Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 153 Revitalizing the Heavenly Khan

Li Tang returned from the void, his body devoid of any murderous aura, appearing utterly ordinary.

Doom nodded to himself; the tactical training had been remarkably effective, and the Doom Warriors were now able to control their rampage.

They were once like flammable and explosive promethium, capable of unleashing violent power with the slightest spark.

After three months of training, they have shed their outward appearances and mastered their rage; now they are like a deep, untamed sea.

The seemingly calm surface of the water conceals turbulent currents beneath the surface.

Her short, black hair stood straight up, her dark eyes were like mirrors reflecting people's hearts, and her gaze held a restrained sharpness.

Li Tang's bloodline originated from the ancient Terra East. His physical characteristics are very obvious: black hair and black eyes, sharp eyebrows, a fierce look between his brows, thin lips and white teeth, adding a touch of elegance to his face.

He was clad in jet-black, gleaming gold armor, with a gold-inlaid book box chained to his waist. The box was decorated with gold thread, engraved with a mark of destruction in the center, and each of the four corners was inlaid with a different colored gemstone.

Dum had reviewed all the records of his descendants and knew that the book box contained the eternal genealogy of the Li Tang family.

However, Li Tang's gleaming black armor was different from the one he wore in Terra, and seemed to have been improved.

A composite shoulder cannon has been added to the left shoulder. The surface of the power armor remains unchanged, but the internal structure has likely been significantly improved.

His gaze continued to sweep across the room, finally landing on Harlan O'Griffith, his old friend having grown taller and more muscular.

"How are you feeling?" he asked his old friend in a solemn and low voice, "Khorne's blessing, it seems He has taken a liking to you."

“It doesn’t have much of an impact for now.” Harlan felt the gaze and shrugged, looking helpless. “It’s the work of an evil god. It doesn’t give you a chance to refuse and forcibly bestows blessings.”

"I often do psychological analysis, examining my inner thoughts and mindset, but I haven't noticed anything unusual."

"Thank you for your hard work." Doom nodded, indicating his understanding of Harlan's condition.

Khorne's first target was Doom, but His blessings were difficult to bestow upon him, so He changed targets and gave them to Doom's Oath Guardians.

"Racing Master, how does it feel to race across the universe?" He finally looked at Elton Cena, the man who wielded speed.

Sena's stern face showed a hint of helplessness as he said regretfully, "The resistance in space is very small. The warship's speed is constantly increasing, but we can't feel the real sensation of the wind brushing against our bodies."

Sena's cold face showed helplessness, his brown hair was neatly combed back, and the melancholy between his brows made him look like a disheartened poet.

His eyes dimmed as he spoke of his feelings: "Just like our desires, which extend infinitely on a cosmic scale, it is difficult to find the simple satisfaction of the beginning."

Doom listened to Sena's insightful remarks, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

The Nuer people initially wanted to break free from their shackles, then to reclaim their homeland, and now they are engaged in continuous conquests and will continue their expeditions in the future.

As the racing master said, desire extends infinitely and has no end.

“We have no choice, Master,” Doom sighed softly. “Humans must claim their living space, just as biological evolution dictates the ecological niche.”

"The universe and the stars are infinitely wonderful; they await to be conquered, and humanity must conquer them."

"The Milky Way is teeming with life, and aliens will rise up. After they have taken over their ecological niches, it will be humans who will be wiped out."

“I understand.” As a warrior, Sena never doubted the road ahead: “It’s just that the scenery along the way has been very disappointing.”

“Then let’s go even further.” Doom continued, touching the button on the throne to show the three warriors the expedition.

The projection lit up in front of the three, showing four fleets clearly visible, launching attacks from all four directions of the Nur constellation to conquer the star sea.

The formal expedition filled the three with excitement; it was no longer a casual conquest.

The fact that they are standing here means they have been recognized and will lead the fleet into battle.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the holographic projection only showed the route, without any other markings, as if it were a last-minute decision.

"Everything depends on yourself," Doom's voice rang out, explaining the doubts in the three men's hearts: "There is no plan, only direction."

"The fleet is in your hands. You are trustworthy. How to conquer it depends entirely on your own abilities."

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately felt the pressure.

Everything depends on oneself; these five simple words represent the decentralization of power.

The commander of the expeditionary fleet wields immense power, deciding the fate of countless worlds entirely on his own.

Such immense power also symbolizes an incredibly heavy responsibility on one's shoulders.

Li Tang noted down the route of conquest, his face showing hesitation, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt.

“Li Tang,” Doom sensed his hesitation and wavering in his heart with his powerful perception, “speak freely.”

Li Tang opened his mouth to explain, but he was afraid that the father of genetics would blame him and reprimand him for being weak.

After a quick thought, he knelt down on one knee, like a child who had made a mistake, asking for forgiveness through his actions without saying a word.

"Father of Genetics," Li Tang hesitated inwardly, but when the words came to his lips, he expressed his thoughts clearly: "I hope to stay by your side."

He lowered his head, awaiting the rebuke from the throne, and berated himself for his weakness.

Li Tang knew he looked like a child about to leave home, afraid to face the future, and begging to stay by his father's side.

Such a weak act is unworthy of this armor and betrays the arrangements of the father of genes.

Only he himself knew the specific purpose of staying by the father of genetics's side. Since the father of genetics returned, Li Tang, as the eldest son, had never had much interaction with him.

He wanted to stay with Doom to learn about the ideas of the Father of Genetics and gain a deeper understanding of the person who had given him divine power.

Harlan gave Sena a look, and the two immediately stepped aside, considering it a "family matter" and trying to interfere as little as possible.

"Get up." The expected reprimand did not come; instead, there was a soft call.

The voice was steady and its imposing presence was like a giant hand pulling Li Tang up from within.

“Anyone can ask to stay by my side, but not you.” Doum did not hesitate and refused Li Tang’s request.

His words were so sharp that the three people in the hall changed color, and Li Tang was even somewhat panicked.

Li Tang felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had thought of scolding and cursing, but he had never imagined such a harsh rejection.

He was about to kneel down again, wondering if his actions had disgusted the father of genetics.

Just as Li Tang was about to kneel down, he suddenly saw a blur before his eyes, and a tall figure appeared instantly, standing in front of him.

Doom pressed one hand on Li Tang's shoulder and the other on his knee, forcefully stopping Li Tang's movements.

After everyone had reacted, the person on the throne was right in front of them, and his voice was calm and loud: "No need to panic."

Doom gave him a gentle look, slowly helped Li Tang up, and looked him straight in the eyes: "I cannot fulfill your request."

He pointed to the heavy, gleaming gold book box at Li Tang's waist and said to him, "You still bear a mission, don't you?"

"Heavenly Khan. Your ancestors were among the greatest men."

Doom spoke slowly and clearly: "You've endured so much hardship along the way, all in search of an opportunity."

“I have seen your records, as well as the records of your genetic offspring. I remember every single one of you.”

“You have abandoned everything, yet you still cannot let go of the glory of your ancestors and want to restore their prestige.”

"The opportunity is right in front of you, why don't you seize it?" Dum asked Li Tang earnestly, his words of encouragement filled with tolerance and confidence: "Revitalize the name of 'Heavenly Khan'."

Their eyes met, and Li Tang's eyes gradually welled up with tears. He was deeply encouraged and moved.

He believes that the father of genetics' rejection may have been because it offended him and made him deny himself.

My own heart is still narrow-minded. How can I not be convinced by such a broad-minded person?
The father of genetics always cared and remembered the mission of each of his brothers and the reason why they survived the trials.

"Complete your mission, then return to my side." Doom patted Li Tang's shoulder gently, encouraging the eldest son of the gene with sincere actions, before turning and walking towards the throne.

"I will certainly not let you down! The name of the Heavenly Khan will resound throughout the world!"

Li Tang knelt down, filled with deep respect, and performed a warrior's salute, swearing an oath in a solemn tone.

"Go." Doom waved him away to join the fleet and head in the planned direction: "The Second Fleet is yours."

Li Tang said no more; his gratitude was beyond words.

With a resolute expression, he took one last look at the giant on the throne, bowed slowly and retreated, expressing sufficient respect, before turning and leaving the palace.

"And you? Do you have any opinions?"

After Li Tang disappeared from the main hall, Doum asked Harlan and Sena, "Speak your mind if you have any ideas. I will board the ship at any time once the fleet is ready."

"no disagreement."

The champion swordsman and the racing master, two outstanding warriors of Nur, naturally obeyed King Novik's orders.

They had been looking forward to this expedition for a long time.

The conquests before this were merely a small test; the moment to establish merit and leave a mark on history is here.

Doom nodded in satisfaction. Seeing that the time was almost up and the fleet was nearly ready, he needed to board the ship immediately.

He glanced at Harlan, took out Xilan's letter from under the table, and placed it on the clean tabletop.

"Heh~heh~" Doom coughed twice and said in a serious tone, "The table is dirty, Harlan, stay and wipe it."

Harlan opened his eyes in disbelief, his lips parted wide, his face filled with disbelief, and pointed at himself.

His puzzled expression froze on his face, as if asking: Me? Cleaning? Wiping the table? Are you serious?
“Yes, wipe the table.” Doom stood up, and a teleportation light appeared beneath his feet as he disappeared from the hall.

Sena put his hands behind his head, a gloating expression on his face, and left to return to the world of Nur.

The Third and Fourth Fleets had a three-month preparation time due to the need to conduct destruction training.

With artificial intelligence handling personnel scheduling, he has ample time to rest, return to Nur, and ride his flying motorcycle for a few thrilling rides.

"Are you sick?" Harlan cursed silently, walking helplessly to the throne. His gaze swept across the table, and his eyes suddenly narrowed:
"This is?……"

He would never mistake Xilan's notes; he would never make a mistake in his entire life.

“Good brother!” Harlan instantly understood that Doom wanted to give him a letter, but he couldn’t deliver it for some reason.

(End of this chapter)