The Lord of Subspace in American Comics

Gunfire is flying everywhere, and every life may be taken away by the steel releasing kinetic energy at any time. Even a superhuman being can hardly survive alone in such an environment with a mortality rate of up to 70%.

This is a cruel and merciless battlefield.

Judging from the war thinking of this era, the place where superhumans should appear is not on the frontal battlefield, but behind enemy lines, or on the edge of the battlefield, or for quick beheading. To achieve the highest battle loss ratio at the lowest cost, such as directly destroying the enemy's headquarters, this is the field where superhumans should be.

However, this is destined to be a battle of encirclement and annihilation that subverts conventional thinking.

When the skull armor regiments wearing blood-colored coats, like bathing in blood, made a harsh mechanical roar and appeared on the frontal battlefield, the Soviet Russian army felt an unprecedented pressure.

Even veterans of hundreds of battles were trembling.

Not to mention the new recruits without much combat experience, or even the militiamen who were temporarily recruited from the citizens.

they feel...

The terror caused by the desire to kill!

The bloody figures that looked vague and grotesque on the horizon were like demons crawling out of hell, gazing cruelly and sadistically at every living life in front of them, with substantive gazes like steel knives. Scratch it hard on everyone's skull!

They want to kill, they want to cry, they want heads.

They thirst for blood.

The greedy malice that could not be more straightforward, with the endless smell of blood, directly covered the bunker battle group on the south side of Kiev. An inhuman roar suddenly came from the brains of more than 90% of the people!

"Blood! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!"

The Blood God Vanguard Imperial Master who made this terrifying roar was riding on a heavy tank known as the experimental Tiger. The skull symbol of the Blood God is painted on the front of this prototype heavy tank, and there are blood-rusted spikes piercing out from under the thick armor plate.

Circles of glowing red skulls were decorated around the reactive armor.

The prototype Tiger's engine roared not with a roar, but with a gladiator's gasp. Those innocent souls, after being brutally murdered by the Imperial Master, were without exception sealed into his mount.

Now he will take the sacrifice to the Blood God, head to the promised land in front of him, and take the head of that coward!

He wanted to prove it to the Lord of Skulls.

He is the champion of this world, he is the chosen one!

The first roar of the Imperial Master's appearance on the battlefield was like the bloody cry of a baby, which directly caused Mrs. Kislev's recruits to collapse.

Most of the recruits had different hallucinations in their retinas. They either knelt down and vomited, or huddled in a ball in a corner, or even a small area of ​​their position collapsed. These are relatively easy to deal with. Under the gun butt and fisting education of veterans with excellent psychological quality, these recruits have regained their sanity.

A very small number of people have completely lost their minds.

Their eyes were red, completely ignited by anger, and they poured bullets from the guns in their hands into every target they could see, even if the target was their comrades-in-arms.

The roar of the Blood God Vanguard is just an appetizer.

When this swirling bloody armored regiment launched a charge, something seemed to be there. Most of the bullets and shells that the Soviet Army took care of fell into the flashing darkness, even if there were a small number of them. It can penetrate this line of defense, but it will have little effect on this group of corruptors blessed by Chaos.

They are like endless war machines.

Roaring! Roaring! Roaring!

then……

Crushed over without mercy.

Major Petrov's deep position happened to be in front of the charge of the Skull Vanguard Regiment. When the blasphemous power of chaos came over, the former KGB political commissar directly sprayed nosebleeds, and then continued to command despite the huge amount of bleeding and splitting headache. fighting.

He was given a mission by the General Staff.

That is to learn as much information about the Skull Vanguard as possible, and to use it as a bait to lead this barbaric human enemy into an ambush trap. He was even informed of the truth of Chaos to a limited extent.

Petrov accepted the mission without hesitation after knowing what he was fighting for.

Now is the testing time.

The Skull Vanguard Regiment, covered by the power of Chaos, entered Madam Kislev's position alone, almost like chopping melons and vegetables. Even other imperial troops who were friendly forces were afraid of this unit and gave up cooperating with it.

Through the telescope, Petrov clearly saw that one of his companies was destroyed in an instant.

These imperial soldiers with varying degrees of physical alienation have strong strength and exaggerated reactions. They do not choose tacit cooperation to solve difficulties like ordinary soldiers, but prefer to fight alone.

And he is particularly fond of close combat.

Once they get close to a distance of about ten meters, they will be as fast as a red peregrine falcon. They will rush directly to the target regardless of the gunfire, lift it directly from the ground, and then remove the head in an extremely cruel and terrifying way...

Suddenly, the figure of the Imperial Master appeared in the telescope. The Blood God's vanguard made a cruel throat-cutting motion towards the human political commissar, and then forcibly pulled out a soldier's head and spine.

Petrov screamed from the psychic shock.

The soldiers around him quickly supported him, while he closed his eyes and said anxiously.

"Quickly, send the information I recorded back to the staff. They are afraid of fire, cold weapons, and guns are useful within a certain distance. Go quickly."

"Political Commissar, then you..."

"I still have a mission, soldier, to carry out orders."

Petrov wiped his eyes hard, and the blurry blood-colored vision made his condition even worse.

The shouts of killing that were originally far away were getting closer and closer. It was obvious that warriors were attracted to each other. Before the master of the empire found the original body, he did not mind sacrificing a few Soviet warriors to please the blood god. Amidst the howling winds of the Warp, he captured a worthy cold soul.

Oh, what a beautiful soul.

After the baptism of betrayal and darkness, bathed in a chilling blood light, the fearless sacrifice flickered faintly, and more importantly, he knew what chaos was.

The Imperial Master decided to harvest this soul himself.

The bloody Skull Pioneer Regiment tore a big hole in the bunker battle group's front line, and sprinted towards the inside without caring about the arrows coming from behind.

This was no joke. Half an hour after the war started, the Skull Pioneer Regiment had already passed through the bunker battle group with thunderous momentum, leaving a ferocious hole before continuing towards the city.

The empire did not miss this opportunity.

Although the Imperial military hates the Skull Vanguard, it does not mean that they will not enjoy the results of these inhuman things. The Empire's superior firepower and armor began to use this as a wedge to widen the tear on the entire front.

In the highest heaven.

The Lord of the Skull's sitting posture, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, seems to have become straighter. It can be seen that He is also looking forward to and enjoying the sacrifice of the most spiritual creature in the material world.