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If Doom Slayer joins the Imperium of Man Page 156

Artist: Coopvillain Source: Coopvillain
If Doom Slayer joins the Imperium of Man Page 156
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Published on: March 20, 2025

The Green Tide Arrives: Orks, Chaos, and the Doom Slayer Clash

If Doom Slayer Joins the Imperium of Man Page 156 Comics.

The Green Tide Arrives

In the chaotic depths of this war-torn battlefield, a horde of Orks crashes onto the scene, their war cries filling the air. The left panel shows a massive Ork drop, a horde of screaming greenskins spilling from a makeshift transport straight into the fray. Below, heavily armored Orks, their crude but powerful weapons at the ready, advance through the twisted, flesh-like terrain. Their armor is bulky, covered in checkered patterns and scavenged metal plates, giving them the look of brutal, unstoppable warriors. Their warboss, standing in the foreground, clutches an oversized slugga and choppa, ready to unleash mayhem. The Orks do not hesitate—they only charge forward, eager for the carnage to come.

The Corruption of Chaos

On the right, a sinister figure looms, his dark, horned helmet and flowing robes marking him as a champion of Chaos. His form is wreathed in ethereal smoke, his presence exuding an unnatural, malevolent aura. His eyes, hidden beneath the monstrous helmet, seem to pierce through the battlefield with unholy intent. The dialogue bubble confirms his purpose—he has been waiting for the Doom Slayer, eager for the battle that is about to unfold. This is no mere cultist or lesser sorcerer—this is a powerful agent of the Ruinous Powers, one who sees the Doom Slayer as either a great challenge or a potential offering to the Dark Gods. Chaos is ready, lurking at the heart of this nightmare world, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

A War of Gods and Monsters

The central panel captures the scene from behind the Orks, showcasing the sheer alien horror of the battlefield. The ground itself is alive, pulsating with grotesque, organic growths—tentacles and bloated, festering forms stretching toward the sky. At the far end of the field stands a lone figure, draped in a tattered cloak, facing the oncoming storm. The Doom Slayer has arrived, and the battle is set—the relentless fury of the Orks, the dark power of Chaos, and the sheer, unbreakable wrath of the Imperium’s new executioner. The path ahead is clear, lined with horrors, but the Doom Slayer does not hesitate. For him, this is just another battlefield, another war to win, and another legion of enemies to rip apart.