American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Hazy Star Region, Calixis Sector.

In the cold void, a huge super war fortress is slowly drifting on an unknown channel.

The main battleships of the Dark Angels are evenly distributed in the surrounding void in scattered fan-shaped formations, forming layers of airtight defense formations.

This super war fortress is the legendary mobile monastery of the Dark Angels, the Stone Fortress.

It is also the planetary wreckage of their former home world Caliban left in the real universe.

Of course, the secrecy of this matter is like the inner ring and the fallen angels. It can be said that whoever mentions it will die!

Dong Dong Dong——

In the depths of the secret space of the Stone Fortress, which is composed of countless complex and tortuous paths, a sound of footsteps gradually sounded from far to near.

A tall figure wearing dark green precision power armor was walking through the silent and deep building passages.

The other party was the current supreme mentor of the Dark Angels, the guardian of truth, and the commander of the Dark Angels, Azrael.

And just behind him.

A short figure holding a red double-winged helmet and wearing a green robe followed closely.

At this moment, Azrael, with a solemn expression, looked worried.

He quickly drove the power armor through a long, winding and silent passage and entered the core area deeper in the Stone Fortress.

During this period, one after another, bright or dark scanning light waves kept jumping back and forth on Azrael's tall body, and a large number of weapon turrets that were already ready to go returned to standby mode.

Such intensive and terrifying defense measures undoubtedly indirectly proved that the defense level of the entire Stone Fortress has greatly exceeded the imagination of normal people.

Not long after, a metal door that was thick enough to resist hot melt explosions and even light spear bombardment slowly opened.

Azrael and his Dark Watcher servants came to a dimly lit empty room.

Judging from the blood-stained metal floors around and the punishment tools that almost covered the entire wall.

This is probably where the Dark Angels used to entertain distinguished guests.

"Asmodai, where are the people?"

At this moment, Azrael, with a solemn expression, suddenly asked.

The other party's voice just echoed in the entire empty room.

In the dimly lit corner, a continuous roar of huge engines suddenly sounded.

An ancient-looking Holy Dreadnought mecha slowly moved its heavy footsteps.

The other party's huge mechanical body, about five meters high, stepped heavily into the center of the room.

"I am thanking him for his warm hospitality to me back then. If you calculate the time, he has broken the breath-holding record created by other fallen angels."

As the low words from the Holy Dreadnought Asmodai resounded in Azrael's ears.

The originally empty metal floor suddenly flipped outward.

Huge and heavy mechanical arms quickly stretched out from under the metal floor.

A hollow coffin made of fine gold was also directly salvaged from a large amount of icy cold water!

The next second, a burst of extremely rapid panting sound came from the hollowed-out fine gold coffin.

"Asmodai! My previous order was to lock him up, not to interrogate him for confession!"

With a hint of anger in his eyes, Azriel reprimanded in a low voice in the direction of the Holy Fearless.

However, before Azriel could continue to speak.

An uncontrollable sarcastic laugh suddenly came from the hollowed-out coffin not far away.

"Hehe——"

At this moment, Azriel couldn't help but frown when he heard the laughter.

He slowly drove the power armor forward.

With every step he took, the metal floor that had been turned up would automatically return to its original position, completely covering the biting cold water under the floor.

"Fallen angel, what are you laughing at?"

Azriel came to the front of the hollowed-out coffin.

His eyes were fixed on the naked figure that was firmly imprisoned inside.

"Haha, you actually asked me what I was laughing at? With what Asmodai had done in the past, he would have been executed long ago in any warband, even a Chaos warband, but he is still alive in the Dark Angels, and he is still alive and well..."

"My dear Supreme Mentor, what do you think I am laughing at?"

The low voice of the mysterious prisoner undoubtedly made Azrael's face look much worse.

But the other party's knowledge and experience as a superior allowed him to quickly adjust his mentality.

"Lord Cypher, you, a guy who chose to fall, have no right to make decisions about the affairs of the warband! How many people have we lost over the years to hunt you down?

"Do you think that only the Holy and Fearless Asmodai wants to entertain you? Or, how long do you think you can last in this cage without seeing the sun? "

Azrael said coldly to Lord Sefer who was imprisoned in the adamantium coffin.

However, his threatening words did not cause any extra emotional fluctuations in the other party.

Hula!

I saw an eyeball belonging to Lord Sefer suddenly close to a hollow in the adamantium coffin.

The depths of the bloodshot eyes seemed to be filled with wisps of purple and blue light.

The other party stared at Azrael standing outside and said in a hoarse voice:

"I can tell you clearly that I can't die no matter what! "

"It's not just because I have appeared in the history of your Dark Angels, but more importantly, you probably have noticed my other identity, right?"

"Haha, as an old friend with whom we have a deep friendship, I also advise you that it doesn't matter if you mess with me for a short period of time, but if you dare to reach out to those werewolf brothers and other captured Astartes..."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you that the style of the 22nd Primarch, the Dark Regent, is quite similar to that of the Lion King in his past, and even worse than that. You'd better pray that you can really control your group of demonic inner circles, otherwise I'm afraid that the Stone Fortress will be a river of blood!"

The low words from Sefer slowly echoed in the ears of everyone present.

The Holy and Fearless Asmodai shook his huge mechanical body violently, wanting to take heavy steps forward immediately.

But Azrael, whose face quickly turned worse, suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

The other party seemed to be silent for a moment, and then suddenly drove the power armor to approach the hollow coffin.

"Lord Cypher, do you think that I can't target you just because you are wearing a shell of the identity of the Primarch's clone?"

"You dare to use the Primarch to pressure me? To tell you the truth, even if Regent Guilliman comes to the Stone Fortress in person, our Dark Angels Chapter is not afraid!"

However, at this time, Azrael's harsh words only exchanged for Cypher's lukewarm response.

"Maybe you Dark Angels have gone too far... I just hope that when the Primarch comes to you in person, you must not cry!"

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