Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 113 Father!

Their contest wasn't about drinking capacity, since the Primarch's constitution made it impossible for him to get drunk. Instead, it was about who could drink more strong liquor before the alcohol ran out.

The goal of the competition is for the person who can drink the most spirits before the alcohol runs out to win.

While pouring himself a drink, Doom signaled for help with his eyes to the only "one of his own" in the room—the Emperor.

Receiving a look from Doom, the Emperor immediately understood that it was time for him to step up.

With a flick of his wrist, an invisible force lifted the mountain of wine barrels into the air, and with a grasping motion, crushed them all.

The wine in the barrel gushed out, and the Emperor enveloped the wine with golden psionic energy, then waved his hand to separate the sediment from the barrel.

The fiery red liquor, encased in a layer of bubbles, floated steadily in front of Doom.

Doom nodded and smiled in approval, gave the Emperor a thumbs-up, and immediately dipped his head into the bubbly wine.

He took a deep breath, like a roc swallowing a whale, fiercely absorbing the potent liquor from the psionic bubble, and a vortex of bubbles extended from his mouth.

The Fenrisians had stopped screaming and were staring in disbelief at the scene.

The two giant wolves were equally astonished. They stuck out their tongues, widened their eyes, and rolled and writhed on the ground, expressing a shock that came from the depths of their souls.

There were only two superhumans present, swallowing sounds emanating from their throats, like the Fenris sea monster swallowing seawater.

Their bodies emitted white smoke, and the alcohol they exhaled condensed into mist, eventually gathering into a high-concentration alcohol cloud on the dome of the hall, even causing a light rain of alcohol to fall.

Mortals collapsed in the hall, intoxicated by the inhaled alcohol vapor.

With a flick of his finger, the emperor instantly dispelled the alcohol with golden spiritual energy, saving the mortals in the hall.

As Ruth looked up from the wine jar and witnessed this scene, his wariness of the psionic master suddenly increased.

A wizard with great power is indeed qualified to challenge himself.

"I surrender!"

Seeing the shattered barrels on the ground, far outnumbering his own, Ruth readily and cheerfully conceded defeat.

"Give me back my wine!" he said to the middle-aged man with a pained expression. "The game is over, don't waste your wine."

The emperor nodded, and with a flick of his finger, all the empty barrels on the ground stood up, and the wine in the air returned precisely to the barrels.

Doom licked his lips and nodded to Russ, without any hint of triumphant pride.

"Shall we have another eating contest?" he asked softly, his tone sincere and calm, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Ruth's fondness for the big man grew rapidly; he was a dignified and strong man with a heart as vast as the sea.

“By!” Ruth was willing to clash with such a strong opponent out of basic politeness and mutual respect.

"Someone come and grill some meat!"

With a shout, he summoned all the barbecue experts, and the two sides began their second battle.

The hall was bustling with activity. The mortal warriors, shirtless, were busy at the barbecue grill, sweating profusely as they roasted the succulent and juicy beast meat.

Ruth specifically instructed that the finest meat must be used for distinguished guests, and that it be roasted by a true master chef.

He and Doom continued to chew on the roasted meat, devouring it as if it were a bottomless abyss.

Meat was also placed in front of the emperor, who ate it in large mouthfuls, nodding repeatedly in approval of the grilling technique.

The two prototypes before them had their digestive systems at their peak, digesting everything they swallowed into nutrients.

They swallowed the hard bones, the steel forked into their flesh, and the sticky embers without any adverse reaction.

During their meat-eating duel, Doom and Ruth looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a sense of mutual respect, a mutual recognition between two gourmands.

Doom savored the burst of hot, fatty flavor in his mouth, feeling a surge of happiness and satisfaction.

His tongue savored the aroma as each muscle fiber tore open, releasing a rich and mellow fragrance.

We accept everything! We accept everything! We put it all into our mouths and into our stomachs.

The difference in physical capabilities between the two extraordinary beings will become apparent, and the outcome of the battle will soon be decided.

Ruth felt full; her body had reached its limit and could no longer store nutrients.

Doom, on the other hand, was relaxed and at ease, swallowing large mouthfuls of roasted meat as if his stomach were a bottomless pit.

"Uh~"

Ruth chewed the bone, swallowed it with a burp, and generously admitted his defeat: "I give up!"

"You're amazing!" He shook his head and gave Doom a thumbs up. "Ruth admires you!"

“You too.” Doom swallowed the last bite of roast meat, savoring the taste, and gave Ruth a nod. “So, next… uh…”

Ruth turned her gaze to the psychic master, signaling the start of the final contest: "The contest of strength shall begin immediately."

"Wait a few seconds." He gently rubbed his belly, twisted his waist a few times, and then digested the food in his stomach.

The Fenris people gathered around; more important than eating and drinking was the battle, and the key to this contest.

If the middle-aged man loses, then the previous two matches will have an explanation: how can someone without power command respect?
Ruth walked to the center of the banquet hall, raised her hand to signal to the middle-aged man, and the final and most crucial match between the two sides was about to begin.

The emperor walked expressionlessly onto the wrestling carpet in the center of the banquet hall. His surface was as calm as the sea, but deep within, waves were brewing.

Both sides understood that victory or defeat could be decided in an instant.

Ruth took a deep breath. The best way to deal with wizards was to kick them hard before they could chant the incantation to start the ritual.

Then the wizard's defeat was inevitable.

He decided to go all out in this match, holding nothing back and unleashing the full power of his body.

"Are you ready?" Doom asked, holding two cups in his hands, acting as the duelist.

The two people on the central carpet looked at Doom at the same time and nodded solemnly.

"Clink~" The two wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound, symbolizing the start of the competition.

Bang!
In the eyes of the Fenris, the moment the battle began, a flash of golden light determined the outcome.

Their tribal king, the great wolf Ruth, was sent flying backward and fell to the ground unconscious.

Only three people on the field witnessed the battle that took place in an instant.

The instant the command was given, Russ moved like a hunting wolf, suddenly charging towards the Emperor with incredible speed, aiming for victory in a single strike.

But he saw the psionic wizard's body suddenly swell, and then a golden gauntlet emerged from his cloak!
In that moment of stunned silence, the middle-aged man's image changed dramatically; his thin body transformed into a massive, imposing figure, radiating golden light.

Russ felt the throbbing of blood ties and was at a loss when the giant golden fist struck his face, and everything went black.

In a daze, Ruth understood everything.

The unusual occurrences in Fenris a few days ago—outsiders dressed in sealed armor—were observing the tribe from the shadows.

At first, we thought they were invaders, until a few days ago when they disappeared without a trace.

Now, the golden giant standing before him was his biological father, who had come to take him away.

Then everything went black, and he passed out.

Before the Fenrisians could even cheer, they rushed to Ruth in astonishment to check if his magnificent body was injured.

While Ruth was unconscious, two giant white-maned wolves leaped onto the banquet table, lowered their bodies, arched their backs, bared their teeth, and growled softly at the emperor.

"Don't be nervous."

The emperor, now reverting to his middle-aged appearance, waved his hand gently, signaling to the tense Fenrisians and the two giant wolves, and said, "He will wake up soon, and you will know everything in no time."

After saying that, he sat down next to Doom, drank the remaining wine in his glass, and cut the roast meat with a knife.

Seeing that he meant no harm, the Fenris gradually lowered their guard and calmed down.

The two people in front of him could even defeat Russ, so killing them and his group would be a piece of cake.

The fact that the other party did not do that demonstrates their goodwill.

"Go get a basin of ice water and pour it on him," Doom said earnestly to the anxious crowd. "It's very effective."

The Emperor raised an eyebrow and secretly glanced at Doom; this guy was a bit cunning.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and the Fenrisians did as he was told.

He fetched a large bucket of ice water and splashed it on Ruth, causing the Primarch on the ground to shudder violently.

He angrily opened his eyes, his beastly pupils scanning the surroundings menacingly before finally locking onto the person holding the basin.

Ruth did not blame him. Instead, he immediately got up from the ground, walked quickly to the Emperor, and made a move that surprised the Fenris.

He knelt on one knee, lowered his proud head, and uttered a sincere, choked sob: "Father! I am willing to submit to you."

The Emperor nodded in satisfaction, transforming into the magnificent figure clad in power armor and gleaming with golden light, standing before Ruth.

When the Fenris saw the sacred figure, they too knelt in reverence.

"Get up, my child." The emperor stretched out his golden-armored hand, stroked Ruth's hair, and slowly knelt down to help him up: "I've come to take you home."

(End of this chapter)