Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 359 Watch Me Slay the Enemy

“Right now, I am merely a will, surviving on the data of the armor. I have no power of physical laws and pose no threat to you.” The Void Dragon sighed helplessly, spreading its arms to state a powerless fact: “If I had the ability to leave, I would have already drifted away. There is a lot of technological equipment here.”

Doom stopped moving; what the Void Dragon said was true.

As the overlord of the material realm, if He still possesses power, He can depart through technology and matter with a mere thought.

He slowly lowered his raised arm and asked with a hint of doubt, "You once said that you would sit and watch the universe perish without being destroyed, so why did you come to the outside world?"

The Void Dragon did not answer; its projection vanished inside the helmet, leaving behind a mocking laugh: "Witness your path to god-slaying, witness the end of the human race..."

"Your enemy has arrived."

Doom looked up at the edge of the city. A group of Mrs. Krak rushed out after confirming their direction and charged straight at him.

The alien race is exceptionally strong individually, and their poor formations reveal that they rely more on psionic individual combat than on teamwork.

The governor detects the enemy and begins to analyze its specific form, racial ecology, formation flaws, charge speed, hostility, and distance.

The data analysis of Mrs. Clara was displayed on the lens through the data from the Star God.

The "Insight" ability of the Archon Armor allows it to see through the physical universe, digitize everything within its field of vision, and extract the most important information to present.

Lady Clara's bloodshot eyes narrowed, revealing astonishment and horror at the life form before her.

This human being... a life form, was far larger than ordinary humans, and emanated a strong suppressive force of psychic energy centered on Him.

He simply stood there, emanating a chilling aura; the psychic radiance weakened as one approached, and the mind lost connection with the warp.

At a distance, Kraf inserted his mouthpiece into the flintlock musket, and dark saliva condensed into subspace fragments, which were then inserted into the chamber.

puff~
The alien flintlock musket was fired, but there was no spark at the muzzle. Instead, a purple circular array pattern erupted, and subspace energy burst forth!

The purple light, carrying a dim and chaotic glow, tore through the void and shot towards the tall human figure at six times the speed of sound.

Doom stood still as warp fragments tore through the void and hurtled towards him, but he made no attempt to dodge, wanting to test the power of the Archon armor.

The destructive psionic energy was ferocious and terrifying, distorting the forests in its wake, twisting and swirling the weeds along its path, and carving out a subspace rift.

This terrifying, unclean power has polluted the real world, and it comes with a death-defying intent!

But a surprising reality has occurred!

The initial ferocity of the gunshot subsided as it approached Doom, gradually dissipating into a glow and vanishing into a futile struggle.

Mrs. Clara was shocked; they were howling with inspiration at the absurdity of what they were witnessing.

The power of the subspace on which they depend for survival crumbled as soon as they approached the mysterious humans, how powerless and ironic!

He seemed to be the natural enemy of psychic powers, suppressing all illusory and supernatural forces.

Doom stood still, equally surprised. The warp flintlock rifle was incredibly powerful, and the bullets it fired dissipated in front of him.

Although he knew he possessed psychic abilities, he wasn't strong enough to directly dispel subspace crystals.

"The armor forged from the fragments of the Star God can anchor itself to reality, and combined with your characteristics, it can naturally negate illusory spiritual energy."

A deep, magnetic male voice rang out. The Void Dragon did not appear; the answer was given by the torrent of data.

“I see.” Doom stretched his body, the Archon’s armor felt as light as a feather, his movements were effortless, and he watched as the psionic energy in front of him turned to ashes.

He retrieved a deep blue lightsaber from the dimensional rift, aimed it at Lady Kra who was closing in, and prepared to fire a dimensional beam to kill the enemy blocking his way.

"Wait!!" A roar accompanied by a whooshing sound came as Harlan Oglie closed his gravity umbrella and landed in a half-crouch position, holding the Dark Light.

The champion swordsman rolled to cushion his landing and landed in front of Doom. The white-armored warrior stood in front of his master, his spear held horizontally across his chest, his eyes beneath his helmet unwavering.

"I am Harlan Ogrivi, Champion Swordsman, Oathkeeper." Harlan stood with his spear held high, like a white wall guarding the main domain, blocking King Norwick's path and protecting the Oathkeeper.

As they assumed battle stances, a deep voice roared, "I am the Oath Guardian, let me slaughter these filthy creatures."

"Champion Swordsman, can you do it?" Obelisk landed, pulled his legs out of the mud, and asked with a hint of doubt.

The Legion's guards' inquiry was not dismissive, but simply out of concern. Obelisk held Harlan Ogrivi in ​​high regard, though he wasn't entirely familiar with the legendary warrior's strength.

Harlan was much taller than the Night Guard, and his legendary past was the most dazzling in Nur's vast records.

However, many records about him have been deleted, or perhaps the father of genes carried it out himself, hiding many secrets.

“Young man,” Harlan chuckled, the dark light in his hand dancing like a spear shadow, his eyes fixed on Lady Kra: “Although I despise the gaze of the evil god, His selection of warriors is quite fair.”

"I am a warrior favored by Khorne, and I naturally possess the strength to match him."

"Son of Doom," he glanced back at Obelisk, gripped the Dark Light tightly, and charged toward Lady Kra, the howling wind carrying the warrior's wild cry: "Behold my slaying of the enemy's head!"

With arrogant confidence, the champion warrior charged at Lady Kra.

Obelisk stood beside the father of genetics, watching Harlan's every move closely, examining his actions, and getting to know this legend he rarely had the chance to meet.

The fact that the father of genetics did not stop it shows that he had full confidence in the power of the champion swordsman.

Despite his confidence, Obelisk gripped his weapon tightly. He was cautious by nature and always ready to support the champion swordsman.

Lady Clara is exceptionally powerful, exceeding human limits. It takes the combined efforts of several brothers and the Imperial Guard, along with the heavy firepower of the Iron Man, to kill her.

Moreover, the Legion Brothers have the advantage of psionic immunity compared to the Night Guards.

Harlan's arrogant counter-charge drew the attention of the serious soldiers, who were filled with both anticipation and worry.

“Relax,” Doom whispered, trying to ease his son’s tension. “He is a true warrior, a figure that Khorne would take notice of.”

He looked up at the sky, gazing at the sky illuminated by the flames of war, and the gaze of the gods descended upon him.

The evil god's gaze pierced through the veil, casting its light from the warp into the real universe, watching over the warriors He favored and admiring the thrilling battle.

Lady Clara manipulates psychic powers, the barrier between reality and illusion is extremely weak, blood flows on the battlefield, and Khorne casts his gaze from the throne.

He sat up straight from his throne, his bloodshot gaze sweeping over Doom and settling on Harlan.

"Disgusting alien!"

The white figure, rushing forward, boots kicking up mud, spear flashing in the darkness, roared with an awe-inspiring power: "Give me your head!"

His furious roar drew attention and echoed through the heavens, crimson lightning fell from the void, and the evil god beat the war drums for his chosen warrior.

A crimson mist enveloped Harlan, transforming into crimson meteors, each footprint oozing blood, accompanied by Khorne's unrestrained laughter.

The aura of the Blood God was spreading. Lady Kra, who was sensitive to psychic energy, could not resist the killing intent. Her crimson eyes turned even redder, and she brought her hands together to launch a high-frequency vibrating blade.

For some reason, they felt a surge of bloodlust and unconsciously put down their ranged weapons to engage in a glorious battle with melee weapons.

Lady Clara attacked from three directions, her weapon distorting the void as she slashed at the wild man who was roaring wildly.

"Come on!" Harlan's expression was ferocious, his teeth grinding together as he unleashed his murderous intent with wildness, resisting the surge of bloodlust within him.

He stared at the enemy ahead; his cognitive shield could not block his vision, and he could see every move the alien made.

"I have fought countless evil gods in countless dreams," he said, his eyes blazing with fury.

The light of darkness pierced the night's glow, penetrating the alien's throat from an unbelievable angle, and the creature died before its incredulous eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Clara's body went limp and collapsed, rolling helplessly at Doom's feet.

Obelisk suppressed his astonishment and dragged the filthy alien away, lest it taint the eyes of the Father of Genetics.

Doom observed intently, his brow slightly raised, his expression a complex mix of admiration.

In terms of martial arts skills alone, his old friend had transcended the mortal realm and reached an inconceivable level.

Harlan Ogrivey, who was being watched by the evil god, fought against Khorne in a dream. After decades of fighting against the god, his martial arts skills can be called "the best in the galaxy"!
"Though there is no victory!"

Ogrivi, standing ahead, was drawing the dark light of his spear inward, absorbing the life force of the dead, showing no signs of fatigue.

(End of this chapter)