Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 101 We Come from Terra
"What are you going to do?"

The lieutenant stood with difficulty, panting heavily, his voice hoarse: "We will never surrender!"

"You don't have a choice now!" The Night Guard who had spoken to him kicked him to the ground and looked down at the heavily armored warrior on the ground: "I can drag you, or you can walk up here with dignity."

The Night Guardian extended his palm, the meaning of which was clear.

“I can walk by myself!” The lieutenant slapped his arm away and struggled to his feet.

"Take them with you."

The Night Guards escorted the captured Space Marines to the bridge from the rear.

The Night Guard escorted the Space Marines by elevator to the bridge, where a giant robot came into view.

The lieutenant's helmet was removed, revealing a resilient man.

His expression changed drastically as he looked at the towering robot, filled with disgust and contempt: "I hate intelligence!"

"Pah!" He spat in disgust onto the warship's floor.

The robot ignored his insults, only looking at the saliva on the ground, its eyes emitting blue scanning light.

"It's interesting that saliva is a corrosive liquid."

Turing's electronic voice was full of interest; he raised his left hand and spewed out flames, evaporating the corrosive saliva.

"What do you want from hating intelligence?"

The lieutenant's eyes swept across the bridge; there were very few people there, and the gunfire outside the portholes had ceased. Their warship had not yet sunk.

"Did you hear that? He told you to 'hate intelligence'."

Harlan grinned and emerged from behind Turing, teasing his Iron Man brother.

“It doesn’t matter.” Turing shrugged human-like, then spread his hands: “He hates me, and I hate him just as much.”

Iron Man sized up the human before him, whose body bore numerous signs of modification and was filled with deformed organs: "A messy cyborg."

The lieutenant was about to argue, denouncing Iron Man's betrayal and declaring that he was a warrior molded by the Emperor.

His gaze, however, was drawn to the scarred man in white armor; there was a rather familiar rune mark on his power armor shoulder guards.

Those red rune markings are very famous in Terra; they are the markings of the Twenty-First Legion.

It is a mysterious rune engraved on the genetic seed of a cousin, a symbol of unknown meaning.

The Emperor was the first to decipher the mark, and he personally named the Twenty-First Legion—Doom Warriors!
Those cousins ​​were incredibly powerful, completely different from the other legions, as if they were another kind of creature.

He was very familiar with the runes, and with his superhuman reflexes, he immediately knew what he was about to face.

It is very likely the offspring of an emperor—a genetic prototype that has been lost in the galaxy!

The lieutenant's mind immediately started racing; he could imagine the honor he might be able to grasp.

The Empire currently has only one Primarch, Horus Lupecal, the genetic father of the Sixteenth Legion.

The Primarch was found in the gang world of Kosonia, where the Cult of Mechanics discovered and brought him back to the Emperor.

Since then, the Great Expedition has proceeded even more intensely, but no more Primarchs have been found.

Now, with a clue to the Primarch before him, the lieutenant was filled with excitement. The honor of reclaiming the Primarch was within his grasp.

He didn't believe in coincidences; it was impossible for the same mark to appear in a starry sea tens of thousands of light-years away.

It must be the original gene!

"What are you looking at?" Harlan could clearly sense that the prisoner opposite him was getting a little cocky, ever since he had glanced at him.

Recalling the prisoner's gaze, Harlan turned his head to look at the mark on his shoulder.

His expression changed, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you recognize this mark?"

Harlan always paid special attention to matters concerning Doom. The light in the man's eyes seemed genuine; he recognized the mark!

"Cough~cough~"

The lieutenant cleared his throat, trying to make his voice clear, and looked at the mark, saying, "We come from Terra, we are the Emperor's warriors."

"As for that mark..."

He looked around, still feeling uneasy: "I need to see his owner before I can tell you."

The lieutenant believed this was the safest approach, since the existence of the mark indeed proved that the Primarch was connected to them.

But he wasn't sure what the specific connection was, so he decided to keep the white-armored man in suspense until he saw the Gene Primarch.

“Terra?” Harlan frowned upon hearing the word, looking at the man before him. Back on the day of Doom's coronation, the Navigator had said that Terra had risen again, and their arrival was foreseeable.

He just hadn't expected that the people of Terra would arrive so quickly, extending their reach to the northern part of the galaxy in just thirty years.

The Night Guards on the bridge were invigorated upon hearing that they were from Terra.

"An emperor?" Turing Iron Hand rubbed its iron head and gave its opinion: "Sounds like a dictator."

"Shut up! Intelligent machine."

Perhaps seeing the mark, the lieutenant's tone became much more polite, but he was still full of anger: "Your soulless mouth is not worthy to call upon him."

His resentful expression made it seem as if Turing had committed some heinous crime.

"Hey~ I knew it..." Turing's electronic eyes darted to the indignant cyborg: "Emperor! Emperor! Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!"

"you……"

The lieutenant's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he was breathing heavily. If he hadn't been holding back, he would have charged forward and fought the machine to the death.

"Alright!" Harlan interrupted the farce and asked the outsiders, "What is your purpose in coming here?"

The lieutenant lowered his head, his face showing an expression of unwavering defiance.

He knew perfectly well that his spaceship had been blown here by the subspace storm for no other purpose than this.

But now we have, welcoming back a Primarch.

"You think we can't get you to talk unless you tell us?"

Harlan looked at him, puffed out his chest to release the pressure, and said in a threatening tone, "We are not afraid of Terra."

"You can try!"

The lieutenant, unfazed, met Harlan's threatening gaze head-on: "I will not say anything until I see the owner of the mark."

"As for them..." He looked at his comrades-in-arms behind him, glanced around, and said proudly, "They are just like me, fearless!"

"The Emperor's warriors never fear death; we are born to die."

The Space Marines responded; they never feared death, for death was their only way to serve the Emperor.

"Pretty energetic." Harlan scoffed, but inwardly he felt a certain admiration for these soldiers: "What's your name?"

"Lieutenant Gerhan of the Fifth Legion of the Human Empire."

Harlan nodded silently, and at the same time, he learned where he came from.

The Empire of Man sounds like a respectable name and shouldn't pose a threat to Doom.

"Put them in jail, and we're going back to Nur."

Harlan ordered the ships to return to port. He was also very curious about Doom's origins and whether they were related to the human empire.

"Turing Brothers," Harlan called softly to Iron Man, speaking earnestly, "Contact the other fleets and have them come and guard this ship. We absolutely cannot let them escape!"

As Doom's bodyguard, Harlan thought long-term. If they dared to make any unusual moves after meeting Doom, he would kill them!
Soon a warship arrived to pick him up. After explaining a few things, Harlan embarked on his voyage back to Nur.

"Gelham brothers, is that true?"

After being imprisoned, one of the Space Marines couldn't hold back any longer and quietly asked Gerhan.

They also saw that the mark on the white-armored warrior was indeed the insignia of the 21st Legion.

Given the eyesight and memory of a Space Marine, there is no way they would misread or misremember.

"Brothers, what are you talking about?"

Among the team were Legion brothers born from the Void who had never seen the Doomsday Mark before, and were naturally curious, so they asked Gerhan about it.

Gerhan pondered for a moment, knowing they were under constant surveillance.

Dragging his power armor, now powerless, he walked to his brother's side, their bodies pressed together, and wrote a few words in his hand—"Gene Prototype."

The combat brother shuddered, nodded silently, and squatted down in the corner of the cell.

When they were first captured, the Space Marines were planning to escape and send news back to the Imperium so that the War Council could make preparations.

Now? Even if those white-armored warriors try to drive them away, they'll stubbornly insist on staying.

(Holy crap! Original!)

(End of this chapter)