American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

You loosened your grip on the melta bomb.

Quickly pull out the thick arm that is constantly corroded by the sticky and smelly green blood.

Your two blood-red magnetic boots stepped heavily on the ground, and your Terminator armor continued to retreat backwards.

In the flash of lightning, Typhons, whose eyes dropped, couldn't help but let out a roar of shock and anger.

"How dare you"

It instantly raised a huge palm covered with a metal shell.

He was about to thrust hard into his corrupt body, intending to pull out the melt bomb that was about to explode from the wound.

However, the injury healing ability that Nurgle God's Chosen is proud of has completely become Typhons's life-threatening talisman.

Before his thick fingers touched the corrupted body, the huge wound that you stabbed open disappeared in an instant and was completely healed.

At the same time, just when you're just starting to move backwards.

Mortarion, wearing the armor of Barbarus, quickly stepped forward.

The giant scythe of silence that suddenly danced in his palm quickly cut through the air, easily cutting off Typhons's thick arm that wanted to tear apart the corrupted body again.

The next moment, the severed arm, exuding a green rotting stench, fell to the ground completely.

Mortarion's yellow eyes suddenly widened, and the giant scythe Nirvana clenched in his palms changed the direction of the attack.

Like lightning, it swept towards the neck of Typhons' rotten power armor.

The terrifying speed and power of this attack far exceed your imagination.

Even the sharp edge of the giant scythe seemed to rub out wisps of fleeting and dazzling sparks in the air.

In an instant, Typhons, who had just lost his arm, didn't even have time to wave the devil's sickle in his other hand to defend himself.

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And accompanied by the crashing sound of the severed arm exuding the green rotting stench, it finally landed on the ground.

The sharp edge of the giant scythe flashed past and Mortarion was quickly picked up in the palm of his hand, and his huge body instantly moved backwards.

"Hiss, no"

In an instant, Typhons, whose horned helmet was slightly tilted and broken, swelled like a ball and stopped any movement.

Lines of extremely hot and terrifying light burst out from its rotten body.

Countless terrifying magma that expanded violently to the point of boiling completely melted Typhons' tall body, leaving not even a trace behind.

At this moment, Nurgle's Chosen Typhons was successfully expelled back to the Garden of the Father by you and Mortarion.

You stare at the gradually melting metal ground within a radius of tens of meters and the rising traces of smoke.

A smile appeared on your lips hidden behind the metal helmet.

"The herald of Nurgle is dead. It has been expelled back to the subspace and cannot come back for the time being. Next, the problem we should solve is how to eliminate the Destroyer Plague of the Death Guard. So far, perhaps we can only do it on Terra. Only an emperor can do it.”

You stared at Mortarion's huge back and said calmly.

However, at this moment, the sharp blade from the giant scythe suddenly falls towards the top of your head.

"Mortarion!

! "You roared subconsciously.

You instantly raised the Bloody Butcher's Scythe tightly in your palm and blocked Mortarion's sudden attack.

"Twenty-two, the two things I hate the most are, first, being pointed at the nose and saying this is all for your own good, and second, that old immortal in the Terra Palace."

"But you keep saying this over and over again, you are just looking for death!"

Mortarion blinked his yellow eyes slightly, staring at the eyepiece of your helmet with an almost deathly cold gaze.

A majestic and deep voice echoed in your ears.

You almost laughed out loud at the Primarch's twisted thinking.

You let out a roar from deep in your chest, driving the thick arms of the Terminator armor upwards, forcefully pushing away the sharp edge of the giant scythe.

"Mortarion, you have come all the way from the poisonous planet of Barbarus to today. Why are you fighting?"

Your hands tighten around the cold handle of the Bloody Butcher's Scythe.

You stared at Mortarion, who wielded the scythe of silence again, and roared in a deep voice.

"Why fight? For myself! And only for myself!" Mortarion, wearing a breathing mask, almost roared in response to you.

The next second, the giant scythe suddenly cut through the air and struck down heavily on your blood-red body again.

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The Bloody Butcher's Scythe and the Great Scythe of Silence collided again, and a loud roar erupted.

After hearing the other person's words, you fell into silence completely.

You no longer attempt to persuade the Primarch with words.

You have become deeply disillusioned with the whims of the Pale King Mortarion.

Perhaps the Primarchs who were able to participate in the Horus Heresy were really troubled children and mentally ill.

You quickly drove the Khorne Terminator Armor forward, and the suddenly trembling Bloody Butcher's Scythe cleverly deflected the terrifying attack of the Great Scythe of Silence.

You immediately waved the Bloody Butcher's Scythe and swept towards Mortarion's huge body.

However, an extremely powerful psychic power instantly surged out of Mortarion's huge body.

He stared at your metal helmet with his yellow eyes, and it seemed that the psychic power with the property of imprisonment actually firmly controlled your blood-red body.

At the same time, an energy pistol with a brass luster on the surface was pulled out by Mortarion from the waist of the Barbarus Armor.

That was a gift from the past emperor to the Primarch Mortarion, an ancient alien energy pistol beacon.

You stared at the gradually lit brass muzzle, and once again burst out a deafening roar.

You struggled to drive the Terminator armor, barely breaking free from the heavy imprisonment of the powerful psychic energy.

At this moment, the ancient alien energy pistol that Mortarion pulled the trigger shot out a terrifying energy that was enough to melt through the Terminator armor in the blink of an eye.

You had no time to dodge.

You could only grit your teeth and raise the bloody butcher's sickle to block in front of you.

Try to use the solidity of the demon weapon to make the final block.

Unfortunately, the fleeting terrifying energy not only melted the Bloody Butcher's Scythe.

Even your entire arm and half of your shoulder were completely melted by the terrifying energy and dissipated into the air.

You suddenly spit out a mouthful of hot blood in the metal helmet, and your half-broken blood-red body seemed to have lost the support of strength, making you kneel on one knee.

At this moment, Mortarion, holding the giant scythe Destruction and the alien pistol Ming Lantern in his palm, slowly stepped forward.

"Twenty-two, don't blame me, for my great vision within reach, you are just a stepping stone on the road, even Horus is the same!"

Mortarion, who was looking down at you slightly, blinked his muddy yellow eyes and said in an almost cold tone.

"Motarion, weakness and ignorance have never been obstacles to human survival. The stupidity and arrogance of not being able to see the future are the way to your death"

You slowly raised the only remaining palm and took off the metal helmet covered with battle scars.

You pulled a sneer of sarcasm and contempt at the other person with the corner of your mouth that was still stained with blood.

At this moment, Mortarion, who was looking down at you, seemed to be completely silent.

The almost dead and cold gaze in those muddy yellow eyes seemed to be even more ruthless.

And just as he quickly raised the light of the alien pistol and pointed the muzzle at your forehead.

With the help of the metal helmet, your palm also quietly groped for the detonator under the power backpack.

"The twenty-second Primarch of the Pale King Mortarion, greets you!"

You pressed the detonator of countless hot melt bombs without hesitation.