Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 121 We are the Warriors of Doom!
In the alien hive, the sand lizard priest guides the spiritual energy of his people to continuously defend against human attacks from space.

If we just hold on a little longer, reinforcements from the nearest city will arrive.

Once the city gates open, the reinforcements will join forces to attack the humans outside the city. Their defeat will be inevitable, and they will have to board their spaceships and slink away from here.

This has been the war rule of the sand lizard race for thousands of years: with their unique spiritual talents, they have conquered one human world after another, enslaving humans as livestock.

There were also psionic beings among the humans, whom the priests stuffed into towers, draining their psionic energy to maintain the barrier and defend against attacks from their own kind.

At the current rate of depletion, the barrier can last a long time, long enough for humanity to completely fail and for their filthy feet to leave Salz.

"Boom."

With a loud bang, the pressure from the water pipe cut by the laser cutter exploded, sending the pipe-cutting machine flying.

Under normal circumstances, such a commotion would definitely attract attention and alert the alien.

The situation is different now; the landing zone is engulfed in artillery fire, and the sound is quickly drowned out.

"Sir, the submarine has been successfully launched."

The Doomsday Warrior was already waiting inside the speedboat. Stormhawk lifted the submersible and lowered it into the pipe.

Ten Destroyers, aboard two submarines, entered a pipe a hundred meters in diameter.

They navigated their speedboat through the tunnels, constantly dodging traps, as they made their way to the heart of the alien nest.

Meanwhile, the sand lizard technicians at the water treatment center in the city naturally noticed the loss of pressure in the water pipes.

It tilted its head in confusion, hesitating whether it should report it. The technician didn't understand what had happened.

The constant artillery fire outside the city is most likely caused by the vibrations that malfunctioned the sensors, or even by a broken pipe that caused a loss of water pressure.

The technician noticed two huge shadows flashing in the pipeline monitoring, which were nothing like the usual aquatic plants or large fish that had wandered in.

It felt uneasy and ultimately decided to report the anomaly.

At the crucial moment of a siege, even a small mistake can lead to total defeat. It is just a minor technique and cannot bear such a heavy responsibility.

"An anomaly was detected in the water pipes; it could be an enemy intrusion!"

After the technician reported the anomaly, his tense nerves relaxed slightly, but he immediately panicked again because of the possibility of a false alarm—if the soldier made a wasted trip, he would not escape punishment.

Soon, summoned by the alarm, nearly five hundred sand lizard warriors arrived at the water treatment center, and more were still arriving.

With the human-controlled hive city now under lockdown, warriors are taking refuge within the city, naturally raising the level of security within the city several notches.

The technician felt a little flustered when he saw so many soldiers coming.

He is a technician, and if he reports something incorrectly and causes the soldier to make a wasted trip, he will definitely be punished.

"Great warrior, please look here."

The technician pointed to the screen, where two shadows were frozen, somewhat resembling large fish.

"It's human!"

The warrior leader narrowed his beastly eyes, quickly confirming the true nature of the shadow: "They want to destroy us from within."

"A maximum of ten people."

It was cursing, its voice hissing: "Damn humans, they think they can defeat an entire city with just a dozen people?"

"idiot……"

“Foolish insects…”

"Arrogant two-legged Aries..."

The leader's curses echoed among the sand lizard warriors, with some even shouting, "Let the humans in, then shut the sluice gates and leave them with no way out but to die without a burial place!"

“That’s right, let them in, then close the gate.”

The leader warrior stared at the monitor screen, its eyes blazing with murderous intent: "Let them in," it hissed, "I want to personally torture and kill these ignorant humans."

"Yes, sir..."

The technician looked at the lizard eyes, thought for a moment and found that there was no major problem. There were hundreds of powerful warriors here. Could ten humans rush in and kill them all?

So it extended its scaly fingers and shut down the waterway defenses, allowing the humans to arrive faster.

"what happened?"

Osiris was puzzled in the speedboat, wondering why the waterway traps were closed and the road ahead was clear.

He spoke through the telepathic link: "Speed ​​up! Our mission is crucial. Although the Father of Genetics has other methods, we cannot let him down!"

"They are inviting us."

Osiris saw the sluice gate closing, leaving only a narrow gap, just enough for the speedboat to pass through.

"This is the arrogance of those alien bastards; they will pay a heavy price." As the two speedboats passed through the lock, the lock gates behind them immediately closed, cutting off humanity's escape route.

Human underwater vehicles floated up from the huge reservoir, and the sand lizards laughed cruelly from the poolside.

The expected attack did not occur the moment the Doomsday Warrior opened the hatch.

They slowly got up, only to see a ferocious sand lizard standing by the pool, its eyes red and its face menacing.

"First, establish a foothold and gain an advantage."

Osiris gave the order via telepathy, and Doom learned that the aliens wanted to play a brutal killing game.

The sand lizard also saw ten warriors clad in jet-black armor rise from the speedboat that floated out of the pool.

They appeared taller and more threatening than those outside the city, and were better equipped.

"Human...human."

The sand lizard leader's voice was awkward; he even waved and greeted people by the pool, saying, "Welcome to death."

The soldiers remained silent, simply steer their speedboats closer to the pool, appearing indifferent to life and death.

The leader could understand, understood the despair of being surrounded, that indifference to life and death, the sorrow of a broken heart where no matter how much one struggled, it was all in vain.

Osiris shook his head. The first and most difficult hurdle of entering the city was over, and now the lizards were making way for the Doomsday Warrior to come ashore.

He even felt a little grateful to the aliens for leaving the leader with a complete corpse.

Once the ten black-armored warriors had reached the shore, the leader raised its head, its gaze condescending, as if to deliver a speech of pity: "Humans..."

"Slay those damned alien scum! Let them know the wrath of the Doomsday Warrior!"

Osiris roared, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, his boundless rage exploding in the alien's ears.

The Dooms are more powerful than anyone can imagine; they are the embodiment of rage.

One of the most aggressive brothers launched the first fierce attack; he was an unstoppable killing machine.

Equipped with blood-red lightning claws on both hands, the longest claw blade is a meter long. When the disintegration force field is activated, he is an undisputed killer.

The movement was so fast that the sand lizard couldn't react. He swung his arm and tore the nearby alien into pieces. Before the corpse could even split apart, the Doom Slayer had already smashed it away.

With palms outstretched, the warrior lunged forward, his claws like five sharp swords standing before him. His advance was as swift as lightning, leaving only corpses and fragments in his wake.

The disintegration weapon in its other palm fired continuously, turning the still-laughing sand lizard, which hadn't even reacted yet, into atomic sparks.
Some wielded twin swords and wreaked havoc, some swept away aliens with halberds, and some smashed them with warhammers.

The weapons, custom-made by the emperor's private craftsmen, went on a killing spree, leaving the alien corpses strewn across the battlefield.

When the first swarm of sand lizards' blood splattered on the ground, half of the more than five hundred aliens had already been reduced to pieces.

The ten-man squad of Destroyers are of one mind; they are as one as one.

The slaughtering skills honed over millennia are now infused with the most genuine killing intent, the power emanating from the Father of Genetics is unmatched!
When the soldiers' leader realized what was happening, all he saw was a sea of ​​blood; the pool was stained crimson with the blood of his comrades.

All that could be seen were the ghostly figures of black-armored warriors, corpses strewn across the ground, and the ever-decreasing lives of their comrades.

Only then did it realize what monster its arrogance had unleashed.

"police……"

Before it could even sound an alarm, Osiris's halberd was aimed, and the disintegration weapon pulverized it into atoms.

Five seconds later, ten Doomsday Warriors burst out of the water treatment center, leaving behind more than five hundred corpses of Sand Lizard Warriors.

They are unstoppable war gods! Their black armor is stained with blood, making the red lines appear even more eerie.

The Doomsday Warrior made no roars or howls; its advance was unstoppable.

They moved along the alien city streets, climbing towards the top of the hive, where the psionic energy level was off the charts.

The servants' shots were unaimed, and the warriors' desperate charge resulted in their deaths.

Blood flowed limply down the road. The only thing the aliens could do was use their blood to add some stickiness to the Doom Soldier's boots.

The ten-man squad swept through the streets like a black torrent, heading straight for the psionic core atop the hive capital—the heart of the sand lizards' filthy rule.

A scream rushed forward! Then death...

The entire city's sand lizard warriors rushed over, but were terrified by the sight of the carnage on the ground, unable to suppress their fear.

The ground was covered in slippery blood, broken pieces of corpses, and compatriots who had been reduced to ashes.

This was not a battle; it was a pure massacre.

Their own race were lambs to the slaughter, waiting to be reaped by the black reaper, unable to resist that fate.

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(End of this chapter)