Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 140 Shadow Stealth (Thanks for the donation!)

Refusing to be followed by the Doom Soldier, Doom moved quickly through the steel corridors of the Herafinkel alone.

On his journey back to Terra, he needs to reassure the soldiers of the Nineteenth Legion.

We must hurry, because once we return to Terra, we may not have much time to take care of them.

Doom's goal was to separate the Legion from Horus's command, allowing it to leverage its strengths and maintain its independent existence, rather than using it as a cheap suicide squad for the Shadowmoon Wolves.

In this way, Horus will no longer deplete their resources, and he can show some consideration when facing his brothers in the future.

When the brothers returned, the legion they took over was independent and had its own legion culture.

They will not be assimilated by the Shadowmoon Wolves and become a legion renowned for its assaults.

Even if they do become a commando unit in the future, it will be an achievement of their own.

On the deck, the Legion soldiers were already lined up in neat rows, awaiting the Primarch's inspection and conversation.

They broke away from Horus's organization and were about to return to Terra, but the soldiers of the Nineteenth Legion were confused.

Having temporarily withdrawn from the Great Expedition and adjusted the existing tactical system, how can we conquer humanity's enemies?

Uncertain about the future, they need guidance.

As a somber atmosphere permeated the Legion, the warriors saw the Primarch's towering figure approaching.

"The Great Primarch".

Thirty thousand Space Marines knelt on one knee before the King of Warriors, performing the warrior's salute to express their highest respect.

"Get up."

Doom stood on the stage, his calm voice as warm as sunshine, sweeping away the gloom that had enveloped the Legion.

slam-la-

The sound of armor rubbing together was uniform as the Legion soldiers rose to their feet, carefully gazing upon the Primarch's glorious image.

He was exceptionally brave and strong, his body clad in simple armor and a cloak bearing the marks of war.

Most striking is the red runes inscribed on the Primarch's chest, where muscular pectoral muscles gleam faintly.

In the formation of ten thousand people who stood up, only one person knelt down. He stood alone at the very front of the line, holding his helmet and not raising his head.

"Please punish me! Great Primarch!" A sob came, and the gray-armored warrior lowered his head and choked with sobs.

The soldier's cries were filled with anguish; he could not forgive himself for his mistake.

Doom called softly, urging the commander of the 19th Army Corps to rise: "Get up, Commander."

“You cannot defy Horus Lupecal, just as you cannot defy me.”

A simple sentence made the legion commander tremble all over, his helmet fell to the ground, and he lay on the ground crying even louder.

The soldiers who bled silently on the brutal battlefield were now crying like children.

The Legion Commander knew that the Primarch had forgiven him, even understood him, and magnanimously saw the helplessness of the Nineteenth Legion.

Under the command of a Primarch, the Nineteenth Legion has no choice but to obey orders.

Even if the orders were unreasonable, sending their brethren to their deaths, they were forced to carry them out.

In the repeated charges and battles, the Legion's original talents were concealed, and they gradually moved closer to the Shadowmoon Wolves.

Doom raised his hand to signal, and two legionary soldiers stepped forward to help up the legionary commander, who was wailing loudly.

"Upon returning to Terra, I will entrust the War Council with planning a new course of action for you, and you will embark on your own journey."

"Thank you for your mercy!" The soldiers knelt down again, their helmets concealing their excitement.

From this point forward, the 19th Army Corps will be independent and will no longer be cannon fodder or a footnote to the honor of certain armies.

Doom waved his hand, signaling the warriors to stand up.

"Independence is the beginning of a new journey. You, who have broken away from Shadowmoon Wolves, need to study new tactics and develop your own style."

"Do you have any leads on this? Or should we continue with the assault tactics?"

"I have new plans." The legion commander wiped away his tears, straightened his posture, and stood upright facing the Primarch.

He was a strong, muscular man with black hair tied in a ponytail, a stern face, and piercing, dark eyes.

The legion commander beckoned to the depths of the legion's ranks, calling out to his fellow soldiers.

Doom watched patiently. It would be best if he could come up with an idea, whether it was good or bad, at least he would have a direction.

The soldier fears being lost and then falling into a self-destructive path, which is exactly what he worries about.

The current situation made him nod in approval. Most of the legion members were confused about the future, but the legion commander had never given up on independence.

A soldier of medium build, wearing standard power armor, ran up; he looked quite ordinary.

“Primarch, look, this is a secret hidden by the Legion. I have never revealed it to outsiders, and even the Legion brothers know very little about it.”

Doom nodded and gently raised his hand in acknowledgment; he was used to every legion having secrets.

The Legion of Doom also has secrets. "Show your talents with confidence. The Primarch saved us from dire straits; no one is more trustworthy than him."

Encouraged by the legion commander, the soldier nodded solemnly, took a step forward, stepped into a narrow shadow of light, and then disappeared completely.

Wow~
The soldiers of the 19th Army Corps were in an uproar; they had never experienced or heard of such a skill before.

Doom's eyes narrowed as he sensed a dark psionic fluctuation, and the warrior vanished.

It was still clearly perceptible that the soldier was still there, standing motionless in the shadows.

"To blend into the shadows?" Doom nodded in satisfaction; it was indeed a remarkable talent.

“Yes, blending into the shadows, invisible to the naked eye.” The legion commander proudly raised his head and said excitedly:

"A gift from the father of genes, I want to use this talent as a foundation to allow the Legion to develop infiltration tactics."

"very good."

The Primarch smiled and nodded to the Legion Commander, "This is indeed a unique talent, suitable for developing stealth operations to infiltrate enemy lines."

"If you let Horus know sooner, you might be able to get out of this predicament."

“I demand that my brothers swear an oath never to reveal this to Horus,” the legion commander said, his face grim and his resolve unwavering.

"Our unique talents will never become an asset to the Shadowmoon Wolves, allowing them to exploit us even more."

Since things had come to this point, Doom said no more or offered any further advice.

Within the Nineteenth Legion, there had long been grievances against Horus, but they were powerless to resist his authority.

Once freed from Horus's tyranny, their hidden indomitable spirit immediately came to the fore.

From this day forward, however, the Nineteenth Legion's hostility toward the Shadowmoon Wolves will be passed down through the Legion's culture forever.

“Commander,” Doom said softly, “since you have your own plans, I will no longer interfere in your future.”

I wish you all the best in advance.

With worries in his heart, he left. After finishing his business, Doom gave a few instructions and turned to leave.

"Primarch!" the Legion Commander called out to Doom. The Primarch turned around in confusion and knelt down: "The Nineteenth Legion will forever remember your kindness!"

After he finished speaking, the thirty thousand Space Marines knelt before the Primarch, their voices of gratitude echoing throughout the land: "Great King of Warriors, the Legion will forever remember your grace!"

"When the father of genetics returns, I will tell him everything you have done for his offspring!"

The legion commander's eyes were red; he couldn't express any more gratitude than that.

Doom waved his hand and smiled, gesturing for them to stand up, and asked gently, "Does the stealth skill have a name?"

“Yes,” the Legion Commander nodded hastily, telling the Primarch the name of the stealth talent: “I call it—Shadow Stealth.”

"Make good use of it."

Doom nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked into the elevator, leaving the deck as the soldiers respectfully watched him go.

"We must remember the Primarch's redemption of the Legion." Watching the Primarch's towering figure depart, the Legion Commander turned to his Legion brothers and solemnly declared:

"Write everything that happens today into the history of the Legion and pass it down forever."

The Legion warriors nodded in agreement; the Primarch's grace should be remembered by the Legion.

"From now on, the 19th Legion will no longer be cannon fodder. Let the Dutch..." The legion commander realized his mistake and quickly changed his words: "...Shadow Moon Wolf, go and claim your own honor!"

Even if a Space Marine dislikes a Primarch, they wouldn't dare to speak ill of him behind his back.

Before Doom even reached the Fenris-style palace, he could smell the spiciness of mead.

Ruth was drinking and making merry with his Fenris warriors, singing tribal songs.

"Come, come, come~"

Upon seeing his brother, Ruth quickly brought over a glass of wine.

Doom took the glass, stroked Ruth's wolf brother with one hand, and downed the mead without saying a word.

"Those little brats have some interesting talents."

Ruth put his arm around Doom's shoulder, and the two sat down together, arm in arm: "Baldy Hee, you're probably going to regret this later."

Doom wasn't surprised. Ruth looked wild and rough, and even had a somewhat goofy smile.

But he is a Primarch, one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

On the Herafunkel, the Primarch's control over information was absolutely at the highest level.

Doom smiled, sensing the deep trust in him; Ruth would never have revealed such things.

"It is indeed a pity that a group of the best guerrillas and perfect scouts have slipped through our fingers."

(Brothers! Our heads are spinning, our bodies are sweating! Let's get this fired up!)

(There should be one more chapter; I'm going to burn myself out at my writing desk!)

(End of this chapter)