Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 303 Where is this?

As soon as the Primarch finished speaking, the Doomsday Soldier's shoulder cannons opened fire, instantly killing thousands of aliens whose corpses slid slowly down the wall.

After giving the bird-gazing array one last check and confirming that the equipment was running stably, La put on his gear, joined the defense array, and worked with his brothers to eliminate the aliens.

"Change formation, keep firing order the same." Doom immediately made the adjustment, letting Ra blend into the defensive line but not participate in the firing action.

He pulled out a fusion core to power the oracle array, thus limiting the power armor's energy distribution and making it unable to maintain full firepower output.

Rather than accommodating the insufficient firepower of the enemy, it would be better to keep him out of the firing and allow him to serve as a fire support unit, flexibly supporting the front line.

Although the soldiers despise the gene stealers, they are on high alert in actual combat, ready to deal with the enemy's attack.

唳~~~~
Hissing sounds echoed from the dark passages and steel lair, as if some kind of communication was taking place.

Doom lowered his gaze slightly; the dust on the floor trembled, and the dense footsteps caused a tremor—a large number of enemies were approaching.

The clan chief, observing the battle from the shadows, employed the most traditional attrition tactic—driving low-level units to launch successive attacks, exhausting the humans' stamina before personally reaping the rewards.

In an instant, the bridge transformed into a bloody killing field, with gene predators pouring out from the iron cave, walls, and ceiling, baring their fangs and claws as they launched their attack.

What awaited them was a firepower network composed of composite shoulder guns!

"above!"

Voice communication could easily lead to missed opportunities; warnings have already been swiftly conveyed through telepathic links.

In the real universe, the warrior's thoughts immediately take action. The thought signals are captured by the neural interface and compiled into digital instructions by the smart chip.

The custom-designed composite shoulder cannon has a rapid response; upon receiving a signal, the mechanical base reacts in microseconds, raising the muzzle upwards to simultaneously aim and fire.

The chieftain understands humans well and knows the blind spots of human warriors; the ceiling is an excellent point of attack.

Ten composite shoulder guns unleashed a firepower density comparable to ten companies of ordinary soldiers, their fire pouring upwards like a reverse-shooting meteor shower.
The corpses of gene stealers kept falling, helplessly landing within the defensive perimeter, piling up into mountains of corpses.

In the shadows, the clan leader's lips curled into a human-like smile; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

From the very beginning of the battle, it knew that its offspring would not achieve any results; without the cover of long-range firepower, no matter how many there were, they would only be sent to their deaths.

But what it wants is to die!

The bridge was spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people working, yet it was also narrow enough to be filled with tens of thousands of corpses.

The clan leader sent his descendants to their deaths, filling the space with corpses to reduce the advantage of long-range firepower and drown humanity in blood!
Its plan was successful; in just thirty seconds, the corpses had built a bloody ramp against the wall.

Corpses continued to fall from the ceiling, piling up into a small mountain that blocked people's view, though they did not injure any humans.

Zul fired his spear, firing dozens of times per second, making it impossible for the aliens to get close. As he turned to adjust his firing range, he felt something slippery under his feet.

He lowered his head slightly and then raised it again, completing the entire movement in a fraction of a second, thus understanding the source of the smooth sensation.

Blood, thick, slippery red blood, flowed from the pile of alien corpses, gradually covering the entire bridge.

"Ra!" Zul called out to his brother in the telepathic link, giving a succinct instruction: "Dispose of the blood."

"Understood!" La responded quickly, aiming the composite shoulder cannon at the floor in front of the line and continuously firing dimensional rays to cut several holes for draining blood.

He chose a good position, in front of the circular line, under his own control, so that the alien corpses wouldn't block the hole.

Watching Doom handle the situation methodically, Doom nodded silently.

One minute into the battle, he stood in the center of the circular defensive perimeter, having not yet made a move, leaving his offspring to do as they pleased.

As more and more corpses appeared on the bridge, Doom deciphered the alien commander's mindset: it wanted to use the corpses to compress space and amplify the gene stealer's agility advantage.

"Bury the body with flames."

Obelisk spoke, his deep voice easily recognizable, and he understood what the alien wanted to do.

"fire……"

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Ta Rasha opened his mouth, preparing to unleash an ancient incantation, Obelisk interrupted him: "Don't use fire! It's too cramped here; the corpses will burn quickly, causing the temperature to spike rapidly."

"The cooling system can't withstand prolonged exposure to the heat; the power armor will become a branding iron, burning us to death."

Upon hearing Obelisk's words, Doom gave a barely perceptible smile. The tall man was meticulous and possessed exceptional observational skills. Hearing his brother's account of the consequences, Ta Rasha was secretly alarmed; he had almost fallen into the aliens' trap.

He quickly glanced around, cleared his throat with a light cough, and mimicked the ancient saint's voice as he uttered the ancient saint's incantation: "Annihilation!"

As the incantation was uttered, T'Rasha abruptly removed his helmet, spitting out a semi-congealed blood clot. He took several deep breaths, his lungs gurgling violently.

The ancient incantation was successfully activated, resulting in a bizarre and terrifying scene.

The corpse and blood gradually faded, like an abrupt, uncolored patch in a faded painting. Then the body collapsed, and the faded material was forcibly erased, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Inside the bridge, everything related to the aliens had vanished, as if they had never existed.

Doom supported Tarasha, patted his back gently, and said solemnly, "Use powerful spells involving cause and effect sparingly in the future, as the price may be unbearable."

Feeling the concern of the father of genes, Tara Rasha was flattered and said breathlessly, "Annihilating inanimate objects is much simpler; I'm just not very skilled at it."

He straightened his back, put his helmet back on, and shook his head, saying, "You don't need to worry. The body's self-healing ability is repairing the injury, and it will restore your bodily functions in thirty seconds."

The defensive line was filled with a scene of fatherly love and filial piety, but the clan chief in the shadows was stunned, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, quite shocked.

Of all the wisdom it had accumulated, it had never seen such insight. Its mind was violently shaken, and its body was so stiff that it could not make any movement.

A meticulously planned strategy was wiped out by a strangely pronounced sentence? And the corpses of the descendants vanished without a trace?

Where is this place? Is it still the Milky Way?

Not only do the original human beings exist, but there is also some powerful force that, when spoken by humans, can forcibly alter reality!

The clan chief squatted on the high platform, lost in thought.

A few seconds later, it leaped down from the platform, its scarlet eyes flashing with a dangerous light, and roared as it ran toward the bridge.

Regardless, it will fight to the death and use every means to eliminate this group of humans.

If this small team leaves and carries that power back to the real universe, it will be a huge obstacle to the Zerg hive feeding!
"Hiss~~~~"

The clan chief let out a hiss like a snake, giving his final command, ordering his descendants to launch a desperate charge.

And it will also join the fight against humanity.

The gene predators launched an even more ferocious attack, employing a reckless fighting style and using corpses to advance the battle line.

The firepower of the ring-shaped defensive perimeter was also reduced. The continuous high-intensity firing caused the composite shoulder gun to emit high temperatures, and the cooling system was fully operational.

With reduced firepower, the aliens broke through the fire blockade, reached the edge of the line, and were quickly eliminated.

Obelisk, like an unyielding wall, wields his spear and fights alongside the father of genes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he occasionally caught glimpses of red light—the Primarch wielding the Judgment Sword to slay enemies.

While steadily slaying the aliens, Obelisk's heart was far from at peace. He could easily defeat his former self by slaying hordes of demons and absorbing their power, yet he could never see the Father of Genes' sword movements clearly.

With a flash of red light, the alien's head and body separated, while the Primarch moved with ease and grace, showing no sign of urgency.

In the world of Ghana, I had also witnessed the prowess of the Primarch of the Steel Hand—Ferrus Marus, who was also very powerful.

However, when the two are compared side by side, there are also differences between the originals.

Obelisk once thought that the Father of Genesis, compared to other Primarchs, might be like the Doom compared to the Space Marines.

He had underestimated the situation; Doom Norwick was far more powerful than he had imagined, and the Primarch had never shown his full strength.

Obelisk was filled with dread, fearing that one day, when the Father of Genetics needed to fight the enemy with all his might, he and his blood brothers would be unable to keep up with the Primarch's pace.

"what happened to you?"

A concerned greeting snapped Obelisk back to reality, jolting him awake.

“No problem.” Hearing the Primarch’s question, he realized he had been distracted and quickly made up an excuse to avoid any complications: “There was a problem with the power armor data, but it’s fixed now.”

"That's good. Don't get distracted during the battle." Doom nodded, looked away, and pointed to the bridge gate, saying, "The commander behind the scenes has appeared."

A colossal beast strode in through the darkness. It stood six meters tall, its steps heavy, and its eyes were three times redder than blood!

(End of this chapter)