Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Gang members, dressed provocatively and wildly, transformed themselves into inhuman beings and monsters, and engaged in arson, murder, and looting in the tribe.

The more elaborately equipped family guards disembarked from the hovercraft in squadrons, using loudspeakers to order the filthy mutants of the Dragonscale Tribe to give up resistance and accept the Empire's arrangements.

The people of the Dragonscale Tribe fought back fiercely, trying to protect the women and children as they evacuated the encirclement formed by these people.

Those who resisted the most fiercely were torn to pieces by several shots, and then their skulls were collected by the servants and dumped into a box of rotting flesh.

When Faya saw his tribe suffer such a calamity, his spiritual power was about to go berserk. Gu Jian quickly slapped Faya to bring the prophet, whose reason was clouded by hatred and anger, back to his senses.

"I just wanted to keep the tribe away from danger...why..." After regaining consciousness, Faya was extremely depressed. Her tears, filled with psychic energy, fell to the ground and crackled. Her dragon claws clenched tightly.

Koji looked into the distance and speculated about the strength of these people.

Gang members shouldn't be a problem; these guys probably only have any fighting ability when they're on drugs.

The main problem was that these family guards were equipped with gear that Gu Jian had never seen before, so he couldn't judge their combat strength based on his limited knowledge.

Several more explosions and death screams rang out. Faya shuddered, her somewhat dazed expression instantly hardening with unwavering hatred. Her eyes, gleaming with psychic light, fixed on Koji and his soul, and she pleaded earnestly, "Koji, please help my tribe. I promise to reveal the location of the central passage once the tribe is safe..."

Komi remained silent, but Miyan spoke first, “How can we fight an entire well-armed army? Moreover, they are an army acting in the name of the Emperor, and it would be a shameful act of rebellion for us to attack them. Not to mention, we also have this guy named Lankao, who will honestly tell us the location of the central passage.”

Lankao awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth, not daring to make any statement, fearing that he would die at the hands of Faya and Miyan, two extremely terrifying women.

Miyan's words were quite reasonable and well-founded. They were simply stranded in the bottom nest and looking for a way up. Along the way, Gu Jian killed many dangerous beasts and saved Faya from being used as a collectible and a raw material for handicrafts.

In general, the two teams are now even.

Faya bit her lip and reached out her claws toward Komi, as if she wanted to say something.

At this moment, Gu Jian turned around, his gaze calm and cold, as if he had not seen any of the disasters that the Dragonscale Tribe had suffered.

In the Red Mining World, even the Upper Nesters, who were once revered as angels by the Stones, are treated like dirt, let alone these mutants who live at the bottom.

Even if the Fayyas were devout and had a firm faith in the emperor, it was of no use at this moment; no one would have pity on them or save them.

In the terrifying world of Warhammer, where humans, demons, and aliens devour each other, weakness itself is the greatest original sin.

Falla, having lost all hope, was plunged into unbearable anguish. She gave a miserable laugh and said, "That's true... we were just strangers who met by chance. It's unreasonable to ask you to do this and that. The central passage is right here... you should go do your own thing."

After speaking, Faya walked towards the tribe like a walking corpse. She began to gradually unleash her spiritual power, which, if given enough time, could attract some powerful beings in the subspace.

Falla wanted to take the invading tribes down with her, while Miyan was determined to kill the wild psionicist. In her upbringing, an out-of-control psionicist was more terrifying than anything else, and the chaos they created could engulf the entire planet.

The atmosphere was tense, but Komi finally spoke up, "Faya, I can help you."

Mi Yang was taken aback, not understanding why Gu Jian wanted to get involved in this mess.

Komi glanced at Miyan to calm her down, then explained to the two of them simply, "Since Faust is not a forgiving guy, we might as well kill him and his henchmen now, so that we can run into less trouble when we get to the higher levels."

"What if he runs away again? Have you thought about that? Although both are troublesome, an opponent you provoke twice is definitely more troublesome than one you provoke once." Mi Yang asked seriously, frowning.

“I didn’t think about it. I think he can’t escape this time.” Gu Jian’s answer was very irresponsible, but Mi Yang couldn’t blame him for anything. He just felt that this dark and clumsy man had become so tough and unreasonable.

Falla was deeply moved by these words; timely help is more likely to be remembered.

As he watched as Faya's released spiritual power gradually receded, Komi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

His excuse was just something he came up with on the spur of the moment; the deeper reason was that he genuinely couldn't stand the lousy aristocracy of the Red Mining World.

I dared to tear apart even the fiercest and most powerful orc warlords, and I dared to fight fiercely among the orcs for three to five months without collapsing. Now I'm afraid of you worthless nobles who don't know what's good for them?

Koji felt he couldn't tolerate it, especially in this chaotic and unsupervised place.

It's nothing more than death. If you really can't win, just run away. If you can't run away, worship an evil god. If all else fails, just shout that you are a fallen angel, that Fenris has werewolves, that the Second Empire is long-lived, and that Saint Gilles and the Silent King have a top-secret deal.

With so much Warhammer knowledge in his head, how could he not find a way to survive? Since he's already in a cesspool of despair, it's impossible for him not to get some shit on him.

It's better to live more freely, and if you see someone who annoys you, find a way to kill them.

Komi rested the axe on his shoulder and said to Faya, "You'd better know a disguise spell, otherwise I'll have to figure out a way to disguise myself."

Chapter 39: The Believer Will Explain It for You

"Psionic power is truly amazing." Koji touched his new face and clicked his tongue in amazement. Falla didn't know shapeshifting magic, but she could make animal hides stick tightly to Koji's body, and they couldn't be pulled off without some force. Koji now felt that he looked a lot like Chewbacca from Star Wars.

Miyan, on the other hand, was very resistant to psychic magic, and simply wrapped his face in animal skin, leaving only his eyes exposed.

She watched Komi's retreating figure, her heart filled with hesitation.

In her view, Komi was a chosen one who received divine revelation from the Emperor, which is why he was able to behead the orc warlord through his crazy plan of infiltrating the orc ranks, thus writing a decisive chapter in the victory of the Imperial Army.

But looking at Koken's behavior now, this guy is really too audacious. Not only did he kill the Hunters, but he also tried to stop the noble families' righteous act of wiping out the mutant tribes.

What exactly is right? What exactly is wrong?

Miyan was very confused. She prayed to the emperor, but received only empty echoes.

After a long silence, she sighed and chose to obey Komi's orders, taking everything she was experiencing as a test sent down by the Emperor and blaming herself for being too mortal to grasp even a fraction of the Emperor's grand plan.

If Koji knew what Miyan was thinking, he would definitely give the Empire's religious propaganda a thumbs up. Many illogical things don't need his explanation; the fanatical believers will spontaneously fill in the logical gaps in their actions.

Just like the interactions between the fanatics Mathieu and Guilliman later on, every gesture was an instruction from the emperor; if you can't interpret it, it's simply a problem with your faith.

Komi's battle plan was very simple: divide the team into two parts, one consisting of Faya and the tribesmen, and the other consisting of Komi, Ishi, and Miyan.

Having fought for so long, the three of them had long since become so coordinated that they no longer needed to communicate verbally. They could understand each other with just a glance or a flick of their arm.

Faya, on the other hand, is more familiar with the tribespeople, and I believe she will make more reasonable arrangements.

Komi, along with Miyang and Ishi, stealthily crept over, trying to kill as many sentries as possible before the enemy discovered them, thus easing the pressure of the upcoming battle.

In the heart of the tribe, Faust stood side by side with a family security captain.

The security captain's name was Cade, a collateral descendant of the Goldfinch family, and much older than Faust.

Thanks to life-extending surgery and the help of a beautician, Kade looks like a robust young man even in his eighties.

His body parts have been mostly replaced; his arms are deformable cannons, his knees are equipped with emergency rocket engines, and his stomach has been modified into a more efficient energy decomposition bag, allowing him to efficiently ingest raw food to compensate for his body's energy loss.

These modifications were extremely expensive. If it weren't for family subsidies, trading bullets used to suppress rioters with gangs, and personally traveling to places like Xiachao and Dichao to find "fun" drugs and stimulants for the important figures in the family, he would never have had the financial resources to make such modifications.

Now he and Faust stood before the central hall of the tribe, gazing at the spectacular sight of the burning fireballs rolling upwards, and couldn't help but talk about how these tribespeople were truly a treasure bestowed by the emperor.

“We’ve already had the information you sent tested, and its medicinal value is indeed very high. Big shots from other families will pay high prices for these things.” Cade’s face, covered by a bionic skin, couldn’t help but reveal a stiff smile.

Faust, however, showed no joy. His eyes swept over each of the tribesmen who had been captured and placed in the slave cages, his only thought being to find that damned Faya among them.

Faust didn't continue the conversation with Cade, but instead asked, "There are psionicists among these guys. Did you bring any troops to deal with them?"

Cade replied curtly, "They are the troops used to deal with psionicists."

Faust looked over and saw that the security guards, dressed in armor and carrying guns, were all fair-skinned ordinary people from Shangchao, not the elites from his family who had sun exposure and a tanned complexion.

"You want to use their lives to deplete her psychic energy? This is simply..."

"Too wasteful?"

"It saves so much money."

Cade and Faust both smiled in unison. Compared to using special weapons that could suppress psionic energy, human lives were cheaper and more efficient.

The power of psionicists is not limitless. Falla was already struggling to summon a spherical shield and control the corpse of Osta.

If this group of people rushes forward, Falla will definitely suffer a psionic breakdown before he can use his psionic powers to eliminate them, burning his own head to a crisp.

“But it’s still a pity.” Faust clicked his tongue. “The skin of these unclean things is quite unique. If we could peel it off and make some handbags, it would definitely win the hearts of ladies.”

"Compared to pleasing the lady, medicine is more important. After crushing these people, we can probably produce a lot of medicine. We can reduce the content of key ingredients to create medicines of different qualities."

"But I think the chieftain would never do something so short-sighted as to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. Once the orcs are completely defeated and order is restored, the chieftain will definitely establish a protected area in this nest to specifically support the vigorous growth of this medicinal herb."

Cade's smile grew increasingly exaggerated. "That's right, the two of us will make a fortune, and our family status will rise significantly."

Faust wore a perfect smile, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes as he looked at Cade.

If my hunting expedition hadn't been ruined, what right would you, a security captain who hasn't been promoted in many years, have to talk to me?

Both had their own thoughts, but the only constant was the fact that countless people had died in the Dragon Scale Tribe, and the Emperor's Sacred Words, which was enshrined in the hall, was burned to ashes in the raging fire.

A faint sound reached Cade's mechanical ears, and after a brief analysis, he determined that it was the sound of a blade tearing through flesh.

He immediately opened his mouth wide, and his trumpet-like throat roared out a huge warning sound. At the same time, his arm transformed into an automatic cannon, ready to tear apart any possible enemies.

Seeing Cade's nervousness, Faust realized that the enemy had arrived. He clenched his fists, and the wound on his head, which had not yet healed, throbbed again.

"You filthy things, I will tear you to pieces!"

Several surging bolts of lightning responded to the alarm sounded by Cade, and Faya, protected by the tribespeople, poured bottle after bottle of potion into her mouth.

These potions are made from precious minerals rich in psionic energy from the bottom nest. They can replenish the depletion of psionicists, but the side effects are also quite obvious.

After this battle, Falla's limbs will be disconnected for a long time, and it may take several years to recover.

However, at this critical moment for the tribe's survival, her own safety was no longer important. She unleashed a surge of spiritual energy, striking the hovercraft flying overhead with bolts of lightning.

Chapter 40: Cowards will die in fear

Using a massive amount of psychic energy, Falla's claws shifted towards the direction of the charred remains. Supernatural lightning capable of instantly killing an ordinary person also coursed through her claws, illuminating their internal structure for onlookers.

The pain endured was worthwhile. The power of the psionic lightning was immense. Although it wasn't enough to tear apart the hovercraft in the air, it prevented this massive mechanical construct from providing much assistance to the family's security on the ground.

The security personnel inside are hidden deep within the hovercraft; anyone who gets too close to the outer shell will be drawn in by psionic lightning and electrocuted into a charred corpse.

Koken wandered the ground, and as he judged, these seemingly intimidating gang members had no formidable fighters; each one was an addict suffering from the terrible environment of the underworld and the corrosive effects of various drugs.

Aside from their madness and fearlessness of pain and death, these gang members are not even as good as a bunch of scoundrels.

The machete roamed among the gang members, each strike sending a brightly colored head flying high into the air.

For these gang members, the one who slaughtered them bit by bit was not a living person, but a non-human being raised by the Dragonscale Tribe, a bloodthirsty beast covered in thick fur.

More and more heads, more and more blood.

Faced with the hellish scene, Komi felt no emotion, no disgust or trembling, no ecstasy or enjoyment.

It's just a mechanical killing spree, killing to complete a mission.

It's like a gamer who, in order to get a small item, can expressionlessly slaughter all the creatures in the world and then start all over again.

The gang leader stood in front of Komi, staring intently at him. His arm had been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic, and his muscles were acquired through drugs and surgery. At this moment, the gang leader looked even less like a normal human being than the people of the Dragonscale Tribe.

The eldest brother roared and charged towards Kojima Wuwei, his eyes not clear at all.

Koji didn't bother to think about the gang leader's story. He swung his axe at the gang leader's shoulder, almost splitting him in two.