American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

In the cold void.

One after another, Cobra-class destroyers or Sword-class frigates carrying Astartes battle teams repeatedly left the interior of the Legion fleet.

It is said that at the peak of the fleet, there were fifty ships located on completely different imperial worlds at the same time, performing either extremely difficult or very easy combat support tasks.

This also allowed a large number of Astartes recruits who had just arrived from the mainland to quickly grow into battle-hardened veterans.

Most of the veterans who were the backbone of the legion either died in battle, or after being seriously injured, they chose to undergo Primaris transformation in order to increase their strength.

Simply under the influence of many auxiliary drugs such as a large amount of heart-shaped grass and even super soldier serum from the mainland.

The risk of Primaris surgery has been gradually reduced to about 10%. Even if someone is very unlucky and fails to be Primaris, there is a panacea that can be used to restore physical injuries and not die on the operating table.

And this boring life has become the daily life of the Astartes in the fleet.

Each of their Dalian companies conduct actual combat training with each other, take ships to participate in battles, and then either die in battle or return successfully.

Then, during the training break, they wait for the next combat mission to arrive. The end is not complete until they are killed in battle.

And this was the fate of countless Astartes, to die serving the Emperor, the Primarch, and the Imperium of Mankind.

Buzz buzz——

Inside the private palace belonging to the original body, Rorschach's huge body was sitting on an extremely huge metal throne.

In this dimly lit, empty room.

A hypercube maze that slowly emitted green light was held tightly in his huge palm.

At this moment, Rorschach's eyes were slightly closed.

His consciousness is mobilizing a large amount of shadow power to infuse this hypercube maze that he took from the figure king and never returned.

And inside the maze prison.

Perturabo, whose huge metal body was like a hill, said in an indifferent tone:

"I said, you have tried it thousands of times, and you still have no intention of giving up completely? Sure enough, it is only natural that I should be defeated by you. Your paranoia and tenacity may be several times stronger than mine. "

The other party just finished speaking.

A figure completely condensed by the power of shadow stood firmly in Perturabo's field of vision.

"Perturabo, it seems that the environment can indeed change people. Isn't your attitude much better now than before? It's a pity that you have already completed the demon upgrade. Otherwise, I can let you go out for a walk, don't you think so?"

Rorschach, who was trying his best to maintain the shadow clone, said calmly to the other party.

"Rorschach, stop being so pretentious! If you and the damn Ascension Demon Fulgen hadn't caused me heavy losses back then, causing me, the original body, to enter a state of near-death several times, why would I have to rely on the power of the Infinite Chaos? Great power to save your life?”

"Do you really think that my hatred for you can last for tens of thousands of years? It would be better to replace you with Rogal Dorn. You, a little guy, are not worthy at all!"

Perturabo's face, which was entirely made of metal, subconsciously showed a trace of disgust deep into his bones. He stared at Rorschach's shadow clone with cold eyes and said.

However, he did not wait for the other party to continue speaking.

The clone formed by the power of countless shadows completely dissipated in the air!

However, the next moment, another shadow clone quickly appeared in front of Perturabo.

"Hmph, you lasted a few seconds longer than last time."

"Rorschach, since you have a lot of time to waste with me here, I guess there must be something wrong with your body outside this space... What, were you beaten seriously and injured? Why don't you tell me to make me happy? one time?"

Perturabo, whose huge metal body remained motionless, sneered at Rorschach's shadow clone.

But Rorschach no longer had much thought to pay attention to the other party's sarcasm.

He was concentrating on devoting all his thoughts to the duration of the shadow clone.

Bah!

At this moment, Rorschach suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and quickly took out the reality gem with a dark red luster from the storage space.

He threw the Reality Stone into the hypercube maze without hesitation, and completely wrapped the entire Reality Stone with the shadow clone that was about to collapse!

"The Mind Stone can only be used as an energy weapon in the Warhammer universe, and the Reality Stone cannot even become an energy weapon without the cooperation of other stones."

"But now, the Reality Stone can actually show a trace of power when wrapped in a large amount of shadow power, allowing me to completely maintain the shadow clone. How is this possible? What is the principle of accidentally triggering this mechanism?"

Rorschach, who was gradually getting excited, immediately remotely controlled the shadow clone inside the hypercube maze and slowly raised his hands.

He made a special discriminatory gesture towards Peturabo who was not far away.

At this moment, although Perturabo was emotionally stable, he did not go violent on the spot.

But the expression on the other party's metal face was obviously more ugly.

"Rorschach, do you want to pick a fight with me? I don't think this shadow clone of yours can last long!"

Perturabo, who looked evil, stared at the shadow clone whose body and face gradually became clearer, and roared in an extremely low voice.

Rorschach, who was in a good mood, did not choose to take action with Perturabo.

While looking around at the shadowy limbs that were constantly showing a dark luster, he said to the other party:

"Perturabo, I know you used the metal scraps in the hypercube maze and some of the active metal on the body to rub several hoop robots, but believe me, even if you defeat my shadow clone, you still can't get out. Yes, this is the super prison used by the Necrons to imprison the fragments of the Star God."

"If you stay here honestly and occasionally reflect on what you have done in the past, I can come and chat with you from time to time. If you insist on not being a human being, walking around like a metal beast that has lost its mind. If you want to destroy and escape from the inside of the maze, then I really won’t bother to deal with you.”

At this moment, Rorschach's words made Perturabo, whose cold eyes flashed back and forth, temporarily stop thinking about getting up to fight.

The other party slowly wriggled out three hoop robots from inside the huge metal body, and stood on the metal floor nearby.

"Haha, I don't expect a few robots without any weapons and equipment to threaten you... Rorschach, your shadow clone experiment seems to be successful. Are you planning to leave the maze now?"

He heard Perturabo's low, slightly weak words.

Rorschach's shadow clone slowly shook its head.

"We, the loyalist primarchs, are hard-working people. We are far less selfish and self-centered than you traitors. Many times, we have to shoulder the difficult responsibilities that the Emperor has given us. This is why you people joined the rebellion. Something guys will never understand.”

"Remember to reflect, see you next time!"