American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

South Asian subcontinent, Uttar Pradesh.

A skinny man with dark skin was pedaling an old bicycle on a muddy and damaged dirt road.

And it's on the back seat of the bicycle, which is covered with rust marks.

A huge package, half a man tall, was teetering on the ropes.

The skinny man is named Qiao Han, a landless farmer who completely lost his family land due to the coercion and inducement of the rich in the village.

As a member of a lower caste, he had to leave the village where he was born and raised.

Go to a nearby city to find a job that can support the family.

George Han was honest, but not stupid.

He knew he couldn't keep the land from the start.

We can only try to get more monetary compensation from the rich.

Moreover, Chau Han, a lower caste, has long been accustomed to this feeling of powerlessness.

The only thing he couldn't worry about was his hardworking wife and young son at home.

Therefore, Qiao Han gave all the small compensation money to his wife to support the family, and embarked on the difficult road of working alone.

Today is the first week since George Han left home.

Taking a temporary leave, he deliberately bought a large amount of food for the upcoming period from a cheap shopping mall, as well as the candies he promised to buy for his son and the silk scarves for his wife. He is now on his way home.

Poof!

One of George Han's feet was needed to maintain the overall balance of the automatic car.

I had to step into the muddy dirt road full of cow dung.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, and finally decided to get out of the car and walk.

In fact, there should have been a neat and solid cement road in the village.

However, after the village chief's son bought a high-power off-road vehicle, there was no news about road construction funds from the state.

Not only the honest and honest George Han, but also everyone in the village knows the inside story here.

But in order to survive, they really have no good way to do this.

"Um?"

As time passed, George Han, who gradually approached the entrance of the village, blinked suspiciously.

At times like this in the past, Lao Jiayi, who has been selling crispy ball specialties at the entrance of the village, should be the busiest person.

After all, a fried dough ball stuffed with hummus dipped in a variety of masala-based green dips is unforgettable, cheap, clean and hygienic...

George Han, who was short of oil and water in his stomach, swallowed subconsciously.

He quickly took a deep breath and pushed the heavy bicycle forward.

It didn't take long for him to catch a glimpse of the merchandise counter built by Old Jai with several large stones.

But at this time, the glass box filled with fried dough balls on the homemade counter had long been broken, and a large number of fried dough balls were scattered everywhere, but only old Jai and his loyal customers were nowhere to be seen.

"What happened in the village?"

George Han, whose eyes widened slightly, quickly stopped the bicycle.

He hurried to the front of the merchandise counter, squatted on the ground and took a closer look.

"These fried dough balls are completely soaked by the rain. I remember the rain started seven days ago and stopped this morning..."

George Han, who slowly stood up, muttered something to himself.

His expression gradually became serious, and he wanted to turn around and leave.

Turning his eyes back and forth, he accidentally saw a sharp saw blade belonging to Old Jai.

Old Jay is also from a lower caste.

According to the unspoken traditions and rules of everyone, people of lower castes are not allowed to use real knives.

George Han lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up the sharp saw blade and stuck it behind his waist.

The existence of the merchandise counter is Lao Jai's destiny.

It is also his only source of income to support his family of several people.

It is impossible for old Jay to let others trample on everything he owns and remain indifferent.

Therefore, something else must have happened in my village!

fight? riot? still……

Squeak!

With a nervous expression, George Han quickly ran back to the bicycle.

He pushed his bicycle and rode into the village.

He needed to get home as soon as possible to see if his wife and son were still safe.

If something really happened in the village, there was nothing we could do.

At worst, he would take his whole family to live on the streets in the city, so that he could at least save one life.

George Han pedaled the bicycle with all his strength, speeding through the chaotic streets of the village.

The villagers who used to come and go have long since disappeared, and even the annoying sounds of barking dogs and cows have disappeared.

In order to conduct some kind of verification, George Han also deliberately took a detour.

He quickly passed the road in front of rows of mansions built by the village chief and other wealthy people who had specially occupied the land.

But still no one was seen, only metal doors locked from the inside!

Boom!

Soon after, George Han, covered in sweat, finally returned to his old house.

At this moment, there was no sound coming from this old ancestral house that had gone through decades of wind and rain and relied on the repairs of the fathers to barely stand.

"Amir? Tina?"

The flustered George Han didn't even bother with the food on the car seat.

He quickly shouted the names of his son and wife several times in the direction of the house, but never got any response.

Johan, whose forehead was dripping with sweat, took a deep breath and walked quickly to the door.

He gently pushed the door and found that it was not locked.

Creak——

As the door gradually opened, the faint light from the outside slowly shone into the dimly lit room.

Johann carefully poked his head and glanced.

He found that the floor at the door and the furniture around were very neatly arranged.

And all this was thanks to his wife Tina.

Although the family lived in poverty.

But the two were not lazy, and they did not complain about the world...

"Tina!"

At this moment, Johann, with his lips trembling slightly, suddenly saw his wife lying on the ground beside the bed.

He wanted to go forward to check on her life or death.

But the human instinct still stopped him from moving.

Because his wife's current state did not look like a living person at all!

Moreover, there was a terrifying smile on her pale face with eyes wide open. Her exposed hands and feet were covered with large and small horrible herpes, which kept flowing out extremely smelly green juice, and even her abdomen was swollen a lot.

And Johan knew clearly that his wife was not pregnant again...

This should be some unknown disease, right?

Or is it the raging plague mentioned by the old people in the village?

Johan, who had just suffered a great blow, thought in a very confused way.

"Amir?"

The next moment, Johan, who was suppressing his inner grief, glanced at the inside of the room again, and suddenly saw a short figure squatting facing the corner.

And that was the small back of his son Amir!

"Son! Don't be afraid! Dad is back, Tina... What happened to your mother? What happened in the village?"

In an instant, Johan's worry and love for his son in his heart.

Finally overcame the worry about his wife's decaying body and some unknown disease.

He rushed into the room without hesitation, and then carefully moved towards his son squatting in the corner.

"Dad, you're back..."

"Mom is sick, we can't contact you, and the people in the village are afraid of getting sick and are unwilling to help us..."

At this moment, Qiao Han, who was completely worried about his son's safety, did not notice that Amir's voice was a little low and heavy, and even the basic tone of voice did not change at all.

"I am very scared, anxious and sad. I want to pray to the gods in the sky for help as my mother once said... I didn't expect the great gods to actually reply to me!"

Hearing his son's simple words without any ups and downs in his voice.

Qiao Han, who had just placed a few fingers on his son's shoulders, subconsciously felt his hair stand on end!

He was about to say something.

At this moment, his son, who had been facing the corner, suddenly turned in front of him.

"Ah!"

Qiao Han, who couldn't help but stare carefully, subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and his whole body was shaking!

In the arms of his son Amir, who was swollen and festering.

A terrifying Nurgling, only the size of a human head, with green pits and a sticky liquid on its body, was trying to stretch out a pair of slender hands towards Johan, and a creepy laugh and vague whispers kept coming out of its slightly open bloody mouth!

"Hehe..."

"Dad, hug me——"

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