Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 372 I will not accept your surrender

Doom's gaze passed over the Primal One approaching him, landing on the dark shadow behind it, illuminated by flickering firelight, and he asked in a low voice, "Why have you descended?"

The Primal One tilted its head slightly, a hint of confusion appearing on its ferocious face: "I told you before, I came here to find the divine artifact."

It answered the other party's question, but received no response whatsoever. The anger of being ignored surged into its heart, and it immediately wanted to fight to the death with the person in front of it.

However, just before it erupted, it suddenly realized—when had it become so irritable? It had lost its usual rationality.

Even when faced with something sought after for millennia, it can remain calm, sit down with humanity to negotiate, and use means to achieve its goal.

Why? My emotions are gradually getting out of control?

It shook its head vigorously, trying to dispel the bloodthirsty desire churning in its mind, but that desire, like a malignant tumor, took root and spread deep within its consciousness.

As they got closer, the Primal One realized that the human was not looking at him, but at what was behind him.

As if by some strange twist of fate, it lowered its guard, followed the human's gaze and looked behind it, then froze in place.

The flames flickered and should have cast multiple shadows, but there was only one shadow behind him, solid and almost tangible.

Darkness dwells within, and the seated evil god stretches its neck outward, its tongue licking the edge of reality, as if savoring the sweetness of blood to satisfy its endless bloodlust.

"Worshiping gods will ultimately lead to losing everything and being mercilessly mocked by them."

As the Primal One stood frozen in shock, Doom's voice rang out again, heavy with emotion: "Lady Kra's psychic powers are strong, but her size is too small to warrant the attention of an evil god; her understanding of deities remains shrouded in ignorance."

“You simply believe that the gods are generous and that you can receive blessings simply by worshipping them, but you have never truly understood them.”

"In the real universe, humans are the most gifted in psychic abilities, even surpassing the Eldar, who are known for their psychic abilities."

"The evil god's gaze is fixed on us, always wanting to put humans on the dinner table and then devour them clean."

"Threats will breed resistance. The human race has a much deeper understanding and knowledge of evil gods than you do."

As he walked, Doom took out his super shotgun, snapped it open with one hand, and loaded it with the Emperor's Blessed Golden Bullet.

The facts he stated are undeniable: the evil gods treat humanity as their "main course," constantly seeking to devour the human race to enhance their evil power.

The super shotgun reminded him of the Emperor.

Although that man was dictatorial, violent, stubborn, and viewed everything as a tool, he did not hesitate to trade and calculate.

But his love for the human race remained steadfast and unwavering.

He was the first to perceive the threat of chaos, he was the one who established the non-material defense line, and he was the one who faced the threat of the gods head-on.

Emperors always stand at the forefront, sheltering humanity from the wind and rain, and cherishing ideals to save the people they deeply love.

The most obvious point is that the Great Crusade started from Terra: the Astartes Legion eliminated mutants and restrained psykers; the Seventeenth Legion overthrew churches, destroyed religions, and cut off the potential contamination of Chaos.

The Imperial Truth promoted by the human empire greatly weakened the erosion of Chaos, preventing the gods from running rampant as before.

In this era, humanity was spared from being served at the table of evil gods entirely thanks to the Emperor. If he hadn't taken responsibility, the galaxy would have long since become a paradise for warp evil.

Therefore, Doom had a fair attitude towards the Emperor, recognizing the greatness of the Lord of Mankind and knowing the deep darkness beneath the glory.

Under the glorious wings of emperors, the human race was spared the storms of chaos.

"Who are you?" Before his consciousness was consumed by bloodlust, the Primal One managed to speak, wanting to know who the person before him was.

"Godslayer" Doom responded with a powerful and resounding roar as he began to accelerate.

"The enemy of the gods..."

Before consciousness completely faded into darkness, these were the last words the Primal One heard, but it was unable to respond.

Driven by darkness, its body lost all reason, its blood-red eyes filled only with lust for slaughter and destruction, turning it into a bloodthirsty beast.

"Kill him!" the Blood God roared from the shadows, his words causing a raging sea of ​​blood to rise in the real universe, pointing the way for the bloodthirsty beast.

A fierce battle erupted! A murderous aura swept across the land!
The monster created by the Blood God in his leisure time burst forth with incredible speed, its wings parting fire and smoke, and its palms forming two flaming battle axes.

Doom's question went unanswered, and he said no more, charging straight at the demonized body of the Primal One.

hum~~~
The whole world seemed... no! The whole world was trembling!

Lady Clara's body burst into crimson flames. Driven by the consciousness of the Primal One, she sacrificed her soul, causing the real universe to become subspaced, amplifying and maintaining her demonic body within the real universe.

The Blood Demon transformed into a crimson meteor, unleashing its spiritual energy and allowing its speed to break through the limitations of physical laws.

The eight-meter-tall demonic body moved swiftly, appearing in front of Doom with a downward axe strike and a horizontal sweeping axe strike.

Instead of retreating, Doom charged forward into the Blood Demon's attack range, his left hand reaching upward to catch the demon's downward-slashing forearm. Thud!
What seemed like a simple, ordinary contact erupted into a terrifying sonic wave, blowing away the flames and blood energy, and cracking the earth.

A moment of bewilderment struck the Blood Demon's pure fighting spirit; it couldn't understand why its earth-shattering strike had been caught so easily.

With one hand catching the downward slash, Doom acted without hesitation, raising his super shotgun, aiming at Blood Demon's armpit, and pulling the trigger.

A burst of golden light erupted, unleashing the power of the Emperor and severing the demon's robust right arm.

Crimson demonic blood spurted out, igniting demonic flames wherever it passed, only to be quickly extinguished under Doom's suppression, turning into a filthy swamp.

"Roar!!"

The pain of losing his arm caused the demon to roar in agony. The severed arm was flung away by immense force, fell helplessly, and burst into flames, burning itself to death.

This is not over yet!

With a thought, Doom's left arm armor extended and the blade popped out. The icy blade of death ruthlessly pierced the Blood Demon's left arm, severing its arm tendons.

In a single encounter, the ferocious and terrifying creation of the Blood God lost its advantage of using its hands and became a lamb to the slaughter.

"Unrivaled in might!"

Seeing the power of the Father of Genesis, the Doomsday Warrior was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't help but roar in support.

They slammed their gun butts on the ground, the metal striking the stone slabs with a resounding, drum-like sound, cheering on the Primarch.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The Blood Demon, stumbling backward, let out a deep laugh, its ugly mouthparts flying out saliva carrying filthy blood poison, showing no sign of weakness.

“Doom…”

It growled, dark shadows merged into its body, and Khorne called out Doom's name.

But this time, he was met with cold, sharp swords.

Doom lost interest in investigating; why the Blood God had descended was no longer important, banishing Him was the only right thing to do.

His movements were fluid and graceful, leaving afterimages in the air. With a flick of his right hand, he broke open the breech, ejected the spent cartridge, and reloaded the gun in an instant.

Golden light flashed again, and the Blood Demon's left leg was severed at the root, with evil marrow flowing from its thigh bone marrow. Its massive body fell to the left.

"Give me the Ring of Chaos..." The Blood God's will briefly possessed him, revealing the true purpose of his trip: "It's a big problem."

"Absolutely impossible!"

Refusing to be decisive and leaving no room for negotiation, Doom continued his work without stopping, spinning around to appear behind Blood Demon.

He tossed the super shotgun into the air, its extendable blade popping out to reveal its sharpness, his arm moving so fast it left afterimages.

The Blood Demon felt the blade pierce his body, the coldness extinguishing his rage. The blade pierced his heart and severed his spine, causing his upper body to completely lose support.

“I don’t know what it is,” Doom said, grabbing the Blood Demon’s wing roots with both arms and stomping on its spine with his boots. His eyes narrowed and his breath was low as he growled, “But I will never give it to you!”

He suddenly exerted his strength, pulling the demon out from behind and flinging it away like trash.

By the time the Primarch Guard reacted, the Father of Genetics had already knocked the demon to the ground, stepped on its back, and caught the super shotgun.

"mighty!"

No other words could describe it; the warriors shouted in unison, their voices hoarse, applauding the might of their King of Warriors.

Doom stomped on the Blood Demon's back, a super shotgun pressed against the back of its head: "Chaos God, go back to your domain. The real universe does not belong to you."

"Wait!" Blood God's Will shouted just before he pulled the trigger.

bang——

Gunshots rang out, and Doom did not hesitate because of the Blood God's words. He decisively pulled the trigger and smashed His head to pieces.

"Want to beg for mercy?" His words were full of sarcasm, as if mocking the Blood God's cowardice: "I do not accept your surrender."

Doom knew that the Blood God would not beg for mercy; He simply had something to say.

He didn't want to hear any explanation from the Blood God, interrupting His words with the word "end," and then offering a cowardly farewell, leaving the god to return to his domain with a belly full of anger.

The Blood Demon's corpse slowly fell, turning into ashes and sparks that dissipated, its filthy body completely vanishing.

The physical vessel disappeared, and a surge of furious, blood-red light shot into the sky, carrying its fury as it broke through the spatial veil and returned to the subspace.

(End of this chapter)