American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator 774, Silver Skull: The heart is like steel, and the skull is presented to the golden throne (6)! (Wish all students good luck in the college entrance examination!)
774, Silver Skull: The heart is like steel, and the skull is presented to the golden throne (6)! (Wish all students good luck in the college entrance examination!)
Dark clouds shrouded the dark sky. A super storm that had been brewing inside the Saviya planet for a long time was continuously accumulating energy.
And among the dense rainforest centered on the fortress monastery of the Silver Skull Chapter, the metal fortresses and firepower platforms within a radius of twenty kilometers have been completely revealed from their camouflage.
A large number of newly awakened servitors and cogitator arrays are quickly receiving orders and updating combat instructions.
At the same time, an almost uncountable number of barbarian tribes came to the territory of the fortress monastery one after another under the constant summons of the Silver Skull.
Each of them was like an ignorant child. They kept wide-opening their eyes and glanced back and forth at the Astartes who were reinforcing the fortress walls and erecting heavy fire defense platforms.
And when three huge ancient sacred fearers also slowly stepped out of the underground warehouse of the monastery.
Waves of exclamations and sighs kept rising from these primitive barbarians who were sitting on the ground.
Subsequently, a crown of ancient knowledge originally used to inculcate the combat skills of Astartes recruits was pushed out by several veterans with silver skulls.
They began to instill a large amount of combat knowledge and battlefield instructions into the surrounding primitive barbarians. Even if this foreign knowledge would greatly damage the primitive barbarians' previous world concepts or precious memories, the veterans had no plans to stop.
If there were no accidents, most of the primitive barbarians would not survive the arrival of the next rainy season.
Rather than die unfortunately and become a sacrifice to Chaos, it is better to dedicate your last life to the Silver Skull and the Primarch.
At this moment, Rorschach, wearing vibranium power armor, stood at the top of the fortress monastery. He squinted his eyes and stared into the misty depths of the rainforest in the distance.
The traces of movement coming from the brothers' bloodline made him subconsciously take a deep breath of the cold, moist air.
He lowered his head slightly and looked down at the hundreds of thousands of primitive barbarians and scattered Astartes, and also let out a faint sigh that disappeared in the wind.
When this war ends, I don't know how many people will survive. Dongdongdong - At this moment, there was a sound of slightly hasty footsteps behind Luo Xia.
The ceramic steel shell of the power armor was covered with a large number of scars. The chief think tank, Vasiro, revealed his tall figure with a solemn expression.
The other party first bowed slightly to the huge back of the original body and saluted, and then said in a low tone: "Master original body, the main fleet of the Silver Skull is having a fierce battle with the chaos fleet from the Iron Warriors at the edge of the galaxy. Our chapter leader Agen
Theus is trying his best to break through the enemy siege and rush towards his home world."
"According to my prophecy, we need to hold on to the fortress and monastery for at least fifteen days before we can wait for reinforcements to arrive!" Vahiro finished his words.
Rorschach said without looking back: "Three to seven days is the limit we can hold on to. If I guess correctly, the person directing this war is probably an old acquaintance of mine, Perturabo, the Lord of the Iron Warriors."
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"He will not give us a chance to get reinforcements, and siege warfare happens to be the opponent's best tactic...Vashiro, let all fighting brothers be mentally prepared. This may be the most difficult battle we face.
A battle!" At this moment, after hearing Rorschach's words, the chief think tank Vasiro just nodded slightly.
The other party drove the power armor without hesitation, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the monastery. Not long after, Rorschach, who did not look back, suddenly said: "You are back? I thought you ran away early."
"Dear human primarch, I am your alien advisor. If I escape secretly, the reputation of Trazyn the Exterminator will be completely ruined." Trazyn appeared slowly, holding the scepter of empathic annihilation.
The edge of the monastery platform.
It shook its silver skull head slightly, walked up to Rorschach, and said calmly: "According to my reconnaissance information, the number of Chaos Astartes from several war gangs combined may be in the thousands.
There are countless heavy vehicles and demonic units, plus an ascended Primarch. You plan to rely on the following hundreds of thousands of primitive barbarians who can't even understand laser guns, and a hundred Astartes.
To carry out this war?" Faced with the question from Trazin.
Rorschach, who moved his eyes slightly upward and stared at the dark sky, said in a deep voice: "To be honest, I can just take the silver skull and the Terminator Guard and leave now. This is just a failed prayer operation support. In the past
It’s not like I haven’t experienced it before.”
"But this home world will become the target of Perturabo's anger, and countless mortals will completely become miserable playthings in the palm of Chaos. As a primarch, my fighting will and responsibility will not allow me to escape, especially when facing
To those traitorous brothers!" After hearing Rorschach's words, Trazin couldn't help but shake the scepter of empathic obliteration.
It raised its silver skull head, stared at Rorschach's side face with faint green eyes, and whispered: "Dear human original body, even if I can't guess your descending ability for the time being, I can be sure.
Now that you are not immortal, you cannot replicate the special method you used when you first met me. Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Haha, if you are afraid of death, won't you die?" Rorschach took a deep breath and did not directly answer Trazin's question.
He just turned his eyes, looked down at Trazin's silver skull head and said: "Tarrazin, if necessary, I will open the portal for the return fleet. You must lead my Terminator Guards and Silver Skull to evacuate.
Action..." However, at this time, Rorschach didn't finish his words.
Trazin raised a metal palm and shook it, directly interrupting the other party. It said in a deep voice: "If your descendants find out that I am the only one who has successfully returned, they will 100% tear my metal double into pieces.
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"Dear Primarch, whether your previous words were sincere or a conspiracy that has been brewing for a long time, we who are in the same boat must learn to trust and help each other."
"Since you humans currently lack a large number of combatants, let me, the undead overlord, fill the gap for you." At this moment, Rorschach, who was frowning slightly, stared at Trazin's face with a bright luster.
Metal face.
He asked in a puzzled tone: "Tarrazin, although I know that you have the habit of carrying collectibles and men, but I hope that you actually carry a fully organized undead army."
"Haha..." Trazin, who could not move his mouth, let out a deep laugh and shook his silver skull head slightly.
It said nonchalantly to the human primarch in front of it: "Dear human primarch, you really underestimate me, Trazin the Ultimate. What does a mere army mean?"