Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 61 Is this all?
On both sides of the arena, eighty-eight bloodthirsty demons were restless, rubbing their fists and eager to unleash their fury.

The Night Guards stood in neat rows on one side, their positions carefully chosen so they could form a battle formation to defend against the enemy at any time.

“Take this!” Harlan handed over a sword hilt, his personal weapon, to Doom to use in defeating the enemy.

“I don’t think you need this.” He pointed to the shield generator with crystals embedded in its waistband: “They are probably no match for you.”

Unlike the other Night Guardians, Harlan was cautious about this duel; he had complete confidence in Doom.

It stems from instinctive intuition, as well as a clear understanding of Doom's abilities.

Doom nodded, returned a cheerful smile to his mentor and friend, took the sword hilt, hung it at his waist, and went up on stage.

Compared to swords and blades, he now desperately wanted to use his bare hands to tear this group of demons and monsters to shreds.

He leaped into the blood-soaked arena, gazing at the ferocious and terrifying demons below. His eyes narrowed, he raised his hand and impatiently asked, "Who's going to be the first to die?"

The contemptuous tone ignited the fury of the eighty-eight bloodthirsty demons, who twisted their bodies, eager to challenge this young god who was favored by the Blood God but was oblivious to his own mortality.

"I come!"

The bloodthirsty monsters whispered among themselves, using their internal rules to determine the order of attack.

With a flap of its bat wings, it leaped high into the air, like a blood-red meteor carrying earth-shattering power, and slammed into the ring, facing Doom face to face.

"I am..."

The bloodthirsty maniac's furious and fierce voice was about to announce his name and demonstrate his power, but he was interrupted by Doom.

"The name of a dying beast? I have no interest in remembering it, nor do I deserve to remember it!"

The arrogant and majestic voice was filled with contempt for the demon, as if stating a fact, regarding the terrifying creature before him as an insect that could be killed at will!
"Doom! Doom! Doom!"

The Night Guard cheered for him, stomping one foot on the ground and drumming out an exciting rhythm.

Before even making a move, the War Lord's imposing presence alone suppressed the overwhelming ferocity of the bloodthirsty demons!
"Kill him! Let his blood splatter everywhere! Cut off his head and offer it as a skull cup!"

The bloodthirsty monsters were enraged, but were unable to fight due to the rules of the arena. They impatiently stomped the ground with their blood-red hooves, creating a furious war drumbeat, unwilling to lose in terms of momentum.

Not to be outdone, the demons roared incessantly, stirring the deepest instincts of living beings and igniting the bloodlust of those imprisoned.

The Night Guardians, with unwavering resolve, met their gazes, treating the demons' mental attacks as a trial, suppressing their inner turmoil with reason.

The two sides on stage started fighting, while the audience below were exchanging blows, each trying to intimidate the other with their voices and momentum.

"preparation!!!!"

Angrass stuck out his long tongue, his blood-red eyes gleaming, and excitedly raised his battle axe, ready to give orders.

A head-on confrontation, fair and just! The Blood God must be incredibly excited!

In the arena of skulls and brass, two extraordinary beings are ready, facing each other, plotting how to kill one another.

"Wait a minute!" A sudden shout interrupted Angrath's agitation: "We don't trust you!"

Anglas was filled with rage. He turned to look at the source of the sound and saw the human champion in white armor looking at him with distrust.

"The servants of the Blood God will not cheat in a direct confrontation!"

Eighty-eight bloodthirsty demons spoke in unison, their hideous faces behaving strangely, yet their voices were filled with clear disdain and contempt for such despicable methods.

"Humans! The servants of the Blood God will not bring shame upon Him! The last bloodthirsty madman who launched a sneak attack was thrown out of the Blood God's domain by the Blood God, and fell after tumbling for eight days and eight nights!"

Harlan remained silent, trying to calm the increasingly agitated demon. Holding a physical sword, he walked to Angras's side, looking up at the eight-meter-tall, bloodthirsty berserker.

"Let our swords clash as a signal!" Angelus saw a human approaching him without fear and secretly affirmed his courage.

“Yes! Angelus appreciates your courage! The Blood God appreciates your proposal; it has a ritualistic quality, and gods appreciate rituals!”

Then, the man and the demon swung their weapons in perfect unison, causing the two weapons to collide!
"Ding!"

A crisp command rang out, and a war between humans and demons began!

The moment the command rang in his ears, the bloodthirsty madman, who could no longer contain himself, roared, raised his arm, bulged his crimson muscles, and swung out a long whip covered with spikes with his left hand.

"Crack~"

The long whip blessed by the Blood God lashed the air, the ear-piercing sonic boom from the whip tip accompanied by a soul-suppressing and soul-stealing power.

The evil whip, made of brass and leather, whips out a blood-red phantom. The whip, which seems to be of limited length, extends as it is swung, like a blood python attacking Doom.

The long whip seemed strange, with an inexplicable force coiling around it, but it didn't seem to pose a threat to me.

The instant the Blood Demon swung his whip, his body's instincts and brain gave the answer; Doom's mind completed the threat assessment in picoseconds.

He took a deep breath; he needed to release! Release the rising anger within him! Release the churning hatred!

From the moment I first saw the demon, it was as if some instinct was activated deep within my soul, and an endless wave of disgust surged forth.

Under the astonished gaze of the bloodthirsty maniac, Doom reached out a hand, grabbed the unpredictable whip, and firmly wrapped it around his arm.
The Great Demon was overjoyed! The long whip blessed by the Blood God would tear the soul out of anyone struck by it!
The young god before us seems to have overestimated himself.

No matter how powerful the physical body, the soul is relatively fragile. Once the soul is stripped away in the real universe, even the most powerful being will only face death.

A terrifying, triumphant smile spread across the bloodthirsty demon's face. Its long, narrow, beast-like lips parted to reveal a jagged array of sharp teeth.

It seems I can see a beautiful scene of souls being torn apart and young gods being ravaged.

The violent red body suddenly exerted force, pulling the long whip backward, drawing out the soul and dragging Doom's body towards it.

The Great Demon's smile froze the next moment. Anger and stunned expression contorted the demon's face, and his furious roar abruptly ceased.

Doom stood still, feeling the pull of the whip, but he wondered what was going on with the smug smile on the demon's face.

The Demon Whip feels no different from a regular whip, except for the addition of brass spikes.

"How is this possible?!" the bloodthirsty demon exclaimed in shock. Even the demons below the stage found it unbelievable.

The red body was pulled backward, and sparks flew as the blood hooves scraped against the arena, but the person opposite remained motionless!
Looking at the long whip in the young god's hand and feeling the sensation emanating from it, the demon began to have doubts for the first time.

The soul and body of the young god are closely connected, the two are one and inseparable.

Not only his soul, but his physical body also possessed extraordinary strength; even with the whip taut, no one could shake him as he stood there.

The bloodthirsty maniac felt like an ant, attempting to use the power of an ant to pull apart mountains with his long whip!
"Is this all the demons are capable of?" Doom asked with a look of disappointment and doubt.

He had assumed that anything that could trigger his reaction must be an exceptionally powerful being.

His face grew cold, and the killing intent in his chest burst forth. Instantly, he unleashed power in his hand, pulling the long whip and dragging the still-dazed demon from a distance!

"I'll kill you!" The arm yanked violently. The low, stern shout startled the stunned demon.

Its power seemed illusory; its body was drawn by the force transmitted from the whip, involuntarily flying towards the young god.

Doom's killing intent erupted at this moment!
This murderous intent was so real; it wasn't a false rage induced by a demon, but a genuine desire to kill at will!
(This chapter was typed on my phone. I'll clean up my computer now. I'll check it around midnight and post two more chapters.)

(End of this chapter)