Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 176 Hearing of Past Grudges

The First Legion issued a rapid and intensive series of orders, demonstrating its exceptional efficiency and combat capabilities.

But amidst the flurry of orders, astute individuals sensed something was amiss.

As if it were premeditated, the First Legion reacted quickly, as if they had been prepared all along.

The alien ships appeared too abruptly, and after entering the star system, they were right within the firing range of the First Legion.

Moreover, there was only one ship, as if it had deliberately intruded into the assembly area.

The First Legion's firepower was even more abnormal, enough to reduce the warship to atomic state, as if it were destroying evidence and covering up the secrets.

Various unusual circumstances have left the urgently mobilized troops shrouded in mystery.

Despite the unusual nature of the situation and the shady dealings involved, no one questioned anything.

Mortal officers led their legions aboard ships, following Astartes to conquer the world and destroy the unclean aliens.

Members of the Cult of Mechanics worked together, the escorting soldiers boarded the ship, and the Titan Mechanics entered the Titan transport ship.

With a population of trillions, the soldiers who can enter the mortal auxiliary army are all elites carefully selected from various worlds.

Ordinary people who become high-ranking military officers are exceptional individuals, one in a million.

The Cult of Mechanics is no exception; every Grand Sage of Mechanics holds the positions of master forger, strategic commander, and high-ranking official.

They may have already noticed the unusual circumstances, but chose to remain silent and watch the situation unfold.

No one raised any questions or dared to obstruct the operation.

The mere presence of the word "what if" weighed heavily on his mind, preventing him from rising to his feet.

If the aliens do manage to break into the rally site and discover that the Empire's large-scale military buildup is sending intelligence back to its home planet...

The imperial army's inaction is irresponsible towards the emperor.

Moreover, the First Legion's initiative to step forward struck a chord with many leaders of various factions.

After an incident, someone has to take responsibility, and it's certainly good that Astartes is willing to do so.

An ancient Terran proverb says, "When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

The First Legion is that tall guy, and the Space Marine Legion's actions comply with the regulations of the Emergency Regulations.

The massive army, carried along by the First Legion, embarked on a campaign to annihilate Randan.

“Sending Astronomical messages to the Primarch, everything we did was in accordance with Imperial law.”

Urian used a crazy scheme to drag everyone into the vortex, but deep down, the deepest unease still lurked.

The imperial offspring from Terra, the Primarch of the Twenty-First Legion.

Actions taken at the front must be reported to the highest military commander, who must explain the legality of the action.

The Star Language Choir received instructions to sing around a speaker in a private room on the ship, relaying Urian's commands.

Having done all this, Urian let out a long sigh of relief.

He sat on the command throne, his eyes flashing with a cold light, focusing all his attention on the battle plan.

In order to unite the Legion, he deceived everyone, even at the cost of offending the Primarch.

The First Legion must win, at all costs!
Assuming failure...

Urian couldn't even imagine the cost of failure.

How to face a Primarch? How to face those who sacrificed themselves for his insane plans?
Soon, under the command of the First Legion, all troops boarded the warships, and the ships departed port to prepare for entry into subspace.

The massive fleet set off for the Morse system, heading straight for the alien outpost.

The interstellar communication sent by the interstellar communicator traveled rapidly through subspace and was eventually sent to the interstellar communication room of the Royal Majesty.

Upon receiving the message, the Star Speaker quickly deciphered the celestial language and interpreted the true meaning of the metaphor.

Star communication differs greatly from conventional communication; its messages are never conveyed directly.

Its meaning is quite complex, usually consisting of various metaphors and allegories, or poems and images.

The deciphering results took the Star Speaker by surprise, and without any hesitation, he presented the contents to the Primarch.

"An alien enemy ship has intruded into the Shana Galaxy. To prevent intelligence leaks, the current Grand Instructor of the First Legion—Urian Bendreg—has activated emergency regulations and launched a preemptive attack on the alien?"

Upon hearing Sophia relay the Star Language report, Doom raised an eyebrow, his expression displeased: "Does he think I'm a fool?"

The Primarch's voice was deep and not loud, but the anger within it was incredibly real.

Wow~~~~
Everyone on the bridge knelt down on one knee, heads bowed, not daring to speak; even the hovering iron man lowered his height.

“Get up,” Doom exhaled a breath of stale air, immediately realizing his lapse in composure, and gestured for them to rise. “This is none of your business.” “Grand Master Urian Bendreg?” He narrowed his eyes. “He had better not mess this up.”

The First Legion. Doom had long heard of their style of operation.

They are the oldest legion, the first organized legion created by the Emperor.

The legion carries ancient glory, a pride they can never relinquish.

Other legions' conquests were often aimed at worlds that resisted, and their main method was still peace talks.

Unlike the First Legion, they treated everyone equally, bringing equal destruction to both the human world and the aliens.

Violence is used against those who are willing to submit and against those who are unwilling to submit.

The First Legion seemed to rely on violent conquest, leaving behind broken worlds wherever it went.

"Fleet, turn around and head directly to the Morse system," Doom said to the bridging air, actually giving the order to Navigator Franshka.

He had a very bad feeling that the battle against Ran Dan would suffer heavy losses due to the First Legion's recklessness.

"Choose a new course and head to the Morse system." Franshka's gentle voice rang out, and a new course was planned on the entire image.

"Fleet, follow the flagship closely and proceed to the new destination." Sophia distributed fleet commands via quantum communication.

“Sophia,” Doom called to his loyal servant, looking directly at her blue projection: “Three days before the ship approaches its destination, have all combat units ready.”

Doom must be prepared to clean up the mess left by the First Legion.

"Understood." Sophia bowed and added her master's order to her memo.

After giving all the instructions, Doom left the bridge and went to the training deck to instruct the Doomsday Warriors.

Six years after leaving the normal timeline, the Doomsday Legion has grown to four hundred men.

Nur originally had 150 men, and later 200 more were sent over. After receiving training, the soldiers were assigned to the Second, Third, and Fourth Fleets.

The fifty new Terran recruits were personally mentored by Doom and brought to the front lines to fill the gaps in high-end combat power.

At this moment, the training deck of the Royal Majesty was gleaming with gold.

The thousand Imperial Guard soldiers, showing no signs of tension, chatted idly on the training ground, appearing quite relaxed.

Leaving Terra is like a relaxing vacation for the Golden Armor Warriors.

In their spare time, they went to the training deck to watch the Primarch instruct the Doom Soldier.

Doom stood still, not approaching the training field again, and without turning around, asked Ra behind him, "Ra, do you have anything to say?"

While on the bridge, upon learning of the First Legion's actions, a surge of emotion was felt through the mental link.

Doom didn't believe it was a coincidence; the Doom Slayer's emotions were remarkably stable.

"You hadn't returned yet, and the Legion was just beginning to take shape." As one of the original Doomsday Warriors, Ra naturally knew what had happened back then.

His voice was clear and bright with enthusiasm as he slowly explained to the Father of Genetics: "The eldest son had some conflicts with Hector Thrann, the Grand Master of the First Legion at the time."

"We don't know exactly what happened; both of them deliberately avoided that conflict."

"Li Tang?" Doum looked thoughtful as he gazed at the glittering gold and murmured his eldest son's name.

"Has this ever happened before?" Doom searched through the Legion's records. He remembered clearly that there was no record of it in the Legion's records.

"Yes." La nodded, his posture upright as a pillar: "It's not that I deliberately hid it from you, but due to the special nature of the matter, it wasn't recorded in the legion's files."

"Should we send a message in Star Language to inquire with Lord Li Tang?" Sophia appeared, bowing to her master.

“No need,” Doom shook his head and refused. “There’s no need to bother him. He’ll find out when the time comes.”

“Okay.” Sophia slowly stepped back, then vanished as light particles.

Doom had a hunch that the conflict at the time was likely one of the triggers for this unexpected incident.

Hector Thrann is dead.

He died in a battle against the aliens. According to the War Council's battle records, the First Legion suffered heavy casualties in that battle.

The Grand Master's successor, perhaps for some reason, wants to prove something to himself through battle.

Doom strode forward toward the training field.

All the secrets will be revealed once they reach the front lines.

There is a lot to do now, including mobilizing the army and preparing for the most brutal battle.

(End of this chapter)