Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

【You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. 】

【You fully understand the vigilance and vigilance of these sons of Medusa towards you. 】

[After all, not everyone can easily accept the help and kindness brought by a strange 'little golden man' who fell from the sky. 】

【"You can think that I am an angel sent by the emperor, a savior from beyond time, the No.20 two loyal primarchs of the human empire."】

[At this moment, your deep words echoed in the surrounding air. 】

[The living metal located between the skull helmets is like melting viscous juice, wrapping each vibrating gold module and slowly falling off your entire head, completely revealing your bronze face and short gray hair. 】

【"What did you say? The Primarch of the Loyalists?"】

【"Wait, if there is nothing wrong with my database, it should be the living metal belonging to the Necrons or some other alien technology... Moreover, only the exquisite casting of this set of power armor on your body It is far beyond the general level of precision power armor, and it is not a precious equipment that ordinary battle groups can easily afford.”]

【At this moment, the leader of the Terminator veteran first carefully scrutinized the power armor Spark Glory on your body for a long time, and then put the indifferent gaze hidden behind the eyepiece on your face. 】

["In addition, there is no alien race or heretic traitor who will pay such a high price to deceive an Astartes strike team that even failed in a combat mission. Most importantly, my automatic premonition system I made a basic judgment on your previous battle data, you are a big man with far more combat power than the Astartes, and even if all of us present pay the price of all of us dying in battle, the final winning rate is less than [-]%..."]

[At this moment, the cold and hard words of the Terminator veteran continue to reach your ears. 】

[However, just when you subconsciously think that the other party's words will end with but and other turning words. 】

【"...Sons of Medusa, Makira Battle Clan, Terminator Veteran Captain Slyer, leading the surviving members of the strike team, see No.20 two primarch masters!"]

[The next second, with the terracotta steel knee armor of the Terminator veteran kneeling on the ground, there was an unexpected collision sound. 】

【The Sons of Medusa who were standing around also quickly lowered the bolt guns in their palms, and suddenly drove the power armor to kneel on one knee, lowering their metal helmets. 】

[The Mordian iron guards, who currently only have more than 20 people left, looked at each other. 】

[They also had to kneel down on one knee with expressions full of bewilderment and doubt, and subconsciously performed the standard Skyhawk salute between their hands. 】

【You raised your eyebrows slightly, and even the corners of your mouth twitched a few times in a very subtle way. 】

[To tell you the truth, you were just a little bit shaken by the 180-degree attitude of this Terminator veteran. 】

[After all, there is no gene offspring's natural admiration and closeness to the gene primarch that is rooted in the blood. 】

[This group of Sons of Medusa who split from the Iron Hands due to the huge conflict caused by Morey’s teachings in the past, whether you can admit your identity as the Primarch is still an unknown that is worth thinking about. 】

[A few seconds ago, you were even mentally prepared to hit them. 】

【"Then get up first, remember, I don't like people bowing down to me, fighting brothers."】

【You gently shook your gray head with short hair, and spoke slowly to the people in front of you in a low voice. 】

【"Now, can you give me a detailed explanation of your combat mission this time? Also, what are those mysterious aliens occupying the Holy Land world? Why do they have the ability to age? Your son of Medusa How much does the regiment know about this?"]

[Your voice just fell. 】

[Captain Slyer, a Terminator veteran driving the power armor, quickly got up from the ground. 】

[He casually took off the dog-shaped metal helmet covering his smooth head, revealing a terrifying face covered with blast scars up and down, and the other half has been transformed with a mechanical prosthetic eye. 】

["They are called space rats, or Hruds. This ancient alien is born with a racial talent called 'entropy'. The specific way of expression is that it can be about 1.5 meters outside the body. , generating a mysterious force field that can speed up the passage of time.”]

【"If that's all it is, it's not that difficult. Even the Mordian Iron Guard can use a large number of heavy vehicles and long-range attacks to easily destroy them, but once the number of Hruds reaches a certain level In a saturated state, even after the formation of nomadic tribes that can support migration, it would be a hopeless and terrifying natural disaster for any world, because their racial talent 'entropy energy' force field will also grow rapidly with the increase in number Get stronger."]

【"Master Primarch, unfortunately, what our Sons of Medusa battle group encountered was a Hrud nomadic tribe that accidentally migrated to the underground of the Holy Land world through the cracks in time and space, instead of the scattered numbers we knew before our arrival Alien race, otherwise we would not have led a strike team without much heavy vehicle support, and only a few regiments of Mordian Iron Guards to hastily launch a war to clean up the aliens.”]

[At this moment, Captain Slyer, a Terminator veteran with red lights flashing inside the mechanical prosthetic eye, whose low-pitched words seemed to have no emotional fluctuations made you gradually fall into a state of contemplation. 】

[According to the current situation, even with the desperate help of your Primarch, there are only nine Astartes and more than 20 mortal warriors. 】

[It is wishful thinking to fight against a whole group of Hruds. 】

[At the same time, you also vaguely recall that in the face of this terrifying alien that can manipulate time, even Perturabo, the rebel Primarch during the Great Crusade, accidentally suffered a big loss...]

[Even if you have already experienced countless ways to die, you don't want to experience the feeling of aging to death for the time being. 】

【"Brothers in battle, this is no longer a mere strike team of the Sons of Medusa, or something that my Primarch can easily solve with brute force."】

【"We must ask the outside world for reinforcements that can reach this place. Where is your spaceship parked in the Holy Land world? Can you contact the astropaths above now?"】

【You quickly returned to reality from the hazy memory. 】

【The expression on your face gradually became serious, and you immediately asked Captain Slyer, a Terminator veteran standing not far away, in a deep voice. 】

【"Master Primarch, all of us came on a sword-class frigate, and now that ship is parked in the low-earth orbit of the Holy Land world, but the immediate problem is that because of the 'entropy of the Hruds The time aftermath caused by the long-term release of the energy' force field has seriously interfered with various frequency bands. Even the short-frequency communication device inside the armor is estimated to be difficult to successfully transmit important information back to the ship. Come to complete a physical message transmission."]

[At this moment, the Terminator veteran from the Son of Medusa slowly put the dog-shaped metal helmet back on his head, and then he said to you in a low voice. 】

【"Good news, there are plenty of flying vehicles in the city. The Thunderhawk gunboats we temporarily discarded around the front line should still be intact. Bad news, we may need to pass through most of the death city area occupied by the Hruds Already."]

【"So, this strange Primarch, do you have any suggestions or opinions on this? As an Astarte, I can listen to you."】

[At this moment, the other party's words that were obviously aggressive have just fallen. 】

[And as a vibrating gold module is wrapped in countless living metals, it spreads rapidly towards your entire head again. 】

【Your bronze-colored face, which has always maintained an indifferent expression, is completely covered by a pale golden hideous skull mask! 】

【"Well, there is no need for that, you have done enough as the Commander of the Astartes..."】

【"Next, it's up to me, the Primarch, to carve out a way for you to survive!"】

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