The Lord of Subspace in American Comics

In the subspace, there is a group of demons who believe in the oldest and once most powerful god. Just like his existence, he has various names.

He is the great rebel who solidifies every territory, the lord of all changes who dominates destiny, the life-shaper that mortals cannot detect, the pure treasure god in ancient Chinese beliefs, and the symbol of infinite hope. He is almost the closest. The lord of the essence of subspace is endless and never-ending changes.

As a Chaos Daemon who worships Tzeentch.

The fear monsters, like the objects they worship and believe in, possess unparalleled spiritual power, and at the same time, it is absolutely impossible to truly describe them in detail.

What appears before human eyes is pure unfettered chaos, shaped into twisted and restless forms by the will of the Lord of Deception.

When two Tzeentch Horrors rode on a magic carpet with human faces to catch fish in the sky above New York Harbor.

The subspace energy index of the entire east coast of North America is rising exponentially!

Thousands of detectors deployed by S.H.I.E.L.D. exploded with screams, and the three-digit site was instantly flooded with complicated psychic information. Those who knew about it were extremely surprised and had no idea what was happening. , only vaguely aware that there is a problem in eastern California.

And more people.

Thinking that the Soviet Union had broken the last bottom line, they sent their evil and blasphemous demon hunters to start the invasion of the free world!

Serious or not.

When the power belonging to the ever-changing Demon King in the chaos lifts its mysterious veil to the ignorant world, it will set off immeasurable waves. The terrible thing is that people have no way of knowing what happened and what they should do. There are countless choices in front of them, but don't be greedy.

You can only choose one, and it must be correct, otherwise you will fall into Tzeentch's trap.

Or...

The chosen one is also part of the big plan!

At this moment, in the ever-changing labyrinth, in the air full of cunning and deceit, the cheerful laughter of a certain chess player could be heard.

"Psychics! Lots of psykers! I want to eat the brightest one!"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"Delicious human, come on! Don't stop! Let me try your taste!"

"Fools! Watch out, this is how psychic energy works!"

The Tzeentchian Horror is flying in the sky, spreading its thick and sticky malice towards the humans below with the concept of chaotic pollution. More than 30% of the humans in the Coast Guard have a splitting headache at this moment, and they only feel that there is more in their heads. There are many things that do not belong to me.

It seems that as long as they allow it, the shield used by humans to fight against unknown fears and the restraints that suppress animal nature will all be liberated at this moment. The name of that thing is reason!

Reason is the only thing humans can use to restrain themselves and resist the temptation of subspace.

The malice from Chaos is exuding sweet temptation, and the only price is the permission of mankind itself.

As for the remaining ones who seem to have no influence.

Who knows how many people who are not strong enough in mind, or simply too smart, have quietly buried the need for wisdom in their hearts in this violent bombardment of knowledge that makes their brains burst open. After all, worshiping wisdom has been the instinct of Ape erectus since ancient times.

Captain Harland fainted directly.

As a mortal, his performance could only be described as careless, and he handed over command to Moira before fainting.

He's not smart, but he's not hopelessly stupid either.

And Charles, who is considered a truly smart man in the strict sense, is currently trying to expel these two fear demons. In the subspace, the fear demons seem to be a chaotic and crazy color passing through time and space. Ordinary psykers are in front of these magic masters. The only thing you can do is run away.

Lest your soul be sewn into a mess of stuff.

But Charles is not an ordinary psychic. Having been educated by Li Lin since childhood, his attainments in psychic abilities are unique. He controls psychic powers like drinking water, staring at the shaking distorted colors.

This is the first time Charles has faced a Chaos Daemon in the physical plane.

In his ears were the painful cries and cries for help from many people. The fear monster could easily burn a heavily armed soldier to ashes, and then drag his soul into incomprehensible crazy words and jokes, and make wild and sharp laughter. Tearing apart, these chaotic evils are constantly passing in and out of the Hamilton-class command ship.

They left their masterpieces on the gunboats.

A human centipede full of blasphemy and twisted connotations, these humans who were forced to stay awake bonded together, and eventually merged with the battleship deck to form a living terror.

A soldier with poor tolerance looked down at the scene.

His eyes immediately shed tears of blood, and he rushed towards the painting uncontrollably. Even though his legs were burst and fractured after being thrown, he still struggled to crawl towards the human centipede while wailing, becoming its new part.

At this moment, hell has come to the world.

Through the small porthole, Constantine's young eyes were full of fear.

"Constantine, don't look."

A pair of hands covered Constantine's eyes, and Malcador looked expressionlessly at the hell outside the window. The old man's deep eyes were full of helplessness.

"God, does he really love the world?" Constantine's spiritual energy was suppressed.

"Son, of course God loves humans."

Malcador suddenly looked away from Li Lin, with a trace of guilt on his expression.

"But the problem is, humans don't love God, humans only love themselves."

Constantine nodded in understanding.

At this moment, Li Lin was standing beside Charles. He had no idea about the two naughty and restless monsters. Every move of Wisdom was full of noise and would stop suddenly at some point.

The fear monsters are also very knowledgeable.

He didn't say that just because the Lord of Subspace was here, he was trying to get in touch with him to please him.

They know their position very well. As a chess piece on the chessboard and a bottom player participating in the game, of course they have to have fun!

“Ohhhhhhs!!!”

The fear monsters, who were making strange noises, faced a coast guard patrol boat that was firing anti-aircraft machine gun fire, and activated the human-faced magic carpet to spray destructive psychic fire from the wide and bulging eyeballs.

In an instant, the patrol boat was burned to the ground.

The scorching flames in the aftermath evaporated countless water vapor, and half of the port was suddenly shrouded in a thick white fog. Even the flares could not illuminate this hazy and terrifying hell.

There were only countless screams, cries for help, screams, and roars.

Compared with the human army during World War II.

The coast guard at this moment was pitifully fragile. Facing the attack of the lowest level Chaos Demon, it was almost helpless to fight back. Even if there were a few warriors who dared to fight back with guns and cannons, they were all easily dodged by the Tzeentch Horrors.

Despair is engulfing the humans here.

Everyone is forced to chase that slim and invisible hope...