In the subspace, there is a group of demons who worship the oldest and most powerful gods, and as they are, they have many names.

He is the great rebel who solidifies the territory, the master of all changes who dominates the destiny, the life-shaper who is imperceptible to mortals, the Qingbao Tianzun in the ancient beliefs of Shenzhou, and the symbol of infinite hope, He is almost the lord closest to the essence of the subspace, that is, endless and never-ending changes.

As a Chaos Demon who believes in Tzeentch.

The Demon-Dreads, like the objects they worship, possess unparalleled psionic powers, and at the same time, they are impossible to describe in true detail.

What emerges before the eyes of humanity is pure unfettered chaos, shaped into twisted and moving forms by the will of the Lord of the Sophistry.

When two Tzemon dreaders ride a magic carpet with human faces to catch shrimp farmers in the sky over New York Harbor.

The subspace energy index is rising exponentially across the East Coast of North America!

Thousands of scouts deployed by S.H.I.E.L.D. exploded in screams, and the three-digit site was instantly overwhelmed with complicated psionic information, and those in the know were surprised at the same time, they didn't know what was going on, only vaguely knew that something was wrong in eastern California.

And more people.

Thought that the Russians had torn the last bottom line and sent their evil and blasphemous demon hunters to start an invasion of the free world!

Serious or not.

When the power belonging to the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Transformations in the chaos lifts its mysterious veil towards the ignorant mortal world, it sets off immeasurable waves. Sadly, people have no way of knowing what's going on, what they have to do, and there are countless choices in front of them, but don't be greedy.

You can only choose one or the other, and you have to get it right, or you'll fall into Tzeentch's trap.

Or rather......

The chosen one is also part of the big plan!

At this moment, in the never-ending labyrinth of changes, in the air full of cunning and deceit, there was the joyful laughter of a certain chess player.

"Psyker! What a lot of psykers! I'm going to eat the brightest one! ”

"Hahaha!!"

"Delicious human, quick! Don't stop! Let me try your taste! ”

"Fools! Look, that's how psionic energy works! ”

Tzeentch's fear of demons galloped in the sky, and the strong and sticky malice spread wildly towards the humans below with the concept of chaos pollution, and more than thirty percent of the humans in the coast guard had a headache at this moment, only feeling that there were many more things in their heads that did not belong to them.

It seems that as long as they allow it, the shield used by human beings to fight against the fear of the unknown and the restraint of animal nature will all be liberated at this moment, and the name of that thing is reason!

Reason is the only thing that humans use to restrain themselves and resist the temptations of subspace.

Evil from Chaos is exuding sweet allure, and the only price is humanity itself.

As for the rest, there are no seemingly unaffected ones.

Who knows how many people who are not firm enough, or simply too smart, in this kind of violent stuffing and stuffing, and whose brains are about to burst and crack, have been quietly buried in their hearts to worship wisdom, after all, the worship of wisdom is the instinct of Homo erectus from ancient times to the present.

Captain Haaland fainted straight to death.

As a mortal, he behaved so so-so, handing over command to Moira before fainting.

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

And Charles, who is technically a really smart person, is trying to expel these two dreads at the moment, in the subspace, the dreads seem to be a touch of chaos and madness passing through time and space, and the only thing ordinary psionics can do in front of these spell masters is to run away.

lest your soul be sewn into the mess.

But Charles is not an ordinary psyker, he has been educated by Li Lin since he was a child, his attainments in psionic energy can be described as unique, and he is like drinking water, staring at the shaking distorted color.

This is the first time Charles has faced the Chaos Demon at the Material Interface.

His ears were filled with the cries of anguish and cries for help, and the demon could easily burn a heavily armed soldier to ashes, then drag his soul to tears through the incomprehensible madness and banter of frenzied shrill laughter that the Chaos Grime was piercing in and out of the Hamilton-class command ship.

They left their own masterpieces on the gunboats.

A human centipede, imbued with blasphemy and distorted meaning, these humans who have been forced to stay awake are glued together and finally merge with the deck of the battleship to form a living horror.

A soldier with poor capacity condescended to look down at the image.

His eyes were bleeding and tears were immediately in his eyes, and he rushed uncontrollably towards the painting, even though his legs were broken by the blow, he still struggled to crawl towards the human centipede in his wail, becoming its new part.

At this moment, hell came to earth.

Through the small porthole, Konstantin's young eyes were filled with fear.

"Konstantin, don't look."

A pair of hands covered Konstantin's eyes, and Makado looked expressionlessly at the hell outside the window, the old man's deep eyes full of helplessness.

"Does God really love the world?" Konstantin's psionic energy was suppressed.

"Of course God loves human beings, child."

Makado suddenly took his eyes off Li Lin, and there was a hint of guilt in his expression.

"But the problem is that human beings do not love God, human beings only love themselves."

Konstantin nodded as if he didn't understand.

At this moment, Li Lin was standing beside Charles, he had no idea about the two naughty and active demons, and every time his actions were full of noise, they would stop abruptly at some point.

The demon dreads are also very familiar.

It didn't say that because the Lord of Subspace was here, he tried to come over to please him.

They know their position very well, and as a chess piece on the board, a low-level player participating in the game, of course, they have to be happy!

“Ohhhhhhs！！！”

The terrifying neighing demons spewed into a coast guard patrol ship that was strafing machine-gun anti-aircraft fire, urging the human-faced magic carpet to erupt devastating psionic fire from its wide, bulging eyeballs.

In an instant, the patrol ship was burned in half.

The scorching flames of the aftermath evaporated countless amounts of water vapor, and the small half of the harbor was suddenly shrouded in a thick white fog, and not even the flares could illuminate this misty and terrifying hell.

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

Compared to the human armies of World War II.

At this moment, the coast guard is fragile and pitiful, and it is almost powerless to fight back in the face of the attack of the lowest level of chaos demons. Even if there were a few warriors who dared to return fire with guns, they were easily dodged by the Tzeentch Dreads.

Desperation, devouring humanity here.

Everyone is forced to chase the faint and invisible hope......