Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 62 Plunder and Erasure

Disregarding shame, the bloodthirsty maniac loosened his grip, allowing Doom to take the weapon.

It maintained its balance in the air, flapped its bat wings on its back, and climbed higher, gaining a three-dimensional combat advantage.

"Shut up!"

Boos erupted from the audience. The bloodthirsty maniac's actions were not only despised by the Night Guardians, but also scorned by his own kind.

The two-dimensional battle suddenly transformed into a three-dimensional one. For a seasoned warrior or a ferocious demon, the advantage gained was unparalleled.

Doom lashed out with his whip, his excellent control making its trajectory unpredictable, a dazzling display of movement that wrapped around the demon's neck.

"Come down!" With a low shout, the bloodthirsty berserker suddenly unleashed its power, plummeting from mid-air at supersonic speed.

In that dazzling moment, the bloodthirsty berserker gripped the whip in its arm, frantically flapping its wings and struggling to escape its fate of falling.

Unfortunately, all its efforts were in vain. Like a dog on a leash, it had no dignity whatsoever!
An unparalleled and irresistible force tore it down from the sky and slammed it hard onto the ground!
Bang!
Accompanied by tremors and wails, the demon's body slammed into steel like a mosquito at high speed.

Rotten flesh and blood gushed from his body, his neck was broken at a right angle, and a long, crimson tongue twitched out of his mouth. His once powerful body, forged from rage, was now riddled with fractures, and his blood-red bat wings were tattered and mangled.

From rampage to near death, the whole process took less than three seconds!
"Doom! Doom! Doom!"

The Night Guards roared with excitement in celebration of their victory. To them, the battle seemed far too easy.

The War Lord caught the whip, pulled it to force the demon into the air, then used the demon's weapon to entangle the Bloodthirsty Demon, and with a forceful pull, slammed the demon to the ground, easily securing victory.

"You abominable creature! You are utterly incapable of defeating him! What means do you have to defeat him?"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Harlan removed his helmet, his smug expression distorting the scars on his face. He laughed wildly, his fingers pointing at the demons with unrestrained mockery, displaying unparalleled mental attack power:

"You lowly creatures, how dare you oppose him?"

The demons fell silent, offering no response to Harlan's humiliation. Under the gaze of the Blood God, the bloodthirsty madman's defeat was undeniable.

Doom felt no joy of victory, nor did his anger subside in the slightest.

He walked to the dying demon, bent down and pulled up its arm, then braced his feet on its powerful back. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd and the demon's agonizing howls, he ripped off its left arm, which was gripping the greatsword.

"Die!" With a swing of its crimson arm, the demon's blood-red greatsword severed its own head.

Doom kicked out, sending the terrified demon's head crashing into its chest cavity!
The demon's body exploded, completely losing its life force, turning into sparks and disappearing without a trace.

"Roar!"

The great demons roared bloodthirstyly and cruelly to the sky! A scene full of violent aesthetics made them tremble with excitement!

There was not a moment of sorrow for it; the Blood God could not tolerate the weak, and the dead bloodthirsty demon proved its weakness.

Unlike the bloodthirsty maniac's fiery passion, Doom sensed something unusual.

He clearly felt that as the demon died completely and turned to ashes, a stream of essential essence flowed out of the demon and into his own body, enhancing his power.

It was no illusion or hallucination; the body doesn't lie. Doom clenched his fist and indeed felt the increase in strength.

It was crystal clear, undeniably real. Doom made a silent comparison; the increase in power was one percent.

The bloodthirsty madman, after being slain, had his physical form destroyed in reality, but his essence returned to the subspace.

Demons are virtually immortal.

When beings in the real universe die, their souls return to the warp to rest. But demons are different; they are inhabitants of the warp and are essentially warp beings.

The destruction of physical forms in the real universe is merely the expulsion of demons, allowing them to return to the warp.

The bloodthirsty freak returned to the warp and awoke beneath the Skull Throne, feeling an unprecedented weakness.

He could barely maintain his balance and stumbled to his knees before the throne of Khorne.

"My God..."

It was so weak that even the endless rage bestowed by the Blood God had ceased. The words praising the Blood God should have been deafening, demonstrating the power of the Blood God's servants, but at this moment it was powerless and broken.

Khorne sat enthroned on his skull, watching his servants with great interest.

The bloodthirsty demon, whose essence was damaged, was now extremely weak. He knelt on the ground, his bat wings spread to cover his body, so as to prevent the Blood God from seeing his weakened state.

The Blood God saw even deeper. The weakness of the bloodthirsty demon in the traditional sense—its pure essence had been partially lost, torn apart, and completely disappeared from its very concept.

He favored this law: the weak lose everything, and the strong win everything. His gaze pierced through the warp and fell upon the man standing on the arena, his soul fire burning even brighter, his power even greater.

"plunder?"

Khorne rested one hand on his sword and the other, a brass-wrapped hand, on his cheek as he pondered.

Is this the essence of Doom?

He had never displayed such power, personally killing a large number of orcs without plundering their essence.

Khorne recalled their first meeting in the Warp, when Doom's soul burned Tzeentch's palm. He nodded slowly, as if he had understood something.

His mysterious essence lies in his unyielding purity, which is impossible to distort or corrupt. The concepts and qualities contained within this purity are unknown to the gods.

The "plundering" that Doom exhibits seems to be a plundering of the demonic essence, only a part of his unknown power.

Having figured this out, Khorne's sharp eyes swept over the Great Demon's body and discovered another clue.

The brass armor creaked as He sat up straight from the skull seat, no longer leaning against it.

The bloodthirsty monster before us has not only had its essence plundered, but even part of its true name has been erased!

This discovery made the Blood God serious; erasing the demon's true name required a concept that transcended the demon.

The true name is not the devil's title; it is the name the devil is born with, the truth that the devil has deeply hidden.

Demons do not reveal their true names; it is their innate power, but also their vulnerable weakness.

In the real universe, demons whose true names are called are either banished or captured and enslaved by the one who called their names.

The demon whose true name has been erased will disappear completely, vanishing from all timelines of the past, present, and future.

The true name is a concept to which the demon depends, and it is also the demon's only weakness.

Demons hide their true names and act with impunity, because no one knows their true names and no one can truly harm them.

Only the true God can see through and erase the true name of the devil.

Now an anomaly has appeared; he is not a true god, and even exists in the real universe. In reality, he kills demons, not only plundering their power but also erasing a part of their true names.

He possesses power that terrifies demons and makes even the true gods fear him!
That is the authority of the true God, which should not appear in the real universe, but it truly exists in Doom.

Doom did it, killing the demon in the real universe and erasing part of its lengthy real name.

Khorne opened his maw and spewed out a cloud of blood mist, enveloping the defeated bloodthirsty freak and restoring its true name.

As for its damaged essence, the Blood God will not help it repair it; the essence that has been plundered must be reclaimed by itself.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he threw it out of the skull's range; the weak are not worthy to appear before Him.

The Bloodthirsty Demon fell into the Crimson Wasteland. If it can seize the essence of other demons and return alive to the Skull Throne, the Blood God will accept it back.

More often than not, however, the weakened, bloodthirsty demon will be targeted by other demons, torn to pieces by the swarming demons, and devoured.

The Blood God turned his gaze back to the real universe, watching the battle between His servants and the demigods He favored.

Doom showed no excitement at the increase in power, remaining expressionless as if he had crushed an ant, without the slightest excitement or joy.

"You all come at me together! I'm in a hurry."

Doom was anxious, thinking that he could leave this place sooner if he defeated these bloodthirsty monsters.

Every moment, the defenses built by Ennio are being attacked by demons; they must act quickly.

Perhaps sensing Doom's power, or perhaps it was his invitation, the eight bloodthirsty berserkers leaped into the dueling arena.

As the Night Guards watched in astonishment, the dueling arena began to grow, forcing them to retreat to a distance to watch the battle.

Doom reached for his waist, intending to draw his longsword for a quick victory, but then stopped himself.

Deep down, he always wanted to tear the demons apart alive, to make them feel pain and fear.

"Ding!"

Swords clashed once more, and a new round of battle began under the watchful eye of the Blood God.

(End of this chapter)