Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 378 Pandora

“The father of genes is six light-years away,” Li Tang provided the coordinates, “where a scattered star region has been discovered, where some new alien race has been found.”

“You are really good.” Saint Gilles’ beautiful eyes were fixed on his brother’s offspring, and his praise never stopped.

By offering the coordinates, Li Tang was essentially issuing a dismissal order, entrusting the relationship, which required careful consideration, to the Father of the Legion.

But the process was extremely polite, and even if one saw through the purpose, it was difficult to feel any ill will.

Li Tang remained silent and did not back down. He looked directly into the eyes of the Gene Primarch, and with his right fist pressed against his chest, he made a warrior's salute in farewell.

Holographic communication was interrupted, and the three warships re-entered subspace, heading into the depths of the starry sea to search for the Warrior King's whereabouts.

His dark eyes reflected the light of the subspace as he waited for the fleet to disappear from his sight. The smile on Li Tang's face vanished, replaced by solemnity.

He stood by the porthole and whispered, "Can the Emperor tolerate his mutation?"

As a Terran warrior, Li Tang had followed the Lord of Man for many years, slaying the Night Warlords and purging the Thunder Warriors, and believed he had some basic understanding of the Emperor.

That man who shoulders the responsibility of all humanity can tolerate everything for the sake of a great cause, but he has no tolerance for genetic mutations and wishes he could get rid of them as soon as possible.

Li Tang pondered for a long time without an answer. He thought that he had been away from the emperor for a long time, and perhaps the man's mentality had changed.

"Notify the Primarch..."

He gave up halfway through his sentence.

He rubbed his temples, stepped off the bridge, and planned to get some rest.

The Father of Genetics abandoned his legions to explore the void alone, and now trouble has arisen. Let's give him a "surprise"...

The once glorious ship fell silent, most of its lights were turned off, and it hid among the stars of the Milky Way, awaiting the return of the legion.

Six light-years away from the Gradus World, there exist multiple galaxies, floating on the edge of obscurity.

The massive aircraft carrier shut down its external lights, hiding in the void. Doom, on the lower deck, peered down at the world below through the panoramic glass viewing window with great interest.

The sun of this galaxy is a bright yellow dwarf star, 1.5 times brighter and 1.1 times more massive than Terra.

The system has relatively few planets and four uninhabitable resource worlds, making it slightly more prosperous than other peripheral systems.

The fifth orbit of the star is a supergiant planet, with a beautiful, mysterious pale blue body and a dark blue eye near the equator, like a giant eye gazing into the void.

The gas giant is massive, with fourteen moons, one of which is the size of Terra. It has bizarre jungles and vast oceans, and its biosphere is extremely thriving, with native, highly intelligent species.

The local species call the world Eva, meaning "great mother".

But now, this beautiful world is being invaded by humans who are plundering its rich mineral resources.

Several inefficient solar sail ships, hovering in high orbit, released ground troops and descended into the world humans called "Pandora" to attack the local natives.

"Ha~ha~ha~" Harlan's wild laughter rang out, "You mean, after a long time, you believe you are the only humans in the universe?"

The champion swordsman smiled happily. Kneeling in front of him was a middle-aged man in military uniform, with the rank of colonel. His hands were tied behind his back, his face was resolute, his body was strong, his short white hair was spirited, and his eyes were sinister and ruthless.

The middle-aged man had a translator hanging around his neck; his language was not High Gothic, but one of the many Low Gothic languages.

“Yes, sir.” The colonel knelt down, looking at the white-armored warrior before him with obvious admiration in his eyes. He answered all questions without reservation: “Our planet has no historical records of other humans, nor any ancient technological remnants. Scientists believe that we evolved from apes and are the only human species in the universe.”

The stranger was majestic and powerful. Faced with such an extraordinary being, the colonel answered truthfully, daring not to conceal anything.

These "humans" before me entered the heavily guarded military camp and silently abducted me; their origins are quite mysterious.

Moreover, this enormous warship could not be built even with the combined power of the entire Homeworld; the technology it utilizes far exceeds our imagination.

"It's unbelievable that in such a remote and impoverished place on the edge of the galaxy, there is not only a planet teeming with life, but also a completely forgotten human race."

“You guys are really something.” Harlan squatted down in front of the colonel, lightly tapping the panoramic glass with his gauntlet to bring up a holographic image: “You’ve really come from afar to secure resources.” The projection showed the solar sail spaceship, which, under the oracle scan of the Nur warship, held no secrets.

The spacecraft is less than two kilometers long. The front end has a solar sail, the middle section carries the crew's living quarters, and the tail has a huge nozzle and a spherical fuel tank, all connected by a high-strength keel.

Within the living area, there is very little space for movement; most of the space is occupied by hibernation pods, providing a place to hibernate during long journeys.

The spaceship logs show that it takes humans 6.75 years to travel one way from their home world to Pandora, and this is the second time they have come here.

It was precisely because the intense light emitted during the spaceship's deceleration during its first arrival was detected by the Nour warship's oracle that Dum came to investigate.

"Let him go." Doom stood at a distance, with Obelisk beside him, arms crossed, looking down at the world of Pandora, his interest undiminished.

Harlan untied the colonel's restraints, grabbed him by the belt as if he were a chick, and brought him before Doom: "State your name."

"Reporting, sir!" The colonel stood tall and straight, his voice firm and resonant: "My name is Miles Quaritch, and I hold the rank of colonel in our regiment!"

“He’s a good soldier.” Doom nodded slightly to the colonel. He could tell that the colonel was very proud of his military status.

The simple, ordinary praise made Miles feel his knees go weak, and he involuntarily wanted to kneel down.

The person before me has a heroic and awe-inspiring face, deep and rational eyes, a body full of strength and rationality, outstanding leadership qualities, and an extraordinary charm that exudes approachability.

With just a word or a glance, he can win over even the most resilient warriors, making them follow him without hesitation.

"What do you think of the local natives?" The great man's tone was calm, yet it exuded a unique majesty, like a thunderclap in one's ears.

coming!

The colonel's heart tightened; he knew he was being tested. His next response would determine the attitude of these adults before him.

"The indigenous people are called the Na'vi, and some people believe that we should coexist peacefully with them..."

"Stop!" Harlan interrupted him rudely, saying in a flat tone, "Don't talk about others, just say your own opinion."

Miles's face darkened. He had never been so tense since joining the army, as if the fate of the entire nation rested on his shoulders.

Faced with the mysterious "master's" question, his gaze sharpened, disregarding everything else, and a ruthless light flashed deep in his eyes: "Those blue-skinned aliens should be conquered by humans, freeing up their living space, and all of them should be sent to the mining areas to mine!"

After he finished speaking, he felt extremely arrogant, and all the pent-up frustration vanished.

Recently, scientists who are unaware of the harsh realities of survival have been advocating for harmonious coexistence with extraterrestrials. This dangerous idea has begun to influence some soldiers with wavering resolve.

Regardless of the outcome, I've gone all out today. I have to speak my mind in front of important figures, no matter what happens after I die!
Doom remained silent, his expression calm and noncommittal.

“Not bad, young man, you have some awareness.” Harlan stepped forward and patted the colonel on the shoulder, his long tone filled with satisfaction, but also a hint of disappointed regret: “You have awareness, but you’re too kind!”

“The aliens must be exterminated.” His words carried a stern tone: “And those who advocate coexistence and those who surrender, all of them should have their prefrontal cortex removed and be sent to mines and do endless labor to pay for their ignorance for the rest of their lives.”

Miles Quaritch's pupils dilated. After listening to the admonition, his eyes suddenly felt sore, and a smooth road stretched out before him.

"Please teach me, sir!" Miles willingly knelt on the ground, his forehead bleeding from the kowtow.

He could tell that the adults who had invited him deeply hated aliens and were acting with swift and decisive action.

"Get up." The exceptionally imposing man spoke again, his tone casual yet still exuding unparalleled majesty.

Miles didn't want to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey; the instinctive awe materialized and transcended his own thoughts.

“Show your skills and determination.” The holographic glass beneath Doom’s feet magnified, revealing the human bases on the planet: “As the highest-ranking security officer of the base, if you cannot control the base, your abilities are highly questionable.”

Miles realized that he was too weak to be noticed by adults.

"I understand what you mean." He smeared blood on his face, revealing a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with increasing intensity, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "The base needs a voice that commands absolute authority!"

(End of this chapter)