American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Next, Primarch Rorschach and Wolf Rorschach also joined Sef Rorschach in discussing the timeline issue.

In the end, they came up with several temporary solutions.

Either take advantage of the advent feature of prayer support.

Wait until the mission is successfully completed and the subspace portal is reopened to return.

Try praying to the Emperor to reset the portal to the correct timeline.

Or simply choose a prayer support that is close to the time point, and directly use psychic communication to contact the original fleet to respond, without having to choose to return.

The second way is to try to open a portal to the home world with the assistance of the Rune Priests, the think tank unit of the Space Wolves, and then return to the Primarch fleet through a detour.

And if all the above attempts fail.

Then Rorschach and others have one last stupid way.

That is to honestly lead the Space Wolves to fight together for decades.

Wait until the three of them survive to a suitable time point, and then contact the original fleet to pick them up.

After all, for any Astartes, a mere few decades is a matter of a snap as long as they are not killed in battle.

But not before Primarch Rorschach planned to make his first attempt.

He also wants to go to Mr. Bjorn's place to meet him.

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Inside the brightly lit Head Wolf Hall.

The tall and holy fearless Bjorn Brokenclaw is surrounded by more than a dozen Iron Priests, silently waiting for the arrival of the Primarch Rorschach.

Soon after, when the original body Rorschach, who was about three meters tall and wearing a large scout armor, stepped into the hall.

A dozen Iron Priests came forward quickly and bowed to the original Rorschach.

The original body Rorschach nodded to the people in front of him, and then came to the vicinity of Mr. Bjorn Brokenclaw.

"Lord Primarch, I heard that your power armor doesn't fit well. Although I also know that those little wolf cubs who are proficient in forging are remaking a set of Primarch-level power armor for you, but the time it takes is also a big problem. , so I plan to give you a set of spare armor that once belonged to the Wolf King."

Mr. Bjorn Brokenclaw gently waved his huge power claw and said to the original Rorschach in an angry voice.

After the original body Rorschach thanked Mr. Bjorn and the Space Wolves, he did not refuse the other party's kindness.

Gululu——

At this moment, more than a dozen steel priests slowly pushed a large metal container covered under black wolf skins into the interior of the Wolf Hall.

"Master Primarch, the set of power armor on the Wolf King is called Ice Wave. As far as I know, it is equipped with a special device called the exothermic field generator from the dark technological age. It can be activated when activated. It quickly absorbs the surrounding heat, creating a large area of ​​deadly ice around the original body."

"Of course, the wave of ice also represents the coldness and cruelty on Fenris in a sense."

"As for this set of spare armor, which was named the Ring of Volcanoes by the original forging master, it represents another side of Fenris, the endless scorching volcanoes and the tenacious vitality of the Fenris people."

"And the inside of this set of power armor is also equipped with an ancient relic from the dark technological age. What it is exactly has become a secret with the unfortunate death of the original casting master. I only know it. It can release a scorching shock wave that looks like a ring of flame and is about as powerful as a melt explosion every once in a while.”

At this moment, Mr. Bjorn’s words had just finished.

The eyes of the original body Rorschach, who was observing the Iron Priests working back and forth, suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but say:

"Uh...self-destructing armor?"

"Haha, the Wolf King thought so too at the beginning, so he would rather let the wolf pups repair the Ice Wave for him after a fierce battle than put on this spare armor for temporary use."

"Master Primarch, do you have any taboos about this? If you really don't like it, we can think of another way. I want a set of master-level ancient power armor. The Space Wolves can also learn from those ancient power armors in Wolf Fang Castle." Find it in the inventory.”

Mr. Bjorn Brokenclaw moved his heavy steps slightly.

He said in a deep voice to the original body Rorschach standing aside.

"Old man, it seems that you don't quite understand my past preferences. The fighting method I am best at is not close combat, but small means like melt bombs... As for taboos? I don't have any problem. This set of volcanoes The ring is very suitable for me.”

The original body Rorschach said calmly to Mr. Bjorn Halfclaw with a smile on his lips.

Then, surrounded by the manual assistance and prayer scriptures of the dozen steel priests in front of him.

A set of Primarch-level powered armor with a dark red color on the ceramite shell slowly covered the tall body of the Primarch Rorschach.

Wait until all the armor components are carefully installed.

It even directly made his overall height reach about three meters and three.

The next moment, the original body Rorschach slowly drove the heavy dark red magnetic boots to take the first step forward and left the installation platform.

He subconsciously moved the joints of his tall body, trying to perform some more intense offensive moves.

Dongdongdong——

At this moment, Bjorn the Broken Claw suddenly waved his huge power claw.

He quickly asked the iron priests to turn around and leave the Wolf Head Hall, leaving only himself and the Primarch Rorschach.

"How is it? Primarch, does this new power armor fit well?"

Bjorn the Broken Claw asked the Primarch Rorschach who was jumping back and forth.

"Grandpa, do you have anything to tell you?"

The thoughtful Primarch Rorschach slowly stopped the action of grinding the volcanic ring.

He squinted his eyes and looked back and forth at the empty Wolf Head Hall, and suddenly asked in a deep voice in the direction of Grandpa Bjorn.

"Hehe, some things are not a good thing if other little wolf cubs know them in advance."

Bjorn the Broken Claw admitted it without any hesitation with a low laugh.

He thought for a moment, then continued:

"Since the Primarch feels that the power armor is very suitable, why not inherit the weapon of the Wolf King?"

"The Wolf King's weapon? Old man, you are not talking about the Spear of Russ, are you?"

"Such an ancient and precious relic of the Chapter for the Space Wolves, if it falls into my hands, I think it is a bit of a waste, because I am more proficient in using sickle hammers... But, I feel that you want to express another meaning, right?"

"Haha, as expected, nothing can be hidden from the Primarch, so I will tell the truth!"

"I want you to temporarily replace the Wolf King who has not yet returned, and become the second Primarch of our Space Wolves, leading those wolf cubs to continue fighting!"