Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 124 The Observer in the Dark

Ahriman followed the Primarch into the dome, and he quickly noticed an unusual bloodstain on the circular carpet.

The dome was not broken, there were no signs of a corpse being dragged along, and a colossal beast with an astonishing amount of blood had vanished without a trace.

He had no further questions; he knew the importance of being cautious in his words and actions in the presence of the Primarch.

Ahriman knew that each legion had its secrets, and even his own Fifteenth Legion harbored unspeakable secrets.

The High Priest of the Sand Lizard was placed in the center of the dome, surrounded by warriors from thirteen legions.

They removed their leather gloves, spread their hands, aligned their fingers, and channeled their psychic energy to each other, calming the raging power.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the soldiers of the Fifteenth Army Corps.

When guiding spiritual energy at a high intensity, those terrifying physical mutations did not occur, and the spiritual energy was no longer violent.

Like a docile sheep, it follows the shepherd's lead steadily along the designated path.

This surprise didn't last long; they channeled their power into the sand lizard priest's body, suspending it in the middle of the ritual.

"It's time to start."

At the Doom Soldier's signal, the Warhound Legion waiting below the tower threw the sand lizard warrior, whose limbs had been broken, into the psionic extraction machine.

They were terrified, but powerless to struggle.

The executioners who once held sway over the fate of human psionicists are now lambs to the slaughter, their reason overwhelmed by a tidal wave of fear.

The purple halo spread along the tower and eventually converged at the dome, forming a terrifying power.

“A plea for help from all our people.”

Ahriman's voice trembled; he had never guided such a vast power before.

With a glint of psychic energy in his eyes, he commanded the sand lizard priest in the language he had read: "Tell them to return to our aid at all costs!"

Having lost its "prefrontal cortex" brain tissue, the sand lizard priest is like a puppet, manipulated at will by external forces.

It raised its arm blankly and uttered a few words: "Request for help... Our home planet has been attacked... At all costs... We will return to our home planet."

As the language was completed, Ahriman channeled psychic energy into the alien body.

boom!
A beam of purple light shot into the sky and disappeared outside the planet's atmosphere.

Along with the psychic energy, the sand lizard's unique psychic fluctuations, mixed with distress signals, spread to their colonized world.

The Sand Lizard capital city also received the message; their eyes widened, and they immediately understood the human's intentions.

Encircle and ambush reinforcements! But it's not a simple encirclement and ambush of reinforcements.

Humans have now occupied the cities on their home planet and are using false information to lure out colony soldiers, allowing them to reap the benefits of the surrounding worlds at minimal cost.

With powerful ships and cannons, they annihilated the elite warriors of their race in the void.

The High Priest immediately summoned the priests to prepare for the ceremony and to reissue the commands, but then saw a semi-transparent barrier rise up.

"Damn humans!"

The High Priest's voice was extremely venomous, cursing with the most vicious language, and the barrier severed all communication.

"Notify the people to throw all human psionicists into the spire and drain them dry," he warned.

It devised a plan, using immense psychic energy to break through the barrier and warn the colonies not to act rashly.

The priest's approach was reasonable, but it overlooked a crucial factor.

"High Priest, human warships are above us!"

The reports from his subordinates were like a death knell; the High Priest's scales suddenly burst open, hissing as his body swayed precariously.

"Raise the barrier..." it said weakly, instructing the priests to raise the psionic barrier.

The fate of a people is heading towards destruction through humanity's ingenious calculations.

Six alien hive cities, six main cruisers.

They hovered in high orbit, at an altitude where the aliens could hardly retaliate, unleashing their orbital strikes to their heart's content.

The dense array of light spears bombarded the sky and the ground, forcing the aliens to devote a great deal of energy to setting up a psionic barrier, leaving them no time to attend to anything else.

At this point, the fate of the psychic sand lizard is sealed.

Relying on their powerful bodies, they plundered and seized various technological resources from humanity's old world.

However, their own technology has not developed, and they rely entirely on their own psionic talents.

Their demise was caused by their complacency in an environment free from powerful enemies and the absence of external factors that would drive advancements in warfare technology.

Thanks to psionic energy, sand lizards don't need power armor; the resonance of their thick scales can withstand gunfire.

A simple glance can intimidate, projected illusions can chill the enemy, and a priest's spells can even achieve interstellar communication. Defeat can also come from psychic powers; without psychic abilities, or if restricted by the opponent, combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.

The only powerful threat to humanity is the million elite warriors who are not afraid of guns and cannons, along with hundreds of millions of combat servants.

Psionic communications were being transmitted across the stars. On the Herafnkel, Lehman Ruth sensed the burst of psionic energy and abruptly rose from his throne.

"My brother has succeeded!" Russ's beast-like eyes flashed with excitement as he crushed the wine glass in his hand. "Now it's our turn to perform."

"Notify all fleets that upon spotting the lizard ships, do not rush to attack. Wait until they approach the vicinity of 'Mandeville Point' before launching an attack."

The Mandeville point is a stable subspace jump point in a galaxy.

Entering and exiting the galaxy from this location will not affect the galactic structure or trigger a series of catastrophic consequences.

"At the same time, pay attention to the galaxy and prevent them from recklessly and urgently entering subspace."

"Not a single one of them can escape!" the wolf king said through gritted teeth, almost threateningly. "This is my promise to my brothers."

Another Primarch, leading his Genetic Offspring into battle, intercepted the enemy in space and eliminated enemy reinforcements.

The fleet, like a pack of wolves, ventures out in all directions, searching for enemies in the starry sky and hunting in the hunting grounds.

On the alien homeworld of Salz, two thousand warriors of the Fourth Legion, inspired by the Primarch, began to transform the alien city-states.

They demolished the irrational, replanned the city, and gradually built a fortress that eliminated all weaknesses.

Soldiers of the Seventh Legion patrolled the city, looking for anything amiss and recording it as a means of attacking the aliens.

During this process, the two legions, whose identities were swapped, helped each other identify and address their shortcomings, and the two sides gained a deeper understanding and formed a friendship.

All troops from the landing zone entered the city to help the legion build defenses and clear out the remaining aliens deep within the city.

Everything was in full swing, with each legion working with great enthusiasm and cooperating to rapidly expand their gains.

Doom left the dome, instructing Ahriman to send distress signals irregularly, and also left Doom Soldier behind to prevent him from overstepping his bounds.

Psionicists are always full of curiosity, and reading priests' memories and glimpsing warp powers is dangerous.

The highest room in the city, overlooking the entire city, is kept extremely clean.

The Primarch took up residence there, using it as his temporary command post and home.

During a rare moment of leisure, Doom found the corpse of a sand lizard warrior and lit a fire to showcase his culinary skills.

His tall frame bent over the fire, cutting chunks of meat from the cutting board and laying them out on the grill.

Here are high-ranking Space Marines, leaders of the Mortal Legion, and red-robed members of the Mechanicus.

“I don’t actually like fighting.” Doom grilled meat and distributed it to the high-ranking officers of the various armies, recounting some of his past experiences: “I like farming and enjoying the harvest, and I like traveling to broaden my horizons.”

The Space Marine took the Primarch's roasted meat, savoring the memory of the Sand Lizard's terror, his tongue tasting the delicious aroma of the meat.

They listened quietly; the Primarch was right, he truly longed for that kind of life.

"After the Great Expedition ends, you may be able to relax."

Kahn was enjoying the moment, having been invited to a banquet for his bravery in battle, where he would taste the roast meat cooked by the Primarch himself.

Everyone at the banquet felt immense respect and the warmth emanating from the Primarch.

By feeling the greatness and extraordinary nature of the original, one can also get closer to him in real life and know that even in a great soul, there is still the brilliance of ordinary humanity.

"We look forward to that day."

Doom smiled gently, knowing in his heart the course of the Great Crusade and the Emperor's plans for the future.

The Great Expedition may end, or it may never end.

The simple barbecue feast was made meaningful by the fact that it was hosted by the original organization.

Space Marines and mortals chatted, and even members of the Cult of Mechanics joined in, sharing the thrills and glory of the battlefield.

The brief banquet ended quickly, and everyone dispersed, leaving only the Doom Soldier and their Gene Father behind.

"You guys go down too."

Doom sat alone in front of the grill, intently turning the meat even after the guests had left: "This feast is not over yet."

Upon hearing this, Seth narrowed his eyes, glanced at the corner of the room, and finally decided to leave.

Doom never let his guard down for a moment. During the banquet, he keenly noticed that the Father of Genetics glanced at that deserted corner three times.

When Doom was the only one left in the room, with the fire crackling in the fireplace, he looked into the empty corner and said, "Come out, you can't escape my watchful eye."

"You actually knew I existed."

As the mechanical synthesized voice rang out, a green light flashed in the space, and a humanoid machine emerged from a spatial rift.

(besides)
(End of this chapter)