Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 55 Setting Off Towards Truth

Gu Ya's eyes were filled with helplessness, almost bursting into tears. It cried out loudly like a fart demon, its expression extremely ugly and frustrated.

As it turns out, when a creature is speechless to the extreme, it can laugh.

It laughed helplessly, then felt itself lose its balance, and its eight-meter-tall body crashed to the ground.

In ultra-fast two-dimensional combat, a brief period of airtime means being completely unable to resist.

Now that Koga's right leg has been severed and his left leg, which is supporting him, has been tripped, there is a subtle moment when he falls and completely loses his ability to resist.

Before Doom's movements were over, he seized the opportunity, raising his battle axe from below, from his right waist to his left armpit, and cleaved Guya in two diagonally.

Dimensional light blades flew everywhere, leaving perfectly smooth wounds, and incidentally removing the ancient tooth's heart to prevent it from reviving again.

Everyone on the battlefield noticed the two who had emerged victorious: Doom remained standing, while Guya lay on the ground.

Just like before, nothing different.

However, the scene they saw was slightly different. The moment Gu Ya's fierce shout of "Die!" reached their ears, they saw it crash to the ground.

The stark contrast is quite amusing.

Before the orcs could even cheer, and before the Night Guards could even worry, everything was over.

Having done everything and completely rendered Ancient Orcs incapable of fighting, Doom looked down at him with a mocking gaze: "Ancient Orcs? Nothing special!"

That being said, Doom felt a sense of relief, glad that he had been able to quickly kill this troublesome enemy.

Because he could see strands of almost transparent silk connecting Guya to all the orcs.

If this is not resolved quickly, it will inevitably become a huge hidden danger, and may even introduce new variables into this battle.

"Any last words, my friend?" Doom asked softly, a relaxed smile on his face, the axe blade pressed against Ancient Tooth's thick neck.

Along the way, Doom nurtured Guya and witnessed its growth, and he didn't mind seeing his old friend off.

Gu Ya smiled with relief.

At this moment, it can also let go of everything and shed those responsibilities that it should not bear.

“Accept my gift,” Ancient Tooth raised his left hand, tightly grasped the only remaining large tooth in his lower jaw, pried it off with all his might, and held it up to Doom: “A tooth of an ancient orc, the only one of its kind in the universe, the greatest respect of an orc.”

Doom reached out and took it, solemnly tucking it into his waistband. He glanced one last time at the barely breathing Guya and said, "Thank you."

Doom had a different expectation for Guya.

The orcs' Waaaaaagh force field is full of infinite possibilities, and it is highly likely that they passed through the dimensional transformation shield of the Nur Ring under the influence of the force field.

What if we change our approach and use the orcs' Waaaaaagh force field to leave Nur?
It's a pity. The orcs' simple minds are filled with violence and a search for violence.

The orc leader is somewhat intelligent, but relying on his emotional thinking makes concrete cooperation impossible.

He shook his head regretfully and then beheaded Gu Ya.

The death of the orc leader generated a unique shockwave, causing the orcs to lose their courage to fight. Looking back at the place where Guya had fallen, their faces showed fear, and the battle line collapsed in an instant. They wept bitterly and fled in all directions.

Doom's arrangements were meticulously planned, and this place was a carefully chosen burial ground for the orcs.

The Night Guards sealed off the battlefield, and the routed orc remnants fled through the hunting grounds, futilely wasting their energy.

Soon after defeating the Ancient Tooth, Doom rejoined the hunt, working with the main force to annihilate the orcs.

With Doom's arrival, the last orc's head was severed in less than ten minutes, marking the complete end of Nur's greenskin crisis.

The orcs, who once drove humanity to the brink of extinction, have been completely purified, and the people of Nur are no longer threatened by the green-skinned orcs.

"A glorious victory!"

Harlan's white power armor was stained red with blood. He stood atop an orc war machine, his spear piercing an orc's head, and shouted victory.

"victory!!!"

The Night Guard raised his arms and shouted, his fatigue washed away by the joy of victory.

They finally achieved a complete victory, successfully purifying the land of Nur and eradicating the green blemishes from this brilliant planet.

At that moment, the Night Guard looked at the giant, Doom, who was holding the head of the orc leader.

They chanted his name: "Doom! Doom! Doom!"

Under the leadership of their war lord, they were invincible and achieved incredible victories.

"This victory doesn't belong to me alone; it belongs to every soldier and everyone who has contributed to this battle!" Doom's deep voice drowned out the soldiers' cheers.

His deep voice, no longer impassioned, carried a heart-wrenching sorrow that resonated with every soldier: "For this glorious moment, some have left us forever, returning to Nur's embrace." "The lives they sacrificed, the cornerstone of our victory, deserve even more our celebration!"

"Glory to the fallen!" Doom led the shout, offering glory to every fallen comrade.

"Glory belongs to the departed!" The Night Guard stood ramrod straight, his deep roar utterly solemn.

After a brief celebration, the soldiers finished their unfinished work by gathering the orc corpses and burning them together.

"Here you go." Doom approached Harlan, who was squatting and resting, and handed him the enormous head of the Ancient Tooth.

Harlan has a personal hobby of collecting the skulls of powerful enemies, and his home is filled with the skulls of various powerful creatures.

For him, Gu Ya's head was a perfect collectible.

Harlan's eyes lit up, and he jumped up, reaching out to catch it, only to hear a painful hiss: "Hiss~"

"Are you hurt?" Doom reached out his large hand and quickly supported Harlan, who was swaying, asking with concern, "Who could have hurt you?"

In his calculations, almost no one on this battlefield, apart from Guya, could injure Harlan.

"It's nothing, who could hurt me?" Harlan looked disdainful, but his tone was somewhat annoyed: "Near the end of the battle, the orcs' trash cannon misfired, and a shell knocked me away."

With that, he lifted the cloak covering his breastplate, revealing a gruesome gash that tore the power armor apart from left to right. The shell was still embedded in the chest armor, leaving his chest a bloody mess.

The wound was deep enough to expose the bone, and several ribs in the chest were broken, with a faintly visible, beating heart.

Doom looked serious and quickly helped him sit down.

"Laugh if you want to." Harlan noticed an abnormal twitching in Doom's face, clearly caused by suppressing laughter.

In the end, Doom didn't laugh; his excellent body control easily suppressed any urge to smile.

"Have the medical officer treat you. Once the incineration is complete, we need to get back on our way and not delay our journey."

“I’ve already notified them. We’ll have to wait a bit. Someone else is more seriously injured than me.” Harlan nodded and took the head from Doom.

He took out a delicate little knife and, while waiting, began skinning the orc leader's head.

"But what about you? Is your hand alright?" Harlan's gaze fell on Doom's palm, his tone filled with concern. "This is the first time I've seen you injured."

“It’s nothing.” Doom smiled and raised the back of his hand, the skin of which shone with a healthy glow, without the previous open wounds: “It has healed a long time ago.”

When he defeated Guya, his wounds were almost completely healed, and the whole process took less than five seconds.

“I didn’t expect I had self-healing abilities.” Doom raised an eyebrow at Harlan, his gaze lingering on the scar on Harlan’s chest with a hint of smugness.

"Are you bored?" Harlan's expression was stiff, his pale face from blood loss looked even worse, and the slight twitching of his lips betrayed his displeasure.

“Strictly speaking, I’m quite idle.” Doom replied seriously, “I spend three seconds thinking, then a few minutes deploying the plan, and then I have nothing to do.”

"…………"

Harlan lowered his head and remained silent, taking several deep breaths before beginning to deal with Gu Ya's head.

Doom turned and left triumphantly, no longer disturbing Harlan's rest, and returned to the war fortress, for he indeed had many matters that urgently needed to be dealt with.

Before the command throne, a large amount of post-war information needed approval, and the Night Guard awaited further instructions.

While issuing the instructions, Doom was thinking.

Who is that man in black robes, and why can he make Gu Ya transform and unleash strength close to his own?
If the mysterious man can use that power an unlimited number of times, his existence is extremely dangerous.

Now Doom can confirm one thing: the mysterious person who possesses mysterious power is not on the side of the orcs.

He had better opportunities before, but never offered to help the orcs transform.

If the mysterious figure is willing to help the orcs, then the very existence of the Nur people may be questionable.

But why would the mysterious person do this?
A simple question left Doom bewildered. He could feel an invisible net enveloping him, yet he had no idea where the enemy was.

However, in the next second, he adjusted his mindset and threw himself into other work.

After all, the future is still unknown. Instead of worrying too much about or predicting the future, it's better to focus on doing what's in front of us.

Because handling every matter well now is an anchor for the uncertain future; the choices we make now can truly influence the future.

Doom's handling of current events is often exceptional and visionary.

"Finish all the work, take a day to rest, and then head to the City of Truth!"

　The next chapter is about the Slaanesh summoning ritual, and it's written rather risquély... explicit. It's already been posted, but it's been locked up by the censors and won't be released until daytime!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)