Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 70 The King's End
Before Doom's steel boots made a sound, a roar echoed through the throne room, filled with boundless surprise and fear.

Isaac, who was monitoring King Norwick's thoughts, sensed that terrifying idea.
He was terrified, deeply fearful of the horrible idea that Norwick was putting into practice.

The man sitting on the throne, with a blade of light held to his neck, smiled with relief. The moment the demon turned its attention to Doom, he made a decisive move without hesitation.

His withered, decaying body suddenly erupted with a power—a power that had been accumulating for a long time, a power that was now being unleashed to fulfill the thought that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

Norwick didn't see his son in his entirety, only half of his imposing figure, a powerful and resilient one, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He finally saw his son, who had the power to defy the gods and the power to command the guards of the night.

With his last ounce of strength, Norwick's neck was torn apart before Doom could even see clearly, and dark red, foul blood gushed from the smooth wound.

The demon-possessed Night Guardian withdrew his light blade in terror, only to see Norwick smile at him.

"Thank you!"

The king's lips moved, silently expressing his gratitude to the demon for cooperating with him in completing his final performance.

The demon frantically withdrew his spear, blood gushing from Norwick's artery like scattered crimson diamonds, sparkling with eternal brilliance.

Isaac suffocated. The scene before him terrified him, causing him to revert to his half-human, half-demon form. In his panic, he silently chanted a spell.

He wants to reverse time again, just like he did to Ennio, to stop the horrific scene unfolding before him!

The Lord of Changes responded to him, and before the incantation was even finished, the magic to reverse time had already been activated.

The blood that had not yet fallen to the ground, the dust in the radiance, began to retreat along the path they had taken, and the radiance of life returned, returning to King Norwick's gradually dying body.

Isaac shed tears, tears of joy at having made amends.

But in his joy, he subconsciously overlooked one person: a man who appeared at the entrance to the throne room, the center of attention.

Doom considered the possibility of negotiation; the City of Truth had taken hostages, undoubtedly to negotiate terms.

Seeing Daisy unharmed, he felt a slight sense of relief. But as his gaze gradually cleared the obstruction, he witnessed a scene that brought his extraordinary mind to a standstill…

A large hand called "Terror" passed through Doom's tough body, which had been shielding him from bullets, and grabbed his heart.

He saw his beloved father have his throat slit by a traitor's gun!

"Do not!!!!!!"

The roar tore through the air, the mournful howl was deafening, yet all that remained was astonishment, as people stared wide-eyed at the horrific scene unfolding uncontrollably.

Doom felt utterly bewildered; his lightning-fast brain froze, and the power surging within his extraordinary body was powerless to stop the horrific scene before his eyes.

Like any mortal, driven by overwhelming grief, he instinctively rushed toward the throne, trying to support his father's gradually collapsing body.

Time began to rewind, and before Isaac could even feel lucky, a tall figure burst into the throne room.

He was so unstoppable that, amidst the priest's horrified expression, he shattered the time magic with a single step, making everything irreversible!
Doom is too powerful. As one of the few powerful entities in the universe, his timeline is unshakeable and cannot be easily reversed.

Even if the evil god himself intervenes, it would be difficult to reverse the linear flow of time in a hurry, to make time keep turning back, and to get the answer they want.

Once a decision is made, it can never be changed.

Especially powerful entities, whose choices influence the course of history, affect the fate of too many people, and leave no room for regret.

Finished!

Isaac closed his eyes in despair, the tears welling up no longer filled with joy, but with endless regret.

The moment Doom stepped into the throne room, the past was etched into the eternal memory of the universe, until the moment the universe went silent.

It cannot be erased, it cannot be reversed!

The subspace beyond the veil of reality. Tzeentch's body transformed into countless arms as he celebrated the immense change.

Doom's fate took a turn; he did not follow the path planned by the gods. Instead, due to the schemes of mortals, he was led down a different path.

He danced with joy. He enjoyed the change, the impermanence, the constancy and impermanence of fate.

The scene unfolded in a single second, yet felt like centuries had passed.

In a mere, insignificant second, which feels unreal in the vast universe, the fate of the real universe undergoes countless changes.

Those superfluous fates that awaited Doom's decision vanished completely with the death of King Norwick, and fate came to an end.

In the moment of his death, King Norwick pruned the branches of fate that had grown erroneously for his son.

"Do not!!!!!!"

When the people in the throne room heard Doom's grief-stricken roar.

That extremely painful roar even pierced the very essence of the Guardian Demons, forcing them to reveal their unclean demonic bodies from within the Night Guardians.

"Demon!!!!!" The moment the demonic entity appeared before his eyes, his grief and anger found their target.

The devil killed my father!

Doom's murderous intent surged forth from his grief, almost tangible, like countless sharp blades in space, sealing off all of the demon's movements.

His reckless actions were so fast that he appeared in front of his enemy before his mind even realized it.

As Sharasi the Demon appeared, before it could even fully regain its footing, an iron fist slammed into its head, knocking off its magnificent ram's crest.

The demonic weapon in his hand was taken away, the shield, imbued with ferocious power, cleaved the Keeper of Secrets in two at the waist, and the double-headed sword pierced through the Slaanesh.

A blur trailed behind him; the Slaanesh's speed, which he was so proud of, was so great that he didn't even have time to see the blur before being kicked into pieces and sent back to the warp.

Before his father's blood could even touch the ground, while the demon soldier stood frozen in shock, Doom's unstoppable fist, carrying the intent to kill, arrived.

The Night Guardian's power armor was like paper before his absolute power.

A punch slammed into his chest, shattering his power armor. The body inside, encased in fragments of the power armor, was forced out from behind by the violent force.

The Great Demon Keeper of Secrets looked utterly astonished in its dying moments. It couldn't understand why the young god was so powerful while it was so fragile.

Even without the existence of the subspace, the ritual arrays inscribed on the body should give one the power to resist.

As the people and demons of the throne room came to their senses, the massacre came to an end, and Doom went to his father's side.

"Father!" Ennio's expression changed as the surrounding demons returned to the subspace, and he cried out as he rushed toward the throne.

During the brief moment that Harlan spent rushing toward the throne in Doom, he got a clear picture of the situation in the throne room.

He should rush over to protect Queen Daisy, but a strong physical instinct told him that he should go to Doom's side.

"Father……"

Kneeling on one knee before the throne, his hands, which had killed great demons as easily as killing chickens, trembled uncontrollably, unsure of where to place them.

Her voice was choked with sobs, her tiger-like eyes filled with tears, and finally, her trembling hand covered her father's neck, trying to stop the blood that was gushing out from between her fingers, blood that carried life with it.

One hand supported his frail body, preventing him from falling from the throne.

In the moment when death was inevitable, King Norwick's body relaxed.

He felt incredibly weak, yet it all felt so real.

In his final moments, the gods departed from his mind, granting a father the power to say goodbye to his son.

"I'm so proud of you..."

His lips moved, his severed throat unable to utter a sound, but he smiled and said goodbye with simple lip movements, then peacefully closed his eyes.

“Evil God, I don’t know how he feels about you, but I can make him hate you forever…”

King Norwick thought this, and peacefully closed his eyes as he died...

Doom's body trembled violently, and his mind went blank.

It felt like an eternity before he realized the irreversible truth of his father's death.

"no no!"

He tried to force the gushing blood and life force back into his body, but to no avail.

For the first time, Doom felt a profound sense of powerlessness; the power he possessed was enough to challenge the gods, yet it could not save the life of a mortal.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, streaming down his face as he looked at his father.

He did not live to see his son accomplish his great work, nor did he see the people of Nur leave Nur; the ideal he had carried for a thousand years was still unrealized.

Overwhelmed with grief, Doom trembled uncontrollably, his eyes burning with rage!
"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled in the clear blue sky, and blood-red lightning flashed out of nowhere.

The overwhelming grief of a powerful entity tore open the barrier between reality and the warp, evoking a resonance within the sea of ​​souls.

Doom picked up his father and realized how incredibly light his body was. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Isaac, he gritted his teeth and said:
"I want to kill..."

Before he could finish speaking, Doom felt a wave of weakness wash over him. He looked down and saw a dagger tucked into his waistband.

Looking back, he saw his older brother withdraw his arm.

That familiar face was a mixture of joy and sorrow; one half of it held a strange excitement and enjoyment, while the other half was twisted into a distorted expression of regret and pain.

(Old Nuo! Old Nuo!)

(End of this chapter)