American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

You drove the Hades Terminator armor with all your might and launched a galloping charge.

You were like a crazy Grox beast, constantly knocking away the repair servitors that blocked your way forward.

Bombs roared and bombarded the heavy armor on your chest, and the explosions shattered countless metal fragments of the ceramic steel shell.

But you seemed to be fearless and did not dodge at all.

The Butcher's Scythe tightly held in your palm quickly cut through the air.

The sharp blade, with a terrifying scream, suddenly slashed on the Barbarus heavy sword that a Death Guard had just raised.

In an instant, the Butcher's Scythe, whose casting technology and material quality far exceeded ordinary weapons, cut off the opponent's melee weapon and deeply embedded in the opponent's metal helmet.

And with your casual pull, half of the head and shoulder, along with the broken power armor, fell to the ground.

At the same time, a number of Death Guards' power sickles also swept through the air and fell fiercely on top of your helmet.

You immediately drove the Hades-type Terminator armor to move heavy steps. The tactical dreadnought armor, which was much more flexible than other types of Terminator armor, allowed you to respond quickly.

You slightly turned sideways and chose to use the thicker shoulder armor to resist the fierce counterattack of the Death Guards.

The next second, the Butcher's Scythe you suddenly swept forward slashed through the power armor of several Death Guards, almost completely cutting off their tall bodies.

And just when the metal fragments and hot blood of the power armor had not completely fallen to the ground.

You had already pushed away the dying Death Guards in front of you.

The Butcher's Scythe, which was tightly held by your hands, was like a terrifying metal whirlwind, slashing and sweeping towards the approaching Death Guards in an extremely crazy manner.

When the hot blood splashed all over your helmet eyepiece.

You suddenly stopped your heavy steps forward.

You slowly turn around in the Hades Terminator Armor covered with marks of power sickles and heavy swords.

At this moment, the mutilated bodies of the fourteen Death Guards are exposed one by one in your blood-red field of vision.

You exhale a mouthful of pungent air with a chemical smell.

You suddenly feel the forced blessing of Khorne flooding your body.

In an instant, your strength and speed seem to have been greatly improved, far exceeding that of a normal Astartes.

Even the Butcher's Scythe tightly held in your palm has changed slightly.

The already sharp sickle blade has an amazing blood-red color, as if it has become sharper and stronger.

You seem to have expected this, after all, the Warp is now the playground of the four Chaos Gods.

And you are just a little ant that is slightly in line with their wishes under their eyes.

You subconsciously let out a fleeting sigh.

You drive the Hades Terminator Armor slowly past the remaining six hundred or so repair servitors.

You came directly to the front of the armory and opened the heavy metal door of the armory.

However, just when you were about to notify the End Machine Spirit.

Let it lead the surviving navigators and mortal servants to the armory to defend.

You once again keenly perceived a very abnormal and terrifying change, which quickly appeared on the Death Guard's flagship, the End.

You suddenly drove the Terminator armor and turned around.

Through the helmet eyepiece, you vaguely saw a stream of thick green mist exuding infinite malice quietly rushing towards a repair robot servant, and in the blink of an eye it spread to all the repair robot servants.

Almost in an instant, those repair robot servants with no resistance were completely transformed into plague zombies whose mechanical structures began to rot and stink.

Even the repair robot servant controlled by the End Machine Spirit instantly became corrupted and mutated, gradually disappearing from your sight.

"Nurgle's Eclipse! Zombie Plague!" You gritted your teeth and let out a dull roar from the inside of your metal helmet.

You reacted immediately, quickly driving the Terminator armor and retreating into the open entrance of the armory.

However, at this time, a group of black bees that kept emitting terrifying buzzing sounds, carrying an unbearable stench, passed by the staggering Nurgle zombies and attacked you fiercely.

You suddenly raised a thick arm wrapped in a golden shell, and the chemical sprayer on your wrist instantly sprayed out a terrifying poisonous fog covering a radius of dozens of meters.

For a moment, in addition to the Nurgle zombies, even the surrounding metal floors and even the walls were corroded by the chemical substances.

Unfortunately, the terrifying poisonous fog was also effective against unprotected mortal teams or Astartes monks.

It did not have any effect on stopping the Destroyer Plague, which seemed to be a biological swarm on the surface, but was actually an extension of the power of the evil god.

This group of black bees with a terrifying buzzing sound pounced heavily on your Hades Terminator armor, and then quickly penetrated into your body.

You instantly felt the corruption and decay of your strong flesh and the contraction and trembling of the soul fire.

You even felt the endless pain of your rock-hard will and the fighting rage of fighting bravely being gradually pulled out of your tall body like a cocoon.

Your consciousness seemed to fall into a hazy state.

Your ears seemed to be surrounded by a vague, yet kind and deep whisper.

You subconsciously knelt on one knee, holding the Butcher's Scythe tightly in both hands to support your weak and painful body.

You couldn't help but let out a huge roar filled with unwillingness and anger from the depths of your throat.

"Stand up!"

At this moment, the kind whisper that kept surrounding your ears seemed to be suddenly dispelled.

You actually heard a fleeting cruel voice.

"Hmph"

The next moment, a large amount of continuous Chaos Blessing quickly repaired your rotten and decayed painful body, and continued to strengthen every inch of your flesh and blood.

Your physical strength is rapidly expanding, heading towards the dangerous fallen zone and never returning.

But only your soul fire is firmly protected by another powerful psychic power, and no matter how the Chaos Blessing attacks, it cannot enter at all.

So, more Chaos Blessings suddenly changed the route of infusion.

The Butcher's Scythe held tightly in your hands and the Hades-type Terminator Armor you were wearing underwent horrible changes.

The Butcher's Scythe, which was pitch black with a red blade, gradually grew blood-red fangs made of metal.

A blood-red living eyeball also appeared out of thin air on the side of the huge sickle, staring at you with your eyes closed and blinking.

The iron-gray metal surface of your Hades-type Terminator Armor completely turned scarlet. While the ceramic steel shell covered with broken marks was completely repaired, the dense copper-colored X-shaped symbols were constantly imprinted on every inch of the armor inside and outside.

Until a huge blood-red horn with a metallic luster slowly rose on the forehead of your metal helmet, as if the endless blessing of chaos had completely stopped instilling.

The next moment, you inside the helmet suddenly opened your tightly closed blood-red eyes.

"Kill, kill, kill"