The Lord of Subspace in American Comics

"Sir, can you look after my child for me?"

"Of course, madam. But, you are entrusting your child to me now, do you want to leave the air-raid shelter? It is very dangerous outside now, leaving here is not a wise choice..."

A loud explosion interrupted Li Lin's voice.

The sound of gunfire approaching Kiev's city center made the residents in the air-raid shelters panic. These people also knew that Kiev seemed to be unable to defend itself.

Once Kiev falls.

There is no doubt that those ferocious Imperial people will vent the stress accumulated in the war on the civilians. The imperial people's planned massacre of the Jews has long been exposed, but it has never been stopped. When this diabolical act may be their turn, no one can stay calm.

"My husband is still fighting on the front line. I have received shooting training from the army. Now I should help the men on the front line. If there is no gun, at least I can help bandage the wounds."

This ordinary Kislev woman seemed particularly resolute at the moment.

She looked at the two disgraced flesh and blood, feeling extremely reluctant to give up, but she also understood that waiting in the air-raid shelter could only helplessly watch the imperial guys come in, so it was better to rush to the front line and fight.

And she still has a little bit of selfishness.

That is because she knew that this man named Li Lin was a foreigner. If we want to retreat, these foreign friends will always be valued more than ordinary people.

"If that's your wish, I'll keep them safe."

Li Lin accepted the woman's wish.

"Dante, Virgil, I love you."

The woman paused for a while while holding the two children. After feeling the dampness and heat on her shoulders, she hesitated obviously, but still resolutely pushed them to Li Lin and ran towards the exit without looking back. She is a Kisli woman, with vodka burning in her blood, and she will not flinch in the cold Siberian wind.

And this scene is extremely common in air raid shelters, in this area, and throughout Kiev.

"What is your father's name?"

Li Lin grabbed his brother Virgil, who was trying to run out with his mother, and asked to divert their attention.

"Petrov."

"He is a tough and brave warrior who deserves admiration."

Just through a name, Li Lin already knew who their father was. He was currently fighting in a corner of the hellish battlefield. A pair of deep and clear eyes looked down at the ground in the darkness, seeming to be watching from the best perspective. This epic battle.

Human beings are spiritual creatures with very high upper and lower limits.

At this point, even the holy angels cannot compare with humans, and for this they sincerely lament the Creator's partiality.

Petrov, an ordinary political commissar on the battlefield in Kiev, showed resilience far beyond ordinary people when facing chaos.

This brave and fearless human warrior twice organized soldiers to take the lead and the Skull Pioneer Regiment to launch counterattacks. In the midst of a bloody wave, Petrov was like a majestic rock, with a Nagant M1895 revolver that never jammed in one hand, and a universal engineer shovel that could cut and split in one hand.

Petrov, who led the charge, repelled the enemy's advance into the city and drove the Skull Pioneer Regiment out of the trenches. He was like a living legend, killing a skull-crusted Chaos worshiper in a one-on-one duel with cold weapons, and personally destroying three weird skull tanks.

Petrov, who keenly observed and quickly summed up his experience on the battlefield, got more of the weaknesses of the Skull Regiment.

For example, as long as their morale is high, ordinary soldiers can also cause considerable damage to these Chaos lackeys.

They fear their own political commissar's manual.

And take extra care of yourself.

That is a matter of course. Every warrior who is inspired by the Blood God and goes to the battlefield is willing to fight Petrov, knock down this warrior and cut off his head, and then throw out the shaking disgusting brain and decorate it on the On your own shoulders or tanks, this is the glory under the gaze of the Blood God!

This head deserves to be shed with blood!

"Retreat, retreat!! Give up this line of defense and move towards the predetermined location! Everyone, move, quickly!"

Compared with the beginning, Petrov's face had a tear scar caused by jagged pulls. He was blind in one eye and relied on his strong body to support it. When he saw the ominous figure full of death pressure, he jumped When we entered the fortifications, we knew that we could no longer defend the place.

Imperial Master.

This monster with a mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs, wearing a blood-colored coat, and two horns on its head, picked up two Soviet soldiers in the blink of an eye, and easily stuck them to the cement wall, causing explosive liquid to burst out. A strange and ferocious abstract painting.

The Blood God Vanguard slaughtered the mortal soldiers unhurriedly. Its eyes were always fixed on Petrov, and it was not afraid that other guys could steal the spoils.

It's hunting.

Hunting on the battlefield is relaxed and comfortable, as if this is not a murderous battlefield, but a playground. The Blood God Pioneer has been oppressing the Soviet political commissar. Only when he fights to the most tenacious moment can he be worthy of killing, and it can see it.

Petrov was deliberately luring the vanguard into the ambush circle.

In less than five minutes before the Skull Pioneer Regiment broke through the bunker battle group, the cannon fodder that the Soviets had planned to endure for a long time immediately poured out, not only blocking the Pioneer Regiment's retreat, but also taking the opportunity to wash the ground.

The Pioneer Group has lost many members.

But these vanguards chosen by Chaos don't care at all, because they have already received a promise when they sold their souls. Even if they die in battle, their souls will only return to the sky. As slaves of the dark gods, they can return to the material world at any time and continue to wreak havoc whenever the time is right.

As for those guys who are unwilling to sell their souls and become dogs, but want to prostitute Chaos for nothing.

Without exception, they were resolved internally.

The imperial master tasted the cranial blood of a Soviet soldier.

Then it spat it out in disgust. This blood was of poor quality. Although it smelled good, it was actually full of cowardice and fear, without any delicious rage or fighting spirit. Such low-quality blood is only worthy of watering some fat green man's stinking garden.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the Imperial Master grinned, revealing a mouth of jagged shark teeth.

"Interesting, chaos has become more interesting than a thousand years ago." At the top of the clock tower in the distance, Accardo, the superhuman from the British Isles, raised a dangerous smile at the Imperial Master.

This vampire king has an extreme disdain and hatred for monsters.

And in the next battle plan, he and another superhuman, codenamed Walter, will effectively eliminate the corruptors around the Imperial Master.

Ordinary people heroically accomplished their mission.

It’s time for the superhumans to appear.