Doom Slayer vs. Mortarion: A Battle of Legends
The Clash of Titans
This page from the comic If Doom Slayer joins the Imperium of Man captures an explosive duel between Doom Slayer and Mortarion, Daemon Primarch of the Death Guard. The panels erupt with kinetic energy as weapons clash, shockwaves tearing through the battlefield. Each “CLANG” resonates with brutal force, drawn in large, jagged letters that enhance the chaos of the scene. Mortarion is instantly recognizable at the bottom of the page, his horned helmet and rot-eaten armor rendered with grimy detail. He’s clearly on the defensive, fending off Doom Slayer’s unrelenting onslaught. The page is filled with speed lines and bursts of impact, showing a battle that feels overwhelming and mythic in scale.
Words of War
In the top panel, Mortarion speaks with grim respect, acknowledging Doom Slayer’s skill in combat. He compares the Slayer’s swordplay to that of Fulgrim, the Emperor’s Children Primarch, and even Eldar warriors—known for their speed and grace. Though he notes it’s not as refined, he admits it is fierce enough to earn the Slayer the title of “warrior king.” This is high praise coming from Mortarion, a being who has fought through millennia of slaughter. In the bottom-right corner, Mortarion adds another compliment, recognizing Doom Slayer as the only warrior capable of wielding the weapon Drach’nyen so effectively. There’s a twisted honor in his words, delivered mid-duel amidst the sparks and fury.
Doom Slayer vs. the Reaper
The contrast between the two fighters is visual and thematic—Doom Slayer is relentless and pure fury, while Mortarion is cold, calculating rot. Mortarion’s bulky, corroded armor and plague-ridden aesthetic clash with the tight, explosive motion of the Slayer’s attacks. The artwork blends the grimdark horror of Warhammer 40K with the exaggerated intensity of manga, making each strike feel monumental. It’s more than just violence—it’s a clash of legacies, Doom’s unstoppable rage against the Death Guard’s cursed endurance. Trees twist in the background, warped by the force of their fight, reinforcing that this battle warps the very world around it. Even in black and white, the energy leaps off the page—it’s pure, stylized mayhem at its finest.
