Chapter 533 Palatine Phoenix: A Wonderful Night at the Museum (I)!
On the metal throne of the ancient palace.
Rorschach, who was supporting his cheek with a vibranium palm, stared at the huge back of the Scarlet Scar Tiberus as he slowly left.
He subconsciously let out a fleeting sigh from between his teeth, which echoed in the dimly lit air.
Will the Carcharodon Warband, after listening to some chicken soup for the soul, be better to mortals?
Perhaps, after all, it represents the preferences and inclinations of a Primarch.
What's more, Rorschach also controls the supply throat of the entire regiment.
As long as the great white sharks don't want to become poor sharks again.
They have to admit defeat even if they have to hold their noses.
But this also once again exposed some of the unresolved issues within the human empire, or some important things that the Emperor did not have time to complete.
For example, how should the Astartes and mortals get along with each other.
After all, there are only a few Astartes Chapters that are capable of placing mortal life above honor and their own lives like the Weepers do.
At this moment, Rorschach squinted his eyes and thought of this.
The names of several familiar chapters flashed through his mind.
Salamanders, Ultramarines, Blood Angels whose bloodthirst and black rage have not yet erupted, and so on.
These are the Astartes Chapters that treat mortals fairly well.
Then he shook his head slightly, with his short gray hair standing up.
"It's meaningless to think about these things now. Even I, the Primarch, cannot easily fight against the ancient system and customs of the entire human empire. It's better to focus on yourself first."
Rorschach muttered to himself after taking a deep breath.
He straightened his back again on the metal throne.
The slight collision between the vibranium power armor and the metal throne made a crisp sound.
Then, Rorschach opened the simulator page without hesitation.
He took out a palm-sized throne coin and held it between his fingers.
"Come on, let me see if there are any changes when simulating a different universe... May the Emperor bless you!"
bite--
The next second, Rorschach used his thumb to smash the throne coin into pieces, accompanied by the extremely crisp sound of the coin turning.
His entire tall body sat motionless inside the metal throne as if his soul had been taken away from him in an instant!
[Simulation starting——]
[Current identity: Captain of the Thirteenth Company of Space Wolves (Death World Fenris) Lord Cypher (Webway Commorros)]
[Please select your identity first]
[If you refuse, you will be randomly dropped]
[Identity selection has been rejected]
[Simulation starting——]
[You are already in the Warhammer universe, the time and place of your arrival will be randomly selected]
[time:???]
[Location: Tomb World Sollemnas]
[You have successfully landed at an unknown location where the metal ground is vibrating violently.]
[You opened your tightly closed eyes with a slightly dazed expression.]
[You quickly sensed the vibranium power armor you were wearing, and the blood sickle surrounded by green light in your palm.]
[At the same time, within your sight. ]
[A Necromancer with a cold glow all over his body and a green glow in his eyes subconsciously opened his metal-jointed mouth. The crypt technician obviously noticed you who just appeared out of nowhere.]
["Hmm? Which stasis field did you escape from?"]
[At this moment, the crypt technician's cold eyes seem to quickly look at you. ]
[It then lowered its head and flipped through a thick catalog on the metal hand bone, but still couldn't find anything useful.]
[The next second, the other party's cold eyes seemed to notice the blood sickle that you had been holding tightly in your palm.]
["Wait! That sickle is…"]
[However, at this moment, you suddenly drove the Vibranium Power Armor forward and chopped off the metal head of the Grave Technician! ]
[Ding——]
[When the metal head of the Necromancer quickly flipped over and fell to the ground. ]
[A vast bell with extremely penetrating power, and even a melodious note with a hint of endless sadness, suddenly resounded throughout the entire unknown space! ]
["Bell sound?" You frowned subconsciously. ]
[You then turned your sight and accidentally saw a series of stasis force fields that were constantly collapsing and being damaged, as well as a large number of terrifying aliens that had been trapped inside the force fields for who knows how many years! ]
["Hiss… I'm in big trouble! This seems to be the museum world of the Figure King Trazyn!"]
[You stare at the nameless aliens in front of you with your teeth bared, and they gradually move their creepy or twisted limbs in a terrifying way.]
[You took a deep breath and subconsciously clenched the blood sickle in your palms.]
[Dongdongdong——]
[You drove the Vibranium Power Armor without hesitation and rushed towards the alien pile. ]
[You are not the kind of person who would kill all the aliens you see, but these aliens who have been imprisoned for who knows how many years have completely lost their basic rationality.]
[If you want to escape from this place safely, you must fight your way out as quickly as possible. ]
[Squeak, squeak, squeak——]
[The rapidly dancing blood sickle cut into the flesh and blood bodies of a large number of aliens like a green halo.]
[Then, you subconsciously loosened one of your vibranium hands and swung it forward forcefully.]
[The familiar metal ten rings did not arrive as promised, and you reacted instantly. ]
["Emperor, oh Emperor! At least give me all the weapons and equipment!" You couldn't help but complain loudly.]
[You can only continue to hold the Blood Scythe tightly in your palm, and start a more "intimate" and "friendly" contact with these aliens who are gradually regaining their vitality. ]
[Bang——]
[A vibranium fist that you swing out with all your might. ]
[A Thales man with a pair of insect-like transparent wings and a squid-like body was blown away by the tyrannical force.]
[At the same time, you quickly drove the Vibranium Power Armor and rolled forward.]
[You relied on your extremely sharp beast sense to successfully dodge the sneak attack from behind, a heavy blow from a three-meter-tall Rak'Gol alien with eight limbs! ]
[The next second, you, who hadn't yet fully stood up, once again swept the Blood Scythe.]
[The Tyranid Swift Boneworms that had just leaped into the air were chopped into pieces by the sharp blades, and then scattered all over the ground! ]
[Just as you re-powered the Vibranium Power Armor to charge forward, trying to snatch a way out from the countless aliens. ]
[Out of the corner of your eye, you accidentally saw a Hive Overlord who had just recovered from stasis and several Sloth people who were constantly squirming all over their bodies turning their attention to you! ]
[At this moment, you let out a breath with a helpless expression. ]
[You quickly reach back with one hand and pull out a hot melt bomb from under the power backpack! ]
["After all these years, the melta bomb is still the most reliable…"]
Thank you for your support!
It was a sudden idea, or something that had been brewing for a long time.
It completely combines two originally different story chapters, Night at the Museum and the story of Phoenix.
(End of this chapter)