Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 268 Mortarion, Lord of Death: Shroud Dancer, King Rorschach! (two)
[You haven't asked yet. 】

[An elderly navigator in a gorgeous robe suddenly pushed away the surrounding crowd. 】

【He steps forward slowly and bows in your direction. 】

【"Thank you for saving our lives. The navigator family of Terra will remember all your heroic deeds..." The old navigator said in a trembling voice. 】

【"Betrayer, do you still maintain your loyalty to the Emperor? Do you still maintain your loyalty to the Human Empire?" You were silent for a moment, and your deep and deep voice echoed in everyone's ears through the metal helmet. 】

【"For thousands of years, the navigator family has never been involved in the political vortex of the empire, but now, it is the pale lord who first turned his back on us..." The third eye above the forehead of the elder navigator seemed to reveal the truth from his heart. anger, he whispered. 】

【"We are willing to sacrifice our lives for the heresy that betrayed the human empire and the emperor... Dear Brother Astartes, please lead us to try to reverse the current tragic war situation."】

[You glanced at the navigators and mortal servants around you through the helmet eyepiece. 】

[You seem to see in their eyes the remorse for following the Death Guard rebels and the fear of death. 】

["The Death Guard flagship 'Final Yan' that has not yet turned into a living battleship, and has penetrated into the subspace...only a group of helpless navigators can't do anything big, so let's take one step at a time Let's go..." You remained silent, the thoughts in your mind were turning rapidly. 】

[You asked the old navigator about the location of the arsenal and power room of the 'Final Yan'. 】

[You obtained a rough language description of the flagship map from the other party. 】

[You turned around and picked up an unknown model melta pistol from the corpse of the Gravekeeper Terminator. 】

【You carefully inspected the chemical substance injector located on the wrist of the Hades-type Terminator armor. It is full of chemical poisonous mist that can only support three battles. 】

【You glanced regretfully at the death cloud launcher on the corpse of the gravekeeper. 】

[The design that is almost integrated with the iron riding Terminator armor makes it impossible for you to disassemble it by brute force. 】

[Afterwards, you who were simply ready for battle issued an order to the trembling crowd. 】

[You ask them to follow behind you all the time, and keep a safe and far enough distance. 】

【You will raid the arsenal of the flagship 'Final Yan' alone, obtain enough weapons and equipment to arm everyone, and proceed to the next attempt. 】

[Your order has the support of the elder navigator. 】

[Other navigators and mortal servants have to obey your command, whether it is for atonement or simply for survival. 】

[You hold the Butcher's Scythe in one hand, and the Melta Pistol in the other. 】

【You walked out of this lower slaughterhouse dedicated to slaughtering navigators alone. 】

【Without hesitation, you walk slowly towards the cabin passage leading to the middle-level arsenal. 】

[You have vaguely noticed the scrutinizing eyes of the mortal crew members in some cabins. 】

【You didn't care about this, and you didn't try to incite them to start a riot. 】

[Because if there are no accidents, the mortals on this ship will not live long. 】

[You slowly drive the Hades-type Terminator armor into a long and narrow passage with servants on the metal wall. 】

[The almost unchanging scene around makes you vaguely have a visual dislocation, it seems that this long dark passage will never end. 】

【At this moment, a half-body servitor in your line of sight suddenly turned its neck. 】

[On that skinny head filled with various wires and pipes, a pair of lifeless deep eyes seem to be sizing you up non-stop. 】

["First...three...death..." In the next second, intermittent tearing sounds were squeezed out from the depths of the other party's throat. 】

【You stepped forward without hesitation, slightly flicked the butcher's sickle in your palm, and completely chopped off the skinny head of the half-body servant. 】

【However, just when the skinny head crashed down and rolled to the side of your magnetic boots. 】

[A half-length servitor on the other side of the metal wall also suddenly moved. 】

【It didn't try to speak again, but tremblingly raised a slender arm with only skin and bones left. 】

[A trembling finger first pointed to the deepest part of the passage, and then made a gesture of human walking and a number indicating the number of three. 】

【"Who are you?" Through the eyepiece of the metal helmet, you carefully observed the opponent's actions. 】

[As if hearing your question, the half-body servitor seems to have completely lost its movement, and has returned to its former peaceful state. 】

【You stood in place and waited for a while. After noticing any other abnormalities, you continued to walk up to the depths of the passage. 】

[You did not believe the goodwill expressed by the other party, but you were also prepared to deal with any attack. 】

[Ten minutes later, you, who were about to walk out of the narrow passage, unexpectedly encountered three Astartes monks who had just entered the passage, wearing gray-white power armor. 】

【You quickly glanced at the bolter hanging on the waist and the huge scythe in the palm of the opponent. 】

【You took a deep breath of the pungent chemical air, and walked towards the death guard in a generous manner. 】

[The three death guards also immediately discovered you as the death shroud. 】

[They stood on the side of the passage without hesitation, and while giving you the entire passage, they also slowly displayed the battle group etiquette of the Death Guard. 】

【You remain silent, just nodding slightly in return to the three Astartes monks. 】

[Just when you are about to pass by three respectful Astartes monks. 】

【"Are you still loyal to the Emperor?" You suddenly asked them. 】

【"Uh...huh?" The three Astartes monks seemed to be in a brief shock because of your sudden opening. 】

[Maybe they, as rebels, didn't know how to answer this question for a while. 】

[The next second, you raised the melta pistol in your palm without hesitation, aimed at the helmet of an Astartes cultivator, and pulled the trigger. 】

【At the same time, the Butcher's Scythe that you held tightly in the other palm also slashed through the air. 】

[Forcibly embedded in the depths of the power armor of an Astartes cultivator from the neck position. 】

[The next moment, the frightening orange-red melt melted the metal helmet of the Astartes monk in the blink of an eye, including the head inside. 】

【The Butcher's Scythe that you yanked forcefully also almost split that Astartes monk obliquely in half. 】

【"Damn death shroud! You traitor..."】

[However, just when the last Astartes cultivator went completely insane and planned to swing a huge scythe to attack you. 】

【You have already turned the muzzle of the melta pistol and pulled the trigger one after another. 】

【嗤嗤嗤——】

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(End of this chapter)