American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Ding Ding Ding——

One by one, the Withering Grenades fired from a large number of Withering Launchers were blasted in mid-air by the buzzing Metal Ten Rings!

Countless plague fogs and fragmented shrapnel that were extremely terrifying to ordinary Astartes fell on the entire bridge like a storm.

However, as a Primarch, Rorschach inherited the detoxification organs from Mortarion and the airtight Vibranium Power Armor, which made him fearless of the terrifying toxins that were deadly enough.

At this moment, a large number of dark shadows were entangled between his huge body.

The whole person jumped back and forth around the pot-bellied Withering Overlord Terminators like an elusive shadow ghost!

Chi Chi Chi!

And every time the Blood Scythe surrounded by green light fell from the air with force.

Any Withering Overlord Terminator who tried to wield the Corruption Flail or Power Scythe to fight back would be completely split in half from the middle like a hot knife cutting corrupted butter!

Even these extremely vigorous Nurgle believers could not bear such a terrible injury.

Perhaps if Nurgle continued to bless them, they could be resurrected on the spot, but the Chaos Gods would never do a business that would lose money.

Kakaka——

At this moment, Rorschach, with a dark shadow wrapped around his huge body, repeatedly waved the Blood Scythe in his palm.

He forcibly cut off the thick arms and legs of the last standing Wither Overlord Terminator.

Then he stepped heavily on the opponent's corrupted breastplate with a heavy magnetic boot, and asked in a low voice:

"Tell me, why did the Sixth Plague Company of your Death Guard appear on the edge of the Ultramarine? Don't tell me you got lost in the warp!"

"Hehe... The Pale King will definitely cheer for the arrival of his Primarch brothers, and the great Vanguard Lord will definitely avenge us! You are just a corpse king's running dog, how can you resist the majestic power from the Chaos Gods!"

The Terminator of the Withered Overlord, who had lost his limbs, slightly raised his green helmet with a broken eyepiece.

The other party sneered at Rorschach in a wet rales like drowning.

"You bunch of traitors have been corrupted for so long that you can't even speak basic human words?"

At this moment, Rorschach, who shook his skull helmet slightly, suddenly took out several tubes of pale golden Emperor's Blood from the storage space of the Vibranium Power Armor.

He casually opened one of the tubes and poured the Emperor's blood, which was gradually burning due to the perception of chaotic psychic energy, onto a vibranium iron fist.

"If you had spoken nicely, I could have given you a quick death... Now, it's hard for you to die!"

Rorschach's voice had just fallen.

He slowly thrust the vibranium iron fist burning with psychic flames into the armored and damaged abdomen of the Withered Overlord Terminator.

Countless rotten and smelly green intestines melted quickly like boiling rich soup, emitting wisps of yellow and green intertwined rotten stench.

"Ah——"

In an instant, the Withered Overlord Terminator, who had originally looked tough, suddenly let out an uncontrollable painful roar.

The opponent's missing limbs of the torso bounced repeatedly on the cold floor, but it could not stop any of Rorschach's actions!

What was even more unbelievable to the Withered Overlord Terminator was that.

Just when more psychic flames were about to destroy its important organs and tissues and completely end its life.

Rorschach, who remained silent, pulled out his blazing vibranium fist, allowing the opponent's powerful vitality to heal his wounds!

"Damn Primarch! Kill me! Why didn't you kill me!"

A few minutes later, Rorschach saw that the opponent's injuries had almost recovered.

He was about to bend over and continue to perform the horrific punishment just now.

The Terminator of the Withered Overlord lying on the ground suddenly roared in the direction of Rorschach like a mad dog.

"Tell me the plan and purpose of your Death Guard, I promise to give you a quick death, otherwise, even if Nurgle comes in person, you will continue to endure this pain that penetrates your soul!"

Rorschach, wearing a skull helmet, said to the other party in a low voice.

As soon as Rorschach's voice fell,

The Chaos traitor, whose spirit and will were obviously more fragile, immediately spoke up:

"We, the Ferrymen, that is, the Sixth Plague Company, are following the orders of Lord Mortarion to place demon knells everywhere in countless worlds within Ultramar. Once this blasphemous device is properly deployed, it can cross astronomical distances and awaken the bodies of the dead buried in a large number of worlds, giving the people of every imperial world a great mental blow and psychological pressure, thereby causing more rebellion and death!"

"Demon knell? Is it some kind of warp artifact or a Chaos creation?"

Rorschach, who slightly lowered his vibranium fist, continued to ask the other party.

And Rorschach, who seemed to be terrified and ruthless, once again applied psychic burning involving the depths of his soul to himself.

The Withered Overlord Terminator quickly revealed everything he knew to Rorschach.

“Yes and no. To be precise, the Demonic Knell is actually a byproduct of Lord Mortarion’s research on an ancient Chaos artifact called the ‘Hand of Darkness’. This Chaos artifact is also a precious gift given to Lord Mortarion by the famous Warmaster Abaddon…”

"Ah, why is it Abaddon again? He is involved everywhere... I should have worked harder and killed him directly!"

Rorschach muttered to himself as he sighed vaguely from inside the skull helmet.

The Withered Overlord Terminator lying on the floor also wisely closed his mouth and pretended not to hear the original body's words.

"Speaking of which, what we have encountered now is only your small fleet. Where is the main fleet of your Sixth Plague Company?"

Rorschach, whose thoughts were spinning rapidly, suddenly asked the Wither Overlord Terminator below.

"Master Primarch, I am just a Terminator veteran of the Death Guard. I really don't know these complicated things. And the only Chaos Sorcerer who knows the route target has just been completely torn to pieces by you..."

At this moment, the Wither Overlord Terminator explained helplessly to Rorschach above.

"That's right, then you are useless..."

Rorschach, who heard the other party's words, shook his skull helmet slightly.

The next second, he suddenly opened the five fingers of the still burning vibranium iron fist.

He grabbed the Wither Overlord Terminator's entire head and lifted it into the air!

"Ah You--"

The Withering Overlord Terminator, which was shaking all over, suddenly let out an extremely sharp scream.

Countless fiercely burning spiritual flames quickly penetrated deep into the head and seven orifices.

It gave it a terrible burning that far exceeded all the painful experiences in the past!

"I said I would give you a happy death, but I didn't say who would die happily..."

Rorschach stared at the Chaos traitor burning in the palm of his hand and whispered.