American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Rorschach ran out of the basement with a dizzy head.

He returned home and stood there.

He took deep breaths for a long time.

He regained his composure.

The temptation from the Iron Man was too tempting.

Endless wealth at his fingertips

However, Rorschach did not dare to accept it completely.

Even if the Iron Man was marked by the simulator as having no ill will towards humans.

Rorschach did not dare to trust it wholeheartedly!

Heretics are always heretics!

Moreover, there is no free lunch in the world!

The Iron Man must want to get something from him to be so generous.

But what does Rorschach have now?

"Why do I regret letting it out?"

Rorschach frowned and sat down on the sofa.

He raised his hand and pinched his chin, and fell into distress.

Things that are not completely controlled can never give people a sense of security.

And as time passed.

Rorschach suddenly remembered the salvage mission in the simulator.

He temporarily put aside his worries and opened the simulator page.

He found that the salvage countdown was coming to an end.

[Countdown to salvage completion: one]

[Countdown to salvage completion: zero]

A long list of odds and ends appeared before Rorschach again.

However, in addition to some cosmic garbage that was the same or even similar to the previous ones.

This time, only one thing attracted Rorschach's attention.

[Salvage Harvest: Lost Heart-Locking Scarab (Not Activated)]

Annotation: Special product of the Necromancer Overlord, even mortals can use their thoughts to activate it. The Heart-Locking Scarab will control the mind of flesh and blood life, becoming a latent puppet or an activated assassin. "Where did I lose the scarab I carefully made? It was given to an old friend." The Galaxy Thief, Collector, Figure King, and Infinite Taraxin fell into distress because of the loss of the gift.

Rorschach looked at the Heart-Locking Scarab he salvaged and couldn't help blinking his eyes.

A small toy from the Necromancer Overlord?

Can it be used to control the mind of flesh and blood life?

How to salvage something from the simulator.

Either food supplies or heretical technology?

Will I really salvage something Chaos next time?

Where is my power armor? Where is my bolter?

Rorschach sighed and closed the simulator page.

He did not choose to continue salvaging.

It seems that pure simulation is more reliable.

The salvage function is too random, so let's wait until the resources are abundant.

"By the way, should I ask Iron Man to help me reserve a batch of legal guns? It doesn't cost money anyway."

Rorschach thought about it.

He decided not to bother Iron Man for the time being.

He could not fully trust him at the moment.

Especially when it came to the simulator.

So, Rorschach, who could not stay at home, got up and went out.

He left the apartment and went to the restaurant.

However, not long after Rorschach left.

Wow -

The plasma pistol that he had forgotten on the bed in the bedroom suddenly trembled a few times.

Whoosh -

A wisp of black mist as light as green smoke actually floated out from the gun body, and then quickly drilled into the ground.

At the same time, in the cave hall below the basement.

"Buzz buzz buzz"

The Iron Man UR-025, humming a pop song in a mechanical tone, is working hard to move construction materials.

It is obvious that it enjoys its current work.

At this moment, the Iron Man, who had just completed a trip of transportation, suddenly stopped.

"Hmm?"

It slowly turned its metal head.

Blue light flashed in its eyes, and it glanced left and right.

Then, the Iron Man, who was about to take a step, suddenly found out in great horror.

Its metal body, which had never failed, was completely unable to move!

Not even a metal finger could move!

"Omnissiah above"

Before the horrified Iron Man finished his sigh.

Boom--

A fuzzy power claw that seemed to be composed of countless black mists suddenly appeared in front of it!

This huge power claw just clenched it, and it completely grasped the two-meter-tall Iron Man in its illusory palm!

It was as if it was pinching a small assembly toy!

Crack——

Instantly, the metal skeleton of the Iron Man, which was strong enough to resist the bombardment of hot plasma and explosive bombs, began to crack.

A trace of fine and terrifying cracks appeared on every piece of metal on its body!

Instantly, the blue light in the Iron Man's eyes fluctuated violently, and the miserable and distorted voice resounded throughout the cave.

This time, the Iron Man's wailing seemed very real.

There seemed to be no mechanical noise at all.

"God of All Machines! Omnissiah! I am a good Iron Man! I am not a heretic!"

"Ah Emperor! I am a loyalist! I am a loyal Iron Man! I have never participated in the Iron Man rebellion!"

Crack——

However, this huge and terrifying power claw shadow seemed to have no intention of letting the Iron Man go.

Instead, it continued to increase the strength of kneading and clenching!

"I know where I went wrong!"

"I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have made the decision on my own, I shouldn't have thrown out temptations. I just wanted to provide him with a shortcut!"

"I know! I know! He can't make mistakes! He can't be tempted by Chaos. He is the only savior of the human empire!"

"Emperor! I was really wrong!"

The wailing of the Iron Man gradually weakened.

The powerful metal skeleton is on the verge of collapse.

Crack!

The illusory giant power claws squeezed for the last time, as if giving the Iron Man a last warning.

Then, all the black mist slowly dissipated.

No trace left, as if it had never existed

Boom!

The heavy metal body of the Iron Man fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Then, every piece of metal covered with fine cracks on its body began to heal slowly!

"How come there is Him here too? I was wrong, I was wrong"

However, the current Iron Man UR-025 seems to be completely frightened.

It just knelt on the ground and trembled constantly, not daring to get up at all.

As if it had no dignity as a mechanical wisdom

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When Rorschach arrived at the restaurant.

He unexpectedly found that his aunt and Lin Yu were already busy in the kitchen.

The frying pan was flying in his aunt's hand, and the 'planetary engine' was roaring.

Even Lin Yu changed into a white chef's clothes and was busy washing and cutting vegetables.

Confused, Luo Xia turned his head and looked at the empty restaurant.

He waved to his aunt and shouted:

"Aunt, we haven't opened yet, where are the customers coming from?"

"Hey, Luo Xia, why are you here!"

Aunt grabbed the sweat towel on her neck and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her face, which was reddened by the heat, showed a bit of surprise.

"Our old customer, the Gao's Chamber of Commerce in Chinatown, held a meeting today and booked a set meal for 50 people. I didn't want to open early, but Mrs. Gao insisted that she missed my cooking skills, so I took the order."

Aunt pointed to the two full takeout boxes in the kitchen.

"It's a good thing you're here, Luo Xia, go deliver the food first, and I'll cook a table of delicious dishes for you to celebrate when you come back."