American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

On the training ground at the Twin Islands base.

Accompanied by bursts of violent sounds of metal collisions and splashes of sparks.

A large group of Storm Troopers have eye-catching yellow markings spray-painted on the ceramic steel shoulder armor on their left shoulders.

A standard assault squad of five Lamenters Astartes were being desperately laid under siege.

They fought against each other completely unarmed and without using any weapons.

But the Astartes use their nerves to directly control the power armor through the plastic steel interface.

He swung his heavy fists and feet with a reaction speed far exceeding that of the stormtroopers.

With almost every attack, a Stormtrooper wearing auxiliary power armor fell to the ground.

The metal helmets of the stormtroopers were shattered one after another.

A large amount of blood would also be vomited out of the mouth, and the whole person would basically collapse to the ground dizzy, unable to get up again.

At this moment, Rorschach, who had taken off his vibranium power armor, was folding his arms.

He stood on the edge of the training ground and carefully watched the daily training between the Weeper and the Stormtrooper.

"Formation! Formation! Pay attention to the formation of the Astartes! Haven't you seen that even when they launch an attack, they are subconsciously maintaining the distance between them?"

"On the chaotic battlefield, the only thing you can trust is your teammates! Only the other party can defend you against the deadly attacks that are everywhere!"

Even if it's just a daily training session.

And the difference between the two sides is not just nineteen physical enhancement surgeries.

And at least decades of combat experience.

After squinting for a while, Rorschach couldn't help but shout to the stormtroopers in a deep voice.

Although the Lamenters were his Astartes descendants from Sanguinius.

But the Stormtroopers are, after all, mortal elite warriors trained and selected by Rorschach himself.

Sure enough, with Rorschach's reminder.

Many stormtroopers who had recovered their strength still chose to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, then gritted their teeth and climbed up from the ground, continuing to rush towards the Astartes team.

In the end, an Astartes who was specifically targeted by all the stormtroopers was heavily surrounded and fell to the ground, which was considered to have completed the daily training goal.

"To a certain extent, exchanging dozens of mortal elites for one Astartes is not a loss-making transaction. However, if it were on a real battlefield, the first time you met, you would be completely torn apart by these battle brothers. Broken."

Rorschach took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward.

At this moment, the Weeper Astartes present were either standing on the sidelines watching the show or standing in the middle of the field.

They all cast a Sky Eagle Ceremony in the direction of Luo Xia.

All the Stormtroopers clenched their right fists and hit their chests hard, performing the military salute specified in the Stormtroopers training manual.

In fact, in accordance with many requirements of the Human Empire.

As a primarch and assuming the responsibilities of Chapter Master, Rorschach needs everyone to kneel down, especially the Lamenters.

It's a pity that Rorschach doesn't like others to kneel down and worship him.

"It may be that my body has started to grow and develop again recently. My power armor doesn't fit well. I just gave it to the technical priest to modify it... But after watching you for a while, I want to experience the hand addiction in person. Which battle brothers want to Do you want to come practice with me?”

With a slight smile on his face, Rorschach glanced around at the mourners around him.

He said to everyone in a gentle tone.

Perhaps the words seemed like some sort of provocation before a fight.

But Rorschach was actually telling the truth.

He was indeed gradually increasing in height.

It wasn't obvious before, until the vibranium power armor became a little tight and uncomfortable to wear.

Luo Xia only realized this later.

Now Rorschach's overall height is steadily moving towards two meters and three.

Perhaps with more intensive surgery done and normal development.

He could indeed reach the minimum of a Primarch.

At least he can't be shorter than the Alpharius brothers.

What should I do if I see Omegan, who may still be alive, and laugh at him for his height?

"Uh... Lord Primarch, how about I do it?"

At this moment, the first company commander of the Lamenters shook his bald head with a very helpless expression.

He stared at Rorschach not far away and said in a deep voice.

As for the other battle brothers, not to mention having a real fight with a primarch.

It is extremely difficult to overcome the awe and love that comes from the blood.

Moreover, only he, a century-old veteran, can fully control his own power freely.

After all, if you accidentally hurt the original body.

Even if the Primarch would not blame them, they themselves could not forgive themselves.

"Can."

Rorschach, whose expression gradually returned to calmness, welcomed all comers.

He had no power armor on his body and moved his hands and feet at will.

Then he suddenly raised a hand and stretched it into the air.

Buzz buzz——

The next second, a series of metal rings filled with purple energy suddenly flew through the air like flexible birds, and quickly moved towards Rorschach's thick arms with precision!

"First Company Commander, is this not cheating?"

Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, asked in succession to the wailer who was slowly stepping forward.

"Lord Primarch, even if you just pick up a chainsword, I won't say anything else."

The company commander subconsciously squeezed out a stiff smile from the corner of his mouth and nodded quickly.

However, just when the crowd around was a little surprised by the captain's style of action.

Boom, boom, boom——

Accompanied by the roar of magnetic boots stepping heavily on the metal floor.

The captain wearing speed-type power armor actually activated the jet device behind the power backpack without hesitation!

In an instant, his tall metal body was like a steel giant, quickly charging towards Rorschach, and the whole person rushed away!

At the same time, his two sturdy arms swept across Rorschach's tall body like a huge iron clamp!

"I've been on guard against you!"

In a flash, Rorschach, who raised his eyebrows slightly, took a wrong step.

He instantly turned into a dark shadow.

Flying silently to the side of the captain of the weeper!

Although the captain could not easily capture any signs of Rorschach after performing the shadow step with his vision.

But he immediately relied on his hundred years of combat experience and extremely keen combat intuition.

A metal arm that was still in the process of sweeping suddenly retracted with force, and continued to sweep heavily into the air beside him!

Boom——

However, at this time, Rorschach, who had successfully landed on his feet, had completely approached the other side of the opponent.

Then, his two palms pushed forward violently.

The metal ten rings bound between the thick arms immediately burst out like waves.

The humming sound wrapped in the air hit the side of the ceramic steel abdominal armor of the first company captain's power armor!

Squeak!

And accompanied by the harsh sound of the magnetic boots forcibly leaving the metal ground.

And the slight vibration of the entire tall body falling to the ground.

The Primarch Rorschach, who had not yet truly matured, only used one move.

He completely blew away the Astartes, who was the captain of the first company of the Weepers!

Thank you all for your support!