[With your roar, Lucas, alerted to the danger, immediately maneuvered the Thunderhawk transport into evasive action.]
[A terrifying psychic blast grazed the Thunderhawk's wing, covering the armored metal with a thick layer of frost.]
[You gripped your explosive shotgun and activated its rapid-fire mode, unleashing a barrage of shots toward the Thousand Sons below.]
[Each explosive shell fired from the weapon exploded into bright flashes of light, but they were effortlessly blocked by the psychic shield surrounding the Thousand Sons.]
[At the same time, the Thousand Son, using his powerful psychic abilities, began to create a more terrifying psychic phenomenon in his hands.]
["Lucas! Activate the laser cannon! Blast it into the sea!" you yelled once again.]
["Captain! This Thunderhawk doesn't carry any weapons or ammunition! It was designed to prevent Blood Claws like us from causing trouble!" Lucas' voice echoed over the engine's roar, reaching your ears.]
[You couldn't help but snarl.]
[Taking a deep breath of the cold air, you reholstered the explosive shotgun at your side.]
[You unslung Frostfang from your back, gripping it firmly in your hands.]
[As you ordered Lucas to lower the Thunderhawk's altitude around the Thousand Son, you scanned the ice below, searching for a suitable drop zone.]
[With a low rumble, the brilliant blue energy field quickly enveloped the dual blades of your axe.]
[At the perfect moment, you leaped fearlessly from the cargo hold.]
[The icy wind bit into your face as it lifted your graying hair.]
[Your cold blue eyes focused on one target—the treacherous Thousand Son.]
[Faced with your suicidal dive, the Thousand Son had no choice but to abandon the psychic spell he had been preparing.]
[He raised his hand again, and a massive bolt of lightning shot forth, as agile as a serpent, toward you.]
[Letting out a wolf-like howl mid-air, you swung Frostfang with both hands, cleaving the lightning in half.]
[Electric sparks flew around your power armor, but thanks to your Astartes resilience and the strength of your body, you endured the impact with little damage.]
[It seemed the Thousand Son had predicted this outcome, as he quickly powered his armor and leapt backward to evade your aerial assault.]
[Your boots slammed hard into the brittle ice, cracks rapidly spreading beneath your weight.]
[You didn't have time to worry about the ice's stability.]
[Once again, you swung Frostfang, charging toward the Thousand Son with a lethal assault.]
[Once you closed the distance, the Thousand Son, skilled in psychic powers and ranged fire, would be nothing more than a punching bag.]
[However, as you advanced across the fragile ice, a series of mysterious runes suddenly flashed to life, lighting up the area.]
["You fool, you've walked right into my trap... The Master of Change sends his regards!" The voice of the Thousand Son, muffled and hollow, echoed ominously in your ears.]
[You hadn't yet crossed the boundary of the mysterious rune array.]
[As the terrifying psychic energy surged, a violent teleportation light engulfed your towering form.]
[Everything around you began to warp and distort.]
[You glimpsed the Thunderhawk plummeting toward you from above, seeing Lucas' wide, yellow eyes and his twisted expression, his mouth moving frantically.]
[Your consciousness began to blur and fade.]
[You were thrust into the chaotic, disorienting Warp.]
[A psychic maelstrom seemed to rip you apart as you were sucked into the swirling chaos.]
[You endured countless unknown injuries as you drifted aimlessly within the Warp.]
[You were on the brink of death.]
[Finally, you entered a state of simulated death.]
[Simulation Ended. Duration: 91 Days.]
[This simulation offers choices to keep.]'Frostfang' Dual-Blade Power Axe (Masterwork Crafting)
Mark: "A gift from Logan Grimnar, the Space Wolves Chapter Master, to honor your encounter with the Wolf King and your monumental message delivery."
Mark: "Though a copy of Morkai's axe, it was crafted with great care by the Iron Priest and blessed by the Rune Priest."Giant Wolf's Wings – Space Wolves Thunderhawk Transport (Standard)
Mark: "Rugged in both appearance and design, it bears the bold Space Wolves style."
Mark: "Believe me… it can carry far more than you might think."Second Heart – Leman Russ's Heart (Original)
Mark: "This is a heart-like construct filled with the gene-blood of Wolf King Leman Russ, closely resembling the original heart."
Mark: "It seems to have received the Emperor's blessing... open your chest, let it beat again."
Mark: "It will alter both your outward appearance and inner nature... you will need time to adapt to this transformation."
Mark: "A warning from the Wolf King Leman Russ: 'Remember why you fight, cub!'"
Mark: "It seems the Emperor has far greater expectations for you than you imagine..."[Simulation time has exceeded 24 hours. The simulator is still damaged.]
[Cooldown Time: 910 Hours (10:1 ratio).]
[Current Available Cooldown Time: 1,289 Hours]
[Do you wish to consume cooldown time?]
[Cooldown Time Not Consumed. The simulator enters natural cooldown (can be bypassed anytime).]
The moment the simulation ended, Zaire's eyes snapped open.
It was as if he were a dying man experiencing a moment of clarity.
In a burst of energy, he leapt from the multifunctional bed!
For a moment, he seemed to block out the pain coursing through his body.
His gaze locked onto the words displayed on the simulation console, and he gradually slipped into a dazed state.
Surviving the simulation's duration was no longer a shocking feat.
This was the first time he'd ever managed to survive through so many trials!
Though he was once again cast into the dangerous Warp, at least he was still alive!
However, that was the least of the surprises.
His breath caught in his throat as he glanced over the reward options.
Masterwork Power Axe!
Thunderhawk Transport!
And...
The Second Heart of Leman Russ?!
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