Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

[You were gradually entwined by disgusting, slimy tentacles, unable to control any part of your body, not even able to close your eyelids.]

[You could only watch helplessly as nine cultists lifted you high.]

[Slowly, you were moved towards the city center, like a sacrificial offering about to be presented on a chaotic dining table.]

[You tried to scan around desperately, only to sadly realize that there seemed to be no human presence left in the entire city to save you.]

[The streets, now in ruins, were littered with the bodies of fallen Krieg soldiers and local defenders, burning Lehmann tanks, and crashed Raven gunships... You even saw a Terminator power armor kneeling halfway down, overwhelmed by countless cultist corpses, even the mighty Astath fell...]

[The Empire's resistance and counterattacks had failed.]

[In despair, you began to realize that the planet before you had been completely overrun by the forces of chaos, becoming a fallen world of death.]

[Every nine meters you advanced, a cultist in purple robes emerged from the city's dark corners, joyously joining this grand parade with a bloody mortal carcass as an offering.]

[They praised, they prayed, they called out.]

[You wanted to scream, you wanted to curse, but you felt powerless.]

[Overwhelmed with sorrow, your mental state seemed to descend into madness.]

[Faint murmurs began to fill your ears.]

[As the cultists advanced, even the sky gradually filled with a terrifying purple halo.]

[The air was thick with nauseating chaos and the smell of blood, as sect priests with staves and hoods incessantly chanted prayers joined the parade.]

[Countless mortal corpses, regardless of age or gender, were lifted and floated by tendrils of purple light... Some even included living people screaming and struggling.]

[Your eyes bloodshot, your head spinning.]

[You resisted the corruption of chaos fiercely, maintaining your loyalty.]

[In a daze, you began earnestly praying to the Empress for her mercy...]

[The grand parade reached its climax, a dazzling purple halo reflecting in the sky, buildings in the city center covered with layers of sticky, foul-smelling mortal flesh.]

[A massive flesh pedestal, constructed from billions of mortal flesh, stood tall in the city center. Above the pedestal, a chaotic portal hundreds of meters high nearly split open half the sky, catching your hazy gaze.]

[Countless pink and blue horrors danced around the flesh pedestal, frolicking.]

[They screeched, they sang, they repeated unknown incantations endlessly.]

[Under the guard of countless chaos minions, a giant birdman with black wings and a white robe leisurely fixed both heads on you, lifted high by the cultists.]

["Oh, poor and lucky mortal..." One beak of the birdman clicked, emitting a terrifying low hum, while the other beak followed with admiration. "Is he the one?"]

[You were handed over to the birdman by fanatical cultists, eyes wild.]

[Pink horrors clung to your back, holding your body upright, facing the more terrifying sight ahead.]

[The birdman flapped its massive wings, heads swaying, strolled to you.]

[One head called itself "Weaver of Fate" Carlos, Master of Transformation, while the other head emitted a deep mocking laugh... Just hearing the restrained whispers of the birdman made your brain start to scream madly, your willpower on the verge of collapse.]

[Tears of blood streamed from your forced-open eyes, your state akin to living death, constantly praying to the Empress...]

['Weaver of Fate' Carlos seemed to see through your foolish thoughts, one head mocking that playing with magical salted meat would not come because this world is blessed by the god head... The other head continued to emit tempting words.]

[Your arrival and disappearance have attracted the attention of the god of chaos, even if you want to hide the trace of salted meat, fortunately you have appeared in the territory of chaos.]

[As long as you nod your head, you will get everything you want...]

[Strength, knowledge, wealth, and everything else that exists in the universe.]

[If you voluntarily join the chaos, you will definitely be promoted to the 'Demon Prince' of chaos, no need to endure the torment of life and death, and no need to worry about the hostility of salted meat... Carlos' head is skillful.]

["Thought long ago, knowledge was thirsty, only the holy treacherous, mother is trapped." Another head of the birdman twisted and shook, emitting a harsh admiration.]

[As if Carlos' admiration had attracted the attention of the god of chaos, the giant chaotic portal in your field of vision kept trembling and twisting, and the purple halo completely enveloped the planet. Countless chaos demons bowed their heads and kneeled under the flesh pedestal.]

[Even the 'Weaver of Fate' Carlos opened its massive wings, facing the direction of the portal, and both heads swayed slowly.]

[The terrifying murmurs lingering in your ears became even more terrifying, your eyeballs seemed to reach the limit, shattered and exploded...]

[But just as you fell into darkness, through the purple halo of the chaotic portal, you seemed to see...]

[An illusory white snake wriggling in place.]

[A neckless blue light god, with every inch of skin covered with faces of varying expressions, each face repeating the words spoken by the head of the lord.]

[A colorful mist, itself silent, but murmuring through the echoes between nearby buildings.]

[A green-skinned man in ancient gray suits, floating in the air, surrounded by indescribable purple halos...]

[Your mind seemed to be in a standstill.]

[In your mind, there was only one unidentifiable, but deeply engraved, terrifying word echoing repeatedly.]

[Intrigue.]

[Accept it...]

[Join chaos...]

[Embrace her blessing, become a demon prince who dominates the universe...]

[Even more terrifying murmurs completely permeated your mind.]

[Your spirit is about to collapse, chaos is about to corrupt your will.]

[You are on the brink of death...]

[In your unconscious mind, you seem to see a flickering flame in an endless darkness.]

[That is the flickering flame of your faltering life, the heart of loyalty]

[Suddenly, an illusory hand is placed near the flame, shielding it from the surrounding darkness.]

[Desperately looking around, you discover it is a veteran Katashan who fought alongside you before, silently standing next to the flame, smiling at you.]

[At the same time, another illusory hand is placed next to the flame, a Krieg sentinel who died in battle beside you, wearing a breathing mask, saying nothing, just giving you a thumbs-up.]

[One illusory hand after another is placed near the flame, shielding you from the darkness.]

[You suddenly realize that the owners of these illusory hands are the dead mortals from the chaos-occupied planet, fallen Krieg soldiers and local defenders, as well as exhausted and loyal Astathans.]

[They had no words, just silently guarding the flame while smiling at you.]

[You were never alone in this battle... You fought for them, and for all humanity.]

["For the Emperor—"]

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