Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 267 Mortarion, Lord of Death: Shroud Dancer, King Rorschach! (one)

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The sound of the metal floor being gently bumped by the soles of shoes.

It kept echoing in the dimly lit underground passage.

After Iron Man David left temporarily, he went to develop the second base.

There is no one to manage those electrical switches, so the equipment in some bases has completely entered an energy-saving state.

At this moment, Rorschach circled the streets above the ground repeatedly for two hours.

Finally, facing the baptism of wind and snow, he returned to the empty and silent underground base.

Seven days ago, Bucky and Old John led two hundred disguised gang dogs.

Escorting the aunt who packed up all the belongings.

He left the American continent on an ocean liner temporarily leased by Imperial Heavy Industries.

Originally, my aunt wanted to go back to her hometown in Asia first.

But she seemed timid because of her closeness to her hometown, but she still followed Rorschach's suggestion.

Choose to temporarily go to Dongying to settle down, and then find time to reopen the 'delicious' restaurant.

But unexpectedly, Lin Yu, who has been working in the store, also said that he will go home for the New Year this year.

So, the aunt who felt sorry for the young man's expenses on the road took him on an ocean cruise together.

In this regard, Luo Xia said that as long as his aunt is willing, he has no objection.

Wait until nearly half of the staff leave.

Now there are 230 gang dogs left in the underground base.

Plus Connors who has been bored in the laboratory and Rorschach himself.

In total, there are 230 three living people.

As for the Servo Skull Reditus and its intelligent control army that has not yet left the factory, they are not considered 'people'.

Of course it doesn't count.

Da da da--

Just as Rorschach was about to arrive at the brightly lit base hall, his thoughts turned.

Belial's Fist, which trotted along the metal floor with its five metal fingers.

Like a huge dark green metal mouse, it rushed past his line of sight.

"call--"

Rorschach raised his eyebrows and let out a breath slowly.

He was too lazy to bother with this mysterious power glove.

Luo Xia casually took off his woolen coat and walked directly into the material storage warehouse.

He rummaged through it and found a few unthawed Glocks steaks, planning to settle for today's dinner.

After about half an hour.

Luo Xia's body was entangled with a trace of oily smoke and food aroma, and he sat beside the empty metal round table.

In front of him was a large plate of well-cooked steaks that made the slight sound of fat crackling.

However, Rorschach, who frowned slightly, stared at the steak indifferently for a while.

Suddenly I lost any appetite for food.

He subconsciously sat down on the metal seat.

He opened the emulator casually and swiped the page.

On the page where the salvage is specified, the countdown time is not over yet.

It will take at least 48 hours to know what the harvest will be.

However, the simulation option has already completed natural cooling.

Then, he took off the phantom dust trinket from his wrist.

Rorschach, who had completely recovered his original appearance, decided to take the opportunity to carry out the next simulation.

Without thinking about it, he put a fingertip on the option to start the simulation.

However, for a fraction of a second after the simulation starts.

Rorschach, who opened his eyes wide, suddenly set off a very important matter!

"Damn! I forgot to pray to the Emperor! The Emperor..."

【Simulation starting——】

[Current identity: Space Wolf Bloodclaw (Webway Comoros Death Arena)]

【Please select the coming identity first】

【If you refuse, it will come soon】

[Refused to choose an identity]

【Simulation starting——】

【You have come to the Warhammer universe】

[Time: M31 (???)]

[Location: Subspace Final Yan Flagship]

【You accidentally landed in the lower cabin of the Death Guard's fleet flagship 'Final Yan'...】

[You find that you are wearing a set of special Hades-type Terminator armor with gray and white metallic luster, and you hold a two-meter-long butcher's sickle tightly in your palm. 】

[You have no time to observe more details in the surrounding environment. 】

[Through the eyepiece of the metal helmet, you saw with your own eyes a cruel and ruthless bloody massacre being staged in front of you. 】

[Hundreds of navigators with a third eye on their foreheads, together with their mortal servants, were forced into a corner of the lower cabin by an Adeptus Astartes wearing iron-riding Terminator armor. 】

[The huge scythe that the other party waved casually will harvest the lives of more than a dozen mortals almost every time. 】

[You deeply understand how important the existence of a navigator is to a fleet. 】

[You take a deep breath of the stale air inside the helmet with a pungent chemical smell. 】

[You immediately drove the Seiko Terminator Armor to charge, and the Butcher Scythe waving in your palm quickly swept through the air. 】

【Your weapon collided heavily with the massacre's scythe, preventing the ensuing massacre. 】

【"Death Shroud! How dare you block my Lord Typhon's order! Even the Pale Lord will not tolerate your presumption!" The strange Astartes monk slightly turned the metal helmet, hiding the cold sight behind the helmet's eyepiece staring at you. 】

【"Tiphon...are you the Gravekeeper Terminator of the First Dalian?" You asked in a low voice while holding the motionless Butcher's Scythe with one hand. 】

【"Who are you! The death shroud will always remain silent! Never say anything!" This Astartes monk belonging to the Gravekeeper Terminator seemed shocked by your words, and couldn't help but uttered an almost roar questioning. 】

[However, in the next second, a metal iron fist that you clenched hard has already bombarded the opponent's metal helmet heavily, making a loud roar that is unbearable to the ears of ordinary people. 】

【Your mental arithmetic and unintentional sneak attacks are undoubtedly very effective. 】

[Even the tall metal body of the Gravekeeper Terminator took a slight step back. 】

[You step forward suddenly, the thick long shaft of the sickle slides quickly in the palm of your hand. 】

【You took this opportunity to reverse the direction of the tip of the Butcher's Sickle, and slashed heavily at the weak parts of the opponent's body with an agility far exceeding that of the Astartes. 】

[Accompanied by the collapse of countless pieces of ceramic steel and plastic steel. 】

[The sharp tip of the Butcher's Scythe penetrated heavily into the helmet of the Gravekeeper Terminator, completely destroying the opponent's brain hidden inside. 】

[At this moment, the death cloud launcher located above the Gravekeeper Terminator power pack. 】

[Only a dozen wisps of dark green chemical poisonous mist emerged, and the signs of eruption completely stopped. 】

【You slowly and forcefully pulled out the Butcher's Scythe, subconsciously holding it in your palm. 】

[The body of the strange Astartes cultivator fell heavily to the ground, making a loud crashing sound. 】

【You take another deep breath of the stale air with acrid chemical smell. 】

【If you were even half a second slower just now, the navigators present would suffer irreparable losses. 】

[The next moment, your eyes slowly turned through the helmet eyepiece, staring at the navigators and their mortal servants who were stunned like quails. 】

(End of this chapter)