Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 299 Mysterious Destroyed Ship
After confirming that it was safe, Doom sent his offspring ashore one by one, while he himself braced his legs against the edge of the distorted continent and leaped into the ruins.

A few minutes later, Doom stood atop the ruins of the warp, observing these steel behemoths up close for the first time from the outside.

The array of cannons and light spears stood majestically, surrounded by numerous smaller cannons of indistinguishable models. Despite the ravages of time and rust, they still exuded an inviolable majesty.

He was currently in the middle of the warship, in a prominent position amidst the steel ruins, and Doom also saw strange buildings.

At the stern of the wrecked ship, above the engine that has not yet been incorporated into the ruins, stands a church-like building.

It's uncertain whether Doum is a church; the warship is heavily rusted. We can only judge it by its architectural style, and we are not sure what its function is at the moment.

His brow furrowed slightly. He disliked religious beliefs, which were always associated with chaos, and an instinctive aversion rose within him.

After a fleeting glance, Doom looked away, finding his own absurd idea laughable.

How could anyone build a church on a warship where every inch of land is at stake?
It may be some kind of functional building, but it looks like a church, and its specific function is still unknown.

He then turned his gaze to the side of the warship, hoping to glean some information, but the markings on the side shields were no longer legible, making it difficult to ascertain the warship's origin.

"My lord, Ra and John have gone to scout ahead and will be back soon."

To prevent the Primarch from randomly choosing a direction, Obelisk preemptively explained the situation and seized control.

“Hmm.” Doom nodded, lightly tapping the wrecked ship's armor with his combat boots as a reminder: “Tell them to be careful. There’s something in the ruins, crawling through pipes and cramped spaces.”

“John reminded me that he was specifically there to meet La,” Obelisk said succinctly, summarizing the situation in one sentence.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Doom's eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

The fact that offspring can sense danger indicates that they are growing up and have reached a point where they can stand on their own.

He stood silently on the edge of the wrecked ship's outer armor, gazing into the distance.

The landscape of subspace reality is vastly different from that of conventional shipping lanes.

Space is chaotic and disordered, all matter exists suspended in the void, existing between matter and non-matter, filled with the bizarre and fantastical, like a realm constructed from the absurd dreams of mortals.

Inanimate objects come to life, growing tentacles that represent outward exploration and eyes that observe the world with a thirst for knowledge.

Doom saw a flourishing scene, and at the edge of his vision, all sorts of unformed demons wandered about, vanishing the moment they were seen by his gaze.

The demons hid in the shadows, not daring to show themselves. The place fell silent, returning to the most peaceful tranquility.

While feeling at peace, Doom felt a slight regret; this trip to the warp had been tedious and boring for him...

The four gods must have known that they had come to the Warp, but they refused to show themselves, failing to fulfill their duties as hosts and thus violating the Warp's custom of treating guests poorly.

With regret, he looked up at the eerie void, waiting for reconnaissance while silently counting the days to mark the passage of time.

Unlike the Father of Genesis, the Doomsday Warriors were not at ease and dared not disturb him. They simply prepared their weapons at the landing site and maintained their best combat readiness.

"grown ups."

A few minutes later, Ra hurried back with John by her side and stood behind the father of genetics, calling out softly.

Doom withdrew his gaze, turned away from the steel cliff, and asked his offspring, "How is the situation?"

“The situation is more complicated than I imagined.” La shook his head, the red tassel on his helmet swaying with his movement, and raised his arm guard to project a holographic image:
"This is a place of slumber, a collection of ships sunk in the warp, with a complex internal environment that has even formed a distorted ecosystem."

He held up the reconnaissance buoy and said regretfully, "The equipment we carry has limited power, making it difficult to scan the ruins and create a topographic map."

While listening to the summary of his offspring's investigation, Doom stroked his chin with one hand, pondering how to proceed with the next step.

“But…” Just as he was thinking, he heard that La had not yet spoken, but there was a hint of hesitation in her words.

"Speak freely." Doom nodded, gesturing generously for his son to continue.

“I have a plan.” Recalling what Obelisk had said, La no longer hesitated, and clicked on the function panel on his left arm with his right hand, projecting a blue image.

"What we can confirm at this point is that this shipwreck is an Imperial warship. When I went inside to investigate just now, I found that some of the equipment was still running."

"We can enter the ship and take advantage of the fact that Imperial ships have similar architectures to find the warship's scanning equipment, and try to restart or repair the large astrolabe to scan the entire ruins."

Doom listened, nodding repeatedly, and deeply agreed with Ra's plan. He had originally intended to use a dimensional weapon to dig a hole in the warship, reaching deep into the ruins, to search for the Abomination sensed by the arm armor.

“Let’s do it your way.” Doom agreed to the progenitors’ plan, took a big step toward the warship’s gate, and gestured for his progenitors to follow.

Compared to randomly searching on your own, a plan with a clear objective is more convincing and more likely to be strictly implemented.

Another crucial point is that Doom is eager to find out where the warship beneath his feet came from and why it had such flashy but impractical structures built on it.

Watching the Primarch depart with a flourish, Ra and Obelisk exchanged a glance and let out a silent sigh of relief.

They exchanged a few words using coded language and then hurriedly caught up with the father of genetics.

Bang!
Doom kicked the alloy gate of the warship open, showing no fear, and walked into the warship.

The Doomsday Warriors took out their reconnaissance equipment from their waists and tossed it into the depths of the warship's corridors to map out routes and conduct a preliminary exploration.

The floating sphere—a miniature anti-gravity device equipped with scanning equipment—is well-suited for reconnaissance missions in confined spaces.

Thanks to intelligence sharing, images were projected inside the Doom Slayer helmet and onto the Doom gauntlets, and the warship's passageway was rapidly depicted as the floating sphere advanced.

"Based on our current knowledge of the Imperial warships, we are on the lower deck and should turn left," Sophia's phantom appeared, offering a reasonable suggestion.

Doom turned his head. The passage to his left was pitch black, like the throat of a giant beast. A few dim emergency lights shone in the darkness, like anglerfish luring their prey into a trap.

For ordinary people, darkness represents the deepest fear.

But for the Primarch, there is no difference between light and darkness.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, the darkness in Doom's vision dissipated; even without the use of technological equipment, the Primarch's vision could easily penetrate the darkness.

"Follow me." He called out, then stepped into the darkness and headed towards the location Sophia had calculated.

John Wick walked behind the Primarch, looking up at the pipes overhead. In the dark corners, something was watching the group.

"Prepare for close-quarters combat," he warned his blood brothers over the communication channel, his voice languid.

The Doomsday Warriors remained silent, quietly putting away their spears. In the cramped environment, the flexibility of long weapons was severely limited.

With a flick of their arm, the crystals mounted on their arm armor became electrified, projecting three-dimensional claws suitable for combat in confined spaces.

With his other hand, he reached for his waist and removed the hilt of the sword, which could be used as a pistol. The composite shoulder cannons worked together to create a protective net.

The group was well-prepared, but their movements showed no sign of tension as they quickly moved through the abandoned ship passageway.

The creature lurking in the shadows hesitated to attack, allowing humans to move freely inside the warship, as if waiting for its chance.

Doom led his offspring, walking briskly through the wrecked ship. Inside the dark warship, only the sound of their powerful footsteps echoed.

They made quite a few interesting discoveries along the way.

Inside the damaged warship, in the training deck's admonition hall, Doom even saw a statue of Robert Guilliman.

"Pretty cool." He saw his brother wearing power armor and a laurel wreath, his gaze fixed on the distance, but his raised arm was broken, so he didn't know that Guilliman was holding a weapon.

Even after seeing the Guilliman statue, Doom still couldn't determine which faction in the Empire the warship belonged to.

He led his team forward, his relaxed expression replaced by solemnity. The warships bore the marks of past fierce battles.

The explosive projectile pierced the wall, melting the alloy in the heat. Analysis of the traces indicates that both sides in the battle were Space Marines.

Only the Astartes could achieve such precise shooting.

“Sir, you need to see this,” John called out from the front, seemingly having made some important discovery.

Doom took one last look at the hall, memorizing the traces of the battle for future analysis.

He rushed over to John and saw a weathered Space Marine corpse lying on the ground, along with a broken servo skull.

Slowly crouching down in front of the corpse, Doom's gaze was focused on the power armor; despite its rust, he was certain he had never seen a similar model before.

(End of this chapter)