American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

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An elderly navigator in a gorgeous robe suddenly pushed away the crowd around him.

He slowly stepped forward and bowed in your direction.

"Thank you for saving our lives. The Navigator Family of Terra will remember all your heroic deeds," the elderly navigator said in a trembling voice.

"Traitor, are you still loyal to the Emperor? Are you still loyal to the Human Empire?" You were silent for a moment, and your deep and rich voice echoed in everyone's ears through the metal helmet.

"For tens of thousands of years, the Navigator Family has never been involved in the political whirlpool of the Empire, but now, it is the Pale Lord who betrayed us first," the third eye on the forehead of the elderly navigator seemed to reveal anger from the heart, he whispered.

"We are willing to atone our sins with our lives for the heresy of betraying the Imperium of Man and the Emperor. Respected Astartes Brothers, please lead us to try to reverse the current tragic situation."

You glanced at the navigators and mortal slaves around you through the helmet eyepiece.

You seemed to see the regret for following the Death Guard rebels and the fear of death in their eyes.

"The Death Guard flagship Terminus Est has not yet become a living warship, and it has already penetrated deep into the warp. A group of powerless navigators can't do anything big. Let's take it one step at a time." You remained silent, and your thoughts were turning rapidly in your mind.

You asked the older navigator about the location of the arsenal and power room of Terminus Est.

You got a rough description of the flagship map from him.

You turned around and picked up an unknown model of hot melt pistol from the body of the gravekeeper terminator.

You carefully checked the chemical sprayer on the wrist of the Hades Terminator Armor, which was filled with chemical poison mist that could only support three battles.

You glanced at the death cloud launcher on the gravekeeper's body with great regret.

The design that was almost integrated with the Iron Knight Terminator Armor made it impossible for you to dismantle it with brute force.

Then, you simply prepared for the battle and issued an order to the trembling people.

You asked them to follow you all the time and keep a safe and distant distance.

You will raid the arsenal of the flagship Terminus alone, obtain enough weapons and equipment to arm everyone, and make the next attempt.

Your order was supported by the older navigator.

Other navigators and mortal slaves had to obey your command, whether for atonement or simply to survive.

You held the Butcher's Scythe in one hand and the Melta Pistol in the other palm.

You walked out of this lower-level slaughterhouse dedicated to killing navigators alone.

Without hesitation, you slowly walked towards the cabin passage leading to the middle-level arsenal.

You vaguely noticed the constant scrutiny of the mortal crew members in some cabins.

You didn't care about it, and didn't try to stir up a riot among them.

Because if there were no unexpected circumstances, the mortals on this ship wouldn't live long.

You slowly drove the Hades Terminator armor into a narrow passage with servitors all over the metal walls.

The almost unchanging scene around you made you vaguely feel a visual dislocation, as if this long and dark passage would never end.

At this moment, a half-body servitor in your sight suddenly turned its neck.

On the skinny head filled with various lines and pipes, a pair of deep eyes without any human interest seemed to be constantly looking at you.

"First three deaths" The next second, intermittent tearing sounds were desperately squeezed out from the depths of the opponent's throat.

You stepped forward without hesitation, and the butcher's sickle in your hand slid slightly, completely chopping off the skinny head of the half-body servitor.

However, just as the skinny head fell down and rolled to the side of your magnetic boots.

A half-body servitor on the other side of the metal wall also suddenly moved.

It did not try to speak again, but tremblingly raised a slender arm with only skin and bones left.

A trembling finger first pointed to the deepest part of the passage, and then made a human walking and a digital gesture indicating the number three.

"Who are you?" You observed the other party's actions very carefully through the eyepiece of the metal helmet.

As if hearing your question, the half-body servitor seemed to have completely lost its movement and returned to its previous tranquil state.

You stood there and waited for a moment, and after not finding any other abnormalities, you continued to walk deeper into the passage.

You did not believe the goodwill expressed by the other party, but you were also prepared to deal with any attacks.

Ten minutes later, as you were about to walk out of the narrow passage, you unexpectedly met three Astartes monks wearing gray-white power armor who had just entered the passage.

You quickly glanced at the bolter hanging on their waists and the huge sickle in their hands.

You took a deep breath of the pungent chemical air and walked towards the Death Guards.

The three Death Guards also immediately discovered you in the death shroud.

They stood on one side of the passage without hesitation, making way for you, and slowly performed the Death Guards' regiment etiquette.

You remained silent, only nodding slightly in return to the three Astartes.

Just as you were about to pass by the three respectful Astartes.

"Are you still loyal to the Emperor?" You suddenly asked them.

"Uh-huh?" The three Astartes seemed to be in a brief shock because of your sudden opening.

Or perhaps as rebels, they didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

The next second, you raised the hot melt pistol in your palm without hesitation, aimed at the helmet of an Astartes and pulled the trigger.

At the same time, the Butcher's Scythe held tightly in your other palm also suddenly cut through the air.

It was embedded deep into the power armor of an Astartes from the neck.

The next moment, the terrifying orange-red hot melt melted the metal helmet of the Astartes in the blink of an eye, including the head inside.

The Butcher's Scythe you pulled hard almost split the Astartes Brother in half.

"Damn Death Shroud! You traitor!"

However, just when the last Astartes Brother went completely crazy and was about to swing the huge scythe to attack you.

You had already turned the muzzle of the Melta Pistol and pulled the trigger continuously.

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