Warhammer 40k: Unrivaled in Melee

"Your marksmanship is abysmal. Even an Ork with half a brain wouldn't miss that badly," scoffs Sergeant Miyan, a native of Cadia. Gu Jian can only scratch his head in embarrassment before retorting, "At least my melee skills are decent." "Indeed, your close-quarters combat prowess is impressive." The voice responding to Gu Jian is not Miyan’s, but rather that of a hazy, blood-red silhouette emerging from the Warp. From that moment on, the Gods of Chaos turn their gaze toward Gu Jian. Khorne anticipates the fresh blood he will offer; Nurgle waits for him to spread the ultimate creed of decay; Slaanesh revels in his creatively vulgar jokes; and Tzeentch hesitates, weighing whether to invest in the essence of change that Gu Jian represents. Amidst endless battles and rivers of blood, a mysterious voice whispers in Gu Jian’s ear—the enigmatic Fifth God. "Accept my blessing, and obey my will."