Your broken eyelids keep trembling. Little flames gradually appear in the depths of a pair of dark, empty sockets.
Then they burn like exploding stars.
At the same time, a skeletal hand wreathed in warp flames tightly grasps a Catachan Fang. It smashes through the Pink Horrors beside you and gently supports your body that's about to fall.
Just behind you, Krieg soldiers wearing military coats and Catachan veterans with bandana appear out of thin air.
The flesh and blood on their bodies seems to have completely transformed into burning warp flames. The endless fury of the Emperor burns through the surrounding Chaos daemons.
One of Kairos's bird heads twists wildly. In panic, the long beak slowly opens. Terrifying psychic energy from the warp begins to build.
However, bombs heavily engulfed in warp flames suddenly pass over your head and strike Kairos's other bird head.
"Fate Weaver" Kairos's huge body shakes violently. Even suffering only a slight burn, he's forced to stop the spell's brewing.
A Terminator in power armor, warp flames burning across every surface, takes heavy steps and approaches behind you.
Without command or slogans, countless mortal soldiers reduced to skeletons begin to charge silently against the Chaos daemons surging in the distance.
Your hazy thoughts gradually become clearer. The murmurs in your ears seem to have completely disappeared.
Even though you've lost your eyes, you can still clearly perceive everything happening around you in the darkness.
You tremble all over. Your blood boils. Your loyalty to the Emperor becomes even stronger.
A Catachan Fang burning with warp flames is thrust into your hand.
You grip it tightly. A smile belonging to all the dead appears on your ravaged face.
You quickly prepare for battle, step forward with difficulty... and charge.
All the soldiers from Krieg follow your steps, raising the bayonets on their lasguns.
The Catachan veterans wearing red turbans wave their sabers and pull the triggers of their firearms, constantly sweeping away the Chaos daemons surging around them.
You roar with all your strength.
You raise the Catachan Fang toward the surprised Kairos the Fate Weaver.
A large amount of dazzling light like stars actually overflows from your empty eye sockets and continues to float behind you, as if you're covered with a pair of huge invisible wings.
You step on the bodies of several dead daemons in front of you and leap upward.
Slash, slash, slash!
While you're in a trance, a vague whisper seems to echo in your ears again, then disappears in an instant.
You swing the Catachan Fang burning with warp flames with all your strength.
Perhaps it's the Emperor's blessing. You penetrate one of Kairos's bird heads with great precision, blinding one of its eyes.
"Fate Weaver" Kairos roars in pain as the flames from the warp severely burn the rude bird head.
Extremely terrifying Chaos psychic energy bursts from Kairos instantly, shattering your arms, shoulders, and the rest of your body.
You have no time to escape. Your body is torn apart by psychic energy.
You are dead.
This simulation ended after nine hours.
This simulation has retainable options:
1. The blessing and curse of Tzeentch (please choose carefully)
Note: Tzeentch is unhappy with your resistance. But He still generously gave you the blessing of becoming a "Daemon Prince." It's just that you may not be able to withstand the overwhelming power of Chaos...
2. Khorne's gaze and blessing (please choose carefully)
Note: Khorne has taken a liking to your refusal of Tzeentch's temptation. If you accept his blessing and become the Chosen of Khorne, he will occasionally pay attention to your movements and give you more strength... Just want killing. No loyalty required.
3. Plasma Pistol That Never Overheats (Masterwork Sacred Artifact)
Note: The Emperor's gaze on you... never leaves.
This simulation time is less than twenty-four hours. Simulator loss has been waived.
Current available cooling time: Five days and twenty-one hours (one hundred forty-one hours)
The simulation ends.
However, Nolan in the factory can't help but open his eyes wide in shock.
He actually descended directly onto a Chaos planet occupied by an evil god...
If it weren't for the Emperor's blessing, it would have been difficult for him to escape even through suicide.
Wasting a simulation opportunity doesn't matter much. However, what if Tzeentch had kept Nolan alive in a half-dead state...
Nolan can't help but gasp at the thought.
He can't imagine how much cooldown time would be needed to make up for the simulator's losses in such a scenario. And he wouldn't be able to gain power or equipment.
Even now, Nolan isn't considered weak. But facing the many villains of the local universe, those "monsters and demons," he's still inadequate.
Nolan makes an important decision instantly.
Before every future simulation, he will pray to the Emperor. He'll receive the Emperor's blessing to prevent similar accidents from happening again.
Relieved, Nolan checks the simulator's rewards. He can't help but criticize Tzeentch for his pettiness. At the same time, he feels a headache about Khorne's favor.
Sure enough, the Warhammer Universe is not a world that he, a mere mortal, can safely traverse.
Fortunately, Nolan's simulator only simulates. Instead of sending him there in person.
Otherwise, a desperate Nolan could only choose to be loyal on the spot and return to the Golden Throne immediately.
Nolan chooses the third reward without hesitation.
A simple-looking plasma pistol appears in his hand.
Excited, Nolan carefully examines the sacred artifact in his grip.
This was a Sunfury-pattern plasma pistol, not something commonly issued by the Munitorum. The weapon's iron-gray frame held a cold, industrial sheen, clean but unmistakably built for war. The exposed cooling vents along the chamber glimmered faintly, as though something volatile and caged simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
"Never overheats?"
Nolan doesn't hesitate. He turns around and pulls the trigger continuously toward the fallen corpses in the factory!
Dazzling electric spheres the size of human heads are ejected from the muzzle in the blink of an eye.
Before Nolan can fully react, the corpses in front of him completely turn into small piles of ash!
Even part of the cement floor melts from the high temperature, emitting an orange-red glow.
The power of the pistol far exceeds Nolan's imagination.
What's more important: there's no cooldown time after firing continuously, unlike ordinary plasma pistols!
As long as the battery has enough energy, the plasma pistol that never overheats is Nolan's mobile turret!
Nolan holds the plasma pistol and throws his head back, laughing.
It seems this is the first time in a while he's laughed so happily.
Like a kid who got his beloved toy.