In the 9th month of the 941st year of the 2nd millennium of Terra.

At the confluence of the Desna and Dnieper rivers, the largest siege in human history broke out, with more than 1.2 million people participating. The top strategists of the Liberal Alliance and the Axis of Evil are aware that the outcome of the battle in this vast S-shaped region is likely to determine the future course of Europe.

On this day, in the capital of Mrs. Kisri, the Moscow Kremlin.

In the central heart of the Red Giant is a very petty bourgeoisian, with a beautiful face, a calm smile on her flawless face, and beautiful eyes full of admiration for the capital of a country full of ideals and hopes.

Li Lin was right.

This country, born of the greatest dreams of mankind, is really very suitable for her, and she can be said to be at home here. As for what will happen in the future, then it depends on how humans make choices.

The domination of a trench coat and suit is extremely eye-catching.

Upon arrival at the Kremlin, she was handcuffed, and under the supervision of a grim-faced, blue-hatted falcon-like officer, she was quickly sent to a large auditorium after layers of security checks and some special room inspections.

The domination of the already boring yawn is immediately energetic.

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

"We don't need to talk nonsense, is Soviet Russia willing to sign a contract with me?"

Everyone else subconsciously looked at the leader in the middle, who had a name of steel.

"What the Imperials have, Lady Keshley has too, and better." There was a breathtaking confidence in the bearded firm's eyes, and he looked at the dominance unmoved by the beauty. "We know the chaos and you know your purpose, the Soviets are a good melting pot for transforming people."

"You're a confident man." Domination tilted his head slightly, understanding the thoughts of the man in front of him.

It can no longer be called self-confidence, it should be said to be arrogant.

When Dominion arrives in the country with pact and power, the leader of the country, after roughly understanding what Dominion is like, decides to transform her, believing that Dominion will be transformed by Suville, a kingdom born of the great dream of mankind.

And this is the contract.

It was almost a must-win contest for domination, but she, who was just a little fragment of the great evil god of the subspace, suddenly developed an emotion called curiosity.

"Admire the leader, are you not afraid that one day your country will no longer be what it is now, and your successor will not be able to resist the temptation?"

"If there really is a day, it proves that we have failed, but failure will not defeat us, we will come back, as long as someone believes in this faith, then we will keep coming back and compete with you." The bearded man seems to have seen through the domination, knows and is fearless, and can be described as brave.

"In that case, the contract is established."

The overcoat on the dominant body was suddenly changed into a plain military uniform.

The gap in superhuman power in Soviet Russia was strongly replenished at this moment after the Great Purge, relying on superhuman beliefs, through the signing of a contract with the Chaos Demon, the demon hunter who gained power in exchange was born, and an invisible curtain slowly fell.

The Masonic forces that originally existed in Eastern Europe were terrified and dazed in the face of the rapid rise of subspace power in this vast land. Most people don't know what's going on, and the rising subspace power doesn't trigger the invasion of subspace creatures, but strangely maintains a balanced coexistence with the material world.

Under the reasonable advice of the domination.

Faced with the Lightning-Ferose Barbarossa Plan of the Imperials, Lady Keighrie decides to trade space for time, with 400 kilometers deep enough to drag the battle into winter.

And Kyiv has become the space for necessary sacrifices.

Containing two of the Empire's three major offensive armies at the same time would also buy time for the inevitable trampling of lands, such as Stalingrad.

Judging from the actual situation, Mrs. Kisli has no way to squeeze out the strength to rescue Kyiv in the continuous bloodshed. War is cruel, and the Kislev nation has long been accustomed to cruelty in the forging of the cold wind, and their rational choice has also made the battle of Kiev even more cruel.

At least, in the stormy subspace, the Blood God on the Brass Throne was satisfied with the necessary cruelty.

He was silent.

Because on September 14, 1941, the cannons, bullets, cries of victory, and screams of defeat whizzed across the battlefield replaced the low roar of the Lord of Skulls in the material realm.

The Reich's Army Group Center and Army Group South took two strategic points east of Kiev with an encirclement of Romny and Kremenchuk, and between them was Lokhvica's narrow and only retreat route, which was only a few tens of kilometers wide.

On September 14, Lochvica was lost.

The 500,000 Russian troops, who had built a group of pillbox fortifications around Kiev, issued an invitation to a duel against the embattled Imperial Panzer Group.

For the future of humanity.

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

When the Imperial Master was already able to faintly see the lights of Kyiv on the horizon, his blood-red eyes immediately fell straight across the space to a certain point.

At the same time, in the city of Kyiv, the American team that arranged the city's street battle positions only felt a tingling in the eyebrows.

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

Steve saw the projection of the Imperial Master in subspace, and it was no longer human, but an abominable alien with a desire to destroy and kill. The Imperial Master's soul was stained with blood, and two curved horns from his forehead were burning with the blood of the Skull Lord.

The Imperial Master let out a deafening roar at the cold projection of the Primordial in subspace.

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

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

Holding back the uncomfortable feeling of vomiting, Steve roared back at the Imperial Master and colored.

The flickering subspace link between the two was soon broken.

Captain America was dizzy and shaking, and he was helped by a man next to him who was also digging fortifications, and he cared.

"Captain, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Steve shook his head, quickly dispelling the discomfort caused by psionic energy. "Li Lin, I'm sorry to drag you into this war, you're just a civilian, but we have to use each of us now."

Li Lin, who was arrested by Mrs. Kisley in Kiev and was certified as a citizen of the United States, wiped the sweat from his forehead, he shook his head and said.

"This is a war of humanity, and I am a human being, and I cannot stay out of it."

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

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