Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 129 Kill This World

When the mortal troops withdrew to high orbit, they saw the drastic changes on the planet beneath their feet and couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

In the lush green jungle world, storm vortexes are visible to the naked eye, advancing towards the human-conquered capital.

A storm of unprecedented scale, which should not exist in the jungle, is gradually gathering and destroying all traces left by humans.

Thunder, storm, hail.

Shipboard astronomical instruments are frequently issuing alarms, and the level of natural disasters continues to rise.

The officials of the Ministry of the Interior finally understood why the Primarchs needed them to leave and why they had to evacuate the planet.

—To contend with the planet's natural environment.

The Primarch did not exaggerate; he used a simple sentence to tell the terrifying truth.

If the evacuation is not timely, the landing force will be completely annihilated and swallowed up by the enraged planet.

The Doomsday Warriors stood by the porthole, silently gazing down at their alien homeworld—their genetic father was fighting alone on the surface.

"He should be fine; he is the great Primarch."

Kahn stood beside his tall cousin, his helmet tucked into his waistband, gazing down at the unpredictable planet below.

"Watch your words, Kahn."

Seth, a fiery warrior, turned around and looked down at the blue-and-white-painted Kahn: "It's not 'should,' the Father of Genetics will surely win!"

"There is no 'should' or 'possible' ahead of him; those who block his way will only face death."

"Even the will of the world kneels at the feet of the Doomsday Warrior."

Doom's strong attitude made Kahn frown; he couldn't understand whether it was arrogance or paranoia.

No one can withstand the storm, not even the Primarch.

To avoid offending his cousin, Kahn nodded silently and offered no further comment.

Doom, shield in hand and sword in hand, marches against the storm, undeterred by the hurricane.

His cloak was billowing behind him in the hurricane, but he was in no hurry. He made his way step by step toward the eye of the storm.

The Judgment Sword pointed at the ground, its pointed tip scraping against the ground with a hissing sound.

Its unstoppable blade sparked, and the red lightning on its edge licked the ground like tentacles.

The sword of judgment pierced the planet's will, slowly chipping away at its grand ambition, sending a challenge signal to a provocateur, to its target.

The planet's atmosphere is surging, storms are howling amidst collisions, the planet feels threatened, and it is now very uncomfortable.

Multiple powerful and malevolent concepts are peeling back its skin, eagerly preparing to feast.

Unlike his compatriots, who left with their tails between their legs, the outsider was extremely arrogant and provocative.

Doom's face remained icy as he sensed the expansion of the planet's will, his mind racing with calculations.

Looking at the current situation, Ruth received a message from the stars and is now accelerating the extermination of sand lizards from other worlds.

When the souls of most of the sand lizards gather and the planet's power reaches its peak, that will be the time for Doom to make his move.

Psychic energy is a magical power, with endless uses when used properly; however, psychic energy is also dangerous, as its backlash can be extremely severe.

Sand lizards have always been protected by the will of the world and have enjoyed the benefits of psychic powers.

Doom planned to use the sand lizards' characteristics to make them taste the bitter fruit of being betrayed by psionic forces.

In the outer void, Lehman Russ was on the Herafnkel, standing in front of the command console, constantly issuing orders.

He received his brother's celestial message and is now matching his brother's plans.

When a Primarch gets serious, his superhuman mind works at lightning speed, and Ruth's commands are dense and rapid, more numerous than the saliva he spits out.

Doom's strategy of luring the snakes out of their holes was very effective. In the colonized world of the sand lizards, 80% of the soldiers left the planet and entered the void, which had become a hunting ground for space wolves.

The sand lizard's rudimentary warships were utterly defenseless. Though called warships, they were actually houses cobbled together from stone and steel, fitted with human-made subspace engines.

Under the attacks of the light spears and macro cannons, the sand lizard warships became even more vulnerable.

The breach in the warship was fatal to the sand lizards; the internal pressure instantly became unbalanced, blasting the sand lizard warriors out of the warship.

Without dense partitions, their warships are as vulnerable as eggs in space.

Light spear, macro cannon, boarding maneuver. The wolf's simple three-pronged attack left the sand lizard reeling.

The home planet's plea for help was urgent and desperate, constantly urging the return of forces from the outside world, at any cost.

The various sand lizard leaders also knew that without their home planet, they would have nothing.

Despite suffering heavy casualties, they fearlessly broke through the blockade of human warships and headed towards their home planet.

Unfortunately, while the selfless sacrifice that species display when facing extinction is admirable, it is also tragic.

A Primarch, a war machine created by the Emperor, personally orchestrated a blockade that, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, swiftly reaped the Sand Lizards' burgeoning passion and lives. Just as Ruth had promised, he didn't let a single warship escape, firmly gripping the Sand Lizards' throat.

The brilliance of the light spear streaked across the dark universe as thousands of deck laborers loaded cannonballs into the barrels of the macro cannons.

The Star Language Choir's chanting lingered like a mournful elegy, while the Thinkers' array's mechanical prayers were cold and precise. The two sounds intertwined, composing a lament for the Sand Lizard's end.

Doom walked slowly, feeling the storm growing increasingly fierce, the strong winds pulling his cloak backward.

Except for his cloak, the storm could not shake him.

He felt the world beneath his feet transforming, his power rapidly rising, and the emotions he expressed becoming increasingly clear.

Doom's gaze pierced through the storm, revealing the forest thriving, trees growing visibly, and vines dancing like serpents.

He sensed the time had come and resolved to end everything here before returning to Terra to face the Emperor.

This world is not as simple as it seems.

Doom stopped in his tracks, his breathing becoming longer and deeper as he exhaled power in the eye of the storm.

He took a deep breath, his eyes wide with rage, and boundless fury erupted from his throat: "Face me!!!"

A long roar!
This roar of fury was so pure, like the roar of a dragon in human legends, its sound shaking the heavens, and for a moment the hurricane stopped and the howling wind fell silent.

The enraged planetary will was horrified that a tiny human being could stop the storm with a single roar.

The fleet in high orbit fell silent, and a large number of oracles were destroyed amidst the Primarch's roar.

Kahn's hands trembled as he wiped the sweat from his brow and re-examined the man on the planet below, the one who stood against the world.

"pity!"

Doom shook his head and sighed. He raised his Judgment Sword with his right hand and twirled it, letting the blood-red blade face the ground.

"The universe will mourn for you; a planet with its own will is a miracle, and today it has vanished completely."

"I will kill this world!"

Now that the psionic energy has reached its peak, it's time to make a move!

Doom's eyes narrowed, a murderous glint in them. He gripped the hilt of the Judgment Sword and slammed it into the ground.

He will kill this world and completely erase its will.

The sword of judgment plunged into the earth, it had long been thirsty and eager to kill all who defied it.

The moment the sword pierced the earth was a long, drawn-out instant.

The verdant planet seemed to have been paused; the storms ceased, the cries subsided, and the forests fell silent, all things still.

"Bah!!!!"

A world is wailing! The painful roar brings tears to the eyes of the listeners; it is struggling in agony, unwillingly fleeing from death.

"No!!!!!"

In the capital of the Sand Lizards, tears of blood streamed from the priests' eyes, leaving vivid traces of blood on their scales; they had never grieved so deeply.

Only the priests knew that it was the will of the planet that was wailing, and that the great mother was dying.

Rumble~~~
Volcanoes on the planet erupted at the same time, glaciers at the North and South Poles collapsed, and towering waves surged in the ocean.

The earth is cracking, canyons are being torn open by underground forces, and magma is flowing out like the blood of a planet.

The vitality of the forest is fading, its prosperity is fleeting, the vegetation is rapidly withering and decaying, and then gradually turning into desert.

Raindrops fell from the churning clouds, the biting cold bringing a chilling sense of death, and all traces of the past vitality were gone.

Humanity was horrified; the high orbit was clearly visible.

The once lush jungle world degenerated into a desert planet in less than ten minutes.

The surface of the earth was torn apart, revealing several huge rift valleys that stretched across the planet. Mountains collapsed, like the backs of giants crashing down.

All the psionic sand lizards felt excruciating pain, a throbbing pain from their very souls.

The sand lizards couldn't help but shed tears; they felt a sense of loss, that an important relative had left them.

Even at the very end, the sand lizard nests remained unaffected by the natural disaster, and the lizards remained safe and sound.

The planet is protecting them, and this is the last time it will protect them.

Beneath the capital, as the planet's consciousness gradually dies, psychic energy returns to the giant lizard.

It is transforming, all its power is converging on its body, and the giant lizard's size is increasing dramatically!
Not only monitor lizards, but sand lizards all over the world are expanding in size and their psionic power is soaring.

"Humans! We will surely avenge ourselves!"

(End of this chapter)