Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 308 He will cooperate
The ancient sage stood up from the doorway, raised the forging hammer in his hand, chanted an incantation, and slammed it down!
The hammer struck the iron plate, producing a violent clang. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and countless sparks hung suspended in the air, like the blazing stars at the dawn of the universe.

Upon witnessing this scene, Doom was deeply shocked, and the title of "Fire Hammer" from the Old Saints was now brought to life.

"In order to conceal myself, I rarely learn about the outside world."

Sintra spoke slowly, and the starlight in the sky changed with her narration, combining into a series of pictures: "But I will make prophecies about myself or something."

It raised its hand, gesturing for Doom to look at one of the paintings, where a fiery red starry sky converged to form the future.

That abstract painting foreshadows the Grim Reaper's scythe breaking free from its shackles, leaving the subspace, returning to the real universe, and finally gaining freedom.

"About ten thousand years from now, the Star God Weapon will depart, heading towards its own destiny..."

"but me……"

The sparks shifted again, and the enslaved being, its suspended body breaking through the barrier of the ancient saints, arrived at the ruins of the subspace.

A smile appeared on Sintra's face, her eyes half-closed, reflecting a look of relief: "I too will face death, to be drained of my spirit by the enslaved."

After endless years of suffering, death is its final destination, a release from the pain of losing everything.

"But you've come." The ancient sage smiled, flicked his finger, and sent a miniature singularity flying towards the fiery stars. The starry sky collapsed instantly and vanished without a trace.

"Without your chaotic fate interfering, perhaps none of the above would have happened."

“It will definitely not happen.” Doom promised, his voice deep and resolute: “I am blessed by Elder Prima, and as its kin, I will definitely take you away from here and reunite you with it under the stars.”

Prima saved Doom, and he never forgot her kindness.

The virtue originating from ancient Terra is that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude, let alone a life-saving favor.

The elders also helped Nur by solving the problem of genetic degeneration among Nur's people, a debt of gratitude that is difficult to repay.

“Prima was right about you.” Sintra grinned with satisfaction; the young man was energetic and grateful.

It's easy to hear his resolute determination to do what he says from his firm words.

It felt a deep sense of relief, having once been filled with despair, now calmly awaiting death.

Now, thanks to the mercy of fate, there is hope of returning to the real universe and reuniting with my lost compatriots.

“I believe you can do it.” The ancient saint’s words drifted as he stared at Doom and said slowly, “Your unbridled destiny may be able to change the outcome.”

“Elder…” Doom keenly sensed the hidden meaning in the ancient saint’s words and hurriedly asked.

“No need to ask any more questions,” Sintra shook her head, took a puff of her tobacco, and interrupted the inquiry: “Everything has its destiny, but you are not bound by it. The future is not fixed for you. Wherever you want to go, that is where the road is.”

"When faced with a difficult decision, there's no need to worry about anything else; just make the choice you believe is best."

"When the dust settles, death and the end will provide the answer..."

Doom shut his mouth and stopped asking about the future.

Ancient sages sometimes speak in a mystical way; they may offer some hints, but they do not deeply interfere with personal choices.

“Your arrival has changed the course of history,” Sintra said, looking up at the scythe of death. “Its fate is now in your hands.”

“I have a handy weapon now.” Doom lifted his cloak, revealing the Judgment Sword and Super Shotgun at his waist, as well as the arm armor on his left arm.

“Hahaha!” Sintra burst into laughter. “That’s why I say fate is fickle. It has come here and will eventually reap some rewards.”

It took short strides, swaying its chubby body, to walk to Doom's side, gesturing for him to bend down and offer his left arm.

Doom was puzzled, but he did as the elder asked, extending his left arm in front of it.

“The Burner, Niadrasar.” Sintra stroked his arm armor with both hands, his face beaming with joy: “Its flames forge the weapons of the Star Gods and reshape the laws of physics.”

“Unfortunately,” it sensed for a moment, then regret dispelled its joy: “This fragment is a little too small, and the concept it contains is incomplete.”

"otherwise……"

It stepped back a few paces, carefully examining the giant before it. Its gaze swept over the giant's various weapons before finally locking onto his imposing body: "I can forge you a suit of armor that fits you perfectly."

"It will be indestructible and never stop, enough to accompany you in completing your god-slaying feat."

"Godslayer Armor?" Doom's eyes lit up, and he began to consider the matter.

He didn't actually like being half-naked; it was simply that resources were limited, making it difficult to manufacture power armor suitable for him. What man could resist a powerful suit of power armor?

However, the reality is that the power armor, which incorporates Nur's cutting-edge technology and is custom-made, is damaged in repeated tests.

Doom's movements were lightning fast, his sword swings taking only microseconds.

Although the power armor was made with Nur's cutting-edge technology, it could not withstand high speeds. After operating at full power for only ten seconds, the joints and servo system collapsed due to overload.

Left with no other option, he had to wear a non-powered half-body armor, exposing his upper body and going into battle shirtless, as there was simply no other solution.

“Elder,” Doom stroked his chin, an idea forming in his mind, “What if other Star Gods helped? Could we forge Star God weapons?”

He remembered very clearly that after forcing Mars to sign the Stellaris Protocol upon returning to Terra, the Emperor had privately told him not to do anything similarly dangerous in the future.

Beneath the eternal night labyrinth of Mars lies the Void Dragon, a star god personally imprisoned by the Lord of Humanity.

If Mars encounters problems and the Void Dragon escapes, the resentment it has harbored for millennia of imprisonment will be unleashed upon the human race.

"Other Star Gods?" Sintra asked in confusion. Could it be that the human boy possessed fragments of Star Gods?
Its eyes darted around, and after thinking for a moment, it nodded and said, "If it's a powerful star god, then of course it's feasible."

“Weak star gods won’t work. The Nightbringer is the strongest star god. Ordinary physical laws can hardly change its concept. Only a large fragment of a top star god can do it.”

The ancient saint stared intently at Doom, hoping that this young man could surprise him once again.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Doom's face lit up with joy, and he blurted out, "How about a near-complete Void Dragon?"

"A near-complete Void Dragon?!" Sintra exclaimed, gripping her forging hammer tightly and jumping back, clearly quite frightened.

Seeing its startled appearance, Doom quickly raised his arm to comfort it: "It's not on me, it's in the real universe."

Void Dragon. The embodiment of technology and knowledge in the real universe, granting the Fearful Dead technology, making them invincible.

Because of His grace, during the War of Heaven, the technology of the Necromancers in space exploded without limit, reaching the pinnacle of the physical universe.

Those incredible technologies, even comparable to ancient holy magic, were completely incomprehensible to later races.

It was precisely because of His existence that the ancient saints were unable to utilize physical and technological means, and began to recklessly use the power of the subspace to resist the Star God Alliance, causing a series of terrible consequences.

Sintra patted her chest gently to calm her heart; she had almost been scared to death.

The mere mention of an almost complete Void Dragon nearly made the heart leap out of the throat of the timid Ancient Saint, who had suffered greatly from its existence.

"If the Void Dragon helps, the problem will naturally be solved, but will it cooperate willingly?"

The master blacksmith still harbored reservations; the Void Dragon was a Star God, and a god high above would not show mercy because of a plea.

Upon hearing the elder's question, Doom remained calm, as if the matter was not worth worrying about.

He conquered the stars for the Emperor, compromised the Web Dao plan, it's time for the Lord of Humanity to lend a hand!

“He is very ‘willing’ to cooperate.” Doom drew his Judgment Sword, lit the Godslayer blade, and under the crimson, hard light, his heroic face became somewhat sinister.

He lightly stroked the blade with his fingertips, emphasizing the word "willing" with such force that it sounded like cold metal clashing.

Sintra shuddered, involuntarily shivering, only then realizing that the seemingly gentle young man before her harbored an eternal rage within.

Moreover, judging from his confident demeanor, the Void Dragon seems to stay in a fixed place, so there's no need to go to great lengths to find it.

It was almost impossible to make the Star God stay. The Ancient Saint turned his eyes and glanced at the Death Scythe, and understood.

The fate of the Void Dragon is the same as that of the Reaper's Scythe, albeit by a different path.

He is imprisoned somewhere!
Having grasped the key point, Sintra's gaping maw curved into a wild arc, and the real universe seemed to have changed drastically since 60 million years ago.

"Now there's only one question," it said, pointing to the Grim Reaper's Scythe: "How do we take it?"

Doom stood up from the ground, looked up at the Star God weapon, and frowned.

This is indeed a problem: how do you remove a weapon that is nearly a kilometer long and bring it back to the real universe?
After pondering for a long time, Doom turned to the Ancient Saint and asked, "Can it understand human speech?"

"Yes, Star God weapons are imbued with divinity and possess their own will."

"That'll be easy!"

(End of this chapter)