American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Dong Dong Dong

The sound of the soles of shoes knocking against the metal floor.

It echoed in the dimly lit underground passage.

After Iron Man David left temporarily to develop the second base.

No one was managing the electrical switches, so some of the base's equipment was completely energy-saving.

At this moment, Rorschach, who had been circling the streets above the ground for two hours, finally returned to the empty and silent underground base in the baptism of wind and snow.

Seven days ago, Bucky and Old John led two hundred disguised gang dogs.

Escorting the aunt who had packed up all her belongings.

She left the American continent on the ocean liner temporarily rented by Empire Heavy Industries.

Originally, the aunt wanted to go back to her hometown in Asia first.

But she seemed to be homesick and still followed Rorschach's advice.

She chose to temporarily settle in Japan and then take time to reopen the delicious restaurant.

But surprisingly, Lin Yu, who had been working in the store, also said that he would go home for the New Year this year.

So, the aunt, who felt sorry for the young man's travel expenses, took him on the ocean liner.

In response, Rorschach said that as long as his aunt was happy, he had no objection.

After nearly half of the staff left.

There are still 231 gang dogs left in the underground base.

In addition to Connors and Rorschach himself who have been stuck in the laboratory.

There are a total of 233 living people.

As for the servo skull Raditus and its intelligent control army that has not yet been shipped, they are not considered human beings.

Naturally, they do not need to be counted.

Da Da Da

Just as Rorschach, who was thinking about it, was about to arrive at the brightly lit hall of the base.

The Fist of Belia, who was trotting along the metal floor with five metal fingers.

It suddenly passed through his sight like a huge dark green metal rat.

"Huh"

Rorschach raised his eyebrows and slowly exhaled from his mouth.

He was too lazy to care about this mysterious power glove.

Rorschach took off his woolen coat and walked directly into the material storage warehouse.

He found a few pieces of Grox steaks that had not yet thawed, intending to solve today's dinner.

About half an hour later.

Rorschach, with a hint of oil smoke and food aroma wrapped around his body, sat next to the empty metal round table.

In front of him was a large plate of well-cooked steaks with a slight grease crackling sound.

However, Rorschach, with a slightly frowned brow, stared at the steaks indifferently for a while.

Suddenly, he lost his appetite.

He subconsciously slumped on the metal chair.

He opened the simulator and scrolled the page.

On the designated salvage page, the countdown time has not yet ended.

It will take at least 48 hours to know the harvest.

However, the simulation option has completed natural cooling.

So, he took off the small ornament of illusion dust from his wrist.

Rorschach, who has completely restored his original appearance, decided to take the opportunity to conduct the next simulation.

Without thinking, he put a fingertip on the simulation startup option.

However, a few seconds after the simulation started.

Rorschach, with his eyes wide open, suddenly brought up a very important matter!

"Oh no! I actually forgot to pray to the Emperor! Emperor protect"

Simulation started

Current identity: Space Wolf Blood Claw Webway Gomor Death Arena

Please choose the identity to descend first

If you refuse, you will descend immediately

Identity selection has been refused

Simulation started

You descended to the Warhammer universe

Time: M31? ? ?

Location: Warp Terminus Flagship

You accidentally descended to the lower cabin of the Death Guard's fleet flagship Terminus

You found yourself wearing a set of Hades-type special Terminator armor with a gray-white metallic luster, and a two-and-a-half-meter-long Butcher's Scythe was tightly held in your palm.

You didn't have time to observe more details in the surrounding environment.

Through the eyepiece of the metal helmet, you saw with your own eyes a cruel and ruthless bloody massacre taking place in front of you.

Hundreds of navigators with third eyes on their foreheads and their mortal servants were forced into a corner of the lower cabin by an Astartes monastic wearing an Iron Cavalry Terminator armor.

The opponent's huge sickle swung casually would harvest more than a dozen mortal lives almost every time.

You deeply understand how important the existence of a navigator is to a fleet.

You took a deep breath of the foul air with a pungent chemical smell inside the helmet.

You immediately drove the fine Terminator armor to charge, and the Butcher's Scythe waving in your palm quickly swept through the air.

Your weapon collided heavily with the huge sickle of the killer, preventing the next massacre.

"Death Shroud! How dare you stop the order of our Lord Typhon! Even the Pale Lord will not tolerate your usurpation!" The strange Astartes monastic slightly turned the metal helmet, and the cold eyes hidden behind the helmet eyepiece stared at you.

"Typhon, are you the Gravekeeper Terminator of the First Company?" You asked in a low voice, holding the motionless Butcher's Scythe in one hand.

"Who are you? The Death Shroud will always remain silent! Never say anything!" The Astartes Brother who belongs to the Gravekeeper Terminator seemed shocked by your words and couldn't help but ask a question that was almost like a roar.

However, the next second, your tightly clenched metal fist had already hit the opponent's metal helmet heavily, making a roar that was unbearable for mortals.

Your unintentional sneak attack was undoubtedly very effective.

Even the tall metal body of the Gravekeeper Terminator took a step back slightly.

You stepped forward suddenly, and the thick long pole of the sickle slid quickly in your palm.

You took this opportunity to turn the tip of the Butcher's Scythe in the direction of the opponent's weak part with a speed far beyond the Astartes Brother.

Accompanied by the collapse of countless ceramic steel and plastic steel fragments.

The sharp tip of the Butcher's Scythe heavily penetrated the inside of the Gravekeeper Terminator's helmet, and completely destroyed the opponent's brain hidden inside.

At this moment, the death cloud launcher located above the Gravekeeper Terminator's power backpack.

Just as a dozen wisps of dark green chemical poison mist emerged, they completely stopped erupting.

You slowly pulled out the Butcher's Scythe and subconsciously held it in your palm.

The body of the strange Astartes monk fell heavily to the ground, making a loud crash.

You once again took a deep breath of the pungent chemical smell of the polluted air.

If you were even half a second slower, the navigators present would have suffered irreparable losses.

The next moment, your sight slowly turned through the helmet eyepiece, staring at the navigators and their mortal slaves who were stunned like quails.