American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Boom boom boom——

The metal pellets from the shotgun shattered the emaciated bodies of several frustrated people.

The metal projectile that partially penetrated was also quickly embedded in the body of a blood worshiping priest.

He didn't wait for the other party to react from the pain of being shot.

Old John casually pulled out the silver-plated saber from his waist and rushed towards the enemy like an extremely ferocious old lion!

I saw him raising the knife and lowering it. With just one knife, he chopped off the head of the blood-worshipping priest!

Then, Old John, who moved quickly, didn't even give the opponent a chance to condense a bloody human form from the smelly blood everywhere!

crackling——

A frozen grenade fell out of his hand quickly.

The ground within a few meters of radius was covered with bloody icicles piercing upwards in the blink of an eye!

The ubiquitous extreme cold temperatures also quickly destroy special activity in nearby blood.

The blood worshiping priest has completely lost his only hope for resurrection!

And with the real death of the blood worshiping priest in front of him.

The frustrated people around them who were manipulated by the other party also completely stopped their offensive behavior.

They either stood there with dull expressions, slowly shedding tears of blood, or they fell to the ground and died instantly, losing signs of life.

"Oh, even though I have seen it countless times, I still can't bear to see these civilians shedding blood and tears. Boys, give them a good time!"

Old John shook his head slightly and took a deep breath of dirty air.

With a heavy expression, he turned and shouted softly to the gang dogs surrounding the battlefield.

And heard Old John's order.

More than twenty gang dogs quickly put away their silver-plated sabers.

They raised their laser firearms again and pulled the triggers without hesitation.

Chi chi chi——

The scorching lasers of blue light mixed with red light easily penetrated the flesh and blood bodies of a large number of heartless people.

It also ended their long-lasting pain.

"The current area should have been cleared. Let's stop advancing temporarily and wait for the team behind to catch up. The distance into the slums this time is too far... Search the surrounding buildings horizontally. If you find there are still If there are civilians, evacuate them as soon as possible. There is no need to join me!"

Old John, whose crimson beard trembled slightly, scanned the unfamiliar surroundings with his one eye.

He raised the mechanical arm that was clenched into a fist and waved it vigorously.

After the gang dogs were divided into groups of five, they quickly dispersed towards the surrounding low buildings.

Old John, whose expression became much more relaxed, suddenly took out a handful of ammunition from inside the thick carapace.

He unhurriedly loaded the shotgun.

Hissssss——

At this moment, the surrounding dirty soil was soaked with the blood of the enemy.

A series of extremely thin blood veins suddenly extended out.

These bloodshot veins that seemed to have special activity quietly and quickly gathered towards Old John's position!

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However, just when strands of extremely insidious bloodshot veins were about to reach Old John's feet.

Old John, who had just loaded his shotgun, suddenly jumped up on the spot, rising several meters!

At the same time, a freezing grenade that had been pulled away from the ring at some point has quietly landed!

crackling——

Accompanied by a crisp burst of sound.

Countless blood-colored icicles leaning outward burst into bloom like a magnificent flower.

The rapidly spreading extremely cold temperature also completely covered an area of ​​several meters in radius, extinguishing those very strange bloodshot veins!

boom!

The next moment, a pair of combat boots made of carapace heavily trampled into pieces of bloody ice.

Old John's tall body suddenly fell to the ground.

He blinked his one eye slightly.

Staring coldly at the dim alley not far away, he said with a sneer.

"Haha... Come out, little guy. Before the last battle ended, I noticed the smell of blood on your body. Otherwise, how could I have let those boys leave early? Not to reduce their casualties. …”

Old John just finished speaking.

A very hot Mexican woman with a golden scepter in her slender palm slowly walked out of the hiding place.

She was wearing a dark red robe that was obviously more exquisite and gorgeous than the blood worshiping priest.

Even the open V-shaped neckline in front of her body exposed a large area of ​​wheat-colored skin.

"Are you one of the leaders of the invading team? Is the blue demon who escaped before also one of yours?"

The Mexican woman, whose wheat-colored skin seemed to glow slightly in the night, asked in an indifferent tone.

There seemed to be an innate condescension in her voice.

"Oh... we have been fighting for such a long time, and you don't know who to fight with. Isn't the intelligence information too backward? Besides, how did I, a hard-working old man, become the leader?"

"By the way, I want to correct something for Bucky boy. We are not invaders, but the great saviors of mankind... Although I am not a 'local', if I can contribute to this, I will enter Valhalla. The stepping stone may be a little thicker..."

Old John's neat beard, which was stained crimson by blood, trembled slightly.

With a serious expression, he corrected the mistakes in his words to the Mexican woman standing not far away.

"I don't care who you are. If your fighting team chooses to withdraw from the slums now, the Blood Worship Sect can forgive your rudeness and cruelty... We will also promise to let the remaining civilians go, but we need to proceed step by step in our way."

The wheat-skinned Mexican woman suddenly blinked her eyes that were gradually turning blood red.

But she still spoke to Old John in a calm tone.

At this time, Old John suddenly raised his mechanical arm and shook it vigorously.

"Wait a minute, let me calculate... Including the priest I just killed, there are already fifteen priests who died in my hands, right? If you count the priests killed by others, you seem to have lost more than twenty middle and upper levels... But I heard that you only have sixty-six Blood Worship priests in total..."

"If it weren't for saving more humans... How long do you think you bad guys like Bistam can hold on?"

Old John, grinning, seemed to subconsciously put the mechanical arm on his waist.

The shotgun in his other hand was also carried on his shoulder armor.

Then, he smiled and continued to say to the Mexican woman whose face suddenly became gloomy.

"So, who are you? Are you the bishop leader of the Blood Worship Sect? Or the woman in the bed of those high-ranking members of the sect..."

"Go to hell--"

However, before Old John could finish his words.

The Mexican woman, whose face was gloomy as if possessed by frost, suddenly raised the golden scepter in her palm.

At the same time, a low-pitched but sharp chanting quickly came out of the other party's mouth!

Almost at the same time.

Strands of dark red blood that burst out from the corpses on the ground suddenly emerged in the air.

Like a bunch of slender blood arrows, they shot towards Old John's position!

"Little guy, I'm waiting for you--"

At this moment, Old John quickly raised the mechanical arm on his waist.

The remaining three freezing grenades have already been released!

It rolled violently and flew over the Mexican woman's head!

In the blink of an eye, countless crystal clear cold icicles burst into bloom!