Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 231
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Doom shook his head at the somewhat absurd reason, but then suddenly realized that what Ruth said might be true.

When food is plentiful, canines will hide the excess food to ensure they survive the winter.

As the original genetic material, Ruth had canine genes embedded in her body, and it is highly likely that she acquired these habits.

Doom didn't want to delve into the specifics of why he did this, since while there seemed to be a lot of weapons, it was actually difficult to arm them all.

Doom then considered another possibility. He looked at Ruth with suspicion and asked, "Do you want to become a middleman?"

The only explanation for purchasing such a large quantity of weapons at once is to resell them for profit.

Although Space Marines' weapons are designed to be durable and can last for tens of thousands of years.

But as the human empire rises again and the Nur Stars rebuild their technology, technology will always move forward.

Weapons that seem powerful now may become obsolete or even obsolete at some point in the future.

Aside from reselling, Doom's extraordinary mind raced, yet he couldn't think of any other reason to support his brother's actions.

Perhaps seeing the huge profits from Nur wine, Russ wanted to make some private wealth by reselling arms and accumulating some assets for Space Wolves.

The more Doom thought about it, the more likely this was the truth.

Because the two of them have been frequently discussing the future of humanity lately.

Doom clearly stated that the future of the human race does not belong to superhuman warriors, but to ordinary people.

Ruth initially found it hard to believe, and the two engaged in a heated debate, but Ruth was rendered speechless by Doom's explanation based on the realities of the Empire.

The brother told him his plans without any reservations.

After his successful retirement, Nur will be handed over to ordinary people again, to be taken over by the Novik family once more.

Ruth expressed concern – what will become of the vast number of Space Marines when the Emperor and Primarch disappear?
They are Astartes, the force that conquers the galaxy; how could they willingly lay down their arms and return to their fields?

Doom remained noncommittal about his brother's concerns, and he also didn't know how the Emperor would ultimately deal with the Space Marines.

The war will eventually end, but not after conquering the galaxy, but after the destruction of the Four Gods.

When the four gods perish, what will become of the Space Marines?

He didn't realize that it was too early to talk about these things.

“How could I be that kind of person?” Ruth stared wide-eyed at Doom in disbelief, patting his bare chest and swearing, “I would never do such a thing.”

“I despise those profit-driven businessmen, and to do the same as them would bring shame upon the legion.”

Ruth swore an oath to his brother, but in his heart he had a different thought.

He will carefully preserve the weapons he purchases; they will never be sold. This is a safeguard for Space Wolf.

Although he disagreed verbally, he secretly agreed with Doom's statement that the Space Marines would eventually be phased out.

The Emperor would be happy if the Space Marines were allowed to die of old age, and the Space Wolf would accept his arrangement.

Mutual annihilation is impossible; the Emperor wouldn't be foolish enough to allow legions to attack each other.

The most likely scenario is that they will be dispatched, sending the Space Marines to the void beyond the river, where they will gradually perish in deep space.

At that time, these sealed weapons will be his gifts to his descendants as they embark on their journey.

Primarchs are extraordinary beings who, when they believe something is bound to happen, will take preventative measures based on the current situation.

Doom did it; he had already informed Flano of his predictions and plans.

Based on his brother's account and his own calculations, Ruth began to prepare for the future.

"Then let's leave it at that." Doom stopped guessing and asking questions, waved his hand and said to the empty space in the hall, "Sophia, calculate the exchange supplies and give the Great Wolf a list."

Ruth's face lit up with joy; his brother's statement meant the deal was done.

A list quickly appeared before him, and after careful review, Ruth smiled with satisfaction.

The supplies listed were very close to what he had expected, and Space Wolf was willing to pay the price.

“Production can begin now.” Ruth looked relaxed, resting his head on his arms and leaning back in his chair. His wild expression softened, and he smiled contentedly.

His teeth had grown back, and they gleamed coldly when he grinned.

In just a few hours, all the work at Nur Star was completed, and now it was time to relax.

Doom smiled when he saw Russ's relaxed demeanor. Nur made his brother feel at ease, and a sense of pride welled up inside him.

Terra is the homeworld of humanity, and currently, apart from Horus, all the other Primarchs are filled with fear when they speak of it.

With the Primarch back on Terra, Macardo was overjoyed; he could finally rest. "Do you know how to play chess?" Doom pressed a button on the table, and a smooth surface opened, revealing a physical chessboard with intricate crosshatch patterns.

"The rules." Ruth sat up straight and, without wasting any words, asked about the rules.

A holographic projection pops up on the table, showing the original the rules of the chessboard.

Russ's retina flashed with images, and he immediately recognized the rules of "Go" originating from Gutella.

After a brief introduction, the two began to compete on the chessboard, testing their strategic abilities.

Both sides had their wins and losses, and exchanged chess skills while waiting.

Doom smiled, enjoying the relaxed exchange of chess skills.

In Nur, no one could defeat him; the Primarch's computational power surpassed everyone else's.

Ruth's arrival delighted him, giving him a sense of satisfaction from meeting a worthy opponent.

Patapapap~
The sound of pieces being placed inside the royal palace was exceptionally clear. The two Primarchs played chess at an extremely fast pace, and the sound of pieces being placed never stopped.

Not long after, two figures appeared at the entrance of the main hall, accompanied by the night guards.

The people of Doom and others finally arrived.

"Homage to the Primarch, Om Messiah be with you."

"Homage to the Great Primarch, may the stars be with you."

A mechanical voice and a sentimental female voice rang out simultaneously, paying tribute to the two Primarchs playing chess.

The sage of the Mechanic Church, notified by Sophia, and the traveling merchant she had chosen, arrived at the royal palace.

The mechanical sage performed the gear salute, while the traveling merchant knelt on one knee, performing the warrior's salute.

Doom didn't even glance at them, focusing intently on the chessboard before him. His authoritative voice rang out: "Get up."

As for Rus, he wouldn't care who came, knowing full well that Nur's internal affairs were beyond his control.

"Sage." As Doom placed his piece, his voice was slow and deliberate as he softly called out to the Sage of the Mechanicus.

"Please give your orders." The sage of the Mechanic Church bowed slightly, his hand resting on the "Forging Axe," a symbol of his status, his posture somewhat humble.

Beneath the red robe and hood, the mechanical parts within the sage's body trembled slightly as his intracranial chip calculated the purpose of the Lord of the Stars' summons.

The immense pressure overloaded his emotional system, and cold sweat poured down his expressionless face.

The Sage wouldn't be so nervous when facing other Primarchs, but the one before him was different.

Doom Norwick, who controls the Star Empire, wields power equal to that of the Mars Forging General and the Terran Emperor.

"I'd like to build a space station in the solar system to sell Nur's goods. What do you think?"

Without any unnecessary words, Doom chose to get straight to the point and speak frankly.

The mechanical sage froze, as if he heard the mechanical heart making a clicking sound.

A surge of bio-current rose up the spine, reaching the cerebral cortex, and the fear that had been eliminated by the mechanical organs reappeared in the sage's emotional management.

This powerful Primarch is clearly aware of the current situation in the Gateway Galaxy and is expressing its dissatisfaction with Mars' behavior in a tough stance.

“I hope you will think carefully…” The mechanical sage’s voice trembled, his vocal cords hissing as he considered his words.

"What are you pondering?" Doom's voice remained calm as he abruptly interrupted the mechanical sage: "I think what Mars did was also carefully considered."

"Since the forging generals or mechanical sages of Mars have given this matter much thought for me, I feel there is no problem."

"Nur Stars will establish a large trading space station near the Martian region to sell large machines such as Titans."

“I think…” Doom’s hand holding the chess piece hovered in the air, his head tilted slightly, his sharp eyes sweeping over the mechanical sage: “The Empire would be happy to buy our creations.”

"That's great!" A delighted growl rang out as Ruth sat cross-legged in his chair, clapping his hands repeatedly. "I think the Space Wolves should have their own Titan Legion!"

White smoke billowed from the collar of the mechanical sage's red robe, its internal heat sink malfunctioned, and its logical thinking became chaotic.

Calculations showed that Doom was telling the truth and that he intended to do so.

“We’ll withdraw from the trading platform immediately,” the mechanical sage responded instantly, his mechanical appendages trembling cautiously.

Having held a high position for a long time, he knew he had to make compromises.

If the Nur Stars intervene in the Titans and other machines, the impact on the interests of the Mechanicus will be terrifying.

He cursed Mars in his mind with binary code, wondering why it made such an irrational decision.

(I got back late, so there's one more chapter. Guys, this is really tiring.)
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