687. The Lord of Mankind sends you greetings!

However, at this time, the low voice of the Creator Vashtor slightly disturbed Rorschach's thoughts.

He also had to focus part of his attention on the other party's story.

"In this case, let me break this deadlock. According to the only order I gave to this cunning omen ark, the task of this Chaos warband and Chaos believers is to find the artifact fragments called "keys."

"Under the guidance of the Obelisk, which I personally forged, that is, the Chaos Beacon, it is impossible for them to get lost in the subspace, and they will not be troubled by the so-called subspace storm..."

"But unexpectedly, or as I expected, the cunning omen ark unexpectedly appeared in a place where they should not appear, and encountered enemies they should not meet. If I say that it is not my wish for the Chaos warband and believers to attack your forged world without authorization, then what do you think?"

The Creator, with the Chaos flames burning in the depths of his empty eyes, slowly said to Rorschach, who was still unable to move.

"Tsk..."

Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly with an indifferent expression.

He looked back and forth at the Creator Vashtor not far away, and suddenly sneered and said:

"I knew that there was something wrong with the subspace storm that besieged the Forge World. Maybe your Ark of Doom was thrown here by an unrepentant planner... So, don't you have a bad relationship with that big guy with a bunch of blue-skinned birdmen under his command?"

Rorschach's voice had just fallen.

His mind moved slightly.

He actually opened the simulator's storage page directly in front of the Creator Vashtor.

And the Creator Vashtor, who seemed to know nothing about the existence of the simulator, tilted his huge head.

With its hollow eyes burning with chaos flames, it looked down meaningfully at the tiny Rorschach below and said:

"Ten thousand years ago, there were only four immortal chess players on the chaotic chessboard of the Supreme Heaven, and ten thousand years later today, the master of your human race is the fifth..."

"The four eternal great beings may pinch their noses and accept your increasingly powerful master of humanity, but for the sixth guy who wants to peek at the chessboard, they are selfish and cruel and will never show mercy."

"And it just so happens that I am the only sixth person who wants to become a chess player of the Supreme Heaven, so I was bullied by some bird. It is common for people to make some calculations in secret. "

At this moment, the creator Vashtor told Luo Xia openly:

"I am the master of the furnaces, the arms dealer that countless chaos demons dream of, but I am also a businessman. I never do anything despicable that goes beyond the contract. Even the gods of the Supreme Heaven have to admit this. "

"So, I can probably modestly admit that I am the most observant Chaos Demigod in the entire Supreme Heaven. "

At this moment, Luo Xia, who had just found something amazing in the storage page, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the words of the creator Vashtor also made him frown.

"What do you want to do? Don't think of the idea I'm thinking now..."

Luo Xia's voice has not fallen.

The Creator Vashtor, who couldn't help but let out a low laugh, immediately said:

"Hehe, maybe the probability calculation I made on a whim not long ago was not wrong. Don't you think it would be a wonderful thing to have one more chess player in the Supreme Heaven who has little malice towards the Human Empire and is neutral?"

"I think even the Lord of Humanity standing behind you has no objection to this, right?"

"Although I have chosen the War Marshal Abaddon who believes in Chaos to be my firm ally, as I said, I am a very qualified businessman, so even having an ally in the enemy camp is not a bad idea."

"After all, in the face of the fierce battle and difficult journey to find the 'key', the more help, the more chances of success."

"Human Primarch, please abandon your deep prejudice against Chaos. At least everything I represent is not as evil as you think!"

"If you are willing to sign a fair warp contract with me, then I can give you a huge gear army on the spot that is equivalent to the number of Warmaster Abaddon's Black Legion Fleet. Even more Doomsday Ark can be handed over to you to command in person!"

"When necessary, I can even mobilize my countless gear demon army to help your human empire fight against those more terrifying evil demons!"

"And the only condition is that you need to formally sign a contract with me without much restraint and necessary responsibilities!"

At this moment, the tempting voice of the Creator Vashtor was still floating back and forth inside the entire circular plaza.

But Rorschach, who subconsciously took a deep breath, slightly widened his eyes.

He stared at the huge monster in front of him, and said in a deep voice, almost word by word:

"In my eyes, you Chaos creatures have always been a pile of shit!"

"And even the Chaos Evil God is just a larger undigested product in this pile of shit!"

"Do you know that even if they come to corrupt me, they need to pay a bigger chip and price. You are just a Chaos Demigod, just being called the Creator by those demented believers, do you really think of yourself as a great god who can create everything?!"

Instantly, accompanied by the twisting and deforming humming of countless servo devices and electronic muscle bundles inside the Vibranium Power Armor.

Rorschach, with veins bulging between his forehead and neck, clenched his teeth.

Strands of pale golden blood began to seep out of his lips!

"Move--"

The next second, a strong physical force suddenly erupted from his body and forcibly drove a sturdy arm that was tightly bound by the armor!

Then, the two melee weapons in Rorschach's palm disappeared out of thin air.

A Hellfire missile that had been placed on a disposable launcher appeared in front of him!

And perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was a little help from the plan.

This Hellfire missile landed heavily.

The direction of the warhead was aimed at Vashtor's huge head, and the launch button happened to be within the radiation range of Rorschach's arm!

In a flash.

Rorschach's only vibranium palm that could move freely slapped forward.

It landed heavily on the launch button of the Hellfire Missile!

Boom boom --

Accompanied by the huge scorching tail flame of the successfully launched Hellfire Missile.

Rorschach, whose skull helmet just covered his entire head, was thrown back by an extremely powerful impact!

At this moment, Rorschach, who was still in mid-air, did two things almost at the same time.

He first randomly found a prayer support from the Golden Throne page, and directly opened a subspace portal that suddenly appeared at the landing point behind him.

Then, Rorschach lowered his vibranium palm, grabbed the hot melt bomb detonator hanging on his waist, and pressed the detonation switch on it without hesitation!

"Hey! Vashtor, the Lord of Mankind asked me to say hello to you!"