Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 77 Revenge!

Doom and Harlan hurriedly left, and the Crystal Falcon pulled the flying motorcycle back from the other dimension.

Prima watched the two figures disappear into the distance, then returned to her cave, retrieved an ancient mirror, and observed their movements.

"Gods! Playing with fire will only lead to your own destruction! This outsider may be the enemy of you vile beings!"

The Ancients were the first intelligent life forms in the universe and the first race to discover and utilize the subspace.

They knew perfectly well that the evil lurking deep within the warp was sparing no effort to calm the waves of the warp.

Since the destruction of her race, Prima has been hiding alone in the infinite dimension of the crystal, believing that the entire universe is beyond saving and destined to become a plaything of the evil god.

Even that golden-glowing human was destined to fail.

Six months ago, King Novik came looking for it, saying that a very mysterious little creature had fallen from the sky and arrived in Nur.

Prima took a huge risk by bringing along the orc "Ancient Tooth" to test Doom.

The shimmering runes on its chest caught its attention; they were a type of symbolic script it had never seen before.

Prima was certain that she had never seen such a rune in her long life.

It immediately determined that Doom was definitely not a creature of this universe, but most likely a powerful being from outside.

Prima, whose emotions had remained stagnant for millennia, experienced a tremor of ecstatic joy; it had rediscovered hope!
The demise of the ancient saints was closely related to the evil gods. In the end, the ancient saints who roamed the universe were strangled to death by Slaanesh himself.

Even the ancient saint harbored hatred in his heart; he saw hope for revenge!
Going to great lengths to save Doom and giving him ancient artifacts is a positive investment in order to give him an extra boost.

revenge!

Prima closed the Crystal Portal and hid in the rift of infinite dimensions, watching Doom's fate unfold.

Doom personally drove the anti-gravity motorcycle, pushing its performance to the limit, reaching a speed even faster than when Harlan arrived, and returned to the main domain in two hours.

He strode forward toward the throne room to discuss the revenge expedition with his brother.

"I disagree!"

Before he even got close, Doom caught a sharp sound of rejection; it seemed there was a dispute taking place inside the throne room.

"I disagree with opening the old armory; those terrifying weapons will destroy us."

"The City of Truth has gained some powerful strength. It would be unwise to launch a hasty expedition. We should negotiate with them and appease them for the time being!"

Doom's suppressed anger was about to erupt; his face darkened, and his eyes turned red as he strode forward.

Outside the throne room, the throne guards saw the war lord approaching with dark clouds and instinctively tried to stop him, but were signaled to let him pass by Harlan behind him.

"Go and fetch the master blacksmith," Doom whispered to the throne guard as they passed each other.

"us……"

The doors to the throne room were pushed open, and the sharp voice inside sounded as if an invisible hand had choked it.

Many civil officials lowered their heads, tucking their hands into their robes to hide their guilty consciences.

Only Flano laughed, laughing at the minister's ignorance.

Surrounded by external enemies, the king has fallen. Those with impure hearts begin to stir.

Doom nodded to his brother standing beside the throne, his cold gaze sweeping over the assembled ministers, the immense pressure causing them to instinctively lower their heads.

How dare they be so shameless?
Just hours ago, King Norwick's blood stained the throne room, leaving behind all his contingency plans, solely to ensure that the main domain had the power to defeat the evil god's minions.

Before his body was even cold, a group of ministers, protected by the king, considered negotiating with the enemy who had killed him.

The king's prestige had not yet dissipated, yet someone dared to despise him?
"Who?"

"Doom asked in a low voice. He knew who it was, of course; the extraordinary memories contained everyone's name."

"I feel..."

"Snapped!"

The minister, dressed in a long robe, hadn't finished speaking when, in a fraction of a second, his head spun and flew off, blood splattering onto the blue glass.

Doom grabbed his head, brushed aside the hair at the back of his neck, and carved a tiny, bright red eight-pointed star symbol.

The corruption of chaos has begun to spread, and the ordinary people guarding the main domain do not have the same strong resistance as the Night Guardians.

Lifting his still-terrified head in one hand, Doom ascended the royal steps, displaying the evil mark to everyone.

Do you recognize this mark?

His gaze swept over everyone in the throne room, taking in their expressions.

The ministers all shook their heads, indicating that they had never seen anything like it.

"A symbol of blasphemy! The mark of an evil god!"

Doom hissed in a low voice, mentioning those blasphemous things, his hatred burning.

He knew the threat of the influence of chaos, which would spread with cognition, polluting cognition and corrupting the soul.

The people of Nur must know of the existence of Chaos, for their future enemies will inevitably include those who embody Chaos.

"There is never any negotiation!"

Doom's low growl was resounding, his determination as firm as a rock: "Here, there is only a life-or-death struggle, an irreconcilable hatred!" His voice echoed in the throne room, and the ministers trembled at the roar.

"Revenge!" Flano unconditionally supported Doom, raising his brother's arm and shouting for revenge!
"Revenge!" The guard standing beside the throne slammed his spear on the ground, his suppressed growl filled with the fury of vengeance.

Doom is too lazy to use any political means now. He just wants to reach a consensus as quickly as possible and wipe out Chaos's stronghold in Nur.

Uproot them!
"My lord, why have you summoned me?"

Several mechanical appendages followed behind him as a master foundry, dressed in a black robe, arrived, followed by two apprentices carrying a huge box.

"Master forging".

Doum nodded in acknowledgment and asked the master craftsman, who was an expert in calculation and forging war machines, "In the old armory, what weapon could completely destroy Nur without leaving a trace?"

"Boom~~~"

This question was like a bomb thrown into the throne room, exploding in everyone's ears.

They felt dizzy and unsteady on their feet, and were filled with fear and anxiety.

The throne guards, court ministers, and even Flano Norwick looked at Doom in disbelief.

They were filled with doubt: why would the War Lord want to destroy Nur, a planet where humans have lived for tens of thousands of years?

What I want to know is that, since we currently lack the ability to fly into deep space, destroying Nur would be tantamount to annihilating everything.

Everyone looked at Doom, waiting for his explanation.

Doom stared directly at the master forger, also waiting for the expert's answer.

The forging master's mechanical appendages, connected to his nerves, trembled under the influence of unsettling brainwaves. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his brow.

Out of a sense of duty and professional competence, he stammered out four words: "A tragic end is beyond saving!"

"Nur may have a painful journey, but it will be a clean one!"

A tragic song cannot be sung!

As its name suggests, it is a painful but irreversible name, and Doom felt a pang of bitterness because of it.

As the master forger said, Nur will die a painful death, but cleanly.

Within the mechanical iron coffin, where the tragic song could not be sung, lies a miniature black hole.

Once the protective device is removed, the black hole will unfold, and its immense gravity will tear Nur apart bit by bit before swallowing it whole, leaving no trace.

Inside the throne room, the master blacksmith's gaze was also fixed on Doom.

Everyone is waiting for an explanation; otherwise, they would rather die than agree to use a black hole weapon.

"Everyone! We have no way out..."

Doom's voice was tinged with sadness. He was also unwilling to destroy Nur, but he had to consider the worst-case scenario.

"If Nur is not under the rule of the Guardian Domain, not protected by the Night Guardians, and outside the control of humans, what is the point of its existence?"

"The situation is far more serious than you can imagine; our enemy is a supernatural being!"

After Doom finished speaking, he fell silent, awaiting everyone's response.

The people in the throne room were all important figures who held power, and they naturally knew the sorrow in the war lord's words.

They whispered among themselves; some were deep in thought, while others discussed in hushed tones.

"agree!"

"agree!"

"agree!"

Ultimately, everyone reached a consensus and agreed with Doom's decision.

Yes! If Night Guard fails, then Nur has no reason to exist either; let's all perish with it!

With an agreement reached, everyone left the throne room. Although the Night Guard was on the front lines, ready for battle at any moment, matters within the city still needed to be arranged.

"grown ups."

The master foundry did not leave, but called out to Doom, who was about to depart: "Here is a gift from King Norwick for you."

Doom looked at him; the crate on the ground was open, and inside lay a heavy warhammer.

The long-handled hammer looks quite heavy, with leather wrapped around the handle to prevent slipping, and the hammer head is square.

"The weapon was commissioned by King Norwick and is crafted to master level; it should be sufficient for your use."

The master foundry explained the warhammer to Doom: "The high-density alloy handle is strong enough to withstand your force, and the disintegration field on the hammerhead is deadly to anyone who touches it!"

Doom felt the weight of the warhammer in his hand; it was actually rather light. "Thank you!"

His answer did not disappoint his father's good intentions, nor did it disappoint the master foundry's expectations.

With the heavy hammer on his back, Doom turned and left.

He must rush to the front lines, gather the Night Guard, and fight to the death against the evil god's minions!

(End of this chapter)