Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 106 Father and Son Reunited (Kowtowing to those who donated!)
The imperial offspring walked on the red carpet, chests out and heads held high with great pride, their eyes revealing a calm yet wise gleam.

Wherever he went, the imperial guards in golden armor knelt on one knee to show him unprecedented respect.

Representatives from twenty Space Marine legions knelt before him, bowing in reverence for the Primarch's power.

Horus was moved by his brother; he had never seen such a valiant king, nor such a powerful warrior.

He was astonished by the Imperial Guards' kneeling; those golden-armored warriors were the embodiment of the Emperor's will, how could they do such a thing?

Horus looked at his father, his eyes showing no displeasure, as if he were oblivious to everything around him, only his divine light shining brightly.

satisfaction!

The Emperor's eyes shone with a brilliant psychic light, and he saw the extraordinary warrior, the avatar that had been lost in the galaxy.

Equally powerful and extraordinary, equally resilient.

His gaze was like lightning, his dark eyes like stars, his brows were deep and unfathomable, and his aura was majestic and invincible.

Wearing power armor and with a Judgment Sword hanging at his waist.

Only such a fierce man dares to provoke the Four Gods, and only he dares to make a vow to slay the gods.

Doom Norwick? That's what they call him?
The Emperor couldn't help but sigh at fate once again, for even across the infinite void, the title of the Warrior of Destruction remained eternally unchanged.

The noble sons on both sides of the road, who were participating in the ceremony, were already sobbing uncontrollably. This was the most glorious moment of their lives, witnessing the return of an imperial heir.

This will be a rare moment in their lives, and perhaps even in the entire empire.

Macardo nodded repeatedly as he looked at the heroic figure; the "hope" the emperor spoke of certainly had its merits.

Waldo was also scrutinizing the tall figure. Out of professional instinct, he compared himself to Doom and felt that he might not last two rounds.

The power contained within that body seemed capable of shattering a planet.

Li Tang clenched his fist, moved by the great image of the father of genes, who was taller and more powerful than Horus.

Horus gazed at his brother, a sudden pang of pain rising within his sense of honor—a mixture of inferiority and a surge of competitive desire.

His brother, who ruled over the stars, was the king of warriors, the greatest king unmatched.

And what am I? A nobody from the Colchis gang.

For the first time, Horus seemed to feel a sense of inferiority and emotion regarding his status.

Doom Norwick found his way home among the stars; he was sent back by the Cult of Mechanics.

Having received instruction from his father, Doom had already struck fear into the hearts of his enemies and won everything with his own hands.

Horus asked himself – in the same thirty years, could he do everything he did?
He slowly shook his head, feeling utterly dejected.

He was so conflicted, envying his brother's achievements, proud of what his brother had done, and feeling inferior in comparison to him.

The Emperor's psionic field trembled due to the emotional fluctuations, and he couldn't wait to walk towards Doom, even though they were so close.

I must quickly reunite with him and tell him about my grand plan.

He walked down the steps and approached Doom.

Macado and Waldo followed behind in surprise. The initial rehearsal was not like this; they should have waited until Doom walked to the steps.

They chose to follow, and everyone behind them chose to follow the Emperor.

Li Tang also looked puzzled, but in the end he led his hundred brothers and walked towards the father of genes with firm steps.

Even with the sun high in the sky, the fireworks are still spectacular.

Fragrant flowers rained down from the sky, and the choir sang softly, offering blessings to the emperor and his children.

Everyone was deeply moved by this solemn ceremony.

Doom saw a middle-aged man in a pure gold robe, radiating psychic energy, descend the steps at the end of the trail and walk towards him with a smile.

His skin was a moderately tanned brown, and his long black hair was tied back with a golden laurel wreath; his eyes were deep-set and darker than his other features, and he was of average height but not thin.

His average height expanded with each step he took forward, gradually growing as tall as the original genetic material.

Almost instinctively, the brilliance of the psychic energy made Doom frown. It was truly abnormal for a human to possess such powerful psychic energy.

He focused his gaze intently, scanning the newcomer with sharp eyes, but found no trace of the Chaos Infection.

The mark on the Judgment Sword at the waist was glowing; it detected the divinity within the man, which, though well hidden, could not escape the senses of the God-Slaying Sword.

Doom narrowed his eyes slightly. He had discovered something very interesting: a human being who was incredibly powerful, possessing both divinity and humanity.

He strode forward, leading Turing Sophia and the champion swordsman, towards the Human Emperor. He was certain. The middle-aged man hidden in the golden light of psionic energy was his "Genetic Father."

This is irrefutable.

Even if Doom only acknowledges King Norwick as his father, he cannot deny the relationship between the person before him.

The two met in the middle of the red carpet. The Emperor, as tall as Doom, put his arms around his shoulders: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

His voice was excited, conveying his most sincere expectations without being relayed by the Imperial Guards.

Doom opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to say "father."

"It's alright, it's alright." The Emperor patted Doom on the shoulder, noticing his hesitation, and said kindly, "Call me whatever you like."

Doom nodded in gratitude at the Emperor's overtures and leniency, his eyes filled with thanks: "Thank you!"

They smiled at each other, then embraced warmly.

“This is your brother.” The Emperor took Doom’s hand and led him to Horus: “He also longs for your return.”

Horus smiled kindly and opened his arms to Doom, saying, "Horus Lupecal."

Doom nodded in acknowledgment and opened his arms in return: "Doom Norwick."

Two giants, the great offspring of the emperor, opened their arms and embraced each other tightly.

Countless chroniclers and servicing skulls depicted this historic scene, recording the reunion of brothers and the gathering of father and son.

After embracing his brother, Doom's gaze fell to the side, to the tall warriors clad in black armor.

He and they share a strange telepathic connection that has existed since they left the warp.

Li Tang felt the gaze of the Father of Genetics. He remained silent and led the hundred members of the Destruction Warrior Legion to kneel down.

"The father of genetics".

Doom walked up to him and reached out to help the genetic offspring up: "You are brave."

On his way to Terra, after passing through Gerhan, he learned of the existence of the Twenty-First Legion.

They fought with the fiercest courage, destroying one enemy of humanity after another with boundless rage.

Even if such a warrior is not his own offspring, he should still respect him.

We dare not disgrace your grace!

What grace can compare to a single affirmation from the being that gives strength?
Li Tang thought he might never shed another tear in his life, but upon hearing the affirmation from the father of genetics, his eyes welled up with tears.

These mightiest warriors are, after all, still flesh-and-blood human beings.

"This is my old friend, Magician Macado." The Emperor led an old man to Doom and introduced him.

Doom nodded to the genetic offspring, then turned his gaze to the old man.

He saw a kind of perseverance and responsibility, the strength contained in that old body, and a great belief.

“Hello, elder.” Doom nodded to him, genuinely admiring a mortal who had shouldered an extraordinary responsibility.

Makado returned the smile, expressing his positive impression of Doom as a worthy king.

“Constantine Waldo.” The Emperor then pointed to the golden-armored warrior beside him: “Commander of the Imperial Guard, my personal bodyguard.”

Doom remained calm and nodded in acknowledgment to the golden-armored warrior.

But inwardly, he was shaking his head. A psychic with such immense power needing a bodyguard... that seemed a bit...

After some interaction, the two sides became quite familiar with each other.

“Harlan Ogrivey.” Doom pulled Harlan in front of him and proudly introduced him: “The champion swordsman, whose courage terrifies his enemies.”

The emperor looked at the scarred warrior in white armor, who was not as simple as he appeared, and nodded repeatedly: "His strength is beyond doubt."

"Central Law Sophia".

The lively atmosphere paused for a moment, and the volume of conversation decreased. The Emperor's attitude towards the omnics was resolute and brooked no discussion.

Doom remained composed, looking directly into the Emperor's eyes: "She is my friend, my personal advisor."

The emperor narrowed his eyes, looking expressionlessly at the illusory digital lifeforms and rows of iron figures.

(Please point out any typos; they may not be visible at times.)
(End of this chapter)