American Comics: I Come from Warhammer

To be honest, isn't it a bad brother to compare Warhammer and American comics?

I like the words of a group friend very much, "The little devil is like a fanatic believer in the empire. He holds a Bible written by someone who doesn't know who it is (guess who wrote it?). When he encounters someone, he becomes anxious and stabs the ribs with a bayonet. There are many people, but most of them are Tang. As soon as the original text is read, people don't know whether they are reduced to atoms or not, and they are all gone." 😁

Could this be the fan-made work of Yun Zhui Xiaogui!!! To be honest, if the four peddlers are thrown into Marvel, they shouldn't be able to turn the universe into a shithole. So after the most disgusting shithole aura of Warhammer is gone, it really won't be anything on the big stage of the universe. It's too weak to be weak. The number of people in the Astra Militarum is too many, and the canned combat power is indeed impressive, but it should be completely impossible to push Marvel sideways. At most, it can occupy a large area.

It doesn't feel as good as Tony Stark After all, Iron Man is an abstract thing that can turn a universe into a suit.

Can the empire before the 30k Great Rebellion win the Star Wars Galaxy Empire next door? I'm done with dreaming about obscenity in subspace.

Are there any comparisons between Warhammer and Marvel? Why do you have to wear a shell of Warhammer? Warhammer's combat power is just like that with Marvel. The main reason is that there are many people and ships. How can we go together with Marvel? Carol alone took over an entire fleet in less than 5 minutes, and even the Warhammer couldn't withstand it.

Has Warhammer Universe gone to Marvel OAA?

It's really disgusting to hammer the little devil. Using something that is not even as serious as the river system to touch the porcelain of an American comic that has been on the battle list all year round.

If Warhammer performs better than the Celestials, then I think Warhammer is better than American Comics

You can compare the Boiling Goat who can use a 10,000-ton sledgehammer with the guy below who was stepped on by the 410-ton war dog Titan with one foot, his spine and knees were shattered and his whole body was broken, and see how many of these things the Boiling Goat can hit "We just killed a primitive," Kai swallowed, "We just killed a primitive. "Body" Dalantir grinned with almost all his teeth exposed: "Crush him! Let him die without a body." "The Burner" strode forward, the molten glass steaming from the ground shattered under its reverse-jointed paws, and the War Dog Titan approached the remains of the original body as if it was staggering forward on the crater. Then, Iles raised the Titan's right paw in control, and then pulled the two control sticks to the end at the same time to let it fall The War Dog Titan swayed for a while, shaking unsteadily because one of its paws was in the air. The giant gear set at the waist of the war machine made a rough and mechanical cough in protest "Step on it," Dalantir ordered, "Finish him" Eles twisted the joystick again, "Something is stuck" Kay raised the enemy-seeking sensor visor and observed the surroundings through the windshield of the war dog's left eye , then took a breath of air and looked back at the Titan Commander: "Your Majesty Commander? Those World Eaters in the ruins... They are cheering." The bleeding demigod had just torn out a passage to the surface from the ground, and declared his escape from death with a roar that no wild bear could match. Angron's whole body was soaked in dark red blood. He threw aside the ax in his hand, which was too damaged to be used, and breathed in the free air with his lungs, tasting the molten glass and sunburn in it. "Lorgar!" When he said this name, the original body turned with blood in his mouth and finally stood up. The Primarch of the Word Bearers raised a burnt and blistered hand, not as a plea for aid, but as a warning. However, Angron had no time to lift up his seriously injured brother who was lying on his back at his feet. Because the next moment, the sun above our heads suddenly dimmed, and it was as dark as night. Angron turned around, raised his arms high, and then caught the weight of the god's machine with his shoulders Every muscle in his body was tensed harder than the steel trying to crush him Spit splashed from the two rows of iron teeth that were tightly clasped, and his knuckles were sore from his resistance to the Titan's will. It was so tight that it turned white As one of the legs was forced to sink half a meter, Angron let out a roar like an angry bear The tendons of his shoulders crackled, and the broken boots slid sideways onto the rock fragments that had not been melted into glass There were shattering sounds from the spine and left knee. The skeleton under pressure made a resounding sound like twigs being trampled - He was not happy about the vivid imagination in his mind But Angron could hear his soldiers cheering. He could hear them killing while shouting his name He blinked away the sting of greasy sweat and dug his feet deeply into the earth. A ferocious smile broke out on the Broken Angel's face. After slightly changing the grip that was gradually slipping due to blood, Angron held Tai firmly. Tan's claws... ... And then began to push back "Logar," Angron didn't know whether he was sneering or growling, "get up, I can't hold this thing up forever." Excerpted from the end of Chapter 5 of "Betrayer" [Picture] [Picture]