Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 132 Extermination Order

Doom threw out the Judgment Sword, its razor-sharp tip cleaving the High Priest in two.

The priest's body dies, his soul is slain by the sword of god-slaying, and his psychic energy is infected and gathered by malevolent concepts.

After obtaining the memories from the sand lizard priest, Doom learned everything about the alien race.

Their souls fluctuate as one, but the souls of the dead split in two, with one half returning to its brethren and the other half returning to the consciousness of its home planet.

Now that the world's consciousness has been erased, the sand lizard's soul has lost its main vessel, and all its power has converged within the High Priest.

Doom needed this immense power, and he pierced the priest with the Judgment Sword.

The psionic energy, powerful enough to destroy a planet, has lost its host once again and is searching for the same soul fluctuations, seeking the scattered Sand Lizard people in the universe.

"Quick! Brothers, don't let the Primarch down."

Deep within the Glory Queen's warship of the Twelfth Legion, the massive steel deck had been cleared, and no mortals were allowed to approach.

The Doomsday Warriors stood guard on the perimeter, while Ahriman and his hundred brothers inscribed psionic arrays on the deck.

The sand lizard captives in the center of the formation, their thinking organs removed, were piled up like pigs to serve as a medium for psionic energy.

The soldiers of the Fifteenth Legion formed concentric circles, one on top of the other, chanting psychic spells to inscribe them into the souls of the sand lizards.

“The Primarch has killed the Sand Lizard Priest; it is our turn to trigger the psionic echo.”

Ahriman presided over the formation and, as Doom requested, used the transmitted sand lizard energy to trigger a spiritual echo that would annihilate all the sand lizards.

The sand lizard's body rapidly expanded, and psychic energy, visible to the naked eye, gathered from the void and poured into its body.

Its blank expression gradually turned to pain; the returning souls of its compatriots carried with them a concept of erasure.

"Engrave the mark of detonation!"

At Ahriman's command, the legionary warriors raised their rune knives and used their psionic energy to carve detonation runes onto the deck.

The process of detonating the mark is simple: it uses the life of the sand lizard as a medium to introduce their unique soul fluctuations.

"Kill!" With the mark inscribed, Ahriman gave the order again, coordinating the legion's movements.

The legion warriors plunged rune-inscribed daggers into the array, and the ritual was immediately completed, causing the bodies of the sand lizard captives to explode.

The psionic echo was detonated, carrying a malevolent curse, and searched for its surviving members throughout the universe.

The erasure by the Judgment Sword and the detonation mark engraved by the spell, mixed with psionic energy, brought extinction to the sand lizard.

The Space Wolves' fleet was engaged in battle, and the Herafunkel was building a bridge. Ruth frowned as he sensed a powerful burst of psionic energy.

Ruth actually has a high psychic talent, but he rarely uses psychic powers or disdains using this strange power.

Ruth sensed the burst of psionic energy sweeping across the fleet, and a triumphant smile appeared on his rugged face as he smirked.

He knew his brother had succeeded; the psionic echo would completely erase the sand lizard, utterly eliminating it from the soul level.

"All warships maintain a safe distance, and boarding personnel should evacuate as soon as possible. We have won this battle."

"Ha~" Ruth yawned, her eyelids drooped, and she resumed her lazy demeanor, humming a little tune as she left the bridge.

The rest can be left to the Space Marines; his genetic offspring are more than capable of handling these minor matters.

He needed to prepare roast meat and mead to welcome his brother; he had to have a big meal.

In the various colonies of the sand lizard, all the sand lizard eggs in the sanctuary burst open, and the fragile souls were instantly annihilated.

Then came the baby sand lizards that hatched; the moment the psionic energy swept over them, their tiny heads all exploded.

The psychic echoes continued to transmit, detonating the mark upon contact with the physical body and triggering a soul fluctuation.

Souls, from weak to strong, were all infected.

The weak souls explode and become new sources of psychic energy, plunging the sand lizard race into an inevitable cycle of death.

Like a pyramid, it is destroyed from the bottom up, with the structure collapsing layer by layer.

The human servants were terrified. The high and mighty sand lizard masters suddenly collapsed to the ground, their heads exploding open.

The psionic echoes spread like a plague, leaving no survivors in the hive and no one in the sand lizard society spared.

The elderly, women, children, skilled workers, soldiers, and leaders.

As the basic society perishes, psychic energy continues to gather, and the scenes inside the warships in space become even more horrifying.

The human warriors retreated quickly, and the sand lizards that were resisting had no idea what was happening when they suddenly felt dizzy and had a sharp pain in their heads.

The psionic energy was violently poured into his body, causing the warrior's skin to emit a purple light. His body floated into the air and then exploded into pieces.

One after another, their power grew stronger and stronger. The race's formidable talent had become a death warrant.

Finally, the Space Wolves' fleet hid in the distance.

The Space Marines looked out the porthole and saw intense purple energy erupting in the dark universe.

The sand lizards were completely wiped out!
A true annihilation, leaving no trace, the entire race was completely wiped out.

In high orbit around Salzburg, Doom's return silenced the warship. There was no cheering; mortals and Space Marines alike knelt before the Primarch, hands to their hearts, in a warrior's salute.

The reverence expressed cannot be conveyed in words; it is through pure actions that the purest form of worship is expressed.

After washing away the bloodstains, Doom, whose body had fully recovered, returned to the bridge wearing a long robe.

He sat on his throne, his calm, deep voice emanating from him as he issued an order: "Prepare for the extermination order."

No one dared to question the Primarch's orders, and the fleet would carry them out.

The captain knelt before the Primarch, presenting a piece of parchment with both hands—the extermination order.

This tiny piece of parchment carries the power to utterly destroy a world; very few people have the authority to sign an extermination order.

Without a doubt, the Primarch is among them.

Doom looked relaxed, took the quill pen, and signed his name—Doom Norwick.

"Use the Cyclone Torpedo." Doom scanned the Extinction Order execution types and selected the Cyclone Torpedo.

The Primarch's voice was gentle and soothing, yet his words were cold and ruthless; he wanted to completely destroy the Xenomorph world.

A single whirlwind torpedo is enough to shatter the alien world to pieces.

Doom looked down at the world and decided to destroy it completely to prevent it from rising again.

A planet that gave birth to consciousness, though now destroyed, may experience strange events in the years to come.

So Doom decided to blow it to smithereens and eliminate the threat completely.

Under the Primarch's personal supervision, the fleet gradually withdrew from the alien homeworld to avoid being accidentally hit by the Cyclone Torpedoes.

The Glory Queen-class warship raised its orbit and dropped the Cyclone Torpedo from directly above the planet.

The fleet's high command stood at the porthole, watching the destruction of a world.

The Cyclone Torpedo is very fast. It breaks through the planet's atmosphere, and its superheated warhead quickly penetrates the ground, reaching the planet's core.

Space is silent, but most people hear faint explosions.

Salzburg, once a verdant planet, is now a desolate wasteland.

The planet trembled in its orbit, violent forces surged beneath the surface, chasms were torn apart, and scorching magma erupted from the Earth's core.

Boom~
With a dull thud, the planet was completely shattered.

The continent was shattered, and the entire continent was thrown into space, with magma, like the blood of a planet, spewing into high orbit.

At the edge of the galaxy, a magnificent warship departed from the warp and headed straight for Doom's fleet.

“How magnificent,” Ruth’s projection appeared, marveling at the beautiful death of a planet.

"Brother, you're really fast. I almost missed the end of the Alien world."

Ruth raised his glass, realizing he had arrived just in time for the final journey.

He watched as the planet shattered, its fragments scattered in orbit, a smile on his face, but inwardly lamenting the destruction of the world.

Ruth felt sorry for him, but she didn't question it.

He had complete faith in Doom's judgment. A wise ruler would do this after careful consideration and with reliable reasons.

Sipping mead and quietly appreciating it, without delving too deeply.

After the brothers have done all the dirty and hard work, am I supposed to go and criticize them? Criticize why an extermination order was used?

Beneath Ruth's seemingly barbaric exterior lies a sensitive and discerning heart, knowing when to advance and when to retreat.

The two brothers destroyed an entire race and their home planet in three days; there's nothing wrong with that.

They were all executioners, people with their hands stained with blood.

"Let's go. The matter is settled." Doom nodded to Russ.

This matter is settled; it's time to leave.

"Horus is not far away, shall we go and see him on the way?" Horus grinned and invited Doom to go with him to visit another brother.

"What is he doing?" A glint flashed in Doom's eyes; he hadn't expected Horus to be nearby.

"Six hundred light-years away, negotiating with a human ally, persuading them to peacefully submit to the Empire."

“We can go take a look.” Doom nodded, accepting Russ’s invitation and deciding to visit Horus while he was there.

During the Great Crusade, violence was a direct means of conquering vast territories for the human empire.

More often than not, peace talks were the main theme of the Great Expedition, preventing humanity from killing each other.

"Come! Come! Come!" Ruth's eyes gleamed with greed, and he licked his lips. "Come aboard my ship, and we'll drink and eat."

"If things don't go well in Horus, we can learn from the Space Marines; they're very experienced."

(End of this chapter)