American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

【"Hehe, dear Primarch, it is still unclear who will live and who will die. Since we are the prophets of the Holy Tzeentch, how can we not know how difficult you are?" A blue-purple bird head that was slightly raised up said with a sneer.

【"Hehe, all of you show up, my Tzeentch demons--" another blue-purple bird head that was shaking back and forth roared with a grin! 】

【Boom boom boom--】

【In an instant, with waves of terrifying psychic waves like ripples, they suddenly bloomed in your field of vision. 】

【In addition to Carlos the Fateweaver standing on the orbital platform. 】

【There are also eight Tzeentch demons with wings on their backs that instantly appeared in the air around you! 】

【At this moment, the contempt and ridicule of a total of eighteen bird heads gathered on your huge body! 】

【You quickly sensed that endless malice and layers of chaotic psychic energy wrapped around your whole body. ]

[Your bronze face hidden inside the skull helmet gradually tensed up. ]

[Your breathing rhythm and the two beating hearts became more and more calm. ]

[When the nine Tzeentch demons appeared in front of you at the same time. ]

[You knew you were dead. ]

[Even if the angel Sanguinius, who is recognized as the ceiling of combat power among all the Primarchs, came, he might not be able to kill nine demons in a row! ]

[But you also understand that you actually have no way out, and you can only fight to death! ]

["My Lord Primarch, admit defeat. We have said that as long as you are willing to hand over one thing, all the Tzeentch demons will immediately retreat to the depths of the warp..." Carlos the Fateweaver gently shook the gorgeous scepter in his palm, and a series of terrifying chaotic psychic energies gradually accumulated above its two bird heads.

【"What on earth does the damn Tzeentch want from me?"】

【You took a deep breath and asked Carlos the Fateweaver. 】

【You subconsciously tightened the two melee weapons in your palms, but the low humming sound from the inside of the Vibranium Power Armor showed that you were not relaxed. 】

【"Hehe, that thing is far away in the sky, but it is close at hand. It can neither be eaten nor drunk. It is extremely important to the Primarch, but it is ignored by the Primarch..." Carlos the Fateweaver seemed to think that he had won. A huge bird head swaying back and forth even began to tell you an intriguing riddle. 】

【"Close at hand? But ignored?"】

【The other party's voice had just fallen. 】

【Your eyebrows hidden inside the skull helmet slightly wrinkled, and your accelerated thinking also allowed you to quickly capture more important word hints. 】

【At this moment, you, who had vaguely guessed something, suddenly touched the center of your forehead with the back of your vibranium palm. 】

【The next moment, the sound of the collision from the Mind Gem made you exhale from your mouth.

【"Mind Gem! You are here for the Mind Gem?"】

【You growled at Carlos the Fate Weaver in a heavy tone. 】

【"Tsk tsk tsk, a powerful artifact that contains a lot of basic rules of the unknown universe was actually embedded in the helmet by the ignorant Primarch as a gadget to emit energy. Even the great Saint Tzeentch cannot tolerate this waste of resources..."】

【The two huge bird heads of Carlos the Fate Weaver spoke one sentence after another. 】

【"So, as long as the primarch is willing to offer the Mind Gem, whether in this galaxy or other universes, the supreme seat of the Eternal Chief Tzeentch Prince will be reserved for you forever. Imagine that only my Lord is above, countless Tzeentch demons surrender to you, and even I must bow down to you. What an honor it is!"】

【Winter——】

【However, at this time, the Dawnbringer hammer that you originally carried on the vibranium shoulder armor was heavily placed on the ground of the platform by a palm, making a loud noise and completely interrupting the seductive words of Carlos the Fateweaver that were like chanting. 】

【"Hehe..."】

【You suddenly let out a low sneer from under the skull helmet. 】

【"To be honest, I really don't know where you Tzeentch demons get the confidence to think that I, a human Primarch, the Emperor's extra-official heir, and the Lord of the 22nd Legion, would give up everything to become a lackey of Tzeentch..."】

【"Even if I am willing to degenerate, why don't I work for Khorne, who is treated better, Slaanesh, who enjoys excitement, and Nurgle, who is enjoying himself?"】

【You slowly put a vibranium palm on the sharp edge of the Blood Scythe. 】

【With the subtle shattering sound of the vibranium shell, a large amount of pale golden Emperor's blood was smeared on the entire sharp edge by you! 】

【The next second, perhaps the concentration of chaotic psychic energy in the surrounding air was too strong. 】

【Strands of golden psychic flames suddenly burst out from the Emperor's blood, and the fiercely burning flames even directly dispersed all the chaotic psychic energy within a radius of 100 meters! 】

【“Ah, you are indeed a stubborn lackey of the Corpse King! Do you think the other gods will easily deal with you?!”】

["In this case, it is simply a waste of our words and good intentions. Do you think you can die in battle? I can tell you now that as long as your current body is destroyed by us, your soul and consciousness will be completely sealed by us even if they are protected by the Corpse King!\