American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Your initial confrontation with the Primarch is temporarily over.

As the huge Mortarion put away his giant scythe without hesitation, he was destroyed.

You hesitated for a moment, but still lowered the Bloody Butcher's Scythe tightly in your palm.

"Nameless devil, although the machine soul of the Terminus has assured me of your origin, and Typhon is being resurrected as you said, I still can't believe that you are my heir. Who are you?"

At this moment, Mortarion slightly opened his yellow eyes, staring straight at you with an almost lifeless gaze.

His majestic and low questioning voice also made the surrounding Death Guards subconsciously focus their eyes on your blood-red body.

"Just like the twenty-one Primarchs all have their own unique abilities or life experiences, the same is true for me. I am just a currency of the Emperor. If you really want to know my name, Then call me twenty-two.”

You raised your metal helmet with a bloody horn, holding the Bloody Butcher's Scythe in your palm, and said in a calm tone.

Your words seemed to cause a small commotion among some of the Death Guard.

Even now, they are still suffering from the endless pain caused by the Destroyer Plague.

But such shocking news also allowed them to temporarily escape their focus on endless pain.

However, the huge Mortarion seemed to have no emotions.

He just looked at you carefully with his yellow eyes.

Your mouth hidden inside the metal helmet opened slightly and slowly let out a breath.

You did not tell the truth to the Pale King, who is also a Primarch, as you did with Corax, the Raven King.

Even if you finally save the other party from the corruption of the evil god Nurgle.

He was also a rebel Primarch who betrayed the Emperor and the Imperium of Mankind.

"The twenty-second Primarch? It seems that the bad habits of immortality are hard to change."

The silent Pale King was the first to break the silence, and his majestic and deep voice slowly reached your ears.

You seem to have keenly captured the fleeting complex emotions deep in Mortarion's yellow eyes.

It seems to contain hatred, disgust, jealousy, arrogance and a small amount of nostalgia.

"Twenty-two, right? You don't seem to be lying, but you are not telling the truth completely. However, solving Typhon is the first problem you and I need to face."

Mortarion, who quickly hid his mood swings, suddenly lowered his head, looked down at you with his yellow eyes and said.

The blood-red horn above your metal helmet's forehead seems to be reflecting light slightly.

You nodded heavily towards the other party, acquiescing to what the other party said.

At this moment, the Pale King Mortarion once again looked around at the large number of heirs in the ancient hall with his eyes that were so indifferent to death.

When he saw at the edge, some of the Death Guards who had been eroded and tortured by the Destroyer Plague had begun to beg for death.

Mortarion, who has always been indifferent, still believed your actions and chose to cooperate with you.

You exchange a few words with Mortarion briefly.

You decide to find a way to get rid of Typhon once and for all.

Save the Death Guard Legion from endless pain.

The Pale King, wearing the armor of Barbarus, turned around and led the way.

The giant scythe was held in his palm and swayed up and down with the steps of his body.

You took one last glance at the Death Guard in the auditorium through the helmet visor.

You drove the Terminator Armor without hesitation, and followed the huge figure of the Pale King under the silent gaze of countless painful eyes.

You quickly left the ancient auditorium and walked towards the bridge.

And as you go deeper.

You are very keen to discover that the subspace signs of chaos corruption are becoming more and more serious.

Except for the green mist floating randomly in the air.

You also saw a large number of metal equipment in the upper cabin undergo horrific changes.

The metal parts are either rotten and smelly, with green pus flowing all over the place, or they are constantly twisting and trembling as if they are alive, and occasionally they make very strange shouting sounds.

You can even vaguely hear the joyful laughter of countless Nurglings in your ears.

At this moment, deep in the wide passage leading to the bridge.

Mortal crew members transformed into Nurgle's zombies by the zombie plague, as well as dozens of tall Death Guard think tanks with bellies as swollen as balls, also appear within your sight.

These powerful psionic units are almost immune to the erosion and corruption of Chaos.

This also results in them being more susceptible to corruption than other Death Guards who are suffering.

At this time, these Death Guard Think Tanks, whose abdomens were as swollen as balls, drove the green power armor with multiple rotten and ulcerated wounds on their bodies.

They also waved the corrupt weapons in their palms vigorously, and launched a slow but determined attack in your direction with a smile.

Mortarion remained silent and said nothing.

He just trembled slightly and the giant scythe held tightly in his palm was silenced.

The next second, the huge body, like a volcano erupting, rushed forward towards the enemies in front with an overwhelming force.

You took a deep breath and subconsciously clenched the Bloody Butcher's Scythe in your palms.

You also immediately drove the Khorne Terminator Armor and launched a battle charge.

Instantly, the giant scythe of Annihilation and the bloody butcher's scythe screamed horribly in the air, and the sound echoed in the entire corridor for a long time.

The Nurgle zombies were smashed into pieces by the battle charge of the two of you, and the rotten flesh and blood flew everywhere.

A dozen fat, smiling Death Guard think tanks suddenly swung their corrupt weapons forward.

However, they were repeatedly smashed from top to bottom by Mortarion's giant scythe of Annihilation and the power armor, and they became rotten corpses split in two.

You also suddenly stopped the heavy pace of the charge, and the bloody butcher's scythe with blood-red living eyes randomly turned forward.

Five or six Death Guard think tanks who did not intend to dodge were torn into two halves by the powerful force and sharp blades, splashing countless disgusting green pus.

At this moment, whether it was you or the Pale King Mortarion.

There is no intention to hold back in the face of these completely corrupted Death Guards.

However, just when you and Mortarion are about to completely eliminate and clean up the corrupted think tanks in front of you.

Deeper at the end of the corridor, a group of black bees with terrifying buzzing sounds suddenly attacked you.