Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 163 Feralus Marus
Harlan and Senna, the two of them did it, and Doom was not surprised at all.

The most surprising one is Li Tang, the eldest son in terms of genetics.

His mindset is similar to that of the Night Guard; he diligently studied the Nur culture and applied it to practice.

After reading it, Doom let out a sigh of relief: "Looks like I'm the slowest one."

He shook his head and smiled wryly, not out of genuine discouragement, but simply to mock himself.

“You may be trapped by time, but your achievements are equally remarkable.” Sophia bowed slightly and lifted her skirt, as elegant as a lady.

"It was indeed a great achievement. The fleet suffered no casualties and only lost a small amount of material, thus wiping out a race with great potential."

Iron Man Gates was calculating, and a holographic image was projected from the edge of its disc: "In terms of the kill ratio, this operation can be described as 'efficient'."

Doom remained silent, only shaking his head. It was quite amusing how the artificial intelligence was trying to make up for the progress gap with various excuses.

He opened the message from Terra; the Emperor had sent two messages in Star Language, urging him to return to the Empire.

After leaving the normal time, three brothers returned to the Empire, and the Emperor wished to see them.

"Destination Terra, let's set sail!"

The fleet engines roared to life, propelling the ships toward Mandeville Point, preparing to leave the real universe.

"Target Terra, channel locked soon." Franshka's ethereal voice rang out; she had been sleeping in her hibernation pod and rarely moved.

A phantom voice originating from subspace fell, and the choir deep within the ship began to sing, assisting the chief navigator in locking onto the course.

They are blind. Too many uses of subspace power will cause the navigator's normal eyes to go blind rapidly, but it will not affect the use of the third eye.

Perhaps for this reason, Franshka was unwilling to leave the hibernation pod too much, to avoid the backlash of the warp forces.

The Geller force field is activated simultaneously, creating a real bubble to prevent the erosion of subspace energy.

Doom was indeed able to suppress the warp forces and frighten away the warp filth; his path ahead was clear.

However, a system must be established, and the fleet's standard procedures must be unquestionable, lest they become ingrained habits and cause trouble in the future.

As the ship entered subspace, all the porthole bulkheads were lowered, and the view outside the windows was simulated entirely by holographic images.

Just as Doom entered the warp and headed to Terra.

Far away in the underground forge of the royal palace in Terra, a tall man stood before an iron felt.

He was tall, with serious and sharp eyes, a dignified square face, and a neat buzz cut.

He continuously swung his fists, striking the iron blank, forging weapons in an extraordinary way.

Upon closer inspection, the tall man's hands were unusual, gleaming with a dull, silvery-gray light.

Those iron hands moved freely as if they were alive; when the man struck the iron blank with force, the expansion of blood vessels and veins could be clearly seen.

He wore a thick leather apron and had charcoal ash smeared on his face. He was serious and unsmiling, yet also had an unkempt and unruly air about him.

Feralus Marus. Son of the Emperor, Primarch of the Tenth Legion, the Stormwalkers.

He kept striking the iron billet with his iron hand, and the sparks that flew told the story of its origin.

Ferrus Marus landed on the edge of the hazy star field, on the fourth planet of the Medusa system, Medusa.

The Primarch's amniotic pod detached from the subspace, and the impact of its descent was so powerful that it smashed through the snow-covered mountain peak.
As Feralus climbed out of the ruptured amniotic sac and stood in the black snow, he saw a silver-white dragon fly away.

Recalling the impact of his landing and the mountain peaks pierced beneath his feet, he immediately realized that he had unleashed the silver dragon.

He vowed in his heart to destroy the dragon and make amends for his mistake.

At the same time, the Primogen's innate rationality led him to focus his attention on the amniotic sac.

The outer wall is inscribed with a large number of mysterious runes, and at the bottom of the front is a number "X".

He knew in his heart that there were at least nine other beings like himself.

Ferrus looked around but found no creature like himself.

His eyes were met with black snow and distant rust-colored mountain peaks. He looked up and, with his extraordinary vision, saw through the clouds and mist to a magnificent steel ring.

The Primarch's wisdom understood everything, and he found himself in a ruined civilization.

He buried the amniotic sac and walked on the planet Medusa, measuring the world beneath his feet with his footsteps.

When thirsty, they eat black snow to quench their thirst; when hungry, they eat scrap iron and dirt to satisfy their hunger. The Primarch is physically powerful and can digest most of the world's matter.

The young Primarch saw creatures similar to them, which they called "humans".

The Primarch's growth rate was astonishing; in just a few years, he grew from a human infant into a burly man over four meters tall. Feralus did not actively contact humans, remaining hidden in the shadows, carefully observing his fellow humans.

The humans of Medusa have fallen into ignorance and depravity, piloting giant land machines left over from the civilized era, living a nomadic life on the planet, and scavenging for a living.

Humanity has lost scientific theories, and its understanding and use of machines have become experiences passed down orally.

He secretly studied and understood the knowledge of mechanical structures, but did not share it with humankind.

It wasn't selfishness; the Primarch felt the time wasn't right.

On Medusa, technological knowledge is like a sharp blade and must be used with caution.

The free sharing of knowledge brought not only revival but also conflict between various nomadic tribes.

Technology must be constrained; Primarchs will not easily share technological knowledge until they have relative control over it.

Feralus is extremely cautious and rarely makes contact with humans until the time is right.

Traveling alone for extended periods without making any effort to conceal her whereabouts, rumors began to circulate among the Medusa tribe.

Human tribes sang a legend about a cloaked giant walking on Medusa, seemingly searching for something.

Some tribes considered the giants a threat and sent troops to besiege them, but were easily defeated by the giants.

The giants did not kill the humans, but generously let them go. From then on, the legend of Medusa became even more legendary.

Star of Calamity, Hunter, Giant of the End, Son of Man, God of Resurrection.

Wherever Felus went, many legends circulated among the tribes, and he had countless nicknames.

The Primarch did not linger, but continued his journey through Medusa, searching for the right moment to reunite humanity.

He knew very well what "timing" meant.

Feralus vowed to hunt down the silver dragon he had released and atone for his mistake.

Ultimately, the Primarch discovered the silver dragon's trail, caught up with it at a lava lake, and engaged it in battle.

They fought fiercely for a long time, their battle shattering hills and breaking rocks, their roars sounding like thunder.

The passing human tribes dared not approach, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire of the two's mythical battle, and stood at a distance waiting for the fight to end.

Despite his Primarch power, Felus remained full of energy after several days and nights of non-stop fighting.

The Primarch struck down the dragon countless times, yet could not truly kill it. The monster's silver body was a flowing, liquid metal, strong and capable of repair.

Left with no other choice, he looked at the gushing lava lake, grabbed the exhausted dragon, and forced it into the lava lake.

The dragon struggled frantically in the magma, the liquid metal boiling from the high temperature, unable to escape the Primarch's arms.

After several hours of stalemate, the silver dragon slowly died, and the silvery-gray liquid metal detached from the dragon and actually climbed onto Feralus's arms.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, his first instinct was to pull his arms away, but then he realized that all his efforts might be in vain, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.

In the end, the dragon drowned in the scorching lava, and Feralus pulled his arms out of the lava, his two strong arms merging with the liquid metal.

He emerged from the lava lake, where the waiting humans knelt in worship, and he received a new title—the Iron Hand.

Feeling the time was right, the Primarch accepted the tribe's loyalty and told them his name—Feralus Marus.

Thus, the Primarch shared his technological knowledge, armed nomadic tribes, and conquered the Medusa world.

Using his talent for warfare, Felus meticulously calculated every battle, and his iron hands were invincible.

He conquered Medusa with lightning speed, integrating the scattered nomadic tribes into nine major tribes.

After the nine tribes settled down, Feralus still did not settle down. He wandered around Medusa, visiting the various tribes from time to time.

Primarchs encouraged intertribal warfare, and this healthy competition fostered rapid development and increased combat effectiveness.

Until one day, a golden light descended from the sky.

Feeling something amiss, Felus abandoned his work and headed towards the spot where the golden light had fallen.

The Primarch saw a golden figure in the golden light.

He stood there, stunned, pondering how to describe the sacredness of the person before him.

The golden figure stands like a lighthouse, and when its light shines down, one can see the elegy of redemption within.

He is so holy, the most outstanding being that Pherous could imagine, the most perfect incarnation.

(My senior is here. I'm thinking about whether to call Zi Ting Phoenix "Fu Gen" or "Fu Grimm," since both are correct.)
(End of this chapter)