Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 205 Strangulation
Divine punishment—a term born in the primitive era of humankind, originally meant to tremble and kneel in worship of nature.

Until the rise of religion, it transformed into the disciplinary whip of the gods, lashing out at all those who were disrespectful.

Later, with the rise of religion, divine punishment became the way gods punished people, eliminating all those who were disrespectful.

Now, divine punishment is imminent. It is not the exclusive domain of the gods, but rather a warship built by humankind that will descend.

The light spears unleashed humanity's fury, and blazing, high-temperature fire descended, destroying everything the Legion hated.

The First Legion's warships descended from the heavens as a scorching inferno, burning the Randan Legion with their blazing fury.

As the light shone brightly, the shadows of the hive city gradually fell.

Cities built over dozens or even hundreds of generations collapsed in an instant, gradually vaporizing under the blows of the light spears.

Outside the Imperial lines, shields gradually lit up, blocking the high-temperature radiation and heat waves.

In the blood-soaked swamp in front of the front line, the blood evaporated rapidly under the high temperature, and the congealed blood clots mixed with the soil to become the dry, dark brown land.

The light spears continued to bombard, melting the entire steel nest, and the overflowing heat caused the area around the nest to become vitrified.

The nest has no shield protection; any orbital strike against it would be enough to destroy it.

As the light faded, the Imperial Auxiliary Army opened their eyes to a mushroom cloud rising from the ruins of the hive capital.

In the distance, tree branches swayed, their tips tilting towards the direction of the nest city.

This is a natural phenomenon; the light spear blasted open the atmosphere, and after the impact dispersed, the atmosphere returned.

None of this could sway the Space Marines; they stood still and watched as Randan was destroyed by the flames of vengeance.

Grandmaster Urian stood atop the landing ship, a cold smile playing on his lips, a chilling glint in his eyes.

Wherever he looked, on the site of the collapsed spire of the hive, a shield of light shimmered within.

Images transmitted from the Grand Master's helmet display showed that, based on high-orbit ship scans, there were still over 20,000 Randan warriors remaining in the Nest City.

The shields erected by the war machines protected the lower levels of the hive, as well as Randan and the mortal slaves.

Ran Dan was already trapped, a caged beast awaiting its fate of death.

"Artillery barrage," Urian coldly ordered, instructing an artillery barrage against Randan.

He craved revenge, but he was not a fool.

The Randan aliens are now determined to die, and the remaining warriors are prepared for a desperate fight. If the legion's warriors are sent to charge now, the aliens' counterattack will cause even greater losses.

The purpose of continuing the attack with artillery fire is to wear down the aliens' will, strike at their determination to die, and turn their resolve to fight to the death into tragic despair.

The First Legion's revenge will utterly destroy Randan's heart, using the despairing souls of the aliens to soothe the souls of his brothers.

The shells whistled past the legion's formation, as if carrying the hatred of the legion's soldiers, and smashed into Ran Dan's last position like iron fists.

One after another, the semi-transparent shield rippled as it was hit by the cannonballs, consuming its last bit of energy.

The Randan warriors, waiting for the enemy to charge, were shocked to realize that they were nothing more than playthings in the hands of humans.

Life is not in our own hands; we are at the mercy of humankind.

Despair and confusion were spreading, and the sensitive Ran Dan sensed the collapse of the spirit of her people.

A firm will is gradually infected, and the shells are hitting the mental barrier, shattering courage little by little.

In the end, only fear was revealed through the cracks in the shattered courage!
Urian lit his power sword, and holding his hammer in one hand, he shouted, "Legion warriors! Avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Revenge!" the legionary warriors roared, raising their arms in a thunderous cry of vengeance.

The warriors of the First Legion set off, their black armor and boots treading onto the blood-red earth, advancing at a steady pace towards the capital.

The black-armored warriors were like black waves, fierce yet mindful of one another. The final battle did not cause the First Legion to lose its composure.

Ground or air vehicles such as the Rhino armored vehicle, Predator tank, and Stormhawk serve as attack fulcrums within the formation.

The black-armored warriors advanced, under the cover of artillery fire.

The First Legion, the most powerful Astartes legion, is characterized by its black armor honed through war.

We must use cruel methods to eliminate the Ran Dan alien.

As the First Army Corps began its advance, Nur's auxiliary forces naturally took action.

The auxiliary army was fully armed and mobilized, with ordinary soldiers leading the legion forward to launch an attack on the city.

Meanwhile, the mortal Titans in the position aimed their weapons at the wilderness, and the composite cannon on their left arm began to charge.

At the last moment, the First Legion went to the capital to besiege Randan, while the Nur auxiliary legion split into two parts.

Atum issued orders from the command center: "Form a siege legion of 50,000 men. The Night Guard will move in tandem with the siege force, and ten Destroyer Brothers will accompany them, ready to reinforce the mortal legion at any time." "The remaining troops will defend against the onslaught of the Randan slave army and defend against the final madness."

The Supreme Commander's orders were brief; the remaining detailed tasks were left to the mortal legion commanders of each legion to decide.

Atum’s decision was carried out on behalf of Doom, the High Primarch, King of Novik of Nur.

He knew very well what the mortal legion needed.

Nur's auxiliary legions possess military technology far surpassing that of the Empire, but this still requires further refinement.

"Unlock all the siege legion's equipment," Atum hesitated for a moment before ordering the mortal auxiliary troops to go all out.

After all, they were facing the elite of Randan, comparable to Astartes, not an ordinary mortal army.

Such a terrifying enemy is not an "asymmetric" enemy, so it will not reduce the combat effectiveness of the troops and there is no need to worry too much.

Under the supreme command's authorization, all functions of the power armor were activated, and the mortal support troops went all out to launch a pincer attack on the hive capital from the flanks.

Fifty thousand ordinary soldiers stepped forward, quickly assembled, and marched out of the defensive lines to begin their siege.

They were accompanied by four times their number of automated soldiers.

Humans have limited attention spans, but with rigorous training, they can still coordinate with two automated machine soldiers, while the other two are kept in reserve.

A small number of ordinary people can fight alongside three to four automated mechs, which can be considered a rare talent.

The dark gray Nur mortal legion, driving armored vehicles, advanced towards the nest capital.

Wearing mortal power armor, the Nur auxiliary army is not afraid of long-distance raids; they can easily reach distances of several kilometers.

During the advance, the legion maintained a constant speed with the First Legion to ensure that both sides arrived at the Nest City battlefield at the same time.

Atum watched the auxiliary troops depart, then turned his gaze back to the map.

He kept shaking his head as the Randan slaves in the wild surrounded him from all sides, wanting to make a final, desperate attempt.

Unfortunately, after a long period of fighting, the Randan slaves were already extremely weak.

Lacking supplies, those humans dwindled during the prolonged siege, with non-combat casualties exceeding combat losses.

Before the general offensive was launched, cannibalism had already occurred among the slaves of Randan.

The slave army devoured each other, scavenging corpses from the battlefield; eating infants and women was commonplace.

“Help them to be free.” Atum sighed deeply. He wasn’t being sentimental; he was helping his fellow humans to be free.

Behind the Nur base, ten 10-tube missile launchers raised their launchers and aimed in different directions.

Each launch tube contains a high-yield nuclear bomb; hundreds of these bombs would be enough to destroy the entire slave army.

Ran Dan's strategy of exhaustion was completely ineffective against a well-prepared regular army.

Hundreds of nuclear bombs, trailing plumes of flame, rose into the sky, scattering like petals in the air, heading towards the most suitable detonation points.

The nuclear bombs detonated simultaneously, and the blazing light tore through the clouds, turning the world white in an instant.

Looking around, the human base appears to be situated in a giant mushroom forest, giving it a somewhat fantastical feel.

The shockwaves from the nuclear explosion echoed across the ground, shaking the entire world beneath our feet.

Atum's expression remained unchanged; the holographic image showed that 99.99% of the wasteland's servant army had been wiped out.

"After the nuclear shockwave dissipates, send out cavalry to eliminate the remaining enemy." He stared at the damage figures and coldly gave the order again.

Atomic weapons have been developed over tens of thousands of years. They are powerful, inexpensive, and their radiation is suppressed within safe limits, so it is safe to send troops to eliminate them.

Urged on by the nuclear explosion, the First Legion breached the city walls and stormed into the alien-infested hive.

This place is full of ruins, and enemies are everywhere.

"Lolos!" Urian roared, his voice amplified by the sonic array in his helmet, echoing through the ruins: "Where are you!"

The master was furious, but unfortunately, he did not respond.

His power sword flipped up and down, his swordsmanship tearing apart the elite warriors of Ran Dan, and disintegrating the force field to kill the Ran Dan entities within.

The Grand Master was followed by a guard, dressed in Terminator power armor, wielding swords and shields, and constantly firing explosive guns mounted on their arms, killing aliens and mortals.

The black-armored warriors poured in through the breach in the city wall, pouncing on Ran Dan like hungry wolves.

Astartes' longsword thirsted for blood, yearning to drink the blood of the aliens and avenge its fallen brothers.

The First Legion's assault was carried out without a single mortal support unit; the attack of 30,000 Space Marines required no mortal assistance.

(End of this chapter)