American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Located in the lounge on the first floor of the underground base.

Rorschach, who had just washed himself, sat cross-legged on the metal bed.

The short gray hair was stained with countless water droplets that had not been wiped clean.

Occasionally, it slowly slid along the neatly trimmed temples and landed on the full and bulging muscles of the thighs.

At this moment, wearing a white bath towel, he was planning to take a rest.

Although Rorschach can now use the function of ganglia to maintain it for a long time without resting.

But in his free time, he still likes to arrange daily activities and tasks according to a fixed schedule.

After ten minutes, all the water droplets on the body had almost evaporated.

In his hand he held a book of observations about the universe written by a rogue trader.

Rorschach, with a comfortable expression, slowly lay down on the metal bed.

However, not long after, he seemed to have just remembered something and threw the heavy book he had read a page beside the pillow.

Then, I opened the emulator without hesitation.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly and gently moved his fingertips.

Entered the simulator salvage page.

At this moment, all the salvage tasks he selected previously have been completed and are waiting for harvest and review.

Rorschach first checked the items obtained from ten ordinary salvages.

After discovering that they were all long-expired food supplies.

He turned his eyes and glanced at the harvest designated for salvage.

[Specified salvage countdown: zero]

[Designated Salvage: Power Fist Gloves]

[Salvage Harvest: Power Fist Gloves - Fist of Belial (Relic)]

Note: "This is a finely crafted power gauntlet from the Blood Ravens Chapter. This extremely destructive but slow attack weapon is usually installed on the Tactical Dreadnought Armor."

Note: "It is said that this is a finely crafted weapon forged by the Blood Ravens Chapter in memory of Belial, the Grand Master of the Dark Angel Deathwing... The Blood Ravens Chapter hopes to use this to empower all battle brothers who are worthy of the Terminator Powered Armor. They all regard the First Company of the Dark Angels as the combat model of the Terminator team."

Note: "This power fist was finally lost on the eve of an expedition. It seemed to have experienced countless magnificent cosmic scenes that even the Astartes monks rarely saw, and even reached distant extragalactic galaxies..."

Marked "'The above information is provided by the ancient machine soul of this glove. It is difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake...'"

Note: "'Power Gloves, no secrets!' said the ancient machine spirit."

A series of annotated text.

Rorschach, who was lying on the metal bed, couldn't help but blink a few times.

He re-read the text on the power gloves a few times.

After finding no warning signs of Chaos contamination.

Rorschach decided to extract this exquisite power glove called the Fist of Belial.

Buzz buzz——

A few seconds later, a huge power fist glove with a dark green metallic luster reflected on its surface slowly appeared on the chest with bulging muscles.

The huge weight from the power gloves forced Rorschach to sit up from the metal bed.

He gently held the power glove, which exuded a cold feeling, with his two palms and looked at it carefully.

"Tsk...didn't you say that there is a machine soul in this power glove? I have never seen a real machine soul... uh, hello?"

Rorschach, who had doubts in his eyes, listened for a while.

After finding no response.

He couldn't help but fiddle with the power gloves in his palm.

Rorschach first tapped the dark green metal shell a few times.

Then he moved a few metal fingers that were as thick as an ordinary person's wrist.

However, there was never any sign of the existence of the so-called machine soul.

"Oh... maybe the so-called machine soul is some kind of weak artificial intelligence, and it needs to be connected to the Terminator armor and powered up to be truly activated, right?"

"Forget it, let's send it to Raditus. As a technical priest, he knows best whether there is a machine soul."

Rorschach, who didn't come up with anything, slowly relaxed his frown.

He got up and went out, summoning a passing automatic servo robot.

Order the opponent to send this dark green power glove to the Servo Skull in the foundry.

Wait until the automatic servo robot turns around and leaves with the power fist gloves.

After closing the door to the lounge, Rorschach returned to the metal bed and tried to enter sleep time.

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Rorschach, who had regained his energy, shook his tall body.

The whole person walked out of the lounge in high spirits.

He entered the brightly lit base hall with the book of universe experiences that he had only read a few pages under his arm.

At a glance, Rorschach saw Iron Man David who was directing non-staff personnel to sort out various business through the Internet.

Imperial Heavy Industries, which has integrated a large number of industries and has just entered the world, needs additional guidance.

Rorschach stepped forward and sat next to the metal round table.

After he checked the business information displayed by Iron Man David.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly announced a news to Iron Man David.

Rorschach decided to hold a roundtable barbecue that had not been done in a long time.

One is to celebrate the successful completion of the first combat mission by the gang dogs.

It also deepens the relationship between each other.

The second is to give Old John a welcome ceremony to wash away the dust.

After all, the other party has been here for so long since Asgard.

He just became friends with Bucky, who lives next door.

He hasn't even met the other people in the team a few times, so it's always not appropriate.

As for Rorschach's proposal.

Iron Man David, who was sitting opposite the metal round table, accepted it with pleasure.

It shook its metal head and temporarily ended the information contact with the non-staff personnel.

Then, Iron Man David began to command the automatic servo robots to move the food and drinks in the material storage room.

Rorschach, who was gradually getting interested, also called his aunt.

All the food in the restaurant was booked in advance.

It was also a small preparation for the banquet.

About an hour later.

Teams of gang dog team members, who were in uniform and energetic, quickly walked out of the second underground floor under the leadership of Bucky and Old John.

At the same time, the servo skull Raditus, who received the message, also quickly drove the anti-gravity engine to leave the autonomous foundry and enter the base hall.

Even Mr. Connors, who had never cared about anything outside the laboratory, was persuaded by Rorschach to join the party.

At this moment, the usually deserted underground base became lively again.

The automatic servo robots shuttled through the crowd and acted as waiters and even furniture.

They distributed drinks and food to the people present like tireless tools.

At this time, seeing that everyone had basically gathered.

Rorschach, holding a transparent wine glass in his hand, slowly straightened his back.

He stood next to the metal round table with many foods.

He tapped the smooth table with a sharp fingertip.

Ding Ding Ding——

The extremely crisp sound of metal collision immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The noisy base hall was instantly quiet.

Countless eyes turned subconsciously and focused firmly on Rorschach, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Rorschach took a deep breath and blinked.

He slowly raised the transparent wine glass in his palm.

After organizing his words a little, he said loudly to the people who kept quiet:

"There is a fine tradition in our team that has been maintained for a short time, but must be passed on. That is the welcome ceremony called the round table barbecue meeting. It is usually held every time a new person joins. The purpose is also very simple, that is, to consolidate the trust and relationship between everyone through eating and drinking, and to relax everyone's tense mind on weekdays."

"To be honest, our team has been growing and becoming stronger. There are hundreds of people present alone. If we add many non-staff members who serve us indirectly, the number will be even greater."

"This is one of the results of everyone's hard work, and I hope everyone can maintain it."

"Of course, there is no need to talk too much about work issues during entertainment time."

"Let us first welcome the berserker Old John from the ancient extraterrestrial civilization, Asgard... Well, I really don't know what Old John's full name is."

Rorschach's distressed words with a sense of humor immediately triggered low laughter from everyone.

The joyful voice slowly echoed in the entire base hall, and it lasted for a long time.

As everyone's eyes turned.

Standing in the corner of the base hall.

The one-eyed old man wearing a black training suit couldn't help but grin.

The muscular old John first laughed heartily.

Then he shouted loudly in the direction of Rorschach:

"Haha, Rorschach boy, thank you for your flattery! I like my current life very much. It makes me feel like I'm back to the easy days when I just joined the Asgard Legion!"

"Of course, you guys who are laughing and joking also need to double your training! I am looking forward to a real human berserker being born in your team!"

"That's all I have to say as an old man! The rest of the blessings are in the wine! I'll drink it!"

As soon as the voice fell, old John suddenly raised his one arm.

He held the transparent wine glass in his palm and drank it without hesitation.

"Cheers to old John! Cheers!"

The next moment, everyone present also raised their glasses in the direction of old John, and then drank it happily.

A few minutes later, the automatic servo robots that shuttled back and forth in the crowd refilled everyone's drinks.

Rorschach, with a brighter smile on his face, also said loudly to the crowd as the atmosphere gradually became warmer:

"Next, it is to celebrate that all the gang dog members have completed their first combat mission. Your performance can be said to be very outstanding... So far, I will not say too much praise. Anyway, everyone can drink and eat as much as they want today!"

"For mankind, and for the emperor..."

"Everyone, eat and drink well!"