The Lord of Subspace in American Comics

In the 2th month of Year 941 of the 9nd Millennium of Terra.

The largest siege war in human history broke out at the confluence of the Desna and Dnieper rivers, with a total number of participants exceeding 120 million. The top strategists of the Freedom Alliance and the Axis of Evil realize that the outcome of the battle in this huge S-shaped area is likely to determine the future direction of Europe.

On this day, in the capital of Kislev, the Moscow Kremlin.

The central heart of the red giant welcomed a guest with a very bourgeois atmosphere. She had a beautiful face, a calm smile on her flawless face, and her beautiful eyes were filled with thoughts about this capital city that is full of ideals and hopes. appreciation.

Li Lin is right.

This country, which was born out of mankind's greatest dream, is really suitable for her. She can be said to be at home here. As for what will happen in the future, it depends on how humans make choices.

Dressed in a trench coat and suit, the look is extremely eye-catching.

She was handcuffed upon arriving at the Kremlin, and under the supervision of a man in a blue hat with a stern face and eagle-like eyes, she was quickly sent to the Kremlin after going through layers of security checks and tests in some special rooms. In a large auditorium.

The yawning Domination, who was already bored, immediately became energetic.

Domination, who has a face that is deadly poison to humans, put on a charming smile. While twisting his body slightly, with a somewhat ambiguous and seductive tone, he extended an olive branch to the bearded Georgian in the middle of the row. .

"There's no need to talk nonsense. Is Russia willing to sign a contract with me?"

Everyone else subconsciously looked at the leader with the title of Steel in the middle.

"What the Imperial people have, Mrs. Kislev should also have it, and it should be better." There was a breathtaking confidence in the bearded man's firm eyes. He looked at Domination without being moved by the beauty at all. "We know Chaos and we know your purpose. The Soviets are a good furnace for transforming people."

"You are a confident man." Domination tilted his head slightly, understanding what the man in front of him was thinking.

It can no longer be called confident, it should be called arrogant.

When Domination came to this country with a contract and power, the leader of this country decided to transform it after roughly understanding what Domination's existence was like. He also believed that Domination would be conquered by Suville, a country that was born out of the great dream of mankind. Transformation.

And this is the contract.

For Domination, this was almost a must-win battle. She, who was just a fragment of the great evil god of subspace, suddenly developed an emotion called curiosity.

"Admirable leader, aren't you afraid that one day your country will no longer be what it is today and your successor will be unable to resist the temptation?"

"If there really is such a day, it proves that we have failed, but failure cannot defeat us. We will come back. As long as someone believes in this belief, then we will keep coming back to compete with you." The bearded man seemed to have seen through the control, Knowing and being fearless can be described as brave.

"In this case, the contract is established."

The coat on Dominator's body was immediately replaced by a simple military uniform.

The shortage of superhuman power in Soviet Russia was strongly supplemented at this moment after the great purge. Relying on superhuman faith, by signing a contract with the Chaos Demon and gaining power in exchange, the Demon Hunter was born, and an invisible force was born. The curtain slowly fell.

The Masonic power that originally existed in Eastern Europe faced the rapid rise of subspace power in this vast land with a panic-stricken attitude. Most people don't know what happened. The rising power of subspace did not trigger the invasion of subspace creatures, but maintained a strange balance and coexistence with the material world.

On the sound advice of Dominate.

Faced with the lightning-fast Barbarossa plan of the Imperial people, Mrs. Kislev decided to trade space for time. The depth of 400 kilometers was enough to drag this battle into winter.

And Kiev has become a space of necessary sacrifices.

Containing two of the empire's three major offensive groups at the same time can also buy time for lands that are bound to be trampled, such as Stalingrad.

Judging from the actual situation, Mrs. Kislev was unable to squeeze out the strength to rescue Kiev amid the continuous bleeding. War is cruel, and the nation of Kislev has long been accustomed to cruelty in the cold wind. Their rational choices made the Battle of Kiev even more cruel.

At least, in the stormy warp, the Blood God on the Brazen Throne is very satisfied with this necessary cruelty.

He was silent.

Because on September 1941, 9, the cannons, bullets, shouts of victory, and screams of defeat that roared across the battlefield all replaced the low roar of the Lord of Skulls in the material world.

The empire's Army Group Center and Army Group South used an encircling force to capture two strategic points east of Kiev. They were Romny and Kremenchug, and between them was Lochvita. This narrow retreat road is only a few dozen kilometers wide.

On September 9, Lochvita fell.

The 50 Soviet Russian troops who built a group of bunker fortifications around Kiev issued an invitation to a duel to the embattled Imperial Armored Group.

For the future of mankind.

A trap has been quietly opened in the encirclement, waiting for the arrival of the skull mass.

When the Imperial Master could vaguely see the lights of Kiev on the horizon, his blood-red eyes immediately landed on a certain point across space.

At the same time, Captain America, who was setting up a street fighting position in Kiev, felt a stinging pain in his eyebrows.

Immediately, the eyes of the two violently intersected in the subspace!

Steve saw the projection of the Imperial Master in the subspace. It was no longer a human being, but an abominable alien full of destruction and desire to kill. The Imperial Master's soul was filthy and bloody, and the two curved sharp horns on his forehead were burning with the blood flames of the Lord of Skulls.

The Imperial Master roared a deafening roar at the icy projection of the Primarch across the Warp.

"You have failed the gift of Chaos, weak human being. I will come in front of you, pull you out of the hole in the ground, cut off your head perfectly, and then sacrifice it to the Blood God!!"

"Come on, I'll kick your ass hard, horned bastard!"

Fighting back the uncomfortable feeling of vomiting, Steve roared back at the Imperial Master.

The flickering subspace link between the two was quickly broken.

Captain America was dizzy and swaying, and was supported by a man beside him who was also digging fortifications. He said with concern.

"Captain, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks." Steve shook his head, quickly dispelling the psychic discomfort. "Li Lin, I'm sorry for dragging you into this war. You are just a civilian, but now everyone of us has to use it."

Li Lin, who was captured by Mrs. Kislev in Kiev and was certified as an American citizen, wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head.

"This is a war for mankind, and I am also a human being, so I cannot stay out of it."

"I'll take you home, I swear."

Steve, who always felt that Li Lin was inexplicably friendly, patted him on the shoulder, then threw away his arms and started building fortifications with amazing efficiency, to which Li Lin couldn't help but smile.