Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 82 Chaos Has No Bottom Line
"traitor!"

Harlan assumed a horse stance, raising the Dark Light in his right hand, the gun handle resting on his left arm, the black blade pointing directly at Ennio.

“Champion Swordsman.” Ennio twisted his longsword, creating a flourish, and strolled slowly around Harlan, his face completely unconcerned.

The Keeper's languid tone suggested a lack of interest in the battle, yet he seemed to be enjoying a perverse pleasure: "What? Night Guardian, are you going to break your oath?"

The Night Watcher knew its second oath, and the feeling of having it defied was truly exhilarating!
Coupled with the torment of the soul of the body's owner, it's like sipping a rotten, fermented wine.

"Have you lost your mind after staying in this godforsaken place for so long?"

Harlan's mocking voice, hoarse and coming through the breathing grille, said, "The second oath requires us to be loyal to King Norwick, not to you, a traitor!"

"Boring~"

Faced with a meticulously planned warrior, the Great Demon could not shake his will and only made a fool of himself.

The Keeper of Secrets swayed its feet and launched an attack with a seductive posture. Despite occupying a human body, its bizarre gait displayed a skill beyond the ordinary.

The curved longsword transformed into a venomous snake, spitting venom as it attacked Harlan; its bizarre technique was beyond human comprehension.

Harlan's pupils contracted sharply. He had never seen such swordsmanship before; no member of the Throne should possess such skills.

"who are you?"

The gun deflected the curved sword, and Harlan demanded sharply, "You are definitely not Ennio!"

In the throne room, Ennio's swordsmanship, though unpredictable, never deviated from the balanced and moderate nature of royal swordsmanship.

Ennio now seems to be a completely different person.

"Heh! Heh! Heh!" The Keeper of Secrets laughed frivolously, relishing the surprise and skepticism of humans: "I am Ennio, prince of the Norwick royal family!"

"Scum! You have defiled the Novik royal family!"

Harlan was furious! He saw through the disguise!
The person before me is not Ennio; he is a demon disguised as a prince, who keeps committing evil deeds!

"Oops~ We've been found out~"

The Keeper of the Secret grinned maliciously as the longsword in his hand gleamed with extraordinary sharpness, disturbing the energy of the Chaotic Demon Realm. The vicious sword repeatedly stabbed at the humans before him.

"I am no longer the same as the real universe. Even with this lowly disguise, I can still kill you!"

It couldn't forget the humiliating defeat it suffered at the hands of Harlan in the throne room.

"What a coincidence!" Harlan roared, unleashing the dark light in his hand and slashing straight at the demon's poisoned weapon.

"Ding~"

The gun blade clashed with the sword blade, and the demonic weapon broke in the collision.

Amidst the demon's surprised and bewildered gaze, Harlan's spear, its power undiminished, slashed towards the imposter's neck.

"I am different from before!"

After drinking the Primal Soup, Harlan's physical abilities increased several times over, enabling him to perfectly suppress a demon that possessed a human body.

The expected head rolling did not happen; at the most critical moment, Harlan abruptly stopped the spear in his hand.

He saw the relief in Ennio's blue eyes, and the treachery on the imposter's face.

"I roughly know what state you're in."

With a flick of the spear, the blade, under precise control, severed Ennio's joints.

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The number of demons around them was decreasing, and Doom was rapidly approaching the sacrificial pit located in the center of the Chaos Octagon.

The sight before his eyes made his pupils shrink sharply, and the surging anger within him made his body tremble.

His teeth were grinding, his eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and he let out a long, hateful howl of grief and indignation:

"chaos!!!!!!"

That roar resounded throughout the barrier, containing boundless hatred, and the scorching rage made the chaos tremble!
King Norwick stood there, dumbfounded.

His body recovered, and he was as strong as before.

No! King Norwick was even more powerful. Chaos energy flowed through his body. He was as tall as Doom, but lifeless, like an uncontrolled puppet.

In the center of the eight-pointed star is an altar, about three meters high, engraved with various chaotic cryptic texts.

Queen Daisy was naked, her body spread out like a cross, her hands nailed to the altar with rusty spikes.

Her body was cut open, from her throat to her lower abdomen.

The sternum and ribs were pried open with hooks and fixed to the table with nails to expose the internal organs.

Her skin was covered in chaotic, evil magic circles, and bright red blood flowed from the lines of these circles, dripping slowly into the altar's magic circle. It seemed that the chaotic magic circle was sustaining her life and had also established some kind of connection with the altar below.

Daisy remained conscious, enduring the pain with her eyes closed, her lips already bitten raw.

"Chubby!"

Doom's grief-stricken roar also contained pain; he knew his mother would suffer, which was why he was so eager to storm the City of Truth.

When I finally saw it, I felt even more guilty for being so late.

And then there was his father. His body was corrupted by chaotic evil magic, becoming a puppet to be manipulated at will.

"Chaos is an extreme without limits."

Now, seeing everything before him, Doom finally understood why the elder had repeatedly mentioned this phrase in his description of chaos.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"Is it painful? Do you like what I prepared for you?"

Isaac slowly emerged from behind the altar, his bird-like body hunched over, holding a turquoise staff.

"I want you to die!"

Doom is going all out! He has slaughtered his way here, plundering countless demonic powers, and he is now terrifyingly strong.

With a swing of his warhammer, he could smash Isaac's head to pieces before Isaac could even react!

No! We absolutely cannot let him get away with this!
The killing intent in Doom's eyes solidified, even transforming into an invisible sword within the Chaos Realm, slicing across Isaac's body and leaving numerous wounds.

He wanted to smash the demon priest's limbs, spare its life, and let it experience a painful form of torture!

Isaac was indeed caught off guard; even as Doom's warhammer slammed into its limbs, a smug expression remained on its face.

But someone on the field realized what was happening.

To Doom's astonishment, a crimson greatsword flew out of sight, blocking the warhammer's trajectory and saving the priest from having his limbs severed.

The greatsword, its power undiminished, plunged straight into the stone slab of the ground.

Stunned and confused.

Doom looked up and saw Norwick, a man as tall as himself, facing him with a hearty smile.

Isaac then realized what was happening, and with a yelp, it flapped its winged arms and quickly fled from Doom's side.

"There is no doubt that I am not your father."

Norwick reached out and summoned the crimson greatsword back from Doom's side: "I'm just using this body to carry my will and fight you."

"Before we settle our score, I will not let that cowardly priest die, nor will I let you save that woman."

“Oh, right!” The thing occupying Norwick’s body brushed the dust off the greatsword and introduced itself to Doom:

"Mortals dare not utter my name; they call me 'the Blood God.' But I grant you a privilege: you are permitted to call me 'Khorne'!"

"Boom!"

As His voice fell, crimson lightning flashed in the chaotic realm, and blood rain fell from the hole in the curtain.

In the real universe, the Blood God revealed his name.

Doom's face darkened with anger, and he gripped his warhammer tightly. He knew that the being occupying his father's body was a god from the Warp.

The true gods~
"Why?" Doom wiped the blood from his face and stared at the gods, asking in bewilderment, "Why are you focusing your attention on me?"

Doom was genuinely puzzled. He had heard from the elders that the gods rarely left the warp and wouldn't pay much attention to a single person.

Yet here I am, and I truly feel that the gazes of the Four Gods are all upon me.

"like!"

Khorne remained expressionless and calmly gave an answer.

Love? Doom looked up at the Blood God. He didn't want the so-called "love" from the gods; he only felt deep hatred for them!
"bring it on!"

There was no escaping it, no need for further words! Fearless, he charged towards the Blood God with unending hatred!
"Come on, kid!" Blood God roared, his fighting spirit clashing with Doom's killing intent.

He is excited; the endless rage atop the skull is burning and being unleashed upon the realm of reality!
Sword and hammer collide! Sparks and shards fly everywhere!
The most powerful warrior in the real universe is destined to challenge the gods!
In the fierce collision, Doom's hammer was cleaved in two.

No matter how sturdy a mortal weapon may be, or how meticulously crafted a master craftsman may be, it can never compare to a weapon blessed by the gods.

The gift Norwick gave him was just like his own fate.

Knowing full well that they would be crushed to pieces if they defied the gods, they still charged towards them without regret, driven by various external forces.

(The noisy excavator is invincible, guys! Absolutely invincible! That's all for today, tomorrow I'll release "Judgment Sword" directly. This chapter was even edited by the censors.)
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