American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

You swung the Bloody Butcher's Scythe faster.

Your crazy hacking killed more than a dozen nearby corrupt think tanks.

The smelly juice from the opponent's body kept splashing on the surface of your Terminator armor, corroding it with eye-catching marks.

"Those black swarms are the embodiment of the Destroyer Plague. Typhon is here, be careful!"

You turned your sight subconsciously.

You stared at the Destroyer Plague that was approaching rapidly, and warned Mortarion who rushed into the enemy camp carefully.

"Don't worry, I can kill it once, and I can kill it a second time!" Mortarion didn't even turn his head. He just continued to swing the giant scythe of Silence, completely eradicating the remaining corrupt think tanks in front of him and sweeping them away.

You heard the other party's very arrogant words in your ears.

You couldn't help but frown.

But now another battle is about to come, and you don't have time to say anything more.

The next second, the number of black bees, which had occupied more than half of the passage space, rushed towards you one after another.

You slowly drove the Khorne Terminator armor and retreated backwards.

The bloody butcher's sickle tightly held in your palm was almost danced into a series of bloody afterimages, covering an area of ​​several meters.

The sharp blade kept smashing and driving away the black bees that repeatedly approached you.

You quickly made a rational judgment on the situation in front of you.

You planned to rely on the blessing power from Khorne and the demonic equipment to resist this wave of corruption attack from Nurgle.

Otherwise, the harassment of the black bees will never end.

At this moment, Mortarion, who was standing still with the giant sickle of Silence in his palm, suddenly raised a huge palm wrapped in a heavy metal shell.

In an instant, an extremely powerful psychic sorcery burst out from his huge body.

In the blink of an eye, the dark swarm that almost covered half of the passage was dispersed!

Only a small part of the dark swarm remained, constantly entangled around you.

You had no time to think about what this meant.

You just accelerated the swinging of the Bloody Butcher's Scythe, and stepped up to crush the few remaining dark swarms.

"My pitiful offspring, my former right-hand man, hiding is not the fighting belief of the Death Guard."

Blinking his muddy yellow eyes, Mortarion broke the silence again.

The low and majestic voice slowly spoke through the breathing mask to the depths of the dimly lit passage.

You completely blasted away the last group of dark swarms, and the surging blessing power in your body also eliminated some of the discomfort caused by erosion and corruption.

You rubbed the cold handle of the Bloody Butcher's Scythe back and forth.

You immediately drove the Khorne Terminator Armor forward, and the blood-red magnetic boots stepped on the flesh and debris all over the ground, and walked to the vicinity of Mortarion.

Your sight also stares into the depths of the shadowy passage.

You are ready for another fierce and bitter battle.

"Motarion, before you killed me, I was indeed your genetic offspring, and indeed your captain Typhon, but now, I have returned from the silence of death, following the generosity of my lord and father Nurgle"

"My name is the Herald of Nurgle, the Lord of the Destroyer Hive, my name is Typhons!"

At this moment, accompanied by the deep voice that kept echoing inside the passage and the continuous heavy steps

A huge figure that was also three meters tall slowly moved out of the depths of the dimly lit passage.

Its Terminator power armor has completely turned into a rotten green.

Even the armor on the abdomen has become bloated.

Countless yellow-green viscous liquids continue to flow down from the gaps in his armor, almost covering every inch of the metal ground behind him.

At the same time, right behind the opponent.

The trace of the power backpack also seemed to disappear.

Instead, there were Destroyer Hives that were as thick as arms, shaped like funnels, and constantly spewing out wisps of dark bees!

"Typhons, Typhon, my hateful offspring, why do you make me so angry and disappointed."

Mortarion, with a tone that seemed to be calm, slowly raised the giant scythe Annihilation towards the Chosen of Nurgle who had transformed into Typhons, and also asked in a low voice.

However, Typhons, who had not stopped his heavy steps, spoke out mockery and ridicule.

Mortarion's huge body once again launched a terrifying charge forward!

However, Typhons, who had transformed into the Chosen of Nurgle, had no intention of retreating.

He quickly wielded a demonic sickle stained with endless corruption with a metal horn on his helmet, and collided heavily with the giant scythe Annihilation that fell on his head.

In an instant, the deafening sound of metal collisions resounded all around, echoing repeatedly throughout the entire passage.

You took a deep breath.

You also tried your best to drive the Khorne Terminator Armor and charge at the enemy in front.

The Bloody Butcher's Scythe, with its blood-red living eyes constantly rotating, quickly cut through the air and fell heavily on Typhon's corrupt body.

"Khorne's lackey!" Facing your sudden attack, Typhon, who was temporarily at a disadvantage, couldn't help but let out a deep roar.

It first used force to slash away the repeated slashes from the giant sickle of annihilation.

The demon sickle, which suddenly turned in direction, also collided heavily with your Bloody Butcher's Scythe.

Then, groups of black bees gushed out from the Destroyer Hive and quickly pounced on your blood-red body.

However, facing a Primarch and you who have been blessed by Khorne alone.

Even Typhons, who has become the Chosen of Nurgle, is no match.

Just when Typhons tried to use the Destroyer Plague to block and weaken you.

Mortarion's giant scythe, Destruction, has accumulated terrifying power again, and swept heavily towards the opponent's power armor that has expanded like a ball.

Typhons, who had no time to dodge, was easily cut in half.

Countless sticky yellow-green juices wrapped in corrupt and festering internal organs fell to the outside with a crackling sound.

However, for ordinary Astartes, the serious injury is comparable to a fatal injury, but for Typhons, who has become the Chosen of Nurgle, it is just a superficial injury.

It just shook the green power armor that was on the verge of breaking.

The wound on his abdomen that was cut by the giant sickle Silence has completely healed!

"Join our big family, Pale King! The power of a loving father is beyond the imagination of us mortals!" Typhons seemed to laugh in the direction of Mortarion.

However, at this moment, you, who were resisting the continuous erosion and corruption of the swarms of black bees, suddenly stepped forward.

You waved the Bloody Butcher's Scythe with one hand and blocked the heavy blows from the demon's sickle.

Your other hand actually took out a hot melt bomb that had just been activated from the bottom of the power backpack!

You struggled to drive the Khorne Terminator armor forward.

You successfully stuffed the hot melt bomb that was about to explode into the deep of Typhons's corrupt body that was not protected by the power armor!