Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 78 Raising a Blade Against God!

Doom and Harlan, without stopping, finished arranging matters concerning the defense of the main domain and immediately went to the Night Guard's encampment to assemble troops and prepare for battle.

With each passing second, the power of chaos increases by one point.

To expedite troop mobilization, they recalled Elton Sena, who had just returned to the main city.

"Where did you get it?"

Harlan was showing off his new weapon to his friend, a truly divine weapon, which made Sena extremely jealous.

With Doom around, he really didn't have to think too much, and even had time to joke around.

"Dark Radiance!" Harlan, unwilling to reveal the origin of his weapon, proudly brandished it, emitting bursts of eerie light.

Sena felt a pang of envy upon hearing the weapon's cool name. He left the group first, looking resentful, to contact his unit.

The process of contacting the military was relatively straightforward.

The servants of Chaos cowered in the City of Truth, sharpening their claws and teeth, awaiting the arrival of the guardians' vengeance.

When Doom led his army along the shadows of the train tracks to the City of Truth, the Night Guard was astonished by the fantastical sight before them.

The City of Truth is still there, but it has changed drastically.

Its sky leaked, and space was "burned" open by the power of chaos, with blasphemous and colorful magic pouring down from the circular opening like a waterfall.

That magnificent pillar, a symbol of human civilization, was painted with an eight-pointed star pattern, representing blasphemy.

Outside the city, a swamp of decay had formed, with gnarled, twisted trees growing inside, teeming with poisonous insects and decay, churning with a ghastly green venom.

Those ghastly green, bloated demons, their bodies rotting and oozing pus, bathed and sang in the swamp, their bodies riddled with decaying cavities and teeming with vibrant microbial communities.

Brass spikes grew on the smooth stone walls, and molten lava flowed from the walls, making the solid ramparts almost impenetrable.

The bloodthirsty demon stood atop the city wall, stretching its wings and loosening its muscles, preparing for a great battle.

Pink mist filled the air, and purple thorns pierced through the city gate, constantly dripping venom.

The Guardian Demon writhes its alluring form as it patrols near the city gates, continuously releasing poisonous mist.

The tallest tower in the City of Truth burns with a blazing, azure magical fire, and gentle breezes carry magical energy.

The Myriad Shapeshifting Demons spread their wings and soared into the sky, holding magic wands and chanting the wisdom of the Lord of Myriad Shapeshifters.

Beneath the demonic armies of the Four Gods, there were countless lesser demons of all shapes and sizes, each with its own twisted appearance.

Above and below the city walls, there were also mortal cultists who were bewitched by chaos and worshipped the four gods. They grew horns and spikes, had eight-pointed stars carved on their heads, and their bodies gradually deviated from human form.

The City of Truth, now devoid of truth. Only distorted reality and rampant chaos remain.

Doom stood at the front of the line. He knew that the priest was constantly casting spells, distorting the reality here into a warp.

The power of the Four Gods Demon Army is far greater than before!

A flash of blue light appeared on the city wall, and the culprit, Isaac, used magic to teleport onto the wall, appearing in Doom's line of sight.

Despite his demonic transformation, Doom recognized him at a glance.

"Welcome, Warlord! Welcome, Night Watchers!"

His voice, amplified by magic, resounded throughout the City of Truth: "Do you like what I prepared for you?"

"The armies of the gods await you! Ha~ha~ha~"

A maniacal laugh echoed as he offered everything to the Lord of Change, becoming completely demonized.

Isaac...

Upon returning to the City of Truth, he searched through all the ancient texts and indeed found the secret agreement.

But so what?
He has already received a divine response; all he needs to do is worship devoutly and dedicate himself wholeheartedly.

The flames of magic destroyed the agreement, and even Isaac's last vestige of self was consumed.

He sacrificed the entire City of Truth, using blasphemous chaotic magic to summon an army of destruction from the gods.

The City of Truth is now a true chaotic demon realm.

Destroy the Night Guard, capture Doom alive and offer him to the gods, and you will be elevated to the status of a demon prince, becoming an eternal being.

Doom took a deep breath and roared like thunder: "Where is Daisy?"

The jubilant Great Impure One stopped laughing, the ferocious power of the Bloodthirsty Demon subsided, the Keeper of Slaanesh halted his steps, and the ever-changing demon army in the sky hastily descended.

Numerous lesser demons were terrified and their forms crumbled at the roar, while the Chaos Cultists were utterly terrified.

The power of the Primarch is terrifying!
The demons sensed it; they felt the fury in the roar and knew the horror of having their true names erased.

She's fine; your brother is with her.

Isaac, nearly driven mad and oblivious to Doom's power, mocked him, "Want to save her? She's waiting for you at the center of the ritual~"

"How can you defeat the army of the gods and save your beloved mother?" "You'll find out soon enough." Doom stared coldly at the completely corrupted man, his face expressionless.

"Heh heh heh~ I'll be watching!"

With a flash of blue light, Isaac disappeared from the city wall. He was presiding over a grand chaotic ritual, which could not be done without a master.

As the crazed Isaac departed, Doom turned to face the Night Guard; it was time to let them know who the real enemy was.

"Night Guards!"

He took off his warhammer and leaped onto a small hill, making sure every Night Guard could see him and hear his voice.

The powerful voice was louder than any magic: "Do you know what we're facing?"

"demon!"

The Night Guards responded in unison; they already knew of the supernatural existence of demons.

"No! Demons are nothing but a bunch of filthy servants."

Doom's roar was incredibly penetrating; his deep, resonant voice possessed an extraordinary magic: "It's a god! A god! A true god!"

The Night Guards remained silent, sensing the War Lord's wrath.

"They killed your king by trickery! My father!"

Before the news of King Norwick's murder reached the front lines, after a brief moment of shock, the Night Guards were enraged!

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

All the Night Watchers roared deafeningly, their fanatical will for revenge making even the demons tremble.

"For thousands of years! We have been the strongest warriors! We are the proudest beings! No one can stop us!"

Doom pressed the Disintegration Field Activator, and the hammer crackled with fine lightning. He raised the hammer high, revealing the Primarch's brilliance.

He stood there, hammer raised high. The Night Watchers fell to their knees in a rush, listening to his inspiring words.

"Now! I will bestow upon you a reward, a reward never before seen!"

Doom's final question was a roar, his impassioned voice stirring the warrior's soul: "Raise your blade against the gods! Challenge the gods!"

Are you willing to accept this?

Are you willing to accept this?

His question echoed through the space, reverberating in the silent wilderness.

We are happy to accept your reward!

The Night Guards shouted in unison, their hearts surging with emotion, kneeling on one knee yet proudly holding their heads high.

In the universe, who else dares to be as proud as them, and dares to accept the reward of challenging the gods?

"Brothers! Light the blades!"

Harlan shed tears of excitement, brandishing the Dark Light in his hand, raising it high and roaring hoarsely: "Let the gods witness our might! Let evil kneel and beg for mercy!"

"Let the gods witness our might! Let evil kneel and beg for mercy!"

The Night Guards trembled with excitement, and they all lit up their weapons.

Right now! Right at this very moment!
They stood up again, their backs ramrod straight, looking down with disdain at the demons before them.

A group of fearless warriors raised their blades against the gods, challenging their majesty.

The Four Gods and Demons Army fell silent.

The humans before them were a group of fearless, arrogant warriors who didn't care who their enemies were and would draw their blades against any foe.

"Willpower is the key to victory! Let these vile creatures see just how strong our will is!"

"We are Nur's sharpest blade! To slay all our enemies!"

"We are Nur's stronghold! We are bound to win!"

The Night Watchers are united and resolute in their will. Beneath the warped City of Truth, their killing intent and fury scorch the souls of demons.

They gripped their weapons, their fighting spirit surging, waiting only for the order to crush the demons to dust.

"War Lord, at your command, the Titan Train has arrived!"

The ground began to tremble slightly, and a communication came through the communication channel: on the train tracks above the Night Guardians, the giant Titan Train continued its relentless march toward the City of Truth!
"Thank you! I have the utmost respect for you!"

Doom placed his hand on his chest and saluted the forging technicians on the train, who were driving the Titan Train without hesitation.

"For Nur, may you return in triumph."

(End of this chapter)