Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 80 Invading the Chaotic Demon Realm

Doom led the Night Guards, breaking through the city's numerous shields, breaching the city gates, and storming into the inner city.

The city, also built with Nur's white stones, lacks purity and resilience; instead, it is filled with the bizarre and distorted.

The Night Guards raised their banners high, and the warriors' iron boots stepped into the wizard's territory, filing in through the gaps in the shields.

The distortion within the inner city was even more severe; outside the city was a disgusting tumor-like surface, while inside was an interior composed of ulceration and mutation.

Pus flowed here, and decay spread everywhere. The floor was a floating wave of flesh, the fountain spewed out a foul, viscous liquid, and the trees split open, sprouting fleshy tendrils.

The cracks in the buildings bulged like lymph nodes, the wizards' towers had cross-shaped windows that looked like four-lobed pupils, door frames that resembled sharp white teeth, and carpets that oozed blood like swollen tongues.

The entire inner city has broken free from the laws of the real universe. Under the influence of the power of chaos, cold, inanimate objects have developed malice, and inorganic matter has twisted into writhing flesh and blood.

The City of Truth is coming to life, gradually descending into a mad and distorted state.

If an ordinary mortal were to enter the inner city and witness these insane scenes, they would scream and go mad in despair.

The Night Guardians were also shocked by the ugliness before them. All of this was gradually beyond human comprehension, venturing into an unknown realm of madness.

Malice seizes reason, forcefully twisting and distorting it.

This is not the intersection of the warp and reality; the Night Guard has stormed into the chaotic demon realm!

"Willpower is the wall that defends reason!"

At the moment when reason was shaken, a roar like thunder awakened the will of the Night Guardians, enabling them to defend their own rationality.

Doom also saw these twisted creations.

His eyes remained calm, his heart was undisturbed, and he ignored the madness and distortion.

Beneath the chaotic and abhorrent facade lies only the pollution of common sense and the poisoning of the weak by bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

His will was unshakable, and he strode forward.

Wherever footsteps landed, chaos retreated and fled; wherever the eye could see, pollution shunned.

The Night Watchers were awakened by the roar, dispelling their inner turmoil, and followed Doom's footsteps forward.

Fearless and unscrupulous.

Their aura and will seemed to be connected, like individual bricks stacked together to form an invisible city wall.

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

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

Chanting the Warrior's Codex, the will of the Night Guardians transforms into sharp blades and the most resilient bulwark.

The distorted terror that blinded them gradually dissipated, revealing to the warriors a chaotic weakness and deception.

"Don't even think about crushing our will, or facing our blades!"

United warriors challenge the power of chaos, their weapons pointed at demons, ready to fight evil to the death!

No precise instructions are needed now; the Night Guardians understand that destroying the wizard's magic circle will cause the blasphemous psionic energy and demons to vanish.

They formed small groups of ten, quickly assembled into battle formations, and began clearing the gap between the Chaos Cultists and the Demon Alliance.

Human minions, led by demons, surged in from all directions, intending to block the Nightguard's lines at the breach.

As long as this place is held, the Night Guardians will be in a dilemma, unable to expand their advantage.

The Four Gods Alliance!

The four demon armies formed an alliance, and the demon legions gathered into a demonic tide, surging forward like a tidal wave!

The obese and bloated Great Impermanent Ones stood at the forefront of the demon army, their bodies sliced ​​by the Night Guardians' rays, their rotting flesh plucking back together.

They pushed forward, spewing demonic blood and spreading terrifying supernatural viruses, launching an attack at the microscopic level.

The ever-changing demon lord in the sky flapped his magnificent wings, constantly scattering Tzeentch's demonic fire from his fingertips.

Falling into the ranks of the Night Guardians, the undying demonic fire melted the armor and burned the flesh to ashes.

Khorne's crimson army, led by the bloodthirsty madman, formed a tight formation beyond the comprehension of the physical world and launched an attack on the white fortress.

The two sides clashed in close combat, the demonic blade collided with the dimensional light blade, and the blessings of the gods and the dimensions of the physical universe tore at each other.

In the brief moment when the dimensional shield flickered, the Vampire's Hellblade pierced through the Night Guardian. The Night Guardian was torn apart by the counterattack, but blood continued to flow from the wound.

Slaanesh's servants rode Slaanesh's horse, their hooves behaving in a way that defied logic, twisting and turning as they charged forward at breakneck speed.

Demons and humans clashed on the battlefield.

As the warp deepened, the demons grew increasingly powerful. Led by Doom, the Night Guard unleashed astonishing combat strength with their unwavering will. The demons had never seen such resolute warriors; even with their bodies pierced, they retaliated, their light blades wielded without hesitation, imbued with killing intent.

For the first time, the Night Guard suffered heavy casualties in a battle.

The enemy employs a variety of supernatural methods. Viruses gnaw at the body, flames scorch the soul, and warlike demons charge relentlessly, their cavalry constantly breaking into the enemy lines only to flee again.

In the midst of the chaos, one man fought alone.

The weapon in his hand emitted a dark light; its blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, was exceptionally sharp, and with a light sweep, the demon was decapitated.

All that remained around Harlan were the scattered sparks of the demon.

The ancient artifacts of the ancient saints are extraordinary; their blades cannot be stopped, nor can the demons blessed by the gods.

The stirring dark light slowed down the surrounding demons, and the energy it sapped left Harlan feeling no fatigue.

"Is this all you've got? What are servants of the gods compared to that?"

The champion swordsman curses and taunts, offering his greetings to the gods behind the demons and blaspheming their masters.

There is one more person who is even more unstoppable.

Doom!

The sharpest point of a spear, the strongest point of a fortress.

Under his leadership, the Night Guard continued to advance, with soldiers pouring in to expand the battle line at the breach.

Nothing alive could stop him. The cultists charged in a frenzy, even less than the paving stones on the ground to be avoided.

Both the demons and the priests knew that Doom was the key point, the backbone of the Night Watch.

The chaotic magic and psionic attacks raining down on him never stopped.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Changes' magical flames burned on his body, and psychic lightning struck him relentlessly, while frozen spikes rained down upon him.

Useless! Absolutely useless!
Before Doom's almost tangible consciousness, psionic damage was like a gentle breeze, causing no real harm.

The magic of time crumbled at the slightest touch, unable to stop his steps, and the distortion of gravity could not shake his body.

Doom embodies a concept that transcends frost and fire, traverses time and space, and is an unstoppable force.

The wizard compressed his mental energy into spikes, intending to pierce Doom's mind, but instead saw an endless high wall.

With just a glance back, the wizard who attempted to invade the spiritual realm was instead struck by a powerful spiritual backlash, his skull shattering and he died.

Demons surged up like a tide, then collapsed before him like a tide.

They screamed and roared, their demonic power soaring to the heavens. They wailed and howled, then died in silence.

Surrounded by demons, Doom remained silent. With each demon he slew, he grew stronger, his inexhaustible stamina fueling a relentless slaughter.

The warhammer given to him by his father was heating up. The steel-forged hammerhead deformed during its collision with the demon, showing signs of metal fatigue.

Doom's constant swinging of his warhammer and disintegration of the force field is too cheap for the demons; he should just smash them to death.

Leading the Night Guard forward, toward the heart of the City of Truth, the location of the Chaos Ritual.

Only by destroying that place can we truly say that we have achieved some results.

Demons are constantly flooding into reality through ritual magic circles.

As the Night Guards continued to enter, and Doom led all 15,000 men in, the sky suddenly changed color.

"Crack-crack—rumble—"

Lightning was flashing, and the ground was trembling.

Chaotic energy surged from eight directions on the city's edge, rising into the sky and converging at the city center.

A colorful, distorted class descended slowly from the sky, enveloping the City of Truth within it.

A giant chaotic eight-pointed star emerged from the ground, and chaotic power surged through the city.

The earth cracked open, revealing deep fissures. Houses were torn off the ground, and flesh began to spread rapidly, with fleshy tentacles twisting and growing from the cracks in the ground.

The laws of physics are distorted, and the gravitational field manifests as a distorted vortex.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

"This is a trap! A trap specifically set for you and the Night Watchers!"

Isaac's twisted howl echoed in all directions; his will was now omnipresent.

(End of this chapter)