American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

crackling——

Accompanied by the crashing sound of broken metal.

A metal iron fist of the power armor wrapped around the energy flame erupting from the elbow, and landed on the semicircular metal structure.

Boom!

And as metal debris and countless debris splattered all over the ground.

The light purple light that seemed to be flashing with code lines was extinguished instantly, and there was no more sound.

Until then, Doom, who was suspended in mid-air, subconsciously exhaled from his mouth and said slowly:

"I know that the secret service organization Leviathan supports the Harlem family, and I also know that their zodiac signs are all superpowers, but I never knew that they actually have this mysterious technology that can completely block magic... "

"If it weren't for the existence of these things, even if I was betrayed by a trusted comrade, I wouldn't be in such a difficult situation."

Doom, whose eyes were mutilated, smiled bitterly at Rorschach's direction.

He tried hard to lift a few trembling fingers and moved them back and forth a few times.

The invisible power of thought immediately resurfaced, breaking the two metal hooks that had pierced the lute's bones out of thin air.

It also caused Doom's severely injured body to fall heavily to the ground, making a dull impact sound.

However, Rorschach, who was standing nearby, did not come forward to help.

Until Doom groaned and gritted his teeth, he got up again from the cold and wet ground, barely straightening his scarred back.

Rorschach then drove the power armor and stepped forward.

He casually took out a crystal clear panacea from the storage box of his power backpack.

After stuffing it into the opponent's palm covered with blood and dirt, he said in a calm tone:

"This is a therapeutic drug called panacea. It is a unique super medical method in our team. Your lost eyes and various injuries on your body can be recovered. If you had any hidden diseases in the past, , and will be cured by the way.”

"Alien technology? Or are you saying that... our team has a technological level that far exceeds that of Earth?"

Doom, with a solemn expression, firmly grasped the panacea that was cold to the touch.

He turned slightly sideways and asked Rorschach.

"Some aspects of science and technology are indeed far ahead of modern times, especially a series of war-related technologies that are beyond the reach of the entire earth."

Rorschach opened his mouth to answer, turning around slowly while driving his power armor.

He leaned over and picked up a two-foot-long complete metal structure from the ground and attached it to the back of the power backpack. He continued to say to Doom:

"However, the level of technology in other aspects is average. Therefore, I have never objected to the use of alien technology. On the contrary, pragmatism that can be used by me is the last word to seek truth from facts."

"Well, if we count the time, my manpower should have almost cleared the entire castle. Victor, you should recover from your injuries as soon as possible."

"The ugly words are ahead. For reasons that both you and I know very well, it is impossible for our team to help you liberate the entire country in an open and honest manner."

Rorschach didn't finish his words.

Doom's expression quickly returned to normal and he nodded his head vigorously.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and stuffed the panacea into his mouth, and sneered to himself:

"Haha, I understand, and I also understand your difficulties... In fact, our resistance army still has a series of blood debts that we have to slowly settle with the Harlem family and Leviathan!"

"hiss--"

At this moment, the panacea gradually taking effect in his body made Doom subconsciously take a breath of cold air.

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By the time Doom's eyes recovered, even the injuries on his body were basically healed.

When he opened his eyes for the first time, he saw the power armor on Rorschach.

I couldn't help but blurt out a lot of obscure terms related to technology, trying to discuss something with Rorschach.

Rorschach barely understood part of it.

However, as the opponent's problems gradually increased, the difficulty also increased exponentially.

Rorschach, who had a headache, had to spread his hands and expressed his helplessness.

All questions should be left to the technical priests in the team to answer.

Doom and the other party must have endless topics to talk about.

Doom, who was smiling slightly, didn't say much.

He just blinked his lost green eyes and nodded to Rorschach.

Soon after, Rorschach was driving the power armor.

Taking Doom, who found a dark green cloak and put it on, he walked towards the entrance of the dungeon.

After the two people who were speechless all the way successfully arrived at the front hall of the castle.

Under the yellow light.

The stormtrooper team, whose ceramic shells were splattered with scarlet blood, had already returned to their original location.

Yet, on the ground near them.

Also kneeling was a white-haired old man wearing a silk nightgown.

At this moment, the white-haired old man glanced fearfully at Rorschach, who was walking towards him, and Doom, who was following behind.

Rorschach's communication device immediately received reports from the chief and others.

The white-haired old man in front of him is the top executive of the Harlem family in Satellite City No. 3.

It is also one of the branch relatives of the Harlem family.

Rorschach originally wanted to ask the other party more about the Harlem family.

But he suddenly noticed.

Since Doom showed up, his cold eyes have been staring at each other.

Even the expression on his face was as stiff as a piece of ice that could not be melted.

It seems that in the past period of time, the white-haired old man, as the highest officer, has also tortured Doom.

"Dum, he's yours."

Rorschach said calmly to Doom who was standing behind him without hesitation.

So, Doom, who got Rorschach's approval, took a deep breath.

He slowly stepped forward, and an uncontrollable ferocious smile gradually appeared on his lips.

Doom leaned over slightly and lifted up the white-haired old man kneeling on the ground, holding him high in the air.

Immediately afterwards, before the white-haired old man could utter a word to beg for mercy, a louder and more ferocious howl quickly resounded around him.

The white-haired old man's limbs were torn off bit by bit by Doom's invisible power of thought!

After the bloody limbs were discarded on the ground very casually.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Wisps of hellfire laden with the smell of sulfur suddenly swept out from Doom's palm.

And quickly wrapped up the dying white-haired old man with only his torso left.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent was completely burned into handfuls of scattered black ashes!

"The lackeys of the Harlem family who have been ravaging La Tovilia for countless years! This is just my leader of the resistance, Victor... No, the ideal Victor has died in that dungeon..."

"From now on, I am the 'Doctor Doom' of the 'Terran Astral Legion'!"

Doom, with a solemn expression, raised his chin slightly.

He turned around and stared at Rorschach's helmet eyepiece, and said solemnly.

Rorschach, who had remained silent, drove the power armor forward.

He raised his hand and took off the metal helmet, holding it in the crook of his arm.

A pair of cyan wolf eyes looked down at Doom who was close at hand, and slowly bared the snow-white fangs in his mouth:

"Welcome to my team...Doctor Doom, Victor Doom!"