Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 292 You and I are allies

A demonic body forged from dark iron crawled out of the dark magic circle. It held a demonic sword and had enormous demonic horns that resembled a majestic crown, displaying its glory.

Birac!
Once chosen by the four gods, the champion created by all the gods, it enjoyed the supreme favor of the gods, held the most exalted status, was the first demon under the four gods, and was promoted to the first demon prince.

Its demonic body was forged from darkness and terror, its hooves were bent backward, and rusted chainmail hung in front of its crotch. Its bat wings spread wide, exuding a terrifying demonic power, and a skull hung from its wing membrane spine, the skull of the mortal champion killed by Bilak.

But at this moment, astonishment instantly overwhelmed Birac's ferocious face, and the Demon Prince showed a moment of stunned silence.

"Challenger!"

The demon prince blurted out, his voice rough and hoarse. He recognized the rune mark on the demigod's chest, the eternal mark of the god-slayer, symbolizing an unyielding spine.

Bilak waved his hand, and the Shadow Army crept into the shadows, moving closer to the Shadow Overlord.

When he said "challenger," Bilarak's expression was solemn, yet it carried an innate sense of disdain.

That's a derogatory term used by superiors to refer to inferiors.

"Challenger?" Doom removed his helmet, his dark eyes reflecting the darkness before him, his tone long and playful.

The demons tensed, instinctively gripping their weapons. The coldness on the god-slayer's face was spreading, freezing their souls bit by bit.

"I have never been a challenger. You filthy creatures are never worthy of my challenge."

Doom shook his head, the blade of his Judgment Sword springing forth. He raised the sword with one hand, pointing it at the demon army, and the demons trembled at the point of the sword.

His eyes burned with the fire of revenge, and his voice was low and filled with hatred: "I am your end!"

"call!"

A unified battle cry rang out, shouted with the burning spirit of warriors. The Doom Warriors lit up their dimensional blades and stepped forward to stand behind the Father of Genetics.

"An eye for an eye!" the Doomsday Warriors roared in unison.

The Doomsday Warriors and the Primarch are of one mind; they sense the hatred of the Gene Fathers and their determination to kill the demons.

The original warriors, having experienced the grief of the Father of Genetics through the spiritual link, harbored deep-seated guilt.

Because at that time, they did not stand by the Primarch's side to face the enemy together.

With his blood feud right before him, how could the Doom Warrior not be enraged!
The Shadow Demon Army fell silent, their initial arrogance and unbridled behavior upon entering reality gone. They trembled at the warriors' battle cries, the pure fire of fury seemingly burning their souls bit by bit.

The loving mother curled up on the ground, her smug expression frozen on her kind face.

When the ferocious Shadow Demon Army appeared, she believed victory was assured and that the Shadow Overlord would sweep away all enemies.

It was horrified to discover that the Shadow Demon Army was trembling under the pressure of humans.
"Godslayer." Realizing his mistake, Birac immediately changed his form of address, performing a demonic salute to show his respect.

He didn't want to clash with the god-killer.

Godslayer. The enemy ordained by the gods, possessing the authority to kill gods, an unprecedented foe of the gods.

Compared to its fear, Birac admired the god-slayer more, and if possible, it would even like to befriend him and fight against the gods together.

Birac was once favored above all others, second only to the four gods and above all demons. The gods bestowed unimaginable favor upon it, so that it could stand by their side.

The Demon Prince had no desire to pledge allegiance to any particular god; he only wished to gain power from the Four Gods and achieve his own plan to become a god.

Finally, the four gods saw through its sway, the wildness hidden beneath its respect.

Realizing they had been fooled, the gods abandoned their attempts to win over Pilark, withdrew their gifts, and instead began to cultivate their own powerful demons and demon princes.

It was banished from the realm of the Four Gods and forbidden from ever setting foot there again.

To humiliate Bilak, the four gods planted a curse on its body, forcing the demon prince to crown the new Chaos Champion.

Once the supreme chosen ones, they became a laughingstock in the warp, and were passed down by demons as "never to be chosen."

Since then, it has harbored hatred for the Four Gods, and has opened up the Shadow Demon Realm outside the Four Gods' domain, formed the Shadow Demon Army, and plotted revenge against the Four Gods at all times.

Birac responded to the four gods with humiliation through concrete actions.

It hunted down countless Chaos Champions, piling their heads into towers to mock the gods for their blindness and the weakness of their chosen champions.

It was expected that the four gods would be furious and personally punish the disobedient act, but instead, the gods mocked Birac with smiles.

The gods, high above, sneered and applauded the demon prince, thanking him for his spectacular performance. Birac's mockery froze on his face; he finally understood that, having lost favor, he was nothing more than a clown in the eyes of the gods, and his hatred for them grew ever stronger.

It fantasizes about one day tearing the gods off their thrones, trampling on their backs and humiliating them severely, and it is constantly plotting for that day.

Time flies, the Four Gods remain high above, and Bilak's plan is ultimately an unrealistic fantasy.

Until one day, a major blunder occurred in one of the gods' plans, and the consequences manifested in the warp.

That man!

The being most valued by the gods, whose fate deviated from the path ordained by the gods, unleashed a raging fire that stirred up a colossal wave in the warp.

Under the watchful eyes of the great beings of the warp, Doom Norwick made a vow, thus introducing and embracing the concept of god-slaying.

Birac was overjoyed; the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the warp had provided it with a natural ally.

However, the meeting with the "ally" seemed to be a little unpleasant.

“Godslayer, we should talk.” Birac withdrew his demonic power, his words sincere, and he extended a hand to Doom, who was standing in the distance: “We have a common enemy, and it is more in our best interest to cooperate.”

"The existence of the gods is like a malignant tumor, oppressing the people of the warp and wantonly destroying reality. I have long wanted to end this chaos and make the gods pay the price for their willful actions."

Its words were so sincere that the Shadow Demon army knelt down before Doom, willing to submit to the Godslayer.

The demons secretly admired Birac. If they could use the fight against the four gods as a reason to win over the Godslayer to the Shadow Realm, who else but them would be the fifth largest power in the warp?

In the human camp, Odysseus subconsciously turned his head to look at the Primarch's back, trying his best to hide the doubt in his eyes.

He was filled with fear, afraid that the Primarch might make an irrational decision to cooperate with demons in order to seek revenge.

"Heh." Doom sneered, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling demons. His face darkened, and he growled in a low, stern voice, "Kill them!"

He kills any demon without hesitation, without any possibility of communication.

A vile and inhuman creature, hiding behind the veil of reality, cowardly and despicable, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Compared to demons, aliens seem harmless.

What right does a lowly, evil creature have to talk about cooperation with me?
Holding the Judgment Sword, his eyes locked on Bilak, he led the Doom Warriors to charge towards the Shadow Demon army, vowing to annihilate the demons.

"In the name of the Lord of Mankind, all demons shall be vanquished!"

The Imperial Guard never stood behind anyone. Odysseus raised his battle banner, stepped forward, and stood beside the Primarch, proclaiming himself Lord of Mankind.

Hearing the Primarch resolutely reject the demon, the Shield Guard Captain breathed a sigh of relief. Just moments ago, he had been preparing to flee this place.

"Demons, go back to the warp!" Night Guard roared, lighting up his dimensional blades and fearlessly charging towards the demon army.

The demon owes Nur a blood feud that he could never repay even if he died a thousand or ten thousand times. Now, he's just collecting some interest.

The change happened too quickly, beyond Bilark's expectations. He believed that even if negotiations failed, there should be a "courtesy" greeting before engaging in combat.

"Deploy your troops to defend against the human invasion."

Birac gripped his demonic weapon tightly, roaring as he urged his men to form a battle formation. He was slightly dazed; demons had always attacked humans, so when had he ever needed to form a battle formation to resist?

The Shadow Demon vanished into the shadows, using shadow movement to traverse the area, and deployed its formation at the urging of the Demon Prince.

In the extended atrium of space, humans roared and demons howled, both wielding their weapons as the two battle lines clashed!
"Filthy thing!" The Doomsday Warrior roared in fury, wielding his dimensional spear and sweeping away everything in his path with a single sweep.

The Doom Slayer stands three meters tall, wields a three-meter-long gun, and possesses a three-meter-long dimensional blade. When he swings it in fury, demons find it difficult to withstand.

The demon was terrified and raised its weapon to defend itself, but the weapon was instantly cut in two, severing the demon's body along with it.

With each swing of the weapon, several demons were cut in half at the waist, turning into ashes and disappearing completely into the real universe and the subspace.

The evil nature of demons transforms into pure power, entering the bodies of Doom Warriors and continuously enhancing their strength.

In the brief moment of close combat, the Doomsday Warriors unleashed dozens of slashes in a single second, with one warrior killing a thousand demons.

They grew stronger with each battle, their power constantly increasing, and they became increasingly adept at slaughtering demons.

Doom knew that this was a legacy from the Father of Genetics, a unique talent for plundering demonic power.

They are destined to be enemies of evil!
(End of this chapter)