266, Lord of Death Mortarion: Shroud dances and fights, Rorschach stabs the White King! (1)
Dongdongdong——
The sound of the metal floor being lightly tapped by the soles of shoes.
It kept echoing in the dimly lit underground passage.
After Iron Man David left temporarily to develop a second base.
There is no one to manage those electrical switches, so some of the base's equipment has completely entered an energy-saving state.
At this moment, Rorschach had been circling the streets above the ground for two hours.
Finally, facing the baptism of wind and snow, I returned to the empty and silent underground base.
Seven days ago, Bucky and Old John led two hundred gangsters in disguise.
Escorting the aunt who had packed up all her belongings.
They sailed away from 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 to visit.
But she seemed timid about being close to home, but she still followed Rorschach's advice.
Choose to stay in Japan temporarily, and then take the time to reopen a 'delicious' restaurant.
But surprisingly, Lin Yu, who has been working in the store, also said that he would go home to celebrate the New Year this year.
Therefore, the aunt who felt sorry for the young man's expenses on the road took him on the ocean cruise ship with him.
In this regard, Rorschach said that as long as his aunt was happy, he had no objection.
Wait until nearly half of the staff have left.
There are still 231 gang dogs left in the underground base.
Plus Connors, who has been bored in the laboratory, and Rorschach himself.
There are still two hundred and thirty-three living people in total.
As for the servo-skull Raditus and its intelligent control army that have not yet left the factory, they are not considered ‘human beings’.
Naturally, it doesn’t need to be included.
Da da da--
Just as Rorschach was about to arrive at the brightly lit base hall, his thoughts were spinning.
The Fist of Belial trotted along the metal floor with five metal fingers.
Like a huge dark green metal rat, it suddenly scurried across his sight.
"call--"
Rorschach raised his eyebrows and slowly exhaled from his mouth.
He was too lazy to deal with this mysterious power glove.
Rorschach casually took off his woolen coat and walked directly into the material storage warehouse.
He rummaged through it and found a few Glocks steaks that had not yet thawed, planning to make them for today's dinner.
About half an hour later.
Rorschach's body was wrapped with traces of oil smoke and the aroma of food, and he sat next to the empty metal round table.
In front of him was a large plate of well-cooked steak that made a slight crackling sound of grease.
However, Rorschach, who frowned slightly, stared at the steak indifferently for a while.
Suddenly I lost any appetite for food.
He subconsciously slumped down on the metal seat.
I casually opened the simulator and scrolled through the page.
On the designated salvage page, the countdown has not yet ended.
It will take at least forty-eight hours to know what the harvest will be.
However, the simulation option has completed natural cooling.
So, I took off the trinket of illusion dust from my wrist.
Rorschach, who had completely restored his original appearance, decided to take the opportunity to conduct the next simulation.
Without thinking, he put a fingertip on the simulated startup option.
However, within a fraction of a second after the simulation starts.
With his eyes wide open, Rorschach suddenly revealed something very important!
"Oops! I forgot to pray to the Emperor! The Emperor protects..."
[Simulation is starting——]
[Current identity: Space Wolf Bloodclaw (Webway·Comorragh·Death Arena)]
[Please choose your identity first]
【If you refuse, it will come immediately】
[Rejected to choose identity]
[Simulation is starting——]
[You have arrived in the Warhammer Universe]
【Time:M31(???)】
[Location: Subspace·Terminal Flagship]
[You accidentally arrived in the lower cabin of the Death Guard’s fleet flagship, the ‘Terminus’…]
[You find that you are wearing a set of special Hades-type Terminator armor with a gray-white metallic luster, and a two-meter-and-a-half-meter-long Butcher's Scythe is tightly held in the palm of your hand.]
[You don’t have 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 merciless bloody massacre taking place in front of you.]
[Hundreds of navigators with third eyes on their foreheads, together with their mortal servants, were forced into a corner of the lower cabin by an Astartes monk wearing a cavalry-type Terminator armor. ]
[The giant scythe that the opponent waved casually would kill 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 foul air inside the helmet that smells of pungent chemicals.]
[You immediately drove the exquisite Terminator armor and launched a charge, and the Butcher's Scythe waved in the palm of your hand quickly passed through the air. ]
[Your weapon collided heavily with the Slayer's huge scythe, preventing the subsequent massacre. 】
["Death Shroud! You dare to block the order of my lord Typhon! Even the Pale Lord will not tolerate your transgression!" The strange Astartes monk turned the metal helmet slightly, hiding the cold sight behind the helmet's eyepiece.
Staring at you.】
["Typhon...are you the Gravekeeper Terminator of the First Great Company?" You held the motionless Butcher's Scythe with one hand and asked in a low voice.]
["Who are you! The Death Shroud will always remain silent! Never utter any words!" This Astartes monk who belongs to the Gravekeeper Terminator seems to be shocked by your words and can't help but let out a near roar.
Xiao’s question.]
[However, the next second, a metal iron fist that you clenched tightly hit the opponent's metal helmet hard, making a loud roar that was unbearable for mortal ears. ]
[Your calculated and unintentional sneak attack is undoubtedly very effective.]
[Even the tall metal body of the Gravekeeper Terminator took a step back slightly.]
[You step forward abruptly, the long and thick shaft of the sickle sliding rapidly in your palm.]
[You took this opportunity to turn the tip of the Butcher's Scythe, and struck the weak part of the opponent's body with agility far exceeding that of the Astartes.]
[With the collapse of countless ceramic steel and plastic steel fragments.]
[The sharp tip of the Butcher's Scythe was heavily inserted into the interior of the Gravekeeper Terminator's helmet, completely destroying the opponent's brain hidden inside.]
[At this moment, the death cloud launcher is located above the power backpack of the Gravekeeper Terminator. 】
[Just after a dozen wisps of dark green chemical poisonous mist emerged, it completely stopped erupting outward. 】
[You slowly pulled out the Butcher's Scythe and subconsciously held it in the palm of your hand.]
[The body of the strange Brother Astartes fell heavily to the ground, making a huge collision sound.]
[You once again took a deep breath of the polluted air that smelled of pungent chemicals.]
[If you were even half a second slower just now, the navigators present would have suffered huge and irreparable losses.]
[The next moment, your eyes slowly turned through the helmet eyepiece, staring at the navigators and their mortal servants who were as stunned as quails.]
