American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

"Um?"

Rorschach, who had just stepped out of the Valkyrie transport plane, was slightly startled.

He subconsciously twitched his nose.

Then he slowly narrowed his cyan wolf eyes.

The brightly lit base is filled with the lemony scent of cheap cleaning fluid.

The metal floor as far as the eye could see was wiped spotless and almost reflective.

Because the area of ​​the underground base is too large.

Even if Iron Man David carefully designed the ventilation system, dust problems are still inevitable.

In most cases, Iron Man David is only responsible for maintaining the base hall and the underground passages that are frequently visited by everyone.

Therefore, a thick layer of dust will remain on most of the metal floors in the base.

Even the emergence of automatic servo robots has alleviated this problem.

But they are busy with daily tasks and only occasionally take time to clean up.

"David, what bad things did our technical priest Reditus do again?"

Rorschach straightened his back and stood there.

Without looking back, he asked Iron Man David, who was carrying data hard drives.

Iron Man David shook his metal head.

With blue light flashing in its eyes, it casually handed the data hard drive to Bucky.

The other party could only accept it with a helpless expression.

"My lord, I have not always paid attention to the situation in the base... You should go and ask about it yourself."

"That's fine."

Luo Xia, who narrowed his green wolf eyes, nodded slightly.

He immediately drove the Terminator Armor forward.

Walk towards the base hall.

A few minutes later, Rorschach arrived at the spotless base lobby.

Before he could ask.

A group of automatic servo robots lined up in a neat line and slowly stopped in front of him, stretching out their mechanical tentacles.

At the same time, Reditus, the servo skull driving the anti-gravity engine, rushed out waving two mechanical tongs.

Its eyes flashed with a striking red light, and it said loudly to the expressionless Rorschach:

"Congratulations, Lord Primarch, on your triumphant return!"

"Leditus...what bad thing did you do again?"

Rorschach narrowed his eyes.

He carefully looked at each other's every move and asked slowly.

"Haha, I still can't hide it from the original body... Now our foundry workshop can already produce small-scale mass production of plastic steel and ceramic steel parts! Congratulations!"

The servo skull floated up and down in mid-air.

The mechanical sound seemed to be full of deliberate excitement.

"Well, good job...but that's not what I wanted to hear."

The expressionless Rorschach took heavy steps and passed through the automatic servo robot.

He stood on the metal platform where the Terminator armor was being disassembled.

He raised his hand and motioned for Raditus to come forward.

"Haha... Lord Primarch, what else do you want to hear? The laser weapon production line has only built a prototype, and there is still some time before production..."

Servo Skull Raditus quickly commanded the automatic servo robot to extend countless mechanical tentacles.

The heavy metal shell of the Terminator armor was quickly disassembled.

Kakaka——

Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, stretched out the Terminator's thick arms.

Pieces of thick metal shell were carefully peeled off by the automatic servo robot.

After Raditus disassembled the skeleton himself, he continued:

"It's not this... Raditus, as long as you confess everything, then I will treat you leniently."

The next moment, the heavy unknown metal skeleton was jointly lifted by more than a dozen automatic servo robots.

Rorschach stepped off the metal platform wearing a rubber suit that gave off a bad smell.

He grinned and moved his limbs, and a faint emptiness spread in his heart.

"Master Primarch... I just made a small change to the automatic servo robot and increased the number."

Servo-skull Raditus drives the anti-gravity engine.

It floated carefully next to Rorschach and said extremely cautiously.

A half-smiling expression appeared on Rorschach's face.

He stared at Raditus and said calmly:

"How much more?"

"one hundred?"

Reditus's eyes flashed red.

"Do you look down on me? Or do you look down on the identity of a technical priest? How much specifically?"

Luo Xia, who bared his fangs, asked with a smile.

Raditus, who was up and down, gritted his teeth and said:

"five hundred!"

"How much exactly? Raditus, you only have one chance!"

"Lord Primarch! I was wrong! I built more than a thousand of them! I also installed large-caliber firearms that fire physical bullets!"

Raditus waved the mechanical pincers.

Its mechanical voice seemed to be filled with panic.

Rorschach let out a heavy breath.

He stared at Reditus with squinted eyes and said calmly:

"The merits and demerits balance each other out. I won't hold you accountable this time... Go and receive the technological information obtained from Iron Man David. Your free days will disappear!"

"God of all opportunities! Thank you, Lord Primarch, for your heart as broad as the moon!"

Servo Skull Raditus quickly shook his white skull up and down.

It immediately drove the anti-gravity engine and rushed deep into the channel.

Rorschach stared at the back of the other person's head, lost in thought.

He immediately turned around and walked towards the equipment room.

However, that was until Rorschach lifted off the dust sheet covering the hoverbike.

He squatted down and inspected it carefully.

But it was discovered that Reditus had never touched the hoverbike.

"Did they just build more than a thousand automatic servo robots?"

Rorschach murmured and stood up.

He turned and walked to the weapons rack.

He checked out a logging gun prototype that Raditus had deliberately placed to claim credit.

"It seems that I have overthought it...Technical Priest Reditus is quite obedient."

Rorschach subconsciously rubbed the cold, thick plastic steel barrel of the logging gun and murmured in a low voice.

Then, he walked out of the equipment room.

Walk towards the private lounge.

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Crash--

Countless scalding hot water completely washed away the slight fatigue on Rorschach's body.

The Terminator Armor can bring him powerful protection and strength.

But the comfort level isn't that great.

Especially the knock-off products of Raditus.

There are still some issues with the metal running in at some locations.

Rorschach, whose gray hair had not yet been dried, was thinking about the positions on the Terminator armor that needed to be readjusted.

He slowly lay down on the metal bed.

Soon after, Rorschach closed his eyelids to disperse the chaotic and divergent thoughts in his mind.

Gradually entered the dreamland.

And wait until Rorschach wakes up again.

It is already more than eight hours later.

He first stared at the shining metallic ceiling for a while, then stood up and sat cross-legged.

Rorschach took a deep breath.

The simulator page opens.

It's been a long time since the last simulation.

It's time for him to see what kind of rewards this simulation can bring.

Rorschach closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing.

Then, without hesitation, I activated the simulation option.

"The Emperor's blessing—"

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