Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 24 Prove yourself
Doom looked in the direction of the sound and saw a warrior wearing dark green power armor and a pure black cloak with gold trim walking from the edge of the arena. He was burly and powerful, nearly three meters tall, and incredibly imposing.

Walking alongside him was Queen Daisy. She wore a long court dress, her hands folded in front of her abdomen, dignified and elegant, looking at Doom with a meaningful smile on her face.

Doom recognized the tall warrior immediately.

The most authoritative person on this planet, the bravest warrior, the wisest king—also his father, Norwick!
At this moment, the Night Guard knelt, and the scholars bowed their heads to welcome their king.

Doom, however, was somewhat reserved, his body stiff with tension.

He had imagined the scene of meeting his father: on the triumphal road, he would open his arms to welcome his father's victorious return.

The situation was very bad. He was like a naughty child caught doing something wrong, so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Answer me, Doom!"

King Norwick strode over, waved for everyone to rise, looked down at his son who was shorter than his own legs, and asked, "If I give you a chance, can you prove yourself?"

Doom looked up at his father, whose expressionless face was full of majesty, and whose tall figure was incredibly imposing; no one dared to lie in front of him.

"I will prove that what I said is neither exaggerated nor false."

The boy's confidence outweighed his nervousness. He was relaxed and spoke in a clear voice, raising his chin proudly to his father: "Your son disdains false boasting!"

"With just one punch and one kick?"

"With just one punch and one kick!"

“Very good!” Norwick nodded in satisfaction, his gaze shifting from Doom to the Night Guards and the caged beasts, before letting out a low growl: “Clear the area! Let’s see just how capable this chosen one is!”

"As ordered!"

The Night Guards acted swiftly, clearing the area. The cages were dragged away, and the audience took their seats, ready to witness an unprecedented duel.

"Be prepared, the orcs will not stop, it's either victory or death for you."

"Duel rules: a fight to the death!" King Norwick reminded him before turning and heading to the audience seats.

A death match! This hasn't happened in nearly a thousand years within the Night Guard.

A deathmatch is a bloodbath with no limits; both fighters give their all and use every means to kill each other.

“Doom.” Harlan’s expression was complicated. He was a thoughtful man and felt that he bore some responsibility for how things had turned out this way.

He felt uneasy about sending a child into the dueling arena, and kindly reminded him, "Be careful!"

I will prove you wrong with my abilities!

Doom pulled his silk robe down to his waist and tied it, revealing his lean upper body and well-defined muscles: "You'll have to apologize to me then because of your contempt."

Seeing his serious expression, Harlan smiled nonchalantly: "Okay, if you win, I'll apologize to you."

He stood ramrod straight, his smile vanished, and said sincerely, "I will apologize for my disrespect."

"How about adding a little prize?" King Norwick's voice rang out. He was sitting on the edge of the arena and had overheard the conversation between the two.

"What's the prize?" the two asked in unison.

King Norwick said to Harlan, "If Doom survives, you will serve as his personal bodyguard."

"If he fails and dies, your private swordsmanship can be treasured by the royal family as a reward for your participation."

“I agree!” Harlan agreed without hesitation. Such a prize was a great reward, and he would not lose out no matter what.

Within the main domain, there are countless individuals with exceptional swordsmanship, but only a very few truly masterful swordsmanship techniques are collected by the royal family and passed down as a reference for the royal family's inherited swordsmanship.

Harlan had submitted an application to the royal family, but it was rejected by the great swordsman Xilan. His swordsmanship was too barbaric and aggressive, making it difficult to resonate with the royal family's righteous and magnanimous swordsmanship.

This unexpected opportunity was like a windfall for Harlan.

"I agree!"

Doom agreed without hesitation. Although defeating the orcs was no easy task, it would be a great honor to have the champion swordsman as his bodyguard.

In this way, neither side felt they had lost out.

Harlan walked to the iron cage, where the imprisoned orcs craned their necks, their earlier comical demeanor gone, and they were all full of energy.

That's just how green-skinned orcs are; they don't care about anything else, their minds are only on fighting.

Pick me! I'm the best fighter!

"Big guy, are you blind? Pick me!" The beastmen roared, leaning on the iron railings, and opened their mouths wide to show off their big teeth, proving that they were very powerful.

"I'll choose this one!"

Just as Harlan was hesitating about whether to choose an ordinary green-skinned kid, Doom walked up to the cage, pointed to the largest special forces kid, and said, "It's the strongest. Defeating it will make my victory more valuable!"

"you sure?"

Harlan's thick eyebrows furrowed, and the scars on his handsome face were pulled apart, making them look particularly ugly, but there was a hint of advice in his eyes, indicating that Doom should act according to his ability.

"Sure!"

The clear voice was resolute and brooked no doubt; its youthful yet authoritative tone momentarily stunned Harlan.

"Big guy! Open the cage! I can't wait!"

The special forces cadet draped in animal skins inside the cage gritted his teeth, shaking the iron bars with his large hands, his bloodshot eyes revealing a ferocious intent as he stared intently at Doom.

“You wretched human brat! I’ll tear your limbs off, rip you apart! I’ll chew your bones to pieces, leaving only that smacking little mouth of yours, and see how hard it is.”

“Beast.” Harlan opened the iron cage, releasing the eager orcs, and issued a stern warning: “This is the Warrior’s Arena. You should feel honored.”

"Don't make any unnecessary movements before I call 'start.' You know how powerful we are."

The special forces kid knew how formidable the Night Guardian was. Grinning maliciously, it walked towards its designated spot in the arena, muttering as it went, "In human territory, respect the way humans fight!"

"Aren't you worried at all?" Queen Daisy asked, trying to keep her voice down so that Doom wouldn't hear.

She knew her son's abilities very well: his keen senses, exceptional athleticism, and considerable strength. He would not be in danger dealing with an orc.

"do not worry."

Where does your confidence come from?

Norwick recalled the moment three months earlier, during the siege of the city, when he picked up Doom, and the goosebumps he felt: "The first time I held him in my arms."

In the center of the arena, fighters of vastly different sizes face each other, awaiting the signal to begin.

The special forces soldier was very tall, standing at 2.3 meters, but he was quite stocky. His skin was grass-green, his face was ferocious, and his muscles were bulging with veins.

Doom wore a long robe around his waist, his muscular upper body was bare, and the most conspicuous thing was the rune mark on his chest.

The two were ten meters apart, and he could even feel the orc's rage and see his excessively excited snorting.

"Once the helmets hit the ground, you can fight each other at will."

After Harlan finished speaking, he took a deep look at Doom and then tossed his helmet into the air.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and dared not make any unnecessary noise that might affect the judgment of the two duelists.

Even the orcs who had been roaring and screaming incessantly inside the cage fell silent, their blood-red eyes wide with excitement as they waited for the special forces kid to tear the human boy apart.

Harlan was equally nervous. His tiger-like eyes were fixed on the center of the arena, considering whether he should go to save the child if the situation turned dire.

"Oh!"

The crisp sound of helmets hitting the ground echoed in the arena, in the ears of the spectators, and in the ears of the duelists.

"Ooh ho ho~" The special forces kid grinned maliciously, his lower limbs moving rapidly as he charged towards Doom.

He charged toward the motionless, seemingly terrified, arrogant human boy, his mind already set on how to tear him to pieces!
The orc moved very quickly, and his short-range burst speed was quite astonishing. In just 0.56 seconds, he was less than two meters away from Doom.

Doom remained motionless, seemingly terrified.

The Night Guardians were also in a panic! Their genetic lineage, inherited from the Golden Age, made them react with frightening speed.

The orcs' movements appeared to them as if in slow motion, but they were slowly closing in on Doom!

Harlan squinted, preparing to throw his spear to rescue him, but suddenly felt a sharp gaze directed at him.

He dared not make any further moves; King Norwick would not allow anyone to break the rules of the dueling arena.

Doom remained standing, showing no fear and appearing calm and composed.

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