Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 226 She is truly beautiful
When Ruth heard his brother's question, he turned his gaze and quickly noticed the message.

"Hmph~" He swallowed hard, unable to hold back his laughter, and finally burst out laughing.

The red-robed monsters of the Cult of Mechanics are here to seek revenge after suffering losses in the Stellaris Protocol.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't really revenge; it was more like they were trying to make things unpleasant for Doom.

Sofia casually gestured, and the data image on the porthole changed: "They abide by the laws of Nur, and their actions of selling goods inside the space station are legal and compliant."

“Based on your Portal Law, I cannot expel them.”

As Doom listened, he quickly browsed through the Mechanicus materials, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "How interesting."

The Mechanicus space station offers a variety of weapons and industrial machinery at very low prices.

According to Sophia's calculations, the equipment they sold could hardly cover costs, a typical case of "losing money to gain publicity," and they came to the portal galaxy to cause trouble.

Doom shook his head with a sneer. The red-robed members of the Mechanic Church were not memorizing binary code, but instead were studying the laws of Nur.

They pledged that their actions would not violate any laws and that they would avoid being deported.

"Summon the representatives of the Mechanicus to see me." Doom's words were light and casual, but the command was clear.

The Primarch's orders were something the Mechanicus representatives could not refuse.

Although Mars's actions did not violate the law, they displeased Doom, who felt he had to punish him.

After a moment's thought, Doom said to Sophia, "Choose another upright and virtuous merchant to come and see me."

"Understood." Sophia lifted her skirt and disappeared from sight as she went to make arrangements.

"This place is truly prosperous." After his brother finished making arrangements, Ruth exclaimed again, "I'm talking about a different kind of prosperity..."

"I can even feel the passion and joy of hope for life emanating from the ships coming and going."

Leman Ruth, the great wolf and master of the space wolves, stroked the porthole with his large hand and uttered a deep sigh.

He had never seen anywhere else such a vibrant and upward-growing expression of human hope and confidence.

This place is still the gateway galaxy of the Nuer Cluster, not yet the true core region.

Doom solemnly replied to his brother: "Thanks to unity, humans and machines are truly united."

“We have never treated them as slaves, but have given them equal respect. Machines with souls will not betray this respect.”

Ruth shook his head upon hearing this. He understood the respect shown, but he could not deny the emperor's authority.

The current state of humanity is largely due to the chain reaction triggered by the mechanical rebellion.

He knew little about the rebellion.

Whether it was machines that could no longer bear human oppression and rose up for freedom, or a one-sided and despicable rebellion, is now impossible to verify.

But as a member of the empire, he had to obey the emperor's arrangements.

The prohibition of artificial intelligence is an ironclad rule that must be followed throughout the empire, a decree personally issued by the Emperor himself.

As the Primarch, one of the Emperor's twenty-one sons, Ruth was to support the Emperor.

If the Primarch leads the opposition, what will become of the Emperor's authority?

Perhaps sensing Ruth's inner thoughts, Doom sighed softly and patted his brother's shoulder lightly.

He understood and respected the emperor. He approached that man with the same mindset.

As living human history, the choices made by emperors, which at first glance seem barbaric and brutal, actually have deeper meanings.

"Hold on tight," Doom reassured Ruth, "We're about to enter the warp again."

The First Fleet was traveling at high speed and soon arrived at another stargate, heading towards the real Nur Cluster.

Ruth immediately went to the observation deck by the porthole and sat down to have tea with her brother.

“I have to take Freddy and Gerry with me.” He slapped his forehead, not forgetting his close wolf brothers.

He then opened the holographic communication and ordered the Primal Guard to send two giant wolves to his brother's homeworld.

“I haven’t seen them in a long time either.” Doom raised an eyebrow, also missing the well-behaved Fred and Gerry.

Ruth waved his hand impatiently, as if disturbed by the wolf brothers, but the smile in his eyes was hard to hide: "They also want to see you."

Soon, the two giant wolves boarded the shuttle and arrived at the Royal Majesty from the Herafunkel.

The ship entered the warp, the bridging gate opened, and two giant wolves rushed in, charging toward the Primarch.

"Mmm~" Doom caught the giant wolf that jumped into his arms, a happy smile on his face, and stroked the huge wolf's head.

Freddie gaped wide, panting heavily, his tongue lolling out, drool dripping down his face. Seeing his best spot taken, Gerry paced around the chair, then frantically nudged Doom's legs.

"Good boy." Doom stroked the wolf's head with one hand and scratched its chin with the other, making Freddy close its eyes comfortably and wag its tail in great enjoyment.

"Waaaaah~" Gerry let out a pitiful whimper, indicating that he shouldn't forget about her.

“And you…and you…” Doom quickly stroked its head, feeling the unique texture of the wolf fur’s roughness and stiffness.

Ruth covered his eyes, not wanting to watch the wolf brothers frolicking around, their tails wagging in a manner that resembled the ancient Terran creatures—dogs!

He sometimes didn't understand why the wolf brothers had such a strong liking for Doom.

The journey was short. Amidst the playful antics of the two men and two wolves, the Royal Majesty, carrying the Herafnkel, returned to the Land of Light—Nur.

"Ugh!" Russ's eyes widened as he looked out the window, and he let out a low growl of shock.

As the spaceship approached Nur, the scenery in his eyes changed, as if he had entered another universe.

As the administrative center of the Nur constellation, Nur sees a constant flow of ships, with spaceship engines resembling a profusion of stars.

Unlike the empire's imposing presence, the Nur spaceship, inherited from the Dark Ages of technology, possesses a unique aesthetic.

The white spaceship shimmered and moved swiftly, disappearing without a trace.

Two rings emit a soft glow, encircling a beautiful star, the two in perfect harmony, showcasing the beauty of technology and nature coexisting.

Looking closer, Planet Nuer shone brightly, the light refracted by the Gem Mountain range painting the atmosphere with layers of magnificent colors.

“She is truly beautiful.” Ruth finally understood the words Harlan Ogrivi said to Makado that would be recorded in the annals of the empire: “Terra is not as beautiful as Nur.”

"Brother. I have seen countless worlds, but your home is the most beautiful."

Doom puffed out his chest and nodded approvingly, accepting his brother's praise.

He is proud of his beautiful hometown, and the praise from his blood brothers makes him even happier.

“Fenris also has a unique beauty.” Out of politeness, he used the same praise to commend his brother’s hometown.

"What kind of aesthetic? A pile of ice and a cold wind?" Ruth waved his hand, knowing what kind of person Fenris was.

Even so, his tone betrayed a hint of joy.

No one will dislike their birthplace, and neither will any genetic originator.

Fenris is a world of death, but she made Fenris resilient, and Ruth is proud of her.

"I need to prepare myself so as not to be impolite." With the ship about to dock at Star Ring, Ruth bid farewell to Doom and went to prepare for the visiting ceremony.

Ruth took his brother's hometown very seriously and made thorough preparations for the visit.

Doom didn't want it to be too grand, but Ruth insisted.

Despite his seemingly unruly nature, Rus respects the Nur culture, including the warrior culture and court etiquette that originated within it.

The Royal Majesty docked at the Ring of Nur. Her battle wounds were striking, and many people sent messages of condolence, which Doom responded to one by one.

After finishing everything, while the ship platform awaited Russ, the image of his brother caught his eye.

Her golden hair was tied in a high ponytail, neatly combed and bright; small braids were tied at her temples, with ornaments hanging from the ends.

Ruth felt that the winter-colored snow-covered robe he had worn at the banquet suited him well, so he went to put it on.

She wore a wolf fang necklace around her neck, the wolf fangs unfolding like a crescent moon, the largest in the middle and the smallest on both sides.

With Doom's keen eyesight, he could naturally see the tiny Fenris script carved on the wolf's fang, revealing its extraordinary significance.

The wolf fang necklace, paired with the precious hunting ornaments at Ruth's waist, items taken from various ferocious prey, creates a wild and untamed look.

Ruth stood there, his long robes exuding nobility, his accessories revealing his wildness; the two contrasting elements blended together, highlighting his contradictory nature.

Beneath his wildness lies civilization, just as his outward appearance is savage and unruly, yet his heart is as delicate as silk.

The Primarch Guard behind him had their armor gleaming, adorned with precious furs.

The men of Fenris removed their power armor helmets and tied them around their waists, revealing their wild and rugged faces.

With their thick, reddish-brown hair and equally thick beards, they looked like legendary warriors straight out of Viking mythology.

"Brother, take me to visit the world that raised you."

"I can't ask for it."

(End of this chapter)