American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

[You are gradually wrapped in disgusting, sticky and slippery tentacles. You cannot control any part of your body, and even your eyelids cannot close.

[You can only watch as nine cultists lift you up high. ]

[You slowly move towards the center of the city, like a sacrifice to be served on the Chaos table. ]

[You try to turn your eyes away, but then you find sadly that there seems to be no human in the whole city who can save you. ]

[The ruined streets are full of dead Krieg soldiers and local defenders, burning Leman Russ tanks and Thunderhawk gunboats that have fallen to the ground... You even see a half-kneeling Terminator power armor that is completely submerged by countless cultist corpses. Even such a powerful Astartes has died...]

[The Empire's resistance and counterattack have failed. ]

[You gradually wake up in despair. The planet in front of you seems to have been completely occupied by the Chaos forces and has become a fallen death world. 】

【Every nine meters forward, a cultist in a purple robe will come out from the dark corner of the city, holding a bloody corpse sacrifice of a mortal, and join this grand parade carnival with joy. 】

【They are praising, they are praying, they are calling. 】

【You want to roar, you want to scold, but you seem to be powerless. 】

【You are too sad, your mental state seems to be abnormal. 】

【A faint murmur begins to appear in your ears. 】

【As the cultists continue to advance, even the sky is gradually filled with a terrifying purple halo.

【The air is filled with a disgusting chaotic breath and bloody stench. The priests of the sect, holding staffs and chanting prayers under their hoods, also join the parade. 】

【A large number of mortal corpses, regardless of gender, age or age, are pulled up by wisps of purple halo... There are even some living people who are wailing and struggling. ]

[Your eyes are bloodshot and your head is dizzy. ]

[You are stubbornly resisting the corruption of Chaos and you remain loyal. ]

[You are in a trance and you begin to pray to the Emperor sincerely, begging for His mercy...]

[This grand sacrificial procession has reached its end. A dazzling purple halo is reflected above the sky. The buildings in the center of the city are covered with layers of sticky and smelly mortal flesh. ]

[A huge flesh pedestal watered with the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of mortals stands tall in the center of the city. Above the pedestal, a Chaos portal several hundred meters high almost splits half of the sky and is reflected in your drowsy and blurred vision. ]

[Countless pink and blue horrors are jumping and dancing around the flesh pedestal. ]

[They are chirping, they are singing, and they are repeating spells with unknown effects. ]

[Under the protection of countless Chaos minions, a huge two-headed birdman with black wings on his back and wearing a white robe is looking at you who are held high by the cultists with his two bird heads with interest. ]

["Oh, poor but lucky mortal..." The two-headed birdman's long beaks collided, making a series of terrifying low sounds, and the other long beak immediately exclaimed. "My Lord bless... Is it him?" ]

[You were handed under the two-headed birdman by the crazy cultists. ]

[One by one, the pink horror monsters lay on your back, trying to support your body, so that you face the more terrifying scene in front of you. ]

[The two-headed birdman flapped his huge wings a few times, and the two bird heads swayed back and forth, strolling in front of you. 】

【One bird-headed head calls himself Carlos, the "Fate Weaver", the Lord of Change, and the other bird-headed head sneers in a low voice... Just hearing the restrained whisper of the two-headed birdman, your brain has begun to scream wildly, and your mental will seems to be about to collapse. 】

【You are forced to open your eyes and tears of blood flow out. For a moment, you are living a life worse than death. You keep praying to the emperor...】

【Carlos, the "Fate Weaver", seems to see through your stupid ideas. One bird-headed head keeps mocking that the salted meat who plays witchcraft will not come, because this world is blessed by the Lord God... The other bird-headed head keeps making tempting words. 】

【Your coming and disappearing have attracted the attention of the God of Chaos. Even if the salted meat who plays witchcraft wants to try hard to hide your traces, you are lucky enough to appear in the territory of Chaos. 】

【As long as you nod and agree, you will get everything you want...】

【Power, knowledge, wealth, and everything that exists in the universe. 】

【If you join Chaos voluntarily, you will be promoted to the 'Demon Prince' by the Chaos God. You don't have to endure the troubles of life and death, nor do you have to worry about the hostility of salted meat... Carlos's bird-headed head persuaded you step by step. 】

【"Thinking for a long time, wanting to know, knowing a lot, thirsting for thinking, only the saints and the strange, are not trapped." Another bird-headed head twisted and shook, and made a harsh praise. 】

【It seemed that Carlos's praise attracted the attention of the Chaos God. The huge Chaos portal in your vision kept shaking and twisting. The purple halo completely enveloped the planet. Countless Chaos Demons bowed their heads and knelt under the flesh and blood base. 】

【Even 'Fate Weaver' Carlos spread his huge wings, facing the direction of the portal, and his two bird-headed heads slowly drooped. 】

[The whispers lingering in your ears become more terrifying, and your eyeballs seem to have reached their limit and shattered and exploded...]

[But just as you fell into darkness, you seemed to have seen through the purple halo of the Chaos Portal...]

[An illusory white snake that kept twisting and crawling in place.]

[A neckless blue lamp god, every inch of its skin is covered with faces with different expressions, and each face repeats the words spoken by the master's head in a different tone.]

[A ball of colorful mist, which does not make a sound itself, but will mutter to itself through the echoes between nearby buildings.]

[A green-skinned man in an old gray suit, with an indescribable purple halo floating where his face should be...]

[Your thinking seems to have stagnated.]

[In your mind, there is only one unrecognizable, but deeply engraved terrifying word that echoes repeatedly.]

[Tzeentch. 】

【Accept it...】

【Throw yourself into chaos...】

【Embrace His blessing and become a demon prince who dominates the universe...】

【More terrifying whispers penetrate your mind thoroughly. 】

【Your spirit is about to collapse, and chaos is about to corrupt your will. 】

【You are on the verge of death...】

【You seem to see a flickering flame in the endless darkness with your blurred consciousness. 】

【That is your shaky life flame, your loyal heart】

【Suddenly, an illusory palm is placed near the flame, blocking the surrounding darkness for the swaying flame. 】

【You desperately look and find that it is a Catachan veteran who once fought side by side with you. He stands silently beside the flame and smiles at you. 】

【At the same time, another illusory palm is placed next to the flame. It is the Krieg Watch Captain who died beside you. He or she wears a breathing mask and says nothing, just raises a thumb to you. 】

【One after another, phantom hands were placed near the flames, shielding you from the darkness. 】

【You suddenly discovered that the owners of the phantom hands were mortals who died on the planets occupied by Chaos, Krieg soldiers and native soldiers who died in battle, and Astartes who died of exhaustion and offered their loyalty. 】

【They didn't say anything, but silently guarded the flames while staring at you and smiling. 】

【You have never fought alone... You fight for them and for all mankind. 】

【"Tzeentch... Get out of my head!" 】

【You suddenly murmured with a splitting headache and on the verge of death, and your voice gradually became louder. 】

【"For the Emperor——"】