Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 25 Blood Sacrifice to What God?
The moment the helmet fell off, Doom focused his mind, and the world he saw was different from that of ordinary people—time slowed down dramatically, and he felt as if he were immersed in a viscous liquid.

The special forces soldier's wide-open mouth, his raised fist, the muscles twitching, his heart racing with extreme excitement, and the blood surging rapidly in his veins.

Everything, every single detail, fell into Doom's perception.

The way the roaring orc twisted its back and what its next move would be were all predicted.

Even as the orc took its first step, Doom already knew how it would attack him.

The description of "in an instant" is too vague. To be precise, within a nanosecond, Doom's thoughts had already processed hundreds of times.

In the instant that light can only travel 30 centimeters, Doom's mind has already deduced hundreds of ways to kill.

However, he still chose to kill the Greenskin with "one punch and one kick" in the agreed-upon way, fulfilling the promise between father and son.

The orc's roar gradually rose, stretching infinitely in Doom's ears. It raised its fist, ready to smash it down!
Doom even saw the orcs in the cages' eyes shift from elation to fanaticism, as if they wanted to see blood gush out and were preparing to cheer for victory.

End the orcs with a single punch and kick!
With a serious expression, he precisely calculated the attack range. The orc was twice his height, and the advantage in attack range brought by his arm span could not be ignored.

No matter how fast your mind is, your body still has its limits. Doom was aware of his body's reaction speed and knew where the limits of his movements lay.

My body is still developing, and although I can move faster than an orc, I can't be much faster.

As the two sides approached their maximum distance, Doom gave the ecstatic orc a cold smile, then crouched down in the moment of the orc's astonishment.

Sweep kick!
Doom quickly squatted down, using his right leg as a fulcrum, and forcefully swept his left leg out horizontally!

Compared to their well-developed and powerful upper limbs, orcs have short and relatively vulnerable lower limbs. Doom recognized this weakness and launched a fierce counterattack!
"Kid! Die!" the special forces soldier roared as he slammed his fist down with tremendous force, shattering bones and breaking tendons.

"Crack!"

Its roar was answered by the clashing of tibias against tibias, the cracking sound of bones breaking.

"Whoosh!" The Night Guards all stood up, clearly witnessing the astonishing counterattack.

Doom prevailed in the head-on clash, sweeping his left leg and breaking the orc's shinbone, throwing him off balance.

In the next instant, the boy's agile body spun with the sweeping leg kick, then he clenched his left fist to accumulate rotational kinetic energy.

"Die to me!!!"

The clear roar was filled with rage; Doom's roar was like that of a young tiger, awe-inspiring!

The special forces soldier's leg pain hadn't yet reached his brain, and his pain nerves hadn't reacted. He didn't even realize that his leg had been broken by a kick.

Once it realized it had lost its balance, a small but tightly clenched, equally deadly iron fist struck it squarely in the face!
Then everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

A single punch caused the orc's cheek to cave in, and the iron fist, still powerful, continued its advance, blasting out from the back of the special forces kid's head.

Brains exploded, blood gushed out! Doom finished off this savage beast with a single iron fist.

A kick and a punch! A punch and a kick!
Doom stood firm, while the orc who had been so confident of victory just a moment ago had his head smashed through by a punch, his mangled body hanging from Doom's arm, his limbs convulsing.

"cool!!!!"

The orc screamed in a frenzy, flailed wildly in the cage, covered his head with his hands, and let out an incredible cheer.

They didn't care who lived, they only cheered for the victors. Doom put on a spectacular fight for them, making the orcs' blood boil.

"Wonderful!"

The Night Guardians applauded; a fierce battle between vastly different sizes had ended in victory for the side that was significantly smaller.

Doom proved his words true, ending the fight in less than a second.

Their moves are sharp and decisive, capable of defeating the enemy in one strike. They possess a clear understanding of friend and foe and execute near-perfect actions.

The orcs screamed, and the Night Guards cheered.

But at this moment, Doom could neither hear nor see anything. The scene before him was still the arena, but everything was still, and time was not passing.

In the instant the orc's life was extinguished and his scalding blood flowed out, in that fleeting moment, the world stood still…

The reality was like a curtain being drawn, gradually becoming as illusory and ethereal as a reflection in a mirror.

Looking at the arm again, the corpse of the dead orc had vanished without a trace, and there was no indication that it had ever existed.

As darkness fell, Doom lost all external senses—a situation that had never occurred before.

He was like a blind and deaf man, unable to sense anything in the darkness where there was no distance, and not even knowing whether his eyes were open or closed at that moment.

Accompanied by a strong stench of blood, Doom suddenly "opened his eyes" and was shocked by the strange sight he saw.

On the boundless wasteland, the sky burns eternally, the ground is barren and devoid of grass, the undulating hills and wastelands are all jagged, blood-red rocks, and the streams that meander from afar carry scalding lava and sulfur.

Doom looked down again and saw a pile of white skulls at his feet. Some were human, some were orc; some he had seen before, some he hadn't, layer upon layer, forming a hill of skulls.

Unseen by Doom, in the warp behind the veil of reality, the wills of the four gods converge at the boundary of realms. In the crack between reality and illusion, a fragile, crimson world floats in the claws of Khorne, teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to shatter at any moment.

Naruto quickly exhaled a breath of stale air, granting the broken world immortal life to maintain the stability of the illusory world.

Khorne carefully protected the world in his palm, and the evil god actually felt a little nervous: "The purity of the first killing is wonderful. When the blood flows and violence and struggle echo, I paid a great price to make his soul leave the real universe and come to the gap between reality and the highest heaven."

“After his soul became human, it continued to exist and protect itself, and our words of wisdom could not reach his ears.”

"We only have one chance, so we must hurry. His nature is resisting the power of the Supreme Heaven, and it won't be long before he returns to the real universe."

Doom stood atop Skull Hill, gazing into the distance. All he could see was a blood-red wasteland, yet a sudden burning sensation surged through his chest.

Looking down, the innate red mark was emitting a faint glow, as if something had activated it.

Doom knew nothing of the origin, meaning, or function of the mark on his chest. He had no idea what it was responding to.

"Doom~"

Just then, a voice called out from behind.

The sound was layered and ethereal, like an echo created by a mixture of several sounds.

Doom turned around and was astonished to find that the desolate, scorching blood-red wasteland from before had now changed drastically.

Four enormous chairs appeared out of thin air, reaching from the sky to the ground, magnificent and grand.

The first chair was a deep blue, yet it reflected the colorful aurora borealis. The seat and backrest of the chair were twisted vortexes, their shapes constantly changing.

There are no constants, no fixed numbers.

The second chair is simple and rustic, cast from a brass skull. Blood keeps oozing from the ancient brass skull, a symbol of violent conflict.

Blood and brass, violence and conflict.

The third seat was an indescribable, deathly green, with tree roots and moss entwined on the armrests. The seat bubbled and bubbled, with pustules, acne, and tumor-like cysts, occasionally dripping jaundice-like pus.

Decaying yet full of life, brimming with vitality yet utterly decaying.

The fourth chair exudes an alluring purple aura. It is made of smooth, delicate, white and tender soft flesh. The armrests are shaped like soft red lips, and the backrest extends out as arms. Reliefs symbolizing private organs are visible everywhere, and the whole chair exudes an enticing fragrance.

The lines depict indulgence; behind the glitz and glamour lies decadence.

If an ordinary person saw four chairs symbolizing original sin, they would inevitably go mad and gradually sink into depravity.

Doom, however, showed no reaction, only thinking that the chair was ostentatious, like an animal showing off its beautiful feathers.

"You just need to recite the incantation."

No one was on the chair, but a deafening voice rang out: "Serve us, and we will grant you the power to conquer eternity!"

Doom looked at the chairs of various shapes and sizes, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. What he was seeing and hearing now exceeded all his knowledge.

"What spell? Can we leave this place?"

Whom to serve? What power to gain? Doom had no interest in any of it, only wanting to leave this strange place as soon as possible.

The four gods behind the curtain were overjoyed. They hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. Were they about to get their hands on the most mysterious Primarch?
"You may leave, simply repeat after us: Serve...the gods..."

The voices of the four gods were unified and harmonious, inducing Doom to recite the incantation and serve the four gods together.

“Serve…” Doom recited the first two words, dragging out the last two syllables as he was about to say them.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Gods!"

"Ever-changing!"

"※※prince!"

"※※corruption!"

Suddenly, the harmonious sounds dispersed, splitting into different sounds, each symbolizing a different meaning, and at the same time, the four chairs disappeared.

The unified and harmonious language is fragmented, and the four voices begin to express different meanings, but there is some interference, making it difficult to fully express them.

"What god is being sacrificed to?" Doom stared blankly for a long time, looking at the vanished chair.

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(End of this chapter)