American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

253. For humanity!

The skies in Mexico are a bit gloomy.

It seemed as if a heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time was about to come.

Just beneath the shadow of a large delivery truck.

Molten silver liquid was constantly rolling in a handmade crucible made of carapace.

At this moment, old John with a neatly trimmed white beard.

He is using the robotic arm he just installed.

His movements easily stirred the boiling and bubbling metal solution.

Then, he picked up a melee weapon that was made of plastic steel and was similar in shape to the Catachan saber and started the silver plating work.

Looking around, it's all around Old John.

Hundreds of silver-plated plastic steel sabers have been put on display.

At this moment, Bucky, whose eyes were painted black with oil paint, walked up to Old John.

He didn't speak immediately, but knelt down.

He began to stare at the other person's repeated handiwork and was slightly lost in thought.

"Boy, why are you so stunned! Have you finished counting the personnel and supplies?"

Old John scolded Bucky without raising his head:

"With your current attitude, if you were thrown into the Asgard Legion, you would be severely whipped!"

"Old man, can't I just relax for a while?"

Bucky came back to his senses and rolled his eyes at Old John angrily.

He was silent again and said in a low tone:

"David told me that this time it is a very difficult mission... We need to rely on a thousand people, including automatic servo robots, to fight against an almost unlimited number of fanatical believers, and at the same time evacuate innocent civilians... I am I’m afraid that by the time the battle is over, there won’t be many brothers left around me.”

Hearing Bucky's demoralizing words.

Old John, who was silver-plating the plastic steel saber, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He turned his head and glanced at the other party, and said angrily:

"You can ask those little guys now, which one of them has the idea of retreating? In the past, they were just a group of idle gangsters. It was the Rorschach boy who gathered them, gave them the best training and treatment, and strengthened them. Isn’t their physique and upgrading of their weapons and equipment just for today’s situation?”

"Boy Rorschach is still too young... When we old guys followed God King Odin to conquer the nine realms, similar situations happened more than once, but God King Odin launched the extermination attack without much hesitation. A terrorist attack, let alone hundreds of thousands of people, so what if a planet was destroyed? If there was no resolute decision, where would the God King Odin be now? "

"How can this be the same? At that time, you conquered the nine realms and were invaders! Now we are destroying aliens and saving mankind! There is no comparison in terms of origin and meaning!"

Bucky stood up slowly with a frown on his face.

He retorted to Old John:

"And, judging from the seventy-two hour limit, I think Captain is already prepared for that... I mean prepared for mass destruction."

"So, we must persist until the end to save..."

However, just when Bucky wanted to continue talking.

The violent sound of wheels crushing the ground clearly reached his ears.

"The automatic servo robots and fighter servitors that David mentioned have arrived..."

Bucky, who was mumbling to himself, suddenly took a deep breath.

He raised his neck.

Shout loudly to the gloomy sky:

"Everyone gather! Prepare to fight!"

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Inside the brightly lit base hall.

Tony, who was scolded by Rorschach, fell completely silent.

He frowned and sat in front of the metal round table in a daze.

Godless eyes stared straight at the real-time pictures that were gradually reflected in Iron Man David's eyes.

That was the scene where the two teams that had just completed their rendezvous were making final preparations.

At this moment, more than 500 automatic servo robots have been reinstalled with ultraviolet lights.

The gang dogs wearing carapace also casually inspected the silver-plated melee weapons, and then inserted them into their waists.

At the same time, flamethrowers were completely assigned to each team.

Wait until everything is done.

Bucky with a solemn expression and Old John wearing thick carapace stood at the front of the entire team.

They didn't speak, they just raised their hands and patted the metal helmets.

He signaled to Iron Man David, who was watching remotely.

At the same time, Iron Man David walked to Rorschach's side.

It shook its metal head and leaned forward slightly, saying to Rorschach:

"My lord, the network signal is still strong, you can speak to them."

"Oh, I see."

Rorschach took a deep breath and stood up from the metal round table.

He stared at the scene projected above the metal round table and said in a deep voice:

"This is an underground base, and I am your commander-in-chief Rorschach."

"Today, all of you will face an extremely difficult war...Everyone you see in the future may be an enemy of the alien sect, or maybe just an innocent civilian."

"Even if you are fully prepared, you will encounter more complex environments and situations."

"Some of you will die today, on the battlefield, in a foreign country..."

"I obviously don't need you to go to the battlefield, a tactical nuclear bomb can easily solve the current problem... But I still did it, because I don't want the words and slogans I told you in person to become lies!"

"You are the first line of defense for mankind in the face of numerous crises! We are fighting to save the future of mankind!"

"And everyone you save today will be the future of mankind! Every drop of blood you shed today will not be wasted easily!"

"They may be just a group of pitiful and pathetic poor people in the eyes of others, but in my eyes, they should be treated equally... They have one and only one identity!"

"That is... human!"

"And today, we fight for humanity again!"

"For humanity-"

"For the Emperor-"

At this moment, as Rorschach's sonorous words echoed inside and outside the screen.

Not only thousands of miles away, every gang dog subconsciously straightened his back.

Even Eric the Blade Warrior sitting next to the metal round table and Tony, who had a solemn expression, breathed a little heavier.

And just when everyone's attention was completely focused on the projected image and Rorschach.

Click!

The precision bolt gun and plasma pistol in the equipment room suddenly shook.

Then, wisps of ethereal black mist quickly drilled out of the guns.

It gradually condensed into an illusory figure wearing golden power armor.