Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 143 Nur's Recent Situation
As Doom emerged from the laboratory, he was seen off by over a thousand Imperial Guards.

Frankly, Doom had never seen so many Imperial Guards so densely packed in the same area to carry out the same mission.

They surrounded the laboratory in layers, personally overseeing every detail.

Doom secretly estimated that even if Ruth tried to force his way in, the fully armed Imperial Guard would subdue him.

If it's a fight to the death, the Imperial Guards' firepower support is unlimited.

He saw the Skyhawk Terminator squad patrolling back and forth in the distance, with the Holy Defiant Dreadnoughts of the Imperial Guard on guard.

With such tight defenses, Doom felt that even a medium-sized Astartes Legion could defeat them.

Upon arriving at the Doom Legion's base, Osiris and Set prepared themselves, taking their new brothers with them and dragging the coffins that sealed the undead, ready to leave Terra.

"what is that?"

Doum looked into the encampment and saw a prominent obsidian stele with a name engraved on it.

—To my most beloved brother, Onis.

Osiris stepped forward and solemnly replied to the Father of Genetics, "That imposter escaped with his death. We'll give him a proper funeral to mark the end of his performance."

Doom shook his head. He wondered whether his masterful Primarch brother would be sad or happy upon seeing the stone tablet.

“He definitely came back to confirm the news of the death.” Osiris seemed to guess the father of genes’ thoughts: “Perhaps he thought he had kept it from us and was secretly pleased with himself.”

Doom declined to comment on the somewhat absurd farce.

He glanced at the stone tablet again, shook his head, and turned to leave: "Let's go, head to Lionsgate Spaceport, we're going to Nur."

Boarding a small spaceship, Doom embarked on his journey home, feeling incredibly relieved.

For him, Terra was never home, even though the people there respected and revered him just as much.

Nur is the true home of Doom.

If one day in the future the four gods are destroyed and their mission is completed...

When their lives, which they know have no end, come to an end, they hope that the sands of Nur will cover them.

The spaceship smoothly left the real universe and, after a month of stable subspace flight, finally arrived in a completely new space realm.

Through the porthole, Doom saw Nur's "Gateway World," where Sofia had instructed him on planning the Portal Galaxy as she left Terra.

A specially designed diplomatic star system, responsible for communication with various worlds and the distribution of resources.

The Nur Star Fortress world, an ancient creation called the "Blocker," has blocked the warp space route.

No external ships may enter the core world of the Nur Star Cluster without permission.

All ships traveling to and from the warp must leave the warp and return to the real universe, docking at the portal world.

Doom did this because of deeper concerns.

During his stay in Terra, he conducted some simple surveys and found that the lives of the lower classes in the Empire were impoverished.

If Nur opens its doors wide and lets the Galactic Empire people know about life here, illegal activities such as human smuggling will inevitably flourish.

Too much overlap between the two sides is not good; maintaining distance and each going its own way is currently the best solution.

The portal world naturally emerged.

Since establishing diplomatic relations with the Empire, the first stop for traveling merchants exploring the Misty Starfield has been the Portal World.

The hazy star field awaits in-depth development; it is a favorite place for wandering merchants who seek treasures amidst danger and the unknown.

If you are fortunate enough to find ancient technology, you can exchange it for benefits with the Mechanicus or Nur; or you can trade with the pocket civilization hidden in deep space and reap massive wealth.

They even harbored greater ambitions, such as finding an emperor's biological son, which would be the highest honor.

Doom's ship docked at the portal world, where he transferred to a Nur ship and entered the Nur constellation.

Imperial ships are composed of diverse personnel. The small escort vessel he was aboard had a crew of 80,000, many of whom were undoubtedly adventurers.

To minimize hassle, transferring is the simplest and most efficient method.

"My lord, welcome back."

As the spaceship entered the Nur constellation, Sofia appeared beside Doom, lifting her skirt to perform a standard curtsy.

After 30 years of repairs, most of the functions of Nuer Star have been restarted.

The "quantum communication network" that once covered all of the world, enabling low-latency communication among stars, has been largely restored.

Central Law Sophia has gained an even deeper understanding of the stars.

Almost nothing, big or small, happens within the communication network escapes her tracking, and she can even deduce the general future trend by integrating information.

Doom had envisioned extending the reach of quantum communication networks to benefit the people of the empire, but reality proved harsh.

The technical components were lost, requiring a long time to rebuild the system, incurring high setup costs, and causing excessively high latency in long-distance communication.

Various obstacles led him to give up, and this good thing that would have benefited the country and its people ultimately came to nothing.

"Hello, Sophia." Doom sat on the spaceship throne, a relaxed smile on his face, and said to his personal assistant, "It's a pleasure to meet you." He wasn't just saying it; he truly meant it.

As the Great Expedition progressed, the empire grew increasingly bloated.

The vast human empire operates through the Ministry of the Interior established by Makado, and its astronomical data is calculated by humans.

Even the most brilliant mathematicians would be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of data.

But the empire demanded that they calculate the precise data of every collision of water droplets and every splash of water in the ocean.

Doom visited the Ministry of the Interior and saw the most outstanding computing talents suffering from dementia due to data redundancy.

Even worse, some people, in despair, plunge the tip of a pen into their throat, finding release from the digital hell with a smile.

The Empire's solution was simple and brutal—add more people!
In a human empire, anything that humans can solve is a minor matter.

The human empire is bloated and oppressive, and the people are exhausted and burdened with heavy responsibilities; they are nothing more than replaceable parts of a machine.

Compared to the Empire, Nur is truly a "paradise on earth".

The data is collected and analyzed by Sophia, who then draws conclusions and issues instructions to distribute them to various worlds.

For her, data analysis is not a burden, but a source of livelihood.

Production and manufacturing are complex processes handled by automated machines, requiring only a simple instruction to produce exquisite and practical items.

There is no such thing as a work-rest machine.

Intelligent machines and automated machines are not comparable; there is an insurmountable chasm between them.

The difference is even greater than that between people and stones.

When Dum returned to Nur, his depressed mood immediately improved, and he looked relaxed and at ease.

"Please forget the troubles of the human empire and enjoy Nur's comforts."

Sofia was understanding; she always stood beside Doom, half a step behind her master.

"How can one easily escape when caught in the vortex?"

Doom shook his head slightly, recalling the matters of the Great Expedition and the Emperor's plans, and said softly, "My return this time is urgent, and I don't know when I will have to leave again."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

He dared not relax for a moment, for chaos lurked in the shadows, and he could only do his best to strengthen himself.

"You don't need to worry. I've taken care of the small things. Only some important matters require your decision."

Sofia's blue image bowed slightly, dutifully and respectfully reporting her work:

"The mid-term integration of the Nur Star Cluster is complete, and all 64 core worlds have been taken over."

"All 36 casting worlds under its jurisdiction are activated. As long as the raw materials are brought in, it can be manufactured at full capacity."

"Eight barrier worlds, all blocking devices activated, the subspace barrier they form is insurmountable."

"There are 21 agricultural worlds, 6 heavenly worlds, 7 medical worlds, and several functional worlds that are being restored."

"Based on Nur, its sphere of influence extends to two hundred light-years."

Doom listened attentively to Sofia's report, a smile gradually spreading across his face.

All of the above are the gratifying results he has achieved today through thirty years of continuous hard work since the restart of the Nur Ring project.

"The new plan is to create 100 Dead Worlds to store and stockpile supplies sent by the Empire and the Mechanicus."

"The construction of portal worlds and the conquest of surrounding star systems are proceeding rapidly."

Sophia finished speaking quickly and then stood quietly to the side, knowing that her master was processing the information.

Doum nodded in satisfaction; his departure from Nur had no impact, and everything was running normally.

His expression suddenly turned serious, and he asked solemnly, "What about the war ring?"

This was a deep-seated worry for Doom; the thought of it made him anxious.

War zone.

The war machine built by Nur, slightly smaller than the planetary ring, is a pure instrument of destruction.

At its peak, the four war rings were combined with eight bulwark worlds, and Nur stood tall among the stars in the hazy star field.

Advance to attack, retreat to defend.

The Ring of Domination suffered a traitorous attack, and a silicon-based virus was released into the star system, resulting in the annihilation of a large number of intelligent beings.

The killing intelligence of the Warring Ring, relying on its own computing power, and braving the corrosive effects of the silicon-based virus, launches attacks against traitors and psionicists.

They blasted out dark zones in the warp, depriving psionic energy of its dependence and successfully driving away the invading fleet.

Finally, due to the invasion of the silicon-based virus, it fell into a deep sleep and floated in the area where it had fought.

(Brothers. What was the Primarch of the Second Legion called again? I remember Horus briefly mentioning his name? I can't find it now. If any of you know, please let me know, otherwise I'll create an original name.)
(End of this chapter)