Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 39 That Man
A genetic engineer stood before the operating table, and without any anesthesia, manipulated an auxiliary arm to use a cold laser to break open Li Tang's sternum and implant a genetic seed.

For a week, the emperor stayed by Li Tang's side.

The Imperial Guards stood silently by his side, protecting the Lord of Mankind.

Staff members took turns monitoring every physiological change in Li Tang to obtain detailed information about the No. 21 gene seed.

No matter how many times he saw it, the genetic engineer was still amazed by the transformation of life from the inside out.

While Li Tang was asleep, his weakened body was revitalized, and his genetic seeds continuously released genetic information, reshaping his physical body from the inside out.

A miraculous thing was happening quietly: the subject's broken lower leg healed on its own, and his body gradually developed, eventually becoming a nearly three-meter-tall body lying on the operating table.

"Ugh." With a groan in his sleep, the genetic engineer was startled. While maintaining his life, he looked hopefully at the emperor sitting on the stone throne.

Everything proceeded as planned, and everything had reached that crucial point in time.

The moment his bodily functions ceased to grow, the emperor abruptly rose from his seat, sensing an inexplicable phenomenon.

Li Tang's soul still exists, but it has disappeared from both the real universe and the subspace!
The emperor walked to the operating table, placed his hand on Li Tang's heaving chest, and sensed the changes inside his body.

The simultaneous disappearance of the soul's physical universe and the subspace was a bizarre event that happened before the Emperor's eyes, and he had to take it seriously.

Every person's soul, whether strong or weak, has a projection in the subspace.

Even the "soulless" will project a void black hole in the warp due to their empty souls.

No soul can escape the warp!
The emperor was now inexplicably tense, and all his attention was focused on Li Tang, searching for any clues.

Finally, the emperor sensed a unique fluctuation of the soul in the area of ​​his chest.

When Li Tang woke up again, he quickly sensed the changes in his body.

She was still small and thin, but the injury on her leg had inexplicably healed. Looking up, she saw an endless desert, the sky tinged with an eerie orange-red, and a howling wind raging through the air.

"Is this what it looks like after death?" He didn't understand why he was walking naked in the desert.

Perhaps he never stopped performing surgeries and died on the operating table.

"Alright!" Li Tang suddenly smiled with relief, feeling much lighter. Finally, he could put down his burdens and get a good rest.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a faint red light appeared below his field of vision.

Li Tang looked down and discovered that a red rune mark had been imprinted on his soft, sunken chest, emitting a faint glow like breath.

Before he could understand why the rune mark had appeared on his chest, he felt a dense sensation under his feet.

The blood-red sand became damp, muddy and slippery. Grab a handful and squeeze it hard, and slippery blood seeped out of the sand!

Li Tang was shocked. He didn't bother to examine the mark on his chest. He staggered back a few steps and hurriedly shook off the blood and sand in his hand.

The moment he looked up, the sight horrified him: the desert was now teeming with all sorts of terrifying monsters.

Their appearances are terrifying and bizarre, as if they have stepped out of a nightmare. They share certain characteristics, proving that they belong to the same species.

They have spiral horns on their heads and hooves similar to those of even-toed ungulates. They are strong and powerful, with a violent force flowing between their pale muscles.

Their claws and teeth were ferocious, pitch black, and ancient; their faces were terrifying and grotesque, lacking noses and eyes, with blood-red, sinister light emanating from their eye sockets; and a supernatural power flowed through their sinful bodies.

The word "demon" exudes primal evil and is imprinted on the mind of the Li Tang dynasty.

An endless army of demons roared and howled as waves crashed against the small and fragile Li Tang.

At the same time, the mark on his chest shone brightly, and a surge of anger erupted, rushing into his heart.

A chilling message flashed through my mind: "Kill! Or be killed!"

His teeth clenched so tightly they sizzled, his hatred erupting completely. His hands clenched into fists, cracking loudly, and the few muscles remaining in his legs tensed. Kill?

Li Tang glanced at the demon's incredibly strong body, then at his own thin arms and legs, and quickly surveyed his surroundings, trying to find some useful cover.

As a result, although there were several boulders in the blood-red desert, they were of no use, as hordes of demons surged in from all directions!
"I'm going to slaughter you all!" A roar echoed across the crimson wasteland!
Realizing there was no way out, Li Tang clenched his fists and charged at the demons with a ferocious expression, determined to tear them apart alive!

Then, in the next instant, everything went black, and a demon with two wings on its back quickly appeared next to Li Tang, piercing his chest with a claw.

From the outside, the Emperor saw the gene seed spread out into a blood-red barrier, completely enveloping Li Tang's body.

The emperor used his spiritual energy to probe the edge of the barrier, trying to enter and explore its secrets. On the operating table, Li Tang's body suddenly shuddered, his chest burst open, and scalding blood gushed out!

A mysterious wound has appeared!

The gene sorcerer was in a hurry and immediately stepped forward to skillfully activate the life support device, injecting various life support drugs.

The emperor's expression was serious; he knew the specific reason. Li Tang's soul had been damaged within the barrier, and the gene seed, acting as a connecting medium, had caused the damage to also manifest in his physical body.

With his finger touching his brow, the Emperor focused his will into a steel needle, which he slowly inserted into the gene seed to find the root of the problem.

As the emperor's powerful consciousness pierced through the barrier and entered a hazy, blood-red aura, he stared in surprise at his own hands, which were long, delicate, and youthful, reminiscent of his childhood.

He was shirtless, wearing only linen trousers, with his black hair draped over his chest and back, shedding his world-weariness and pretense, returning to his original, true self.

He is that boy who still cherishes his dreams.

Without hesitation, the Emperor raised his hand and gently waved it away, dispelling the crimson mist. Under his immense power, the mist gradually dissipated, but fragments of illusions were projected onto the Emperor.

Even though he lived to see the world, the emperor was still moved; he was awestruck by everything he saw.

In the chaotic spacetime, a humanoid creature wearing dark green technological armor appeared. Even though he did not reveal his true appearance, the Emperor was certain that the person was human.

Holding a primitive, ancient double-barreled musket, he shattered time and space, traversed all calamities and balances, and slaughtered demons and hunted monsters in the endless cycles of various dimensions.

He ruthlessly trampled the blood-red wasteland of hell.

A being comparable to the Four Gods, an eternal and immortal Titan demon—a being so powerful that it could cause dimensions to collapse and reality to crumble—was shattered by that man.

That man rode the torrent of time, slaughtering his way down from the primordial era, purging every demon from every timeline, and leaving the fiery hell in utter chaos.

With a sword of judgment and a double-barreled musket, he made demons taste pain and made hell, formed from the concept of "evil," tremble in fear.

He remained silent throughout, his cold and cruel soul devoid of any emotion, yet burning with boundless rage towards the very existence of demons.

His eternal rage burns fiercely across the timeline, his name echoes throughout infinite dimensions, and countless demons in the multiverse both fear and worship him, proclaiming his existence:
DOOM! Doom!
He brought down Heaven, defeated the gods, slaughtered demons, and turned the fiery hell into a silent land.

He remained silent throughout; he continued to kill.

When the final battle between the Creator and the Doomsday Warrior arrived, the Creator was defeated, and the Doomsday Warrior fell into a deep sleep.

A fragment of essence drifted into the gaps of the universe, its whereabouts unknown.

In this world-shaking battle, even though they were separated by endless time and space, the primordial aura leaked from both sides in the illusion made the emperor feel immense pressure.

The boy, a manifestation of the Emperor's consciousness, had red, tear-filled eyes and a smile that gradually turned into a loud laugh. He knew everything and had never felt such joy.

He knew where that red spirit had ultimately ended up.

The emperor investigated countless times the red soul that the four gods cared about, wondering why the evil god cared about it.

When the doubts deep in my heart vanished at this moment, the answer was so wonderful.

　Weasel: "I regret it so much! I gave this kind of big brother 'freedom'!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)