Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 105 Kneel down to welcome him! (Special thanks to the friend who corrected the error!)

"Let's go, let's get ready to welcome our brother back."

Horus left the cross window, strode out of the office, and summoned his genetic offspring.

At this moment of great anticipation, the first son to return must demonstrate the necessary charisma to make his returning brothers feel accepted and loved.

The wild child who has returned from the void, feeling the warm welcome from his older brother and father, must be moved to tears, right?
As Horus thought this, the paternal love that had been stripped from his heart was gradually filled by the affection for his brother.

Horus himself may not have known that his understanding of brotherhood and responsibility was mixed with a hint of boasting and jealousy.

At the 21st Legion's base, Li Tang prepared the armor for each of his brothers, ready to welcome the return of the Father of Genetics.

In the Emperor's prediction, today was the day he would arrive in Terra and the momentous occasion of recognizing his genetic offspring.

The Legion of Doom has returned from the void, having prepared for this meeting for a long time.

The armor and weapons were brand new, coated with the Mechanicus’s high-quality holy oil, and the Legion’s insignia were painted with the most vibrant vermilion.

One hundred gene brothers await the return of the father of genes with the highest spirits.

When Li Tang looked up and saw the magnificent warship standing in Terra's orbit, bearing the same mark, he knew that the Father of Genetics had returned.

"go!"

Li Tang roared in a rare display of anger, not daring to speak in the mind-to-mind connection.

Long ago, the warriors clearly sensed the presence of a powerful being in their mental link.

They knew he was their genetic father, but Doom dared not disturb him before they met.

Doom stared intently at the Judgment Sword, its edge seemingly sharper than ever before.

The crimson glow of the red lightsaber exuded a strong sense of malice, and its several powerful concepts were baring their fangs and claws.

No one on the bridge dared to look directly at it; even the Night Guardians who had participated in the War of Truth could not bear to look directly at the sharpness of the Judgment Sword.

Space Marines like Gerhan were even more unable to control themselves.

The instinct of fear that had been erased by the emperor surged up at this moment, and the genetic seeds that had not been removed from his chest even sent out signals of escape.

The emperor's fearless warriors now felt only fear, a fear that could not be overcome with courage, a fear that originated from the very instincts of his soul.

Sophia's virtual image began to malfunction, and even digital life forms were terrified; a mere glancing blow from that sword would result in complete erasure.

Doom sheathed the blade of his Judgment Sword, hanging it at his waist, already prepared for the worst.

"Go, my warriors, descend upon Terra!"

He strode forward with great strides, showing no fear or trepidation about returning home.

“My lord…” Sophia called out to Doom, a hint of hesitation creeping into her expression.

"What's wrong, my advisor?" Doom stood there and asked Sophia, "Do you have any concerns?"

Sophia and Turing, the two artificial intelligences on the bridge, knelt down and said in unison, "The Human Empire is hostile to omnics, and our existence will cause you trouble."

Gerhan nodded in agreement with the omnic's point of view.

The Empire's hostility toward artificial intelligence stems from the Emperor, who is untouchable.

"You must have faith in me." Doom raised his hand to signal his subjects to rise, his extremely heroic face serious and earnest: "You are my subjects, my warriors, my advisors."

"We are equal friends and comrades-in-arms. Our friendship and recognition do not require the recognition of the human empire."

“You swear allegiance to me, and I will also swear allegiance to you.”

“If this place doesn’t recognize you, I won’t recognize them either. The vast star system should be able to accommodate us.” Doom stomped his foot lightly, his boots landing on Terra.

After Doom finished speaking, he stood still, raised his hand to Sofia, and sincerely invited her: "Our souls share the same light."

Artificial intelligence was so excited that it became incoherent, and its data-driven thinking briefly faltered, only to involuntarily reach out to Doom.

Even in a virtual image, Sofia could still feel the heat, the radiant, fiery soul.

Turing's mechanical limbs trembled incessantly; he didn't know how to express himself, his iron fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

Since being awakened by the person before them, they are no longer servants, but have been given equal human dignity.

He did not just talk the talk; he always walked the walk.

Even today, when facing the human empire, he still keeps his promise and treats machines as equals.

Gerhan was equally excited. What could compare to the words of a great Primarch: "We are equal, our souls are the same."

Let alone machines, he even considered switching allegiance to the Twenty-First Legion, even to Space Marines. "Let's go. Let's go down and see them, and let them see us."

Doom took Sophia's hand and, with the Night Guard and Space Marines, headed towards the landing ship.

He can teleport, but that's not an option. He needs to demonstrate his power, not reveal his trump cards.

"Space Marine, where should we land?"

Doom turned to the soldiers of the Fifth Army and asked them, "When you're on someone else's turf, you still have to show respect."

"With your caliber, you should land on the walkway in the central courtyard of the palace, where only such a place can bear the weight of your glory."

"Then go there."

Horus stood beside the Emperor; they were indeed waiting on the steps at the end of the courtyard walkway, awaiting the return of a lost son.

The warships that hovered in orbit around Terra were beautiful and powerful, casting enormous shadows that covered the entire continent.

Those present were no ordinary people, so they could see that a gate had been opened in the belly of the massive void ship, releasing a landing craft.

The emperor was very nervous, even more so than when facing the Four Gods. Dressed in his finest attire, he kept glancing at his clothes.

"Waldo, am I dressed appropriately?"

A voice echoed in Waldo's mind. He looked intently at the Emperor again, his meticulous gaze sweeping over every fold of the robe. He said with absolute certainty:

"My lord, that's very tactful! You've asked twelve times already!"

"Macado, straighten my crown, it feels a little crooked..."

"This is the sixth time... my old friend."

Horus looked at the burning landing ship, his eyes filled with complex emotions. His thoughts were incredibly deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

When the white landing craft landed on the palace walkway, a huge cheer erupted from the crowd.

The dense crowds on both sides of the walkway were all richly dressed nobles, with the Imperial Guards standing in front of them, also wearing magnificent ceremonial golden armor.

The central corridor is a hand-knitted red carpet embroidered with a golden double-headed eagle, flanked by dazzling gemstones of various colors.

The airlock opened, and the soldiers of the Fifth Legion stepped out, chests out and heads held high. After appearing, they walked to the side.

The Emperor nodded slightly. The warriors of the Fifth Legion had found the Primarch; they deserved this honor.

Then, the faces of the imperial high-ranking officials on the steps gradually stiffened, and the cheers subsided considerably.

The members of the Mechanicus who were attending the ceremony saw the creation appear before them, its mechanical limbs twitching and sparks flying from its eyes.

The ground trembled slightly with each synchronized footstep as two groups of people emerged from the landing ship—machines and humans!
The human ranks were on the left, clad in white power armor, with the lead warrior carrying a large banner embroidered with red markings on a black background.

The Iron Man formation is on the right, equally orderly, with steel frames and constantly being scanned by electronic eyes; the leader also carries a large banner.

They strode out of the landing ship with pride, heads held high, facing the gaze of the crowd.

Their orderly steps and impeccable military bearing revealed them to be a powerful and elite force.

The Imperials on the steps looked at the Omnics with awkwardness in their eyes, but they did not make a move because the real boss had not yet appeared.

The ranks split into two sides from the middle, soldiers and machines, their banners striking the ground in perfect unison, producing a powerful clanging sound.

Then a man stepped out of the cabin. He was not tall, wore a black cloak with gold lettering, and carried a long spear.

The Imperials were unsure whether he was the Primarch.
He stood tall and proud on the red carpet, turned to survey the crowds on both sides, then looked towards the end of the path. His voice was rough and weathered: "Kneel down!"

In fact, Doom did not expect that the human empire had prepared a welcoming ceremony.

Because of the commonality of the rituals, he responded to the imperial rituals in the manner of Nur.

Harlan gave a low shout, and Iron Man and Night Guard knelt down on one knee, placing their hands on their chests to welcome the King of Warriors.

"Wow~"

The people of the Empire also knelt down, kneeling on one knee as well, mimicking the movements of the warriors and machines, with one hand pressed against their chest.

"Welcome the ruler of the Nur Stars, King Norwick, King of Warriors, Doom Slayer!"

Harlan raised his gun with one hand, roared with fervor, and then knelt down to greet the King of Warriors.

As the last person stepped out of the landing ship, no one could hold back any longer. They looked at his figure and erupted in deafening cheers.

He was so extraordinary, his five-meter height exuding power, his extremely heroic face serious yet radiant.

(End of this chapter)