American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator - Chapter 1054

c1064 Prince of Crows and the Reborn Eighth Legion!

Chapter 1054 The Crow Prince and the Reborn Eighth Legion!

In the cold void of the dark side of the empire.

A heavily armored strike cruiser with scars on it was fleeing in a hurry.

And on the rear route which is not far away from the opponent.

An Ark of Omen, which looks more like a space hulk, is launching a continuous terrorist pursuit.

Almost at the same time, a huge fleet belonging to the Scourge Legion quickly appeared directly in front of the strike cruiser.

And surrounded the opponent and the chasing Ark of Omen!

Buzz buzz——

In an instant, ancient assault boats and landing torpedoes immediately carried countless Astartes and launched a gang-hopping battle towards the turtle in the urn.

A series of extremely bright light spears and space torpedoes also instantly crossed the icy void, constantly bombarding the thick void shield that the Ark of Omen quickly propped up!

Boom!

At this moment, a terrifying giant psychic hand that was far larger than the main ship suddenly emerged from inside the legion’s flagship ‘Steel Fist’. This giant psychic hand was condensed from countless dark shadows. It actually carried an astonishing terrifying power and completely tore the Ark of Omen located in the center of the space battlefield into a large number of torn apart space debris!

It is precisely because of this that the large number of Astartes who are fighting gang-hopping are undoubtedly going more smoothly.

It only took them a very short time to clean up the surviving Chaos Demons and Chaos Believers on the wreckage of the Ark of Omen, and at the same time, they also successfully captured the strike cruiser that showed no resistance!

However, what surprised Rorschach who casually ended a space naval battle.

The descendants of the Scourge also found a legendary figure familiar to the Astartes from inside this strike cruiser of unknown origin!

Dong dong dong——

Not long after, we were in the foundry hall of the Glory Queen-class battleship.

Under the slightly deserted light, two huge Super Crow Guards wore a set of broken ancient power armor on a burly body.

The down-and-out man, whose black hair mixed with white hair was scattered behind his back, forced himself into the sight of the original body.

Rorschach, who narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down, couldn’t help but reveal a fleeting smile on his lips.

“Haha, long time no see, Prince of Crows Sevita!”

At this moment, Rorschach had just finished speaking.

In front of him, Sevatar, known as the Prince of Crows, slowly raised his extremely pale and thin face.

He stared at the towering Luo Xia with a pair of dark eyes that seemed to contain endless vicissitudes of life, and said word by word:

“I haven’t heard this name for a long time, and I haven’t been with the Night Lords for a long time… Lord Primarch.”

Rorschach shook his head slightly when he heard the other party’s words.

He said in an extremely calm tone:

“You know, I once asked the Raven Guard’s intelligence network to search for your whereabouts everywhere, but the countless intelligence they sent back showed that you may have fallen during the Great Crusade. Tens of thousands of years later, the only thing left is A warband of the Night Lords called the Crow’s Sons, it is said that they have been following Abaddon the Despoiler in various military operations against the Empire.”

“Savitar, are you interested in telling me about your long life experience over the past ten thousand years? I am indeed very curious about this.”

At this point, Rorschach not only raised his hand and asked the Super Crow Guards to exit the foundry hall.

He even used the power of countless dark shadows to condense a shadowy psychic seat behind Sevatar’s burly body.

Nowadays, Sevatar, who clearly has some understanding of the human empire and even chaos, did not hesitate at all. He drove the broken power armor and sat on the psychic seat.

“Lord Primarch, your fighting power seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Even I, who is hiding in a remote world, have heard of your illustrious reputation many times…”

“My life experience is far less complicated than you imagine. When I successfully became a wanderer, I just chose an extremely remote planet to copy the legend of our genetic father, trying to build a world without sin. A utopia of justice that exists. It is precisely because of this that I have experienced the life of becoming the leader of countless mortals, and the life of becoming a resistance army. I have led countless mortals to fight against the Chaos Astartes who tried to invade the local area, and also for living supplies. And robbing the passing Rogue Traders…”

“Originally, I thought that these ordinary days would last until my death, but when the Ark of Omen arrived on the remote planet, I realized belatedly that there were no battle brothers. Sacrifice and death, and without the great help from the legion, I actually have nothing and can do nothing.”

“After all, I am not an extremely powerful Primarch like you, and I am not even one ten thousandth as good as the Father of Genes. I can only watch helplessly as the mortal descendants who have followed me for countless years have become followers of Chaos one by one. Bloody sacrifices, the magnificent city we built with our own hands turned into a sea of ​​fire…”

“If you ask me what I have learned about this, then I can tell you that I once made a wrong decision because I was disheartened by all wars, because I finally discovered that as long as the damn chaos still exists, Then the utopia of justice without any evil in my heart will not be realized!”

At this moment, Rorschach, who had been maintaining a frivolous attitude, slowly turned into a state of sitting upright.

He stared at the Crow Prince Sevatar below with an extremely sincere expression, and said in a deep tone:

“Sevatar, what if I can give you a specific goal of revenge? A combat mission that allows you to return to the human empire? Are you willing to become my heir?”

Rorschach’s voice was not finished.

Sevatar, who lowered his head and pondered for a while, slowly drove the extremely broken power armor and knelt on the metal floor.

Then, the other party raised his pale and thin face again, and said with a slightly crazy and even neurotic smile:

“Prince Sevatar of the Crows pays tribute to the Gene Father, the Primarch Rorschach… I need Astartes veterans, many, many Astartes veterans, I want to reunite those Night Lords who are still willing to follow me! I want to rebuild the entire Eighth Legion! I want to make the Lord of Chaos behind the Ark of Doom pay an extremely painful price!”

And when Sevatar’s words quickly entered Rorschach’s ears.

He immediately drove the Vibranium Power Armor to stand up.

A pair of eyes full of joy looked down at the Astartes humanoid body in front of him who would feed on sin and revenge for the rest of his life, and said in a deep voice:

“My offspring, you really found the right person!”

“Welcome to join the Scourge, my Prince of Crows!”

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