Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 248 Genetic Slavery?

Guilliman's lips twitched as the sharp, serrated teeth of his savage weapon whirled around, radiating a terrifying killing intent and shredding everything in its path.

He kept dodging and weaving, his movements as fast as a ghost, unwilling to get entangled with the boarding soldiers.

It wasn't out of fear of the ferocious soldiers of the Human Empire; Guilliman knew very well that killing could not fundamentally resolve this conflict.

Although those soldiers were powerful, he was confident that he could kill the eighteen soldiers who came out of the three boarding boats within three seconds based on his own strength.

Even if I am empty-handed now.

Most importantly, the faint connection between himself and the warriors of the human empire made him abandon his attack plan.

Guilliman was unwilling to attack, but the soldiers of the Thirteenth Army did not share his sentiment; they were determined to eliminate the immediate threat.

The legionary warriors rushed out of the thick smoke and saw a gigantic blue giant fifty meters away.

"Brothers! Stay calm and resist the mental corruption of the Randan slaves!"

The team member who had boarded the ship shouted a warning to calm his comrades and prevent them from being shaken.

Seeing is believing, and the legionary warriors finally understood why the Empire and Nur were so determined to destroy Randan.

The genetically engineered slave in front of them, clad in blue power armor, emanated a strange aura, using an eerie sense of familiarity to deceive the Space Marine's senses.

The mere sight of them was enough to shake the hearts of the Space Marines, let alone how ordinary people could withstand such a mental shock.

If they hadn't known about the contamination of Ran Dan beforehand, they might have mistaken the person in front of them for a prototype or the father of genes.

After all, judging from his height and physical functions, he was very similar to the emperor's offspring, and his disguise was extremely clever.

We must strike hard!

Four Space Marines formed an attack formation and charged forward, armed with explosive pistols and power weapons.

The fighting comrades in the rear kept firing, compressing the giant's hiding space, launching a fierce attack from two directions.

To eliminate this huge danger, use ranged bullets to block movement and rush in for melee combat to further restrict the area of ​​activity.

Legion warriors charged at incredible speed, their power armor stomping on the steel floor, their charging form resembling that of heavy tanks.

"Good soldiers!" Guilliman exclaimed in admiration. He saw in these soldiers a fearless courage to attack anyone.

Within seconds, four Space Marines rushed in front of him, brandishing their weapons and launching a fierce attack.

Behind them, their brothers continued firing and closing in, intending to gang up on the abnormal genetically modified slave laborers.

Inner thigh artery, lumbar muscles, hip, knee joint.

Guilliman immediately identified the soldier's target area through analysis and reacted with lightning speed.

He grabbed the attacker's power armor backpack with his backhand and swung him up with astonishing force, slamming him into the encircling warriors.

The Legion warriors only saw a blur before their eyes as the enemy moved with unbelievable speed. A huge hand gripped the power armor backpack, and an unstoppable force surged forth.

By the time he realized what was happening, his body was completely out of control, spinning uncontrollably in the air.

bang~
A squeezing sensation came from inside the armor, the leg armor shattered, and the sound of impact traveled along the terracotta. As the world spun around him, he knew he had bumped into something.

In the squad information projection, the legion warriors could clearly see that one member of the melee squad had lost contact.

The armor monitor showed the combat brother's status; he was not dead, but had been knocked unconscious by his own kick to the head.

Before he could even catch his breath, the power armor flashed an overload warning, and he lost consciousness as well, his vision went black and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

Guilliman grabbed two warrior power backpacks, one in each hand, slammed them together, and threw them away.

The last assault soldier saw the enlarging foot before his eyes, and unable to react, he was kicked unconscious.

In less than a second, the four attackers were taken down.

The Primarch and the Space Marines are not comparable in strength; it is a one-sided crushing defeat.

Guilliman looked back and saw that the remaining boarding soldiers did not hesitate and continued to surround him, as if their comrade was not worth their concern.

He shook his head helplessly, abandoned his defensive stance, and took the initiative to attack, intending to finish them off in one fell swoop.

However, Guilliman underestimated the Space Marines' resolve!
Instead of rushing to attack, the fourteen soldiers surrounded him, harassing him with long-range weapons and striking his vitals with melee weapons.

Guilliman was once again amazed by the high level of coordination and tactical adjustments of these soldiers, who found the best approach in the blink of an eye.

He lowered his body, skillfully dodged bullets, and calculated every possible attack route.

Guilliman's exceptional perception gives him an all-around vigilance circle, allowing him to clearly sense even the slightest movements, even when he can't see behind him.

The large hand encased in protective armor grabbed a soldier's arm, twisted it gently, and broke it off along with the power armor.

Guilliman launched an attack from within the encirclement, snatched the power axe from the warrior's hand, and began to fight back in all directions.

“I have no intention of being your enemy!” he warned, adding regretfully, “This battle should not have happened.” He was met with silence, the waving of swords, and the roar of bullets.

With a helpless sigh, Guilliman realized that his words and warnings could not sway the determined warrior.

His steps were powerful yet light, and he swung his fist in one hand and his axe in the other, repelling the warriors who surrounded him.

With a single punch, the terracotta armor shattered, and the Space Marine was sent flying backward, lying unconscious on the ground.

With a physics-defying spin, he opened his power armor backpack and took down three soldiers.

The axe handle swung back, shattering the helmet and revealing a face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

With a low, spinning sweeping leg kick, the surrounding soldiers had no time to resist and were all swept into the air.

Before they even landed, Guilliman used his agile body to flash around to the back and destroy all the powered backpacks.

When the Space Marines landed, they all collapsed to the ground, struggling but unable to get up.

In just three seconds, the siege was shattered, and the Space Marines fell to the ground, incapacitated, without even touching the enemy.

"Who exactly are you? Why would someone like you submit to Ran Dan?"

The legionary warriors, their bodies incredibly tough, lifted the heavy power armor and questioned the blue giant with grief and indignation.

“I don’t know Ran Dan!” Guilliman’s voice remained low, suppressing his anger and carrying a sense of helplessness at being misunderstood.

Ran Dan! Ran Dan! Ran Dan!

Guilliman remembered Randan, this alien race, who had caused him so much suffering and injustice.

The boarding party members shouted, "Whether you are Ran Dan or not, you have committed a serious crime by attacking the Empire and Nur."

"You think you're strong? The King of Warriors is coming soon, and he'll skin you alive!"

"Shut up!" Guilliman hissed sharply. "Don't you understand? If I wanted to kill you, why would I go through all the trouble of subduing you and listening to your insults?"

"I am committed to ending the conflict, not adding fuel to the fire."

The legionary soldiers listened in silence; they could not ignore the facts before them.

As the Blue Giant said, with his strength, killing eighteen assault soldiers would be a piece of cake.

The soldier stubbornly insisted, "You just want to use us to achieve your nefarious secrets."

Guilliman helplessly covered his head with his gauntlet, then suddenly felt like laughing, amused by the sight of the fallen warrior.

Suddenly, his senses began to warn him, and a new sense of crisis arose.

Looking up, a second group of boarding boats appeared, rushing towards the helipad.

“I meant no harm,” Guilliman emphasized again, dropping the power axe on the ground with a clanging sound, before turning and running toward the shuttle.

The conflict is escalating and must be resolved.

An even greater crisis is looming; that "King of Warriors" is clearly no ordinary man.

The soldiers of the Thirteenth Legion rushed out of the smoke and saw the figure in blue armor enter the shuttle, letting out an extremely unwilling and angry roar.

The shuttle, which had been waiting, immediately set off and flew towards the sunken ship to reach the initial point of the incident.

"Block the space zone with ships, don't let him escape!" The boarding team was furious and uploaded the shuttle images to the ships for the fleet to scan.

He rushed to his comrades in battle to check on the casualties of the boarding team.

"Could we really be wrong?" The soldier looked up, his eyes thoughtful, and asked the reinforcements.

“I think you’ve been fooled by the alien minions.” The combat brother shook his head, mocking his brother’s weakness.

He didn't answer, letting his brother help him up. He recalled the blue giant's figure and words, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.

Guilliman arrived at the shipwreck in the shuttle, finally feeling a little relieved.

The next moment, his slightly relieved heart was once again filled with anxiety.

In the radiance of the subspace, a colossal warship arrived in the real universe. It was enormous, noble, and exuded an aura of dominance that looked down upon everything.

"King of Warriors," Guilliman whispered, knowing that the high-ranking officials of the Human Empire or Nur had arrived.

A person with such a title must be known for his martial prowess, which in some ways symbolizes irritability.

I wonder if the volatile King of Warriors will listen to my explanation.

(I've slapped the father of genetics, have you? I've made him so angry, have you?)

(End of this chapter)