Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 358 Extension of Will
After confirming Mrs. Clara's death, Team 33 withdrew from the smoke-filled streets for a short rest.

In the center of the protective circle, the Legion's medics arrived just in time to provide battlefield medical treatment for Atum.

Several robotic arms extended from the backpack and operated on the left shoulder of the company commander, suturing fascia and muscles, straightening misaligned bones, and nailing them together.

"The high-frequency blade of the alien is very sharp, resulting in a very neat wound, which is suitable for suturing and splicing."

The pharmacist stitched up the skin, his tone full of satisfaction. After spraying on the self-healing medicine, the wound had healed completely: "The external injury has healed, and with the internal self-healing power working together, you'll be fine in a few minutes."

"You're really something." Atum nodded, moving his injured shoulder; aside from a slight stinging sensation, it didn't affect his combat ability.

"Lady Clara is very strong, don't let your guard down," the apothecary instructed, before packing up his tools and preparing to head to the next injured brother.

"Be careful," Atum cautioned, watching the apothecary leave.

In the chaotic battlefield, the pharmacist brothers are lone wolves, traversing the battlefield to save lives, which is extremely dangerous.

Lady Clara is exceptionally powerful, and the governor sent a message warning all squads to be careful.

According to his calculations, without the presence of psychic and mental restraint, three to five Lady Claras would be enough to overpower Robert Guilliman.

The Doom Legion has met its match!

A small number of the fighting comrades and the Imperial Guard were injured in the sudden encounter, and several Iron Men were destroyed by Lady Kra in order to protect their comrades.

That's alright. The Iron Man brothers' consciousness wasn't on the battlefield; only their bodies were destroyed, not their intelligent cores.

Simply by changing to a new fighting body, one can quickly return to the battlefield.

"Don't you know us yet?" The pharmacist waved his hand, his figure transforming into a black lightning bolt and disappearing from everyone's sight.

Atum felt a surge of admiration.

Inspired by Hippocrates' call, many of the best warriors gave up the honor of joining the Primarch Guard and chose to become apothecaries to save lives.

The brothers felt that the work of protecting the original genome was too vague and unrealistic.

The Father of Genes did not need protection; the Primarch Guard was a ritualistic symbol with little practical use.

Instead of wasting our high-level talents, we should help our brothers.

“We should move on.” Zul brought over the armor, helped his brother put it on, and gestured for the latter to look up at the sky.

Atum looked up and saw a landing craft descending from the dark sky as night fell; the Father of Genetics had arrived on the battlefield.

"Confirmed status".

The arrival of the Father of Genetics signifies that the battle is beginning to deepen, with more and more enemies to be encountered and the fighting becoming increasingly fierce.

After confirming the status was correct, Atum re-identified the target and began advancing towards a power plant to destroy a link in the shield's functional system.

After Lady Clara's genes were uploaded, the fleet confirmed through genetic scanning that there were 12,000 Lady Claras.

It may not sound like much, but Lady Clara is exceptionally powerful, with individual combat strength far exceeding that of most warriors in the Imperial Guard and Legion.

Without psionic restraint, a sudden encounter with over ten thousand Lady Kralls could wipe out or severely cripple a Space Marine legion.

The ruthless Lady Clara must not be drawn into a protracted war of attrition, as such a war of attrition is very disadvantageous to the legion.

Destroying power supply nodes and lowering planetary defense shields are essential to leveraging the fleet's advantages and balancing the war through orbital bombardment.

"Status confirmed to be correct."

Upon receiving the squad's reply, Atum stood up, put on his helmet, picked up his spear, and logged into the combat system: "Company Commander is back online. Begin assigning attack targets."

The combat team began to move, getting closer than before. Lady Clara was a formidable enemy that could not be ignored.

Airdrop pods continued to fall from the sky as the governor deployed reserve forces in response to the war situation.

Large war machines continued to land, super-heavy firepower was deployed, the battlefield continued to expand, and the fighting became increasingly intense.

Lady Clara discovered that humanity's military strength was insufficient, so she began to form a defensive line to protect the power supply device, hoping to rely on the shield for protection and wear down humanity through a protracted defensive battle.

As long as their shields remain intact, they are invincible.

Not only did she build a defensive line, but Lady Clara also discovered that mortals could hardly stop the superhuman warriors. After recalling some of the mortals, she abandoned the enslavement of the majority of them.

After losing control, most of the mortal slaves remained motionless, while a small number went completely mad and began to attack indiscriminately.

Li Tang once again deployed five pyramid hives to eliminate any potential threat from mortals, lest they be exploited by Lady Kra. The landing craft descended in tandem with the war machines, carrying Doom and Harlan, along with Obelisk.

Lady Clara, who was attacking humans, suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, a suffocating feeling welled up inside her, and the light of her psychic energy flickered like a candle in the wind.

They all looked up, their psychic-powered gazes searching for the source of the oppressive feeling.

The human landing ship was unremarkable. It spun in the air, its stern facing the battlefield, and three tall figures emerged.

The wind whipped his cloak into the wind as Doom stood at the stern, surveying the battlefield with his naked eye.

The battle was extremely fierce, with fighting taking place in every street. Support missiles flew everywhere, scorching beams of light shone brightly, and psionic energy surged wildly.

He sensed the alien's gaze and looked back. Lady Clara was heartbroken and lowered her head.

"Go!" Doom shouted, leaping off the landing ship and swooping down toward his chosen destination.

Harlan smiled at Obelisk, fastened his helmet, and followed the Oathkeeper off the ship, adjusting his posture as he chased after Doom.

Obelisk shook his head. It wouldn't be surprising if the master and servant did something crazy after gaining their freedom.

He activated his armor's powered parachute, leaped out of the landing craft, and followed the Primarch.

The three streaked across the sky, hurtling down rapidly. Missiles whizzed past them, and drones respawned in droves before heading to the battlefield.

No one paid them any attention. The warriors already knew that the Primarch was not part of the combat order and had only come down to check things out on his own.

Lady Clara, however, showed great interest in the people falling from the sky, forming a small team and rushing towards the expected landing point to ambush the source of the oppressive atmosphere.

boom! ! !
Doom crashed to the ground like a meteorite, creating a deep crater. Amidst the dust and smoke, he walked steadily out, clad in the armor of a consul.

"The armor is activated for the first time, and the program is beginning its self-check."

The power armor system started up, and the helmet's batwing visor flashed with light. The armor's functions flashed quickly, and a functional self-test began.

Since obtaining the Archon's Armor, Doom has never used it. He merely put it on briefly inside the Cube Prison without activating the system.

He was somewhat looking forward to this suit of armor.

"System startup successful."

The subtitles appeared and disappeared, all the functions of the power armor were activated, and everything captured by the sensors was displayed on the helmet projection.

Planetary gravity, atmospheric composition, air humidity, wind speed and direction, and species analysis.

The "Insight" power bestowed by the Void Dragon allows one to see through the material nature of the physical universe, analyze deep matter, and examine various dangers at both the macroscopic and microscopic levels.

Doom was naturally pleased with how powerful the insight function alone was.

However, his expression changed the next moment as he heard the arrogant and unrestrained voice of a certain god: "Heh! Heh! Heh! I have finally returned to the real universe!"

A phantom image popped up from the helmet projection; it was none other than Mag Radros, the Void Dragon, the master of the material universe.

Doom's expression changed drastically. His right hand moved with incredible speed, trying to activate the dimensional lasso to remove the governor's armor and throw it into the dimensional space.

The Lord of the Material Realm, whose consciousness has merged with the Archon's armor and smuggled himself into the Material Realm, will inevitably cause a great upheaval.

How did He do it? How did He evade the eyes of emperors and ancient saints?
"No! No! No!" The Void Dragon phantom saw through his actions and quickly raised its hand to explain, "My will is integrated into the armor, and Saint George and the Ancient Saints both know this."

Doom paused his movements, but didn't completely stop, and asked in a threatening low growl, "How did they know?"

"A secret deal." The Void Dragon sat smugly, arms crossed, hovering in the void. "He granted me some freedom of will, and in return, he received some scientific technology. Definitely a good deal!"

Hearing the Void Dragon say this, Doom was somewhat convinced.

An emperor is absolutely capable of doing things that harm others for his own benefit; for him, he would never hesitate to make a deal where the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

"I think you're dangerous." Doom continued moving, still insisting on taking off his armor, unwilling to trust the Void Dragon.

The gods are cunning and despicable; if they were to escape, they would surely exact a heavy revenge on humanity and the empire.

Unable to subdue himself, the Void Dragons will surely extend their revenge to the Nur Stars, ravaging the people of Nur.

"No, please!" the Void Dragon cried out in alarm, clearly panicked. "I am bound by the Archon Armor and can only exist as an intelligent being; I cannot escape this constraint."

"This is a deal between me and the Holy... Emperor. This part of my will serves the armor, and I can also take a look at the scenery outside the cage."

(End of this chapter)