Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 270 Mortarion, Lord of Death: Shroud Dancer, King Rorschach! (Four)
[You are struggling to drive the Hades-type Terminator armor to launch a galloping charge. 】

【Like a crazy Glocks beast, you kept knocking and flying those repair servants blocking the way forward. 】

[The roaring explosive bombs continued to bombard the thick armor on your chest, and the flames of the explosions continuously shattered countless metal fragments of the ceramic steel shell. 】

[But you seem to be fearless, and don't dodge at all. 】

【The Butcher's Scythe that you held tightly in your palm quickly pierced through the air. 】

【The sharp blade slammed into the Babarus heavy sword that a death guard had just lifted up with a terrifying scream. 】

[In an instant, the butcher's sickle, whose casting technology and material quality is far superior to that of ordinary weapons, abruptly cut off the opponent's melee weapon, and was deeply embedded in the depth of the opponent's metal helmet. 】

[And under your casual tugging, half of the head and shoulders, together with the broken power armor, crashed to the ground. 】

【At the same time, a handful of power sickles belonging to the death guard also swept through the air, and slammed down toward the top of your helmet. 】

[You immediately drive the Hades-type Terminator armor to move heavy steps, and the tactical dreadnought armor, which is far more flexible than other types of Terminator armor, allows you to respond quickly. 】

[You turned sideways slightly, and chose to use the thicker armored shoulder armor to resist the fierce counterattack of the death guards. 】

[The next second, the Butcher's Scythe that you swept forward suddenly cut through the power armor of several death guards, almost cutting the opponent's tall body in half. 】

[And just before the metal fragments of the power armor and the scalding blood have not completely landed. 】

[You have knocked away the dying death guards in front of you. 】

【The Butcher's Scythe held tightly by your hands is like a terrifying metal whirlwind, slashing and sweeping towards the approaching death guards in a frenzy. 】

[Wait until the scalding blood splatters all over the eyepiece of your helmet. 】

【You suddenly stop your heavy steps forward. 】

[You drive the Hades-type Terminator armor covered with power scythes and heavy swords to turn around slowly. 】

[At this moment, the mutilated corpses of fourteen death guards are exposed in your blood-red sight one by one. 】

[You spit out a mouthful of acrid air with a chemical smell. 】

[Suddenly, you feel the forced blessing of Khorne starting to flood in your body. 】

[In an instant, your strength and speed seem to have been greatly improved, far surpassing the normal Astartes monk. 】

【Even the Butcher's Scythe that you hold tightly in your palm has changed slightly. 】

[The already sharp sickle blade showed an astonishing blood-red color, as if it had become sharper and stronger. 】

[You seem to have expected this, after all, today's subspace is the playground of the Chaos Gods. 】

[And you are just a little ant that slightly suits the other party's eyes. 】

【You let out a fleeting sigh subconsciously. 】

[You drove the Hades-type Terminator armor slowly past the repair machine servants with only more than 600 people left. 】

[You came directly to the front of the arsenal and opened the heavy metal door of the arsenal. 】

【However, just when you were planning to notify the final machine soul. 】

[Let it lead the surviving navigators and mortal servants to the arsenal when they stand firm. 】

[Once again, you are keenly aware of a very abnormal and terrifying change, which quickly appeared on the Death Guard's flagship 'Final Yan'. 】

[You jerk the Terminator armor around. 】

【Through your eyes through the helmet eyepiece, you can vaguely see a thick green mist exuding infinite malice silently pounced on a repair servitor, and spread to all the repair servitors in the blink of an eye. 】

[In almost an instant, those repair servants who had no resistance were completely transformed into plague corpses whose mechanical structures began to rot and stink. 】

[Even the restoration machine servant controlled by the final machine soul has undergone corruption and mutation in an instant, and gradually disappeared from your sight. 】

["...Eclipse of Nurgle! Plague of the Walking Dead!" You gritted your teeth and let out a dull growl from inside the metal helmet. 】

【You reacted immediately, quickly driving the Terminator armor, and retreated into the arsenal with the open entrance. 】

[However, at this time, a group of pitch-black swarms of horribly buzzing swarms, wrapped in an unbearable stench, crossed the staggering Nurgle corpses, and attacked fiercely in front of you. 】

[You suddenly raised a thick arm wrapped in a metal shell, and the chemical substance injector on the wrist instantly sprayed out a terrifying poisonous mist covering a radius of tens of meters. 】

[Suddenly, apart from Nurgle's walking corpse, even the surrounding metal floor and even the walls were corroded by chemical substances. 】

[Unfortunately, the horrible poisonous fog that is also effective against unprotected mortal teams or Adeptus Astartes. 】

[The Destroyer Plague, which appears to be a swarm of creatures on the surface but is actually an extension of the power of evil gods, has not played a blocking role in the slightest. 】

【This swarm of pitch-black swarms with terrifying buzzing slammed heavily on your Hades-type Terminator armor, and then quickly penetrated into your body. 】

【In an instant, you feel the decay and festering of your strong flesh and the shrinking and trembling from the fire of your soul. 】

[You even feel the endless pain of the rock-solid tenacious will and the battle anger of fighting the enemy bravely being gradually pulled away from the tall body. 】

[Your consciousness seems to have fallen into a hazy state. 】

[Your ears seem to be surrounded by murmurs that are indistinct, but with a kind and deep voice. 】

【You subconsciously knelt down on one knee, holding the butcher's sickle tightly with both hands to support your weak and painful body. 】

【You couldn't help but let out a huge roar full of unwillingness and anger from the depths of your throat. 】

【"Stand up—"】

[At this moment, the kind whispers that have been lingering in your ears seem to be suddenly dispelled. 】

【You actually vaguely heard a fleeting cruel voice. 】

【"Humph--"】

[The next moment, a large continuous blessing of chaos quickly repaired your rotten and painful body, and continued to strengthen every inch of flesh and blood on your body. 】

【Your physical strength is rapidly expanding, and you will never return to the dangerous fall zone. 】

[But only your soul fire is firmly protected by another powerful psionic power, no matter how the blessing of chaos is impacted, it cannot enter at all. 】

[Thus, more blessings of chaos suddenly reversed the route of indoctrination. 】

[The Butcher's Scythe held tightly in the palms of your hands and the Hades-type Terminator armor worn on your body quickly undergone terrifying changes. 】

[The Butcher's Scythe is pitch-black with a red edge, and blood-colored fangs made of metal gradually grew out. 】

[A blood-red living eye also appeared out of nowhere on the side of the huge scythe, staring at you with your eyes closed and blinking. 】

[The original iron-gray metal exterior of your Hades-type Terminator armor has completely turned into a scarlet color, and the ceramic steel shell covered with broken marks has been completely repaired. At the same time, the dense copper-colored X-shaped symbols are constantly imprinted on the inside and outside of the armor. every inch. 】

[Until the forehead of your metal helmet slowly raised a huge blood-red horn with metallic luster, as if the endless blessing of chaos completely stopped the indoctrination. 】

[The next moment, you inside the helmet suddenly opened your closed blood-red eyes. 】

【"Kill kill kill—"】

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