American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

The headless body of the Death Guard fell heavily to the ground with a loud crash.

You drove the Hades Terminator Armor to kneel down and pick up the weapons and ammunition scattered all over the ground.

You hung two bolt guns on both sides of your waist, and also carried one on the back of the power backpack. Even the ammunition storage device under the backpack was filled with ammunition.

You glanced at the three power sickles through the eyepiece of the metal helmet.

You dragged the handles of the three huge sickles and turned to move a distance into the passage.

You barely hid the melee weapons of the Astartes monks behind the half-body servitor.

You didn't expect these weapons and equipment to be preserved.

You were just giving yourself a slight chance of victory and supplies for your next action.

You drove the Hades Terminator Armor again and walked towards the end of the passage.

You entered a spacious lower deck, and countless ancient equipment belonging to the ship kept making strange buzzing sounds in your sight.

You plan to get through this place as soon as possible so that you can successfully reach the elevator connecting the lower cabin and the middle cabin.

At this moment, deep in the shadows of those ancient equipment, a ship repair servitor that was staggering back and forth and covered with traces of modification suddenly changed its direction of movement and walked towards you.

"Each combat team of the Death Guard has seven Astartes Brothers"

"However, you don't need to worry. There is only one team in the lower cabin. The remaining four Death Guards were led to other areas by several repair servitors who deliberately made trouble. If there is no accident, they will be discharged from the ship by the sudden mechanical failure."

This time, a very clear and coherent cold mechanical sound slowly came out from the mechanically modified body of the repair servitor.

You stared at the other party silently, without making any rash moves.

You just subconsciously clenched the hot melt pistol and the butcher's sickle in your palm.

"One last question, who are you?"

Your deep voice slowly came out through the metal helmet, echoing in the wide corridor where no one was in silence.

"When I was born, the mechanical priests on the moon called me the Dusk Raider. When I followed the primarch to fight against countless heretical alien planets, the Death Guards secretly called me the Glory of Barbarus. Now, I am called the End by the captain Typhon who was the first to betray the primarch!"

This ship repair servitor slowly raised a metal head with a mechanical transformation degree of two-thirds.

There seemed to be no emotional fluctuations in its cold mechanical voice.

"Are you the carrier-based machine soul of the flagship End? No, maybe it's more like a hateful intelligence." You moved your eyes and looked down at the other party and said.

"No matter what my essence is, it does not affect my loyalty to the primarch."

"Nameless Death Shroud, I don't know what made you repent, but Captain Typhon's malice and disrespect for the primarch are unbearable even for my huge metal body."

"I will help you do what you should do, and you also need to help me do what I should do. Captain Typhon must be destroyed!"

However, the machine soul named the End did not answer your words seriously.

It just told you its purpose bluntly.

You thought about it for a while, and then readily agreed to the other party's request.

After all, you don't have a better choice at the moment.

"Deal with my first target, the arsenal."

Hearing your answer, the End Machine Soul planned a route for you without hesitation.

You drove the Hades Terminator Armor and walked forward.

At the same time, you also obtained some information about the arsenal from the End Machine Soul.

The Death Guard stationed in the arsenal for a long time has a total of 14 Astartes monks and two combat teams.

Although with the help of the End Machine Soul, the communication there and the attack alarm transmitted to the bridge position can be temporarily cut off.

But once the sound of fierce exchange of fire continues for a long time, more Death Guards in the middle cabin will quickly come to support.

And a nearly complete Death Guard company has a maximum of 70,000 people.

Even if you completely transform into a Primarch, you will be overwhelmed by the endless bombs from the Astartes Brothers.

So far, the only support that the End Machine Soul can provide you is a large number of ship repair servitors.

Now these people have gathered in the middle cabin, waiting for your arrival.

You seem to be unconcerned about what the End Machine Soul is worried about.

You just keep silent and follow the End Machine Soul into the elevator connecting the lower cabin and the middle cabin.

Soon after, accompanied by the sound of countless mechanical valves turning in the elevator, you quickly arrived at the location of the middle cabin.

From the gradually opening elevator door, you saw a number of ship repair servitors standing neatly in the wide corridor outside with a thousand people.

"Death Shroud, your mission is now. These ship repair servitors will be your meat shields and cannon fodder. I cannot guarantee success or failure." The cold mechanical voice of the End Machine Soul echoed in your ears.

You turned your neck slightly and looked down at the other party's mechanical head through the eyepiece of the metal helmet.

You retracted your sight and drove the Hades Terminator armor out of the elevator.

A large number of cabin repair servitors quickly followed you.

You led these huge cannon fodders to the location of the arsenal.

As time went by, the vanguard of the servitor team soon arrived at the cabin space where the arsenal was located.

The large number of repair servitors gathered and moved also immediately aroused the vigilance of the garrison combat team.

When they found that they could not contact the bridge temporarily and could not issue any alarm.

The Death Guards, without hesitation, instantly waved the Barbarus heavy battle knife Kukara and the huge power sickle in their hands, and completely cleared the threats in front of them.

At this moment, you, carrying the Butcher's Scythe, tried to lower the metal body of the Hades Terminator armor as much as possible, and slowly raised the hot melt pistol tightly held in your palm, aiming at the tall figures that kept shaking in the gaps between the repair servitors.

The next second, the remaining ammunition in the hot melt pistol continued to spray out from the muzzle.

A series of hot hot melts quickly crossed the air and bombarded the Death Guards whose fighting style was silent and fierce.

You straightened your metal body suddenly.

You threw away the hot melt pistol that had run out of ammunition.

You quickly pulled two bolters from your waist with your two hands, and then poured the terrifying firepower of the bombs at the traitors in front without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, one after another of the bombs with a violent roar passed over the heads of countless repair servitors.

They landed on the power armor of the Astartes Brothers with great accuracy, and the flames of the explosions continued to explode and fly a large number of ceramic steel metal fragments.

At this moment, the hot melt attacks launched earlier had caused tragic casualties to several Astartes Brothers.

The roaring bombs from the opponent also kept passing through your Hades Terminator armor, occasionally emitting a creepy metal friction sound and explosion flames.

But you stood there like a towering metal mountain, motionless.

Wait until the ammunition of the bolters in your two palms is completely exhausted.

You didn't choose to change the magazine, but threw it on the ground at your feet.

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

You quickly pulled out the huge butcher's sickle from the back of the power backpack, stomped the ground repeatedly with your magnetic boots, and launched an extremely fierce melee charge towards the enemies in front of you.