Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 324 The Archon's Armor

Ignoring the humiliation and wrath of the gods, the ancient saint took out an iron felt and a furnace from his dimensional pocket and placed his arm in the furnace.

"What are you doing standing still?"

The ancient sage gestured to the Void Dragon, pointing to the furnace opening and saying, "Release your power and melt the Star God fragments."

Margo Radroth trembled, overwhelmed with humiliation, and stared at the furnace without making a move.

When? How dare a mere ancient saint order me around?
hum~~~
Then He caught a glimpse of the cold glint of the sword, took a few deep breaths, and swallowed the overwhelming humiliation and hatred.

If you do not comply now, what lies in the furnace will not only be a severed arm, but your own utterly annihilated corpse.

The god trembled, beckoned for the Burner's Gloves, used his power to awaken the Brothers' Fragments, and unleashed the Star God Flame toward the furnace opening.

Inspired by the Star God, the five fingers of the arm armor spread open, and the dormant power within gradually awakened, releasing a scorching high temperature of one-tenth of the "Planck temperature".

The Planck temperature is the physical limit of temperature in the universe; it represents an incredibly high temperature that could only have occurred at the very moment of the Big Bang.

At that temperature, everything would cease to exist.

The temperature released by the glove is one-tenth of the limit of the Burner fragments, and also the point where the laws of physics fail. It is just enough to melt the Star God fragments into quark colloids and reshape the laws of physics within them.

Under extreme high temperatures, the Celestial Alloy loses its activity and begins to peel away layer by layer, exposing the Celestial Fragments inside.

When Doom severed his arm, he also severed the concept within it, splitting it into fragments of the Star God.

Watching his arm begin to dissolve, the Void Dragon was heartbroken. Helpless, he was in a stronger position than any god, and could only silently endure this humiliation.

The Emperor acted swiftly and decisively, throwing the severed spear and tail spike of the god into the furnace, further weakening the star god's power.

The gods saw what he had done and were heartbroken.

His own power was constantly stripped away, turning into primordial quark colloids, and his heart bled and howled.

"I have a great idea!"

In extreme rage, the Void Dragon roared and threw the Reaper's Scythe into the furnace, angrily saying, "Add some extra weaponry."

He hated Azagorod so much that if it weren't for this weapon, he wouldn't have suffered such humiliation and torment.

Since you're having a hard time, the culprit shouldn't have one either!
The emperor raised an eyebrow, nodded slightly without speaking, and a brilliant idea came to mind.

The scythe and the body are heated together, and the laws of physics slowly melt in the furnace. The quark colloids are hot and bright, falling and gathering in the furnace into a wisp of extremely hot fluid.

The ancient furnace can not only withstand high temperatures, but also protect the laws of physics from dissipation and avoid material waste.

Wearing goggles and a blacksmith's coat, Sintra kept a close eye on the physical changes of the Star God fragments.

It began the casting ceremony by pulling the bellows, chanting ancient sage prayers, using the ultimate truth of the universe to protect the furnace from high-temperature collapse.

The smelting process was incredibly slow, the furnace fire never stopped, and the prayers never ceased.

Only the most outstanding casting masters can concentrate so intently on every slight change in the raw materials.

Furthermore, the infinite energy input from the Star God ensures a stable furnace fire, which is of paramount importance in the refining process!
Both are indispensable; working together, they can create a cosmic treasure.

The emperor sat cross-legged beside the furnace, intently watching the changes in the star god and the furnace fire. The crimson flames cast a dark red glow on his brown-black face. He kept rubbing his fingers together, his face full of anticipation and eagerness.

The Lord of Humanity is not only an expert in biotechnology, but also a master blacksmith. Many divine weapons and artifacts in human history were created by him.

Seeing the precious materials, he naturally felt an itch to try his hand at crafting them.

Doom and Waldo, who had no talent for forging and had lost their initial novelty, went to the side to exchange martial arts techniques.

Time passed quickly; a full Terran year had passed, during which Sintra and the Emperor took turns working to fuse the laws of physics into a colloid.

"Let me come! Let me come!"

When the laws of physics had completely melted away, the ancient saint hurriedly stepped forward with the cast iron can and used the Blessed Holy Container to pour the bright, scorching quark colloid into it.

“Doom Norwick,” it cried out, summoning the future master of the device.

Upon hearing the call, Doom arrived almost instantly. Before Waldo could react, the person he had been fighting with had vanished.

"Blood...your blood."

Sintra was extremely eager; her voice trembled with excitement as she held the cast iron pot high in the air.

As an indestructible suit of armor was about to be forged in his hands, he could not remain calm. The Emperor beside him also rose. In such a critical moment, no master blacksmith could remain calm. Doom did not hesitate or ask any more questions. The Judgment Sword sliced ​​through his palm, and red blood flowed out.

"Infuse with soul!" the ancient saint murmured, holy light emanating from its mouth and enveloping Doom's blood.

As the incantation was uttered, the blood vanished, transforming into a stream of pure energy that fell into the quark colloid.

A spiritual imprint was branded within it, emerging from the colloid; it was bright red and exactly the same as the mark on Doom's chest.

"Get out of the way, this is none of your business for now."

After the ceremony, Sintra urged Dum to leave quickly with a look of disgust, then carried the cast iron pot to the iron felt and began the next crucial step.

"What are you still standing there for?" the Emperor roared, his voice full of temptation as he looked at the Void Dragon's reluctant expression: "The future is already set. Doom will face the Chaos God head-on, which means you'll be part of it."

The Void Dragon suddenly lowered its head and looked at the Emperor, then without hesitation, it injected the concept into the colloid body.

"Immortal! This thing will be indestructible!" His roar echoed, and green lightning bolts condensed above his head, striking the cast iron canister and inscribing the concepts of physical laws:

"Eternal, this thing will exist forever."

"Insight, this thing will perceive everything."

Three conceptual thunderbolts struck, causing the quark colloid to churn and reach its limit.

The Void Dragon nodded in satisfaction, withdrew its power, and began to control the furnace fire with greater precision, eagerly throwing itself into its work.

After the emperor's guidance, He suddenly understood, and in an instant, He felt the world expand before Himself—

I'm having a hard time, so I'll make it even harder for you!
Thinking about the future, the Void Dragon almost laughed out loud, feeling a secret sense of satisfaction as he imagined himself striking the faces of Chaos Gods or other Star Gods with his own engraved concept law iron fist.

The ancient sage quickly took out the colloid and placed it on the iron felt. The emperor immediately stepped forward, ready to forge the armor together.

The two master forgers exchanged glances, stood on either side of the iron felt, their hands enveloped in psionic energy, and began to mold the rough outline of the armor.

Once the rough billet is formed, it's time to move on to the final forging stage.

“Soul Forging Method.” Sintra began, demonstrating the ancient forging techniques to the Emperor: “We only need to hammer and bless, and the raw materials will become the most suitable form according to the master’s mark.”

The emperor's dark eyes lit up as he recalled that man, the regent's armor that had traversed countless time periods.

"Come on!" he roared, his hands clasped together and slowly opened, revealing a forging hammer formed from psychic energy.

The ancient sage took out pure holy water from his dimensional pocket and poured it onto the rough armor blank. There was no heat rising; the water dissolved into it, and the temperature began to drop rapidly.

Seizing the opportunity, they swung their arms wide and smashed the casting hammers down on the rough billet!
boom! boom! boom!
Sparks fly between the felt and the hammer as the forging hammer falls continuously, forging the raw material and shaping it into its unique form.

The Emperor's psychic hammer fell, and he chanted a psychic blessing, infusing it with his own will to subdue all demons and evil spirits.

The ancient sage chanted softly, imbuing the armor with soul through ancient language:
"My hammer lifts up the truth, forging its veins."
As the hammer falls, your will shapes your bones and muscles;
The resonant clang of hammers heralded Ragnarok, the end of the gods.

The power to kill gods was revived by the blow.

"The armor we have forged possesses the power to challenge the gods, and is bestowed upon the great god-slayer."

With each invocation and strike, psychic blessings are inscribed into every atom, and molecules gradually coalesce into shape.

The emperor's long hair was tied behind his head. He swung the iron hammer until he was drenched in sweat. Hot beads of sweat slid down his back, and his dark brown hair shone brightly in the firelight.

The ancient holy fire exploded its red scales, grinning as it breathed out scorching heat, tirelessly slamming down its iron hammer.

They were drenched in sweat, yet showed no signs of fatigue; their eyes gleamed with growing excitement as they watched the god-slaying weapon take shape little by little under the hammer.

The sound of the hammer echoed for two whole years. When the last hammer fell, the final piece of armor was cast and lay quietly on the felt.

With the ancient sage's encouraging gaze, the emperor removed it and attached it to the left shoulder of his armor, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

The armor was exactly the same as he remembered, perfectly suited to Doom, as if it were made for him.

Forged from fragments of a star god, it possesses a sci-fi appearance and is imbued with the spiritual blessings of an ancient saint and itself. It blends savagery and violence, making it a flawless and extraordinary creation.

"Consul's Armor".

The Emperor reached out and brushed his hand across the armor, his eyes stinging with tears. The reflection of a great being was projected onto this despairing universe.

(End of this chapter)