American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Dong dong dong——

Deep below the main hive city where light almost disappears.

The extremely dark and stale air is filled with deadly toxins that can poison any mortal, as well as mutated creatures that occasionally haunt the depths of the shadows.

The next second, the silence of this silent place where no one had ever been was broken by a loud noise.

Looking around, Primaris sharks wearing new types of power armor on their burly bodies carry heavy firepower weapons that can cope with various battlefield situations. They maintain the battlefield customs of the sharks and repeatedly move towards the rusty ground ahead. Heavy pace.

At the rear of their entire team, there were thousands of Ao Kai mechs armed with chain swords, Fort star-type intelligent control mechas carrying Hellhammer laser cannons on thick shoulder armor, and three steel-controlled robots. The ancient Dreadnoughts of the Hand Chapter are also continuing to move forward.

At this moment, Avin Lars from the Iron Hands Chapter and the Rakuan clan was struggling to drive the broken power armor to guide everyone's path forward.

He also subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the Primaris shark veterans behind him who were exuding a strong killing aura.

"When I was still on Medusa, I heard that there was such a powerful Primarch in the empire who would come to countless mortal worlds at the most desperate time. I didn't expect that he would be on Sandinus. When I met the other party, I didn't expect that the Astartes under the other party would be so elite."

After hearing Avien's words, Chief Thinker Tehra suddenly waved the power scepter in his palm.

There were only about thirty Iron Hands Astartes left, and they were immediately divided into several combat assault teams.

A reconnaissance operation was launched deep into the hive pipe ahead.

"Then you haven't seen with your own eyes the horrific scene of our master primarch tearing apart a war dog titan. In a daze, I thought I saw the majestic figure of master Ferus..."

Tehra, the chief think tank whose tall body did not stop driving the power armor, said in an extremely low voice.

"Alas, Lord Ferus..."

After hearing the other party's words, Avien subconsciously let out a low sigh full of sadness.

Ferrus Malus, the genetic father of their Iron Hands, had unfortunately died in the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago.

And his head was personally beheaded by Fulgrim, one of his most trusted primarch brothers.

Later, the head that had fallen into the hands of Horus was recovered by Guilliman and Dorn, and was finally enshrined in the Eye of Medusa on the planet Medusa.

"By the way, Tehra, is that ancient legend that once spread on Medusa a real thing? I remember that the content of the legend is that the 'Key to Hell' that Master Ferus used to control must be completely handed over to A brother Primarch wearing golden power armor is keeping..."

However, at this time, Avien had not yet finished speaking.

The chief think tank who suddenly drove the power armor to turn around immediately used wisps of psychic power to firmly seal Avien's metal helmet and the mouth hidden inside!

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"This is a top-secret existence that only a handful of high-status Steel Fathers know about! Even if you are the Lord of Steel and a confidant of war leader Cardin, you should not reveal anything to the outside world!"

The words just fell.

Chief think tank Tehra seemed to realize that his series of actions were too reckless.

Or maybe the intimidating momentum brought by the storm bolters raised by a large number of Primaris sharks was too shocking.

In short, the other party quickly issued a safety gesture to the people behind.

At the same time, the chief think tank Tehra, who had lifted the blockade of psychic power, had to lower his voice and said to Avien, whose expression was extremely dignified and astonished:

"Avien, use your brain. Even if it is faced with a master primarch and a dark side regent, will the Iron Council composed of the major clans choose to hand over such precious and powerful ancient technologies so easily?"

"Even if the Lord of Steel Cardin can convince the entire Steel Council and choose to hand over the 'Key to Hell' to the Dark Side Regent in accordance with Lord Ferrus's last wish, as far as I know, there are actually some extremely crazy people within the Steel Council. This guy wants to use a hate intelligence stolen from the Adeptus Mechanicus, combined with the terrifying power of the 'Key of Hell', to try to resurrect Lord Ferus!"

The low words of chief think tank Tehra put Avion into a state of shock.

He even temporarily forgot about the special environment they were in now and the difficult battle they needed to face next!

"What did you say? Resurrection of Lord Ferus?!"

"This is a completely unforgivable despicable blasphemy! All Iron Fathers who may have participated in this matter should be thrown into the lava of Medusa to atone for their sins!"

"Have the already divided Iron Hands once again forgotten the painful lesson that the furious Lord Vulkan taught us thousands of years ago?"

However, at this time, the chief think tank Tehera was faced with the gradually increasing volume of the angry Avion and the increasing range of movements.

He had to use his psychic power to suppress the opponent's tall body once again, and also blocked the leakage of any sounds and communication information.

"Listen, Avian, I also accidentally learned some secrets before coming to the Worry-Free Sector. I was worried about how to solve this matter, but now that we have encountered the Scourge of the Dark Regent, I think the best solution is to tell the Primarch, who is a brother of Master Ferrus, everything!"

"But not now, but after we help the Primarch solve the traitors and Chaos Demons in Shadinus and even the entire Worry-Free Sector. Do you understand?"

At this moment, perhaps the words of Chief Think Tank Tehera played a calming role.

Or perhaps a part of the mechanical transformation inside Avian's tall body played a special way to suppress emotional fluctuations.

In just a moment, Avian, who successfully recovered to a calm state, immediately shook the metal helmet heavily, indicating Chief Think Tank Tehera to release the suppression of psychic power.

Wait until the invisible psychic power quickly fades away.

Avian, who was about to speak to the other party, suddenly turned the helmet eyepiece.

His cold eyes stared into the almost pitch-black depths of the hive pipe, and a deep roar instantly resounded around!

"All battle brothers, prepare for battle--"

"All intelligent control corps immediately move forward to form a wave-shaped battle defense line, and the three dreadnought mechas are also on standby to provide combat support at any time!"

"According to the reconnaissance of several assault teams, a large number of Chaos Demons in the lower level of the hive have discovered our traces in advance, and we must now fight our way out!"

"For the Dark Regent, for Lord Ferrus!"

"Follow me to attack--"

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