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The Wrath of Doom Slayer

In this explosive scene from If Doom Slayer joins the Imperium of Man, the Doom Slayer unleashes pure devastation upon his enemies. Clad in his signature power armor, he wields an enormous, rune-inscribed hammer that crackles with unrelenting energy. The top panels capture the moment of impact—his hammer smashes into the ground, releasing a cataclysmic explosion that obliterates everything in its radius. Bodies are sent flying, war machines are torn apart, and the battlefield is swallowed in a storm of destruction. The raw power of Doom Slayer’s strike is emphasized by the heavy motion lines and chaotic debris, showcasing the sheer force of his onslaught. What stands in his way is reduced to nothing but smoldering wreckage.

The Chaos of War

The middle section zooms out to reveal the scale of the conflict—a full-blown warzone consumed by fire and carnage. Orks, Astartes, and other warriors are caught in the storm, their bodies thrown into the air by massive explosions. A brutal melee unfolds, with towering war machines toppling and gunfire streaking across the battlefield. Orks, known for their love of brutal, reckless combat, charge into the fray, but even their raw aggression is no match for Doom Slayer’s wrath. The composition of the scene is chaotic yet detailed, capturing the unrelenting violence of the moment. Vehicles are overturned, limbs are scattered, and Doom Slayer moves through the destruction like an unstoppable force. The artistry perfectly conveys the visceral nature of the battle, with Orks and other combatants struggling to survive against a force beyond their comprehension.

The Fall of the Warboss

The final panel, labeled Two hours later…, depicts the grim aftermath of Doom Slayer’s rampage. The battlefield is littered with shattered bodies and broken war machines, the remnants of an army that was utterly annihilated. In the foreground, a massive Ork Warboss lies sprawled on the ground, his enormous frame covered in gory wounds. His armor, decorated with checkered patterns and crude metal plating, marks him as a formidable leader—likely a Goff or Evil Sunz Warboss, given his sheer size and brutal wargear. But even his legendary toughness was no match for Doom Slayer’s relentless assault. His power klaw lies useless at his side, his weapons shattered, his reign as a brutal warlord cut short. The brutal detailing of his fallen form—his broken tusks, the cracks in his armor, and the lifelessness in his beady red eyes—emphasizes just how overwhelming the Doom Slayer’s destruction was. This was no battle; it was a massacre, and the Doom Slayer has left none standing.