Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 170 Frenzy Arena

The tall figure called out loudly, waking the two dazed Primarchs.

Forgrim and Feralus awoke to find the Emperor's current appearance vastly different from that of their majestic father.

They shifted their gaze from the emperor and saw the tall, imposing man standing out from the crowd.

His upper body was bare, with crimson runes imprinted on his muscular chest, while his lower body wore simple skirt armor and combat boots.

The brother had thick, black eyebrows with sharp, blade-like peaks, eyes as deep as a bottomless abyss, a high, straight nose, and an exceptionally handsome face that exuded an air of authority and kingly presence.

Seeing such a magnificent person, the two nodded inwardly.

Their brothers were born kings, their heroic appearance alone was enough to make them stand out from the crowd.

Inspired by Doom's charisma, the two men straightened their backs, proving that they were worthy to stand beside the heroic brothers.

Fugrim took off his sandals, stepped barefoot onto the green lawn, lifted his robe and draped it over his hand, and walked toward his brother with the most perfect posture.

Ferrus handed the furnace-breaker over to the Imperial Guard, then scooped up some water from the garden fountain and washed the oil off his face.

“Forgrim,” the woman in purple robes walked up to Doom and introduced herself in the softest voice, “Those who are close to me may call me ‘Forgrim’.”

“Foun.” Doom called out to his brother affectionately without hesitation.

Doom's voice was warm and friendly. He put down his skewers and extended his hand to Fugen, who was dressed in a purple robe and had a noble air. "Doom Norwick."

“Doom!” Forgrim naturally grasped his brother’s large hand, feeling its sincerity and warmth.

Two large hands clasped tightly together, and the Primarch's face wore the most sincere smile.

“Ferus Marus.” After washing the grime from his face, Ferus stood by the oven and stretched out his silver-gray iron hand.

When Doom saw Iron Hand, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by heartache.

“Doom Norwick.” He reached out his other hand toward Feralus, feeling the coolness of the silver arm.

"It must have been an extraordinary experience?" he asked, his concern evident in his words.

Ferrus felt the warmth of his palm and heard his brother's orderly greetings. He raised his thick eyebrows slightly; he had never felt such care before.

Throughout his life, Ferrus had indeed been endowed with extraordinary abilities by his iron hands, but he had never been arrogant.

He tried every possible way to get rid of those silver arms.

“It was indeed an extraordinary experience.” Felus smiled easily, gently brushing aside the past, and clenched his fist even tighter.

A simple greeting made him feel very warm and he deeply appreciated Doom.

Their keen insight and ability to see into the depths of people's hearts, coupled with genuine emotions that are free of pretense, bring warmth to others.

"Heh! Heh! Heh!"

With one brother in each hand, Doom glanced at his left and right, then threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh.
Infected by his magnanimity, Feralus and Forgrim also burst into laughter, and the three of them looked at each other and laughed.

"Go wait over there." Doom released his hands, gesturing for his two brothers to come to the Emperor's side. "I'll prepare some food for you."

Ferrus nodded, strode over to the Emperor, sat down cross-legged, and said no more.

“Brother.” Forgrim’s eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit as he looked at Doom.

Doom looked at his beautiful brother, signaling him to speak freely.

Facing his upright and forthright brother, Fugrim naturally didn't hesitate and generously stated his request: "I would like to have a match with you."

As he spoke, he could clearly sense the heavy atmosphere in the garden, and his father's gaze was fixed on him.

Foghrim broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that his request was indeed offensive.

Will my father be unhappy if I challenge my brother to a duel on our first meeting?

"Okay." Just as he was feeling uneasy, Doom's voice dispelled the gloom.

Without hesitation, Doom readily agreed and smiled at Forgrim.

He pointed to the roasting meat on the stove and said with a hint of joking, "But you have to finish these first."

"Of course!" Forgrim highly praised his brother's magnanimity.

With such demeanor alone, he is worthy of the title of "King".

"Please wait over there." Doom casually pointed to the Emperor, not taking the earlier incident to heart at all.

In Nuer culture, battles between warriors are common and serve as an important channel for exchanging feelings.

He didn't think much of it, only that the Fugen brothers wanted to spar and get closer to him. Sitting next to the Emperor, Fugen sat upright, extremely nervous.

My pursuit of perfection led me to make an inappropriate request, and I wonder if my earlier offensive action had angered my father.

That behavior just now really ruined the atmosphere of a family gathering and was extremely rude.

The emperor's gaze swept over his two sons, taking in their trembling expressions, and they dared not overstep their bounds in the slightest.

"Don't be nervous," Macado said with a very friendly smile.

The emperor raised his arm, gesturing for Waldo to bring out the roast meat.

He divided the steak on the plate into four portions, placed them in front of his son and old friend, and uttered a single word: "Eat."

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Felus and Fugrim were deeply shocked, holding the porcelain plate in their hands, and dared not speak.

The emperor uttered only the word "eat," and his calm tone only amplified the two men's awe.

They dared not disobey, quickly ate with their knives and forks, and mechanically put on smiles.

"Hmm~" Makado shook his head helplessly, suppressing a laugh as he saw their nervous expressions.

"Let's eat together." Doom brought over the roast meat and sat down, joining the four of them and breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Doom's timely arrival relieved the Emperor, and the two brothers relaxed, making the atmosphere much more lively.

In an eerie atmosphere, the "father and son barbecue" quickly came to an end, which could be considered a "harmonious affair between host and guest".

The barbecue feast ended quickly, and now, without further ado, the group headed to the Royal Arena.

When they arrived at the arena, many Space Marines were fighting. Perhaps word had leaked out, but the number of Custodians was unusually high.

The Doomsday Warriors stood among them, having received a tip that the Father of Genesis was going to challenge the Lord of the Third Legion.

"By the Emperor! Lord Macado! Great Primarch!" All the Space Marines and mortals present knelt down, proclaiming him the greatest being in the Imperium of Man.

The mortals were trembling with excitement; how fortunate they were to witness such a glorious scene.

The Emperor! Macardo! Primarch! The most sacred people of the Empire are all present today.

"My lord!"

"King of Warriors!"

The Imperial Guard and the Destroyers do not kneel; they enjoy privileges, their resounding voices calling forth the Lord of Mankind and the King of Warriors.

Undoubtedly, the appearance of the Emperor and the Primarch ignited the atmosphere in the arena.

The Emperor radiated golden light. He raised his hand and waved it, and the Imperial Guard conveyed the will of the Lord of Mankind: "Retreat! Hooray for the King of Warriors and the Lord of the Third Legion!"

Competition! Humanity's most primal fighting sport, an innate instinct, is now being unleashed by the two Primarchs.

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

The Space Marines retreated to the stands, where they chanted in hushed tones, their primal shouts coalescing into a war drumbeat.

Two black-armored warriors stepped forward, each wielding a greatsword, and presented them to the two Primarchs.

When her master agreed to the contest, Sophia had already begun preparations, having two swords for the contest crafted in the spaceship's foundry based on the height proportions of the original body she had scanned.

Doom lifted the physical sword, feeling its weight in his hand, and said to Forgrim, "Please, my brother."

"Please." Fogrim took the longsword, his white hair flying, full of vigor, and strode towards the center of the arena.

The two Primarch brothers, under the witness of the Emperor, engaged in a glorious contest of skills.

They are the Heavenly Pride Brothers: one is heroic and majestic, with the appearance of a god; the other is incomparably beautiful, with a noble and divine demeanor.

The Space Marines stared wide-eyed, holding their breath. The Extraordinary Warriors were like mortals at this moment, their hearts pounding wildly.

What an honor and privilege it is to witness the duel between two Primarchs.

Doom's face was serious. He held his sword with both hands, the blade held upright in front of him, covering half of his face. He lowered the sword and drew a semicircle in front of him.

Zi La La ~
The sword struck the stone, sparks flew, and Nur's dueling ceremony was completed, full of sharp symbolic meaning.

With his left hand on his abdomen and his right hand holding a longsword, Fugrim bowed to Doom.

"Please!" the two Primarchs roared simultaneously, grabbing their weapons and charging at each other!

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