Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 269 Mortarion, Lord of Death: Shroud Dancer, King Rorschach! (three)
[The headless body of the death guard fell heavily to the ground, making a loud crash. 】

[You drive the Hades-type Terminator armor to kneel and crouch, and pick up the weapons and ammunition scattered around the corpses on the ground. 】

[You hang two bolt guns on both sides of your waist, and one on the back of the power backpack, and even the ammunition storage device under the backpack is filled with ammunition. 】

【You glanced at the three power sickles through the eyepiece of the metal helmet. 】

【You dragged the handles of the three huge sickles casually, turned around and moved a certain distance towards the inside of the passage. 】

[You barely concealed the melee weapons of these Astartes cultivators behind the half-body servant. 】

[You don't expect these weapons and equipment to be preserved. 】

【You are just adding some weak odds and materials to your next actions. 】

[You re-drive the Hades-type Terminator armor and walk towards the end of the passage. 】

[You entered a spacious lower cabin deck, countless ancient equipment belonging to the ship kept making strange buzzing sounds in your sight. 】

[You plan to pass through here as soon as possible, so that you can reach the elevator connecting the lower cabin and the middle cabin smoothly. 】

[At this moment, deep in the shadows of those ancient equipment, a ship repair machine servant staggering back and forth, with traces of transformation all over his body, suddenly changed his direction of movement and walked towards you. 】

【"Each combat team of the Death Guard has seven Astartes monks..."】

【"However, you don't need to worry, there is only one team in the lower cabin, and the remaining four death guards were lured to other areas by a few restoration servants who deliberately made trouble. Malfunction 'drained' outside the ship..."]

[This time, a very clear and coherent cold mechanical voice slowly came out from the mechanically modified body of the repair machine servant. 】

[You stared at the other party silently, and did not act rashly. 】

[You just subconsciously clenched the melta pistol and the butcher's sickle in your palm. 】

【"Last question, who are you?"】

【Your deep voice was slowly transmitted through the metal helmet, and echoed in the wide and silent corridor. 】

["When I was ignorant of my first birth, the mechanical priests on the moon called me 'Twilight Raider', and when I followed the Primarch to fight countless heretical and alien planets, the death guards secretly called me 'Glory of Barbarus' , and now, I am called 'the end' by the company commander Typhon who first betrayed the Primarch!"]

[The ship repair machine servant slowly lifted up a metal head that has been mechanically transformed to two-thirds. 】

[It seems that there is no emotion in its cold mechanical voice. 】

【"Are you the carrier-based machine soul of the flagship 'Final Yan'? No, maybe it's more like hating intelligence." You moved your eyes and looked down at the other party. 】

【"No matter what my essence is, it will not affect my loyalty to Lord Primarch..."】

【"Nameless Shroud of Death, I don't know what made you feel remorseful, but the malice and disrespect of Captain Typhon towards Lord Primarch is unbearable even with my huge metal body."】

【"I will help you do what you should do, and you also need to help me do what I should do... The company commander Typhon must be destroyed!"】

【However, the machine soul named Final Yan did not seriously answer your words. 】

[It just bluntly told you its purpose. 】

【You thought about it for a while, then readily agreed to the other party's request. 】

[After all, right now you have no better choice. 】

【"Deal...my first target, the arsenal."】

[After hearing your answer, the final machine soul planned a route for you without hesitation. 】

【You drive the Hades-type Terminator armor and walk forward. 】

[At the same time, you also obtained some information about the arsenal from the final machine soul. 】

[The Death Guard stationed at the arsenal for a long time has fourteen Astartes monks and two combat teams. 】

[Although with the help of the final machine soul, the communication there can be temporarily cut off and the attack alarm sent to the bridge position can be temporarily cut off. 】

[However, once the sound of intense firefighting lasts for a long time, more death guards in the middle cabin will quickly come to support. 】

[And a nearly complete Death Guard Dalian has a maximum of 7 people...]

[Even if you completely incarnate the Primarch, you will be overwhelmed by the endless bombs from the monks of Astartes. 】

[So far, the only support that the final machine soul can provide you is a large number of ship repair machine servants. 】

[Now these people are gathered in the middle cabin, waiting for your arrival. 】

[You don't seem to care about the worries of the final machine soul. 】

【You just kept silent, and followed the final machine soul into the elevator connecting the lower cabin and the middle cabin. 】

[Shortly after, with the sound of countless mechanical valves turning in the elevator, you quickly arrived at the middle cabin. 】

[From the gradually opened elevator door, you see thousands of ship repair servitors standing neatly in the wide corridor outside. 】

["Death Shroud, the next task is your task. These ship repair servitors will be your meat shields and cannon fodder... As for the success, I can't guarantee it." The voice echoed in your ears. 】

【You turn your neck slightly, looking down at the opponent's mechanical head through the eyepiece of the metal helmet. 】

[You retract your gaze, and drive the Hades-type Terminator armor out of the elevator. 】

[A large number of cabin repair servants quickly followed you, front, back, left, and right. 】

[You led these mighty cannon fodder to the location of the arsenal. 】

[As time passed, the forward of the servitor team quickly arrived at the cabin space where the arsenal was located. 】

[A large number of moving repair servants also immediately aroused the vigilance of the garrison combat team. 】

[Wait until they find that they can't contact the bridge temporarily, and they can't send out any alarms. 】

[Without hesitation, the death guards instantly waved the Babarus heavy sword 'Kukara' and the huge power scythe in their hands, thoroughly cleaning up the threats in front of them. 】

[At this moment, with the butcher's scythe on your back, you lowered the metal body of the Hades-type Terminator armor as much as possible, and slowly raised the melta pistol tightly held in your palm, aiming at the servants who were constantly shaking on the repair machine A tall figure in the gap between the groups. 】

[The next second, the remaining ammunition in the melta pistol spurted out from the muzzle one after another. 】

【A streak of fiery hot melt quickly streaked across the air, bombarding the death guards who fought silently and ferociously. 】

【You straightened your metal body abruptly. 】

【You casually threw away the melta pistol that ran out of ammunition. 】

[With your two palms, you quickly pulled down the two bolt guns from your waist, and then unhesitatingly poured out the terrifying firepower of the bombs at the traitors in front. 】

[In the blink of an eye, explosive bombs that roared fiercely brushed past the heads of countless repair servants. 】

[It landed on the power armor of Brother Astartes with incomparable precision, and the flames of successive explosions continued to shatter and fly a large number of fragments of ceramic steel and metal. 】

[At this moment, the melta attack launched before has caused the tragic casualties of several Astartes monks. 】

[The roaring explosive bombs from the other party also continuously brushed against your Hades-type Terminator armor, occasionally making the penetrating sound of metal friction and explosion flames. 】

[But your whole body is like a towering metal mountain, standing still and not moving. 】

[Wait until the ammunition of the bolt gun in your two palms is completely exhausted. 】

【You did not choose to change the magazine, but threw it on the ground under your feet. 】

[You took a deep breath of the pungent chemical air inside the helmet. 】

[You quickly pulled out the huge Butcher's Scythe from the back of the power pack, stomped on the ground repeatedly with your magnetic boots, and launched an extremely ferocious melee charge towards the enemies in front. 】

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(End of this chapter)