Chapter 20 My son, the Emperor protects you: a plasma pistol that never gets too hot!

  [Your broken eyelids tremble constantly, and a pair of dark holes gradually reveal little flames. ]

  [Then, it burns fiercely, like an exploding star. ]

  [At the same time, a skeletal hand burning with warp flames tightly grasps a Catachan saber, smashing the pink horrors beside you, and gently supporting your body that is about to fall. ]

  [Just behind you, Krieg soldiers wearing military coats and Catachan veterans wearing red turbans appear out of thin air. ]

  [Their flesh and blood seem to have completely turned into burning warp flames, and the endless anger from the Emperor burns the Chaos demons around them. ]

  [Carlos's bird-headed head twists wildly, and in fear, the long beak slowly opens, and the terrifying psychic energy from the warp is about to burst out. ]

  [However, bombs wrapped in the flames of the warp suddenly passed over your head and hit Carlos's other bird-headed head. ]

  [Carlos the Fateweaver's huge body kept shaking. Even if it was only slightly burned, it had to stop brewing spells. ]

  [A Terminator power armor with warp flames burning all over its body took heavy steps and approached behind you. ]

  [No need for command or slogans, countless mortal soldiers with only bones left began to charge silently to fight against the Chaos demons surging in the distance. ]

  [Your muddled thoughts gradually became clear,

  and the murmurs in your ears seemed to disappear completely. ] [Even though you have lost your eyes, you can still clearly perceive everything happening around you in the darkness. ]

  [You trembled all over, your blood boiled, and your loyalty to the Emperor became more firm. ]

  [A Catachan saber burning with the flames of the warp was stuffed into your hand. ]

  [You hold it tightly, and your miserable face reveals a smile that belongs to all the dead. ]

  [You quickly prepare for battle, take a difficult step... and charge forward. ]

  [All the soldiers from Krieg follow your steps, raising the bayonets on their laser guns. ]

  [One by one, the Catachan veterans wearing red turbans waved their sabers and pulled the triggers of their guns, constantly sweeping away the Chaos Demons that surged up from the surroundings. ]

  [You roared desperately. ]

  [You raised the Catachan saber at the doubtful "Fate Weaver" Carlos. ]

  [A large amount of dazzling light like a star actually overflowed from your eye sockets and kept floating behind you, as if you were covered with a pair of huge and invisible wings. ]

  [You stepped on the bodies of several dead demons in front of you and jumped up. ]

  [Chop, chop, chop——]

  [In a trance, a vague whisper seemed to echo in your ears again, and then it disappeared in an instant. ]

  [You used up all your strength and swung the Catachan saber burning with the flames of the warp. ]

  [Perhaps it was the Emperor's blessing, you stabbed Carlos's shaking bird head with great precision, blinding one of its eyes. ]

  [Carlos, the 'Fate Weaver' screamed in pain, and the flames from the warp severely burned the rude bird head. ]

  [The extremely terrifying chaotic psychic energy instantly burst out from Carlos, shattering your arms, shoulders and the rest of your body. ]

  [You didn't have time to dodge, and your body was torn apart by the psychic energy. ]

  [You died. ]

  [This simulation ends, it took nine hours. ]

  [This simulation has been retained. ]

  [I. Tzeentch's Blessing and Curse (Please Choose Carefully)]

  Note: Tzeentch was displeased with your stubborn resistance.

  But He still generously gave you the blessing of ascending to the 'Demon Prince'.

  It's just that you may not be able to withstand the overly surging power of Chaos...

  [II. The Watch and Blessing of Khorne (Please Choose Carefully)]

  Note: Khorne has developed some favorable feelings towards your rejection of Tzeentch's temptation.

  If you accept His blessing and are willing to become the Chosen One of Khorne,

  He will occasionally pay attention to your movements and grant you more power...

  Just for killing, no loyalty required.

  [III. The Plasma Pistol That Never Overheats (Seiko Relic)]

  Note: The Emperor's gaze on you... never leaves.

  [This simulation time is less than 24 hours, and the simulator loss has been exempted.]

  [Current available cooldown time: five days and twenty-one hours (one hundred and forty-one hours)]

  The simulation ends.

  However, Rorschach in the factory couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

  He actually descended directly to a Chaos planet occupied by an evil god...

  If it weren't for the Emperor's blessing.

  He couldn't even commit suicide. It would be difficult for him to get away. It

  doesn't matter if he wastes a simulation opportunity.

  But, if Tzeentch lets Rorschach live half-dead...

  Rorschach couldn't help but take a breath.

  He couldn't imagine how much cooldown time would be needed to make up for the loss of the simulator.

  And he couldn't get any reinforcement or equipment.

  Even now, Rorschach was not a weakling.

  But facing the many villains in the local universe, he was still powerless.

  Rorschach made an important decision in an instant.

  Before each simulation, he would pray to the Emperor.

  Get the Emperor's blessing to prevent similar accidents from happening again.

  Rorschach, relieved, checked the rewards of the simulator.

  He couldn't help but criticize Tzeentch's narrow-mindedness.

  At the same time, he was troubled by Khorne's favor.

  Sure enough, the Warhammer universe was not a world that a mere mortal like him could travel through.

  Fortunately, Rorschach's simulator was just a simulation.

  Not a real person.

  Otherwise, the desperate Rorschach could only choose to be loyal on the spot and return to the Golden Throne.

  Rorschach chose the third reward without hesitation.

  A plain-looking plasma pistol appeared in his hand.

  Excited Rorschach carefully looked at the holy object in his hand.

  This seemed to be a Mark III Days of Fury plasma pistol.

  The iron-gray gun body exuded a cold metallic luster, which was eye-catching.

  The exposed heat sink part was slightly shiny, as if there was endless energy brewing inside.

  "Never overheat?"

  Rorschach did not hesitate, turned around and pulled the trigger continuously at the bodies that fell in the factory!

  Zizizizi -

  dazzling electric balls the size of a human head shot out from the muzzle in the blink of an eye.

  Before Rorschach could react.

  The bodies in front of him were completely turned into a small amount of ashes!

  Even part of the concrete floor was melted by the high temperature, emitting an orange-red light.

  The power of the relic pistol far exceeded Rorschach's imagination.

  More importantly.

  There is no cooling time after continuous shooting of ordinary plasma pistols!

  As long as there is enough hydrogen fuel.

  The plasma pistol that never overheats is the mobile turret in Rorschach's hand!

  Rorschach held the plasma pistol and laughed with his head raised. This seems to be   the first time

  he has laughed so happily in recent times.   It's like a bear child who got a favorite toy.   　Please collect and recommend!   　　I have to say it again. Before the release, I usually have to write 4,000 words a day in order to get a recommendation. The editor also doesn't allow me to write more than that, unless I just want to be present. I have occasionally exceeded that.   　　Thank you again for your support and love.   　　Thank you to the friends who gave me tips. I won't copy their names to thank them.   (End of this chapter)