American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 1035 Hunting target: Vashtor!

Rorschach, who heard Omegon's low words in his ears, did not answer immediately.

He stared into the cold void outside the huge transparent porthole and slowly asked:

"Omegan, have you heard of the planet Moro?"

At this moment, Omegon, who had no emotion on his indifferent face, seemed to have a strange look at the familiar words in Rorschach's mouth.

He didn't give any answer, but threw another question towards Rorschach's broad back.

"Rorschach, do you think you will definitely become a chess player who controls the chess board? Even if you succeed, how much do you think you will still have today? This is a question worth pondering. I hope you can think about it carefully. one time."

Omegon just finished speaking.

Rorschach slowly turned around as his huge body drove the vibranium power armor.

He looked down at Omega standing not far away with his slightly narrowed eyes, and said in a calm tone:

"Brother, I'm just asking you a normal question... I know what the hell is Moro. It is the only ritual place where the Chaos Evil Gods from the Supreme Heaven can have some kind of communication with the real universe."

"I also know that both Lorgar and Horus went to that place before they fell completely."

At this moment, Omegon seemed to take a deep breath after hearing Rorschach's words.

He stared at Rorschach's bronze face with a sincere expression and said in a deep voice:

"If that's the case, then you should know what this means. Maybe in your opinion, the great emperor's failure to oppose your idea on the spot is acquiescence, but I have to tell you, my brother, a A true father would not watch his child step into a pit of fire. Is He really doing your best? Or is He the one who allows you to act recklessly?"

"Haven't you noticed that today's emperor has no extra humanity, and only the divinity without any selfishness is left? From the perspective of macro-interests, there is nothing wrong with you pursuing the path to becoming a god, but brother , are you sure you are really ready to give up everything and abandon everything?”

At this moment, the low words from Omega penetrated into Rorschach's ears like a continuous spell.

Rorschach, whose face showed no unnecessary changes in expression, did not open his mouth to refute.

Instead, he listened quietly to everything the other party said.

After Omegon finished speaking all the words in one breath, Rorschach, who also took a deep breath, said calmly:

"My brother, I know you are worried about my condition. To be honest, I also think that some of my actions are like walking a tightrope above boiling magma. Many times I am only one step away from true depravity."

"But nothing in the cold universe waits for anyone. Even today's Human Empire, without the blessing of the Emperor and the sacrifices of countless loyal mortals and even Astartes, the human race may have disappeared in countless in the midst of a horrific war.”

"Furthermore, it seems that with the return of each primarch, today's human empire is gradually recovering its strength, as if even the prosperity of the past is within easy reach. But only Guilliman and I truly know that all this is nothing. It’s just an extremely illusory and false scene.”

"Perhaps there is one thing you don't know yet? I think Guilliman can only complain to me... that is, the Golden Throne is failing year by year. If there is no way to save it, the helpless Emperor will be forced to become a god!"

"I think you should know a little bit about the history of the last Eldar race that gave birth to a Chaos Evil God, right? With their former prosperity now half-dead, do you think our human race can withstand such a long-term development?" Is it falling apart beyond everyone’s imagination?”

At this moment, Rorschach's heartfelt words obviously made Omegon completely fall into silence.

After both parties pondered for a long time, Omegon finally asked Rorschach in front of him:

"In other words, no matter how hard we, the loyal Primarchs, struggle, this is the only way we can go?"

"There may be other ways, but this is the only path to salvation where the risks and costs can be paid by me alone."

Rorschach took a slow and deep breath and said to Omegon in an extremely solemn tone:

"Omegon, didn't you just ask me what I'm going to do next? I plan to lead the Scourge Fleet to hunt the Chaos Demigod, Creator, and Lord of the Furnace, Vashtor!"

"To a certain extent, it may be one of the powerful existences closest to the Chaos God. There may be similar existences in the depths of the Supreme Sky, but there are not many that can freely come and go in the real universe!"

"Based on my guess, I may need a lot of chaos knowledge from the Supreme Heaven, as well as detailed information about the Chaos God's throne. Therefore, I think Vashtor, who covets the Chaos God's throne, is undoubtedly the best Choose!”

However, Rorschach had just finished speaking.

Omegon, who frowned slightly, said to the other party:

"Wait, Lord of the Forge Vashtor? How do I remember that you once told me that you have had countless war conflicts with it? You actually want to seek Chaos knowledge from a mortal enemy?"

"Brother, if you are really determined to take this path, my suggestion is to choose a more secure method, such as letting those think tank brothers take action immediately, summoning unknown chaos demons from the depths of the High Heaven again and again, and trying to squeeze or cheat more chaos information from them."

"Perhaps these old methods are slow and clumsy, but at least you don't have to pay too much, and you can repeatedly cross-check the authenticity of some information!"

At this moment, the many words from Omegan made Rorschach, who subconsciously opened his eyes wide, nod back and forth.

After the other party finished speaking.

Rorschach raised one of his vibranium hands and slapped Omegan's heavy shoulder armor. He said to him:

"Brother, you are right. Since we know very little about Chaos, we do need various ways to cross-verify the truth!"

"I will now order the Astartes to let all Dalian's think tanks launch fishing plans in the depths of the subspace. I hope that these small shrimps caught can bring some more positive effects to my continued hunting of the big fish Vashtor!"

"Rorschach, did you misunderstand something? I mean..."

"Omegan, don't look at me like that... Since I am a Primarch, I need to try all kinds of methods when facing various difficulties, so my choice is that I want them all!!!"

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