American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Pietro always thought he was a strong man.

He lost his parents when he was young and raised his sister alone.

Because of his strong hatred for Stark during adolescence, he and his underage sister accidentally became Hydra's test subjects.

If the special ability controlled by his sister is not stable due to emotional changes, she did not suffer much when she activated her ability.

Then Pietro's journey to become a speedster can be said to be very difficult.

If he had not always remembered his sister's weak figure in his dying consciousness, he might not have survived at all.

However, at this time, Pietro seemed to be standing at the crossroads of the same fate again.

He was very unfortunate to become one of the dozens of people infected by the terrible plague in the National Defense Guard.

But at the same time, Pietro was lucky.

Because he was the only survivor among these comrades who had not become a Nurgle zombie.

After experiencing endless sufferings like being in agony or having his soul torn apart.

The extremely weak Pietro opened his eyes in the early morning of the thirteenth day.

At this moment, standing in front of him was a metal giant exuding a cold breath.

There was a bloody chain sword on his waist.

Pietro had known these mortal warriors called Stormtroopers for a long time.

He had also seen the Astartes who were in and out of the Nurgle corpse tide.

"Is it time? I understand, and I also understand that this terrible plague really cannot be leaked, because it is too lethal to humans. Please give my pension and medals to my sister. If there is enough time, I hope to write a farewell letter..."

Pietro subconsciously licked his cracked lips with his tongue.

He slowly sat up, tilted his neck and stared at the stormtrooper who was so close.

"Pietro Maximov?"

At this moment, a turbid and low voice slowly floated out from the other party's metal helmet.

Pietro was slightly stunned, then took a deep breath and nodded and replied:

"Pietro, the messenger of the 1st Armored Infantry Regiment of the Homeland Defense Army."

"You are free, but before that, someone wants to see you."

"Wait! Do I not need to be executed?"

Pietro's thoughts seemed to have not turned around for a while.

He stared at the stormtrooper in front of him with a dull expression, and couldn't help asking.

"If you haven't turned into a zombie in six days, it means you have survived. The reason why you are kept in prison for so many days is, first, for safety, and second, when the Homeland Defense Army withdrew, you were temporarily forgotten."

"This..."

At this moment, Pietro subconsciously opened his mouth.

But the extremely complicated mood made him unable to say much.

In the end, he just squeezed out a dry question from his mouth:

"Who wants to see me?"

"Of course it's our primarch!"

"Remember, he doesn't like others to kneel down at every turn. You should also show your military spirit and don't embarrass your homeland defense army!"

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Temporary command center.

Rorschach, wearing vibranium power armor, put down the many documents in his palm.

This is the legal rights and interests that Doom and Iron Man David have worked hard to fight for from the Security Council Investigation Team.

Including but not limited to recognizing the Terra Star Corps as a legal international hero organization.

At the same time, the wanted order of terrorist organizations and other similar loose terms were revoked.

Although Rorschach did not intend to abide by any of the above rules.

But since he could become a big loach that disturbed the fish pond and brought some different war vitality to the entire local world, he didn't care.

"Come in, you have been standing there for ten minutes. How long do you plan to wait?"

At this moment, Rorschach blinked his eyes and said to the outside of the room without raising his head.

As soon as the words fell, Pietro, with a tense face and full of tension, walked in stiffly.

"First in the Homeland Defense Force..."

He straightened his back instantly and performed a Sky Eagle Salute.

He shouted to Rorschach in an excited tone.

"Okay, I know who you are... I heard that the comrades in the regiment call you 'Quicksilver'?"

Rorschach waved to interrupt the other party's self-introduction and suddenly asked.

"Uh... Maybe it's because I run fast and have white hair."

Pietro raised his hand with a blank look and scratched his slightly reflective light-colored short hair.

"Do you know why I came to you?"

At this moment, Rorschach, with a few fingers on his cheeks, narrowed his eyes and asked the other party again.

And seeing Pietro shook his head slightly.

Rorschach took a deep breath and said calmly:

"About ten hours ago, I suddenly sensed a familiar psychic wave. After searching for a while, I found that it was emitted from the quarantine area... Congratulations, Pietro. If it were in another place, you would have become a 'living saint' now."

"'Living saint'? You mean..."

Pietro, who was obviously more sensitive, understood what was going on instantly.

He stared at the original body in front of him carefully and asked subconsciously.

"Perhaps you have heard of the legend of the Emperor. Even if you don't know, it doesn't matter, because from now on, the Emperor will be an important thing that will accompany you throughout your life."

Rorschach suddenly raised his other hand.

He snapped his fingers toward the outside of the room.

The next second, a weeper priest wearing black and white power armor stepped into the room with a pile of heavy books and parchment scrolls in his hands.

"He is your extracurricular teacher. Your recent task is to be able to recite the prayers fluently and learn how to pray and preach effectively. Of course, I mean the original text, which means you need to learn a new language again."

"At the same time, you will also be tested for your physical fitness and superpower characteristics. The foundry will tailor-make an auxiliary power armor for you that can allow you to exert or even enhance your speed. How is your own shooting? Oh, maybe you won't need a bolt gun in the future. Your followers' shooting skills are good enough."

However, at this time, Pietro, with a blank expression, heard a series of words from Rorschach.

He turned his head and looked at the tall Astartes who had been silent beside him.

The more nervous the other party swallowed his saliva and asked:

"Master Primarch! Can you tell me what happened? Can I go back to Latovilia?"

"What happened? In short, the Emperor who had not paid attention to me for a long time appeared again, but this time it was in you... You don't really think that you can resist the terrible plague spread by Chaos with your willpower alone?"

"Moreover, this war also made me realize that our team really cannot do without a more stable channel of faith. After all, gods are real things."

"Pietro, whether you like it or not, our team has decided that you are now the first pope of the local state religion."