Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

They were indeed enhanced in strength and speed to the point that they could hold their own against Space Marines, but their physical strength was not much greater than that of ordinary people.

The chainsaw axe didn't stop; the cutting was so easy that he took the opportunity to slash at another teammate of the bishop's guard.

The fifth strike instantly killed two bishop guards, greatly deterring those who had underestimated Koga.

There are 18 people left...

Komi silently counted, and continued his fierce attack while riding the momentum of killing two people in one strike.

Realizing that their indestructible swords might break, the bishops' guards posed a significantly reduced threat to Komi.

He would rather gamble on luck to dodge Komi's heavy slash than use his longsword to block it and create an opportunity for his teammates to attack.

The more you retreat, the faster death will come.

These bishop guards adapted to Komi's fighting rhythm, and Komi was just as familiar with these bishop guards.

Staying in a room and training with dummies is ultimately not as effective as chopping down living creatures. Komi's chainsaw axe can quickly detect the direction in which these bishop guards dodge and tear them in half.

17...16...

The bishop's guards, who had been nurtured for a century and whose genes required constant screening, all became victims of Komi's axe, which angered and saddened the gene-stealing patriarch.

At the behest of this hidden beast, the Genestealer Bishop brandished her scepter, drawing upon a torrent of psychic energy to deliver a fatal blow to Komi.

The purple gaze was fixed on Komi, warming his bodily fluids and causing his blood to boil in his veins.

Faced with the threat of psychic magic, the only countermeasure Komi could take was to release his own blood.

He used to have to cut his wrists, but now he doesn't need to, because the World Eater's armor comes with a bloodletting function, fully satisfying Khorne's creed of not caring where the blood comes from.

The straw was inserted directly into the artery, and a large amount of blood was drawn out and finally poured onto the surface of the armor.

The purple and red blood mingled together, forming a shield that only worked on Komi, effectively blocking the boiling blood magic.

The bishop, the gene-stealer, was still working hard in the distance, extracting every bit of spiritual energy from his body and channeling it into Komi.

However, she could only sense that Komi's body was like a black hole, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not fill it with spiritual energy.

Finally, she sighed, and in an instant, she looked hundreds of years older, dying with her body full of wrinkles and withered.

As Komi bathed in his own blood, he felt himself growing stronger with each fight. His eyes turned bloodshot, and the murderous desire that filled his muscles surged, ultimately compensating for the weakness caused by the loss of blood.

All the bishop's guards were killed, their corpses piled up at Gu Jian's feet, and the murderous aura made Bennett and Antoine, who were in the distance, feel their hearts pound.

Gu Jian felt a surge of resentment in his chest, and he wanted to roar it out.

So he turned his megaphone volume up to the maximum and roared at the fearless cultists who continued to charge at him.

This roar silenced all the gunfire and, like an unstoppable storm, swept over the believers, forcing them to retreat step by step.

They trembled instinctively, but their morale did not completely collapse due to the control of the gene thieves.

However, that roar was enough, and the clan leader, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally appeared before Gu Jian.

This beast, which uses the Hive Mind to control all its followers, is six meters tall and has an exceptionally hard carapace. Even a Space Marine's bomb gun would require continuous firing to wound it.

His limbs are covered in sharp claws that can easily tear through the Terminator's thick armor. He also possesses cunning and psionic talent bestowed by the will of the hive.

From any perspective, this beast must be treated with extreme caution, otherwise the roles of hunter and prey could be reversed in an instant.

The entire battlefield fell silent for the two powerful beings. The believers prayed fervently to their chieftain, beseeching the angels sent by the four-armed god-king to destroy their enemies.

The Sanctuary Guards stared blankly at Komi, clutching the Emperor's statue in their hands, grateful that the Emperor had sent angels to protect the Sanctuary from the defilement of the aliens.

However, only one deity truly turned his gaze to this place.

Khorne, the god of war and blood.

Chapter 101: A Fierce Attack on Second Brother's Certain Point

The angry roar, like the curse, pierced the thin barrier between reality and the warp, drawing some of Khorne's attention.

The waterfall of blood wove together the figure of Komi, but Khorne could not see through the essence of the soul within Markarth's body. Therefore, he merely chuckled softly, rejoicing in the eternal enslavement of the World Eater by him.

The gods have no pity for the living. To them, the living are like cheap chess pieces that a few dollars can buy dozens of kilograms of. They are pleasing to the eye when arranged neatly, but they don't feel too bad if they are all thrown away.

The patriarch growled at Komi, summoning a pure-blooded gene stealer whose mission was to spread the swarm's infection, making more planets unable to resist the hive's will to devour them in the future harvest.

Therefore, he will not choose to have a one-on-one duel with Komi, but will only use all his advantages to kill the enemies who hinder him from completing his mission.

“Be careful of these claws,” Antoine warned. They had fought against gene stealers and were well aware of the fighting capabilities of these ugly insects.

Knowing the setup, Komi naturally didn't need Antoine's reminder. He gathered his strength, waiting for Bennett and Antoine to come to his side for cover before unleashing it.

The clan leader roared and led the purebloods towards Gu Jian and his two companions.

Although Space Marines are like giants in the eyes of mortals, they are like children in front of this six-meter-tall chieftain.

Komi's attack swung upwards, while the clan leader's slash pressed down, even managing to apply his exaggerated weight to those sharp claws.

The momentary contact made Komi feel a sense of foreboding. The chainsaw axe felt as if it had been crushed by the chassis of a tank, almost exhausting all of Komi's strength.

Bennett and Antoine, standing nearby, were fighting against the purebloods. The two were able to defeat these inhuman monsters, but it would take them some time.

His entire body and armor creaked under the immense pressure. The clan leader's eyes, fixed on Gu Jian, flashed with purple psionic light. If Gu Jian hadn't been protected by his blood, he would have suffered the psionic intimidation.

The clan leader's two hands reached out to grab Komi's waist; if they succeeded, they could easily slice Komi in half.

In a flash, Komi dodged desperately, pushing the Space Marine's reaction speed to its limit.

This allowed him to escape the chieftain's ambush, but it also caused his chainsaw axe to be knocked to the ground.

At this point, Komi only had his fists and a tactical dagger at his waist as weapons.

Khorne, observing the battle, couldn't help but exhale a breath of boredom. What a disgrace it was to have one's weapon knocked away by the enemy in battle! The man before him, Markus, was not even worthy of his attention.

Now Khorne only hopes for one thing to happen: the epic scene of the chieftain capturing Markarth and bathing him in his blood.

Meanwhile, Komi's comrades, Bennett and Antoine, shouted for a retreat after killing several purebloods, clearly believing that Komi and they could not defeat this powerful clan leader.

Despite their tension, Koji remained remarkably calm. The chainsaw axe that had fallen in front of the clan leader was not worth his effort to retrieve. He simply counted the number of attacks he had made on the clan leader before reaching for the tactical dagger at his waist.

Koji didn't forget his spear-throwing skills. When the clan leader charged at him again, he threw his dagger to distract him, while simultaneously retreating to pick up the fragments of the longsword on the ground.

The dagger pierced the air with incredible speed. Although the clan leader reacted in time, he was unable to adjust his movements at such a short distance.

The tactical dagger with a single molecular blade was embedded in the chieftain's hard carapace, but this injury was nothing to the chieftain.

Khorne was even more disappointed in Komi, clearly mistaking his throwing of the dagger as a panicked reaction.

A coward! A wimp! A weakling with poor skills!

Khorne berated Komi's foolishness, his eyes blazing with fury. If this fellow had truly escaped the chieftain's clutches, he would surely have sent his hounds to tear him to shreds.

The weak and cowards do not deserve to live!

Khorne firmly believed this.

Koji was unaware that his fate had already been written by Khorne. He picked up the broken sword fragments and kept throwing them at the clan leader.

Finally, when the attack count was approaching five again, Gu Jian thought about making the most of the next critical hit and trying to make the broken sword pierce the clan leader's joint.

It is better to cut off one finger than to injure all ten.

As long as the clan leader's number of arms is equal to Komi's, he is confident that he can subdue this monster in close combat.

The broken sword was about to leave his hand. Without dodging, the clan leader charged straight at Komi. He had already confirmed from the previous attacks that Komi's throw was nothing but a futile struggle.

Since that's the case, there's no need to waste time.

However, this erroneous judgment was not corrected by the clan chief until the broken sword was close to him. In desperation, he could only turn his body to the side and brace it against his front, tensing his muscles to make the carapaces overlap.

The broken sword pierced deep into the ground, so deep that even the hilt was no longer visible. Only a heavy sniper rifle supplied to Space Marines could have such powerful penetrating force.

Taking advantage of the clan leader's panic, Koji adjusted his position and pressed close to him, delivering several powerful punches to the clan leader's leg with its joints reversed.

The two fists stacked five times faster than the chainsaw axe, and the continuous heavy punches shattered the chieftain's thigh, causing him to howl in pain and violently whip his tail towards Komi.

Koken, who wasn't greedy, had already prepared to retreat. With a quick leap, he dodged the clan leader's fierce tail whip.

He shook the bits of flesh off his fist and once again searched for the broken sword in the pile of corpses, throwing it at the already wounded clan leader.

When faced with a colossal creature, the safest course of action is to drain its blood.

The chieftain's speed was obviously not as fast as before after losing a leg, but the hive's tough body was rapidly repairing his injury.

The biomass accumulated in the body was urgently extracted and then transformed into omnipotent cells to repair the leg injury.

In order to speed up this process, the chieftain even threw severed limbs and corpses on the ground into his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them while fighting.

However, this kind of repair must ultimately follow the logic of biological growth and development. As long as Koken maintains the current attack frequency, he can wear down the clan leader.

Komi's ingenious fighting style did not offend Khorne. While he admired wide-ranging offensives, he also appreciated the superb skills displayed by the warriors.

What Khorne truly abhorred was the weakness and cowardice in the face of battle, and the opportunistic use of power that did not belong to him.

For example, Khorne was quite annoyed by the impact of psionic spells on combat.

A bloody, head-on battle was transformed into a bizarre magic show by the intervention of magic. The valiant warriors were frozen in their armor by the spell and then died dishonorably in the lightning.

As Korne watched Komi slowly peel away the skin and bones of the clan leader, he couldn't help but chuckle on his throne. However, this was not enough to make Korne look at Komi with new respect.

To gain special attention from Khonma, Komi needs to do more.

Chapter 102: Hands Must Always Be Stained with Blood

The clan chief was panting heavily, his purple blood splattering on the ground. His massive body was riddled with holes, resembling a gruesome mound of broken swords.

Koken had already thrown all the broken swords he could find at the clan leader; now was the time to deliver the final blow to this beast.

Clench your fists and step forward.

The clan chief flicked his tail, which Komi easily dodged, and mocked the clan chief's growing weakness with laughter.

A fist slammed into the chieftain's wound, driving the broken sword, half of which was sticking out, deep inside.

The clan leader roared shrilly, his sharp claws lunging at Komi.

With speed and power far inferior to when they first clashed, Komi didn't even want to waste time and energy dodging, insisting that his fists could outpace the clan leader's attacks.

With a series of punches, several broken swords were driven into the man's body, and the clan leader was forced back a few steps. His claws only left deep dents on Komi's armor.

The chieftain adopted a defensive stance, his sharp claws protecting his body like a hedgehog covered in quills.