Chapter 267 Mortarion, Lord of Death: The Shroud Dance, Rorschach Stabs the White King! (I)
Boom boom boom——
The sound of shoes gently knocking against the metal floor.
It continued to echo in the dimly lit underground passage.
Iron Man David left temporarily to develop the second base.
There was no one to manage the electrical switches, so the equipment in some bases entered a complete energy-saving state.
At this moment, Rorschach circled the streets above the ground for two hours.
Finally, they returned to the empty and silent underground base in the baptism of wind and snow.
Seven days ago, Bucky and Old John led two hundred disguised gang dogs.
Escorting my aunt who had packed up all her belongings.
They left the American continent on an ocean liner temporarily leased by Imperial Heavy Industries.
Originally, my aunt wanted to go back to her hometown in Asia first.
But she seemed to be homesick and still followed Rorschach's advice.
Choose to temporarily settle in Japan, and then take time to reopen the "delicious" restaurant.
However, surprisingly, Lin Yu, who has been working in the store, also said that he would go home for the New Year this year.
So, the aunt, feeling sorry for the young man's travel expenses, took him on the ocean liner.
In response, Rorschach said that as long as his aunt was happy, he had no objection.
Wait until nearly half of the staff have left.
There are now 231 gang dogs left in the underground base.
Plus Connors and Rorschach himself, who have been stuck in the laboratory.
There are still two hundred and thirty-three living people.
As for the Servo Skull Raditus and its yet-to-be-released intelligent control corps, they are not considered 'people'.
Naturally, it does not need to be taken into account.
Da da da——
Just as Rorschach, with his thoughts racing, was about to arrive at the brightly lit hall of the base.
The Fist of Belia was jogging along the metal floor with his five metal fingers supporting him.
It suddenly scurried across his sight like a huge dark green metal rat.
"call--"
Rorschach raised his brows and slowly exhaled.
He was too lazy to bother with this mysterious power glove.
Rorschach casually took off his woolen coat and walked directly into the material storage warehouse.
He dug out a few pieces of Grox steaks that had not yet thawed and planned to have them for dinner tonight.
About half an hour later.
Rorschach, with the scent of oil smoke and food lingering around him, sat next to an empty metal round table.
In front of him was a large plate of well-cooked steaks with a slight crackling sound of fat.
However, Rorschach, with a slightly frowned brow, stared at the steak indifferently for a while.
Suddenly I lost my appetite.
He subconsciously slumped down on the metal seat.
I opened the simulator casually and swiped the page.
On the designated salvage page, the countdown has not yet ended.
It would take at least another forty-eight hours to know what the harvest was.
However, the simulation option has already completed natural cooling.
Then, he took off the small trinket of illusion dust from his wrist.
Having completely restored his original appearance, Rorschach decided to take the opportunity to conduct the next simulation.
Without thinking, he placed a finger on the simulation startup option.
However, within a fraction of a second after the simulation started.
Rorschach opened his eyes wide and suddenly realized something very important!
"Oh no! I forgot to pray to the Emperor! Emperor protect…"
[Simulation starting——]
[Current identity: Space Wolf Blood Claw (Webway Commorros Death Arena)]
[Please select your identity first]
[If you refuse, it will come immediately]
[Identity selection has been rejected]
[Simulation starting——]
[You have arrived in the Warhammer Universe]
[Time: M31 (???)]
[Location: Subspace·Flagship Terminus]
[You unexpectedly landed in the lower deck of the Death Guard's fleet flagship, the 'End'...]
[You find yourself wearing a set of Hades-type specially made Terminator armor with a grayish-white metallic luster, and a two-and-a-half-meter-long Butcher's Scythe is tightly held in your palm.]
[You don't have time to observe more details in the surrounding environment. ]
[You looked through the eyepiece of the metal helmet and saw with your own eyes a cruel and ruthless bloody massacre taking place in front of you.]
[Hundreds of navigators with third eyes on their foreheads and their mortal slaves were forced into a corner of the lower cabin by an Astartes monk wearing Iron Cavalry Terminator armor.]
[The opponent casually swung the huge sickle, which would harvest the lives of more than a dozen mortals with almost every swing. ]
[You deeply understand how important the existence of a navigator is to a fleet. ]
[You take a deep breath of the stale chemical air inside the helmet.]
[You immediately charged forward in your precision-crafted Terminator armor, the Butcher's Scythe wielding in your palm quickly swept through the air.]
[Your weapon collided heavily with the killer's huge sickle, preventing the next slaughter.]
["Death Shroud! How dare you stop the order of our Lord Typhon! Even the Pale Lord will not tolerate your transgression!" The strange Astartes Brother slightly turned his metal helmet, and the cold eyes hidden behind the helmet eyepiece stared at you intently. ]
["Typhon… Are you the Gravekeeper Terminator of the First Company?" You asked in a low voice, holding the motionless Butcher's Scythe in one hand.]
["Who are you? The Death Shroud will always remain silent! It will never utter a single word!" This Astartes Brother belonging to the Gravekeeper Terminator seemed shocked by your words and could not help but ask a question that was almost a roar.]
[However, the next second, your tightly clenched metal fist had already hit the opponent's metal helmet hard, making a loud roar that was unbearable for mortals.]
[Your unintentional sneak attack was undoubtedly very effective. ]
[Even the tall metal body of the Gravekeeper Terminator took a slight step back.]
[You take a sudden step forward, and the thick long handle of the sickle slides quickly in your palm.]
[You took this opportunity to turn the tip of the Butcher's Scythe in the opposite direction, and slashed at the opponent's weak spot with a speed far exceeding that of an Astartes Brother.]
[Accompanied by countless ceramic steel and plastic steel fragments flying. ]
[The sharp tip of the Butcher's Scythe pierced into the helmet of the Gravekeeper Terminator, completely destroying the brain hidden inside.]
[At this moment, the death cloud launcher located above the Gravekeeper Terminator power backpack. ]
[Just after a dozen wisps of dark green chemical mist appeared, there was no sign of it erupting outwards.]
[You slowly pulled out the Butcher's Scythe with force, and subconsciously held it in your palm.]
[The body of the strange Astartes Brother fell heavily to the ground, making a loud crashing sound.]
[You take another deep breath of the stale air that smells of chemicals.]
[If you were even half a second slower, the pilots present would have suffered irreparable losses.]
[The next moment, your sight slowly turned through the helmet eyepiece, staring at the navigators and their mortal servants who were as dumbfounded as quails.]
(End of this chapter)