, a voice rang in Komi's ears.
That was the mysterious and unknown Fifth God.
“Receive my grace and obey my will.”