Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 210 Victory in the Randan War
Urian felt a wave of dizziness, and multiple organs in his body activated to keep his body functioning.

The adrenal glands and adrenal medulla of the kidneys are activated simultaneously, and a large amount of adrenaline rushes into the blood, awakening bodily functions.

The Lariman organ takes effect immediately, and the Lariman cells quickly secrete it, stopping the bleeding from the body's wounds.

The heart pumps hard to ensure a sufficient blood supply to the brain, allowing it to think promptly.

The power armor's combat serum was instantly injected, and the severely injured body briefly returned to its peak condition.

Hearing the shouts of the legionary warriors, his mind cleared instantly. Urian gripped the hilt of his sword, which was slipping from his grasp, and thrust it forward with all his might.

"I will never die with you." Blood spurted from his mouth through the breathing grille as Urian's power sword pierced through Lolos's bio-armor.

The disintegrating force field shattered the internal organs, advancing unstoppably and piercing the diaphragm inside the biological armor.

Just as Lolos was feeling confident of victory, the armor suddenly sounded an alarm, and the sharp edge of a blade appeared in the cockpit.

"No..." it cried out in frustration, manipulating its bionic arm to try and pull the human in its arms away.

But the blade didn't withdraw; instead, it drew ever closer, the decomposing lightning swirling around it evaporating the biological nutrient solution.

Urian, on the outside, thrust his sword in with one hand and gripped the protrusion on the bio-armor with the other, pushing the sword deep inside.

Two bionic arms gripped his waist, and the power sword emitted a stretching alarm, but it could not stop his determination.

"Get away! Get away..." The longsword continued to approach, and Lolos's voice was choked with sobs; he was extremely panicked.

If it were a single, decisive strike, it would feel no fear, but the ever-approaching death terrified the alien warrior.

It could feel the disintegrating lightning gnawing at its body, breaking it apart bit by bit.

Lolos dodged backward, leaning against the edge of the cockpit, his tentacles pushing forward as far as he could to back away.

The longsword continued forward, pressing against its dark green, brain-like body, piercing its wrinkled skin and causing the green brain tissue to decompose.

Blood gushed from Urian's mouth, and he felt as if his waist was about to break.

His vision began to go black, his brain kept sending out alarms, Su An's meninges started to take effect, and he was about to be forcibly put into hibernation.

"Go to hell." His lungs were filled with blood, making his voice somewhat hollow.

Finally, Urian mustered his last strength and sent the longsword into Lolos's cockpit.

"Hehe." Bio-A stopped moving, knowing he had killed the enemy, and let out a satisfied laugh.

His will momentarily faltered, and Urian fell from Lolos's arms into the embrace of the legionary warriors.

In that split second, so much happened.

The legion guards rushed up, caught his body, and took him back to the rear for treatment.

With their commander killed, the morale of the Ran Dan army plummeted, and the aliens were overwhelmed by Nur's auxiliary forces in despair.

The enraged First Legion dragged away the remains of Randan Warmaster Lolos, intending to preserve them as a specimen.

"Victory!" The mortal auxiliary army shouted from their high point, planting their flags among the piles of Ran Dan's corpses, announcing the end of the ground war.

"Victory!" A thunderous roar echoed throughout the communications system.

The auxiliary troops shed tears of excitement, finally feeling the reality of victory and savoring its sweet taste.

The ground-based cleanup campaign is over, and the space campaign is also nearing its end.

With the battle moon destroyed, Randan lost its interstellar pivot, and the fleet's morale plummeted.

Just as Ran Dan was about to retreat, the human fleet pounced on them and engaged them in battle, completely extinguishing their hopes of escape.

The starry sky was filled with the wreckage of warships; in the counterattack of the human fleet, few of the Randan warships remained.

At the edge of the galaxy, a subspace glow appeared, and the survivors, exhausted from their defeat, left the Morse system.

Russ defected to Ran Dan's flagship, led the Wolf Guard to kill Ran Dan's War Commander, and seized the honor that belonged to him.

Ultimately, in the battle in the Morse system, humanity paid a heavy price to defeat Randan.

Doom stepped down from the command throne and exhaled a breath of stale air.

The fleet suffered 30% damage, with no warships intact, and had to return to port for repairs.

The First Legion fleet suffered more than half its losses; had it not been for the three Glory Queen-class battleships, the losses would have been even more severe.

The HMS Abomination was severely damaged, with 40 percent of its hull damaged, and was teetering on the brink of sinking.

The Space Wolf Fleet suffered two-fifths loss. The wolf pack fought bravely and relentlessly, charging into the enemy fleet and relentlessly pursuing them, thus holding off the Randan warships.

In this battle, humanity lost over two hundred capital warships and destroyed nearly five hundred capital warships and three combat moons of Randan.

The most fruitful victory, however, belonged to tens of thousands of elite Randan warriors. Humanity ended its first encounter with Randan with a fairly standard victory.

Doom stood at the porthole of the Royal Majesty, watching the wreckage drift past, mixed with frozen human corpses and the hideous faces of the Randan slave soldiers.

He gazed into the deep sky, and the turmoil in his heart gradually subsided.

The war between Randan and Randan has temporarily ended, and both sides need to lick their wounds and wait for the next, more intense clash.

"Notify Terra and have them send construction workers to transform Morse into a fortress system."

He wanted to make Morse a bridgehead, the first line of defense against Randan.

Randan's arrival in Morse was by no means accidental.

They want to use this place as a springboard to expand towards the empire, and the next battle will likely take place in the vicinity of this space.

Make arrangements now to prevent the embarrassment of a renewed war.

Doom did not turn around, continuing to make post-war arrangements: "Use my authority to notify the Fifth Legion to send additional reconnaissance fleets to locate the territory and homeworld of the Randan Empire."

"Keep all legions on high alert. Randan is the highest priority. If Morse encounters any further trouble, the nearest legion must provide immediate support."

The "military mobilization authority" granted by the Emperor was to allow Doom to act expediently in response to the situation today.

"Notify the Nur Stars to guard against Randan infiltration. They know nothing about us and will inevitably try to obtain our intelligence."

Sophia, standing behind, wrote down her master's instructions and had the Star Language Choir send them out one by one.

"By the way," Doom turned to Sophia and asked, "how are the banquet preparations going?"

He never forgot his promise to Ruth: to host a feast for the Space Wolves to reward the pack for their aid.

I must win over Ruth with a drink and get him to join the brutalest battle; I can't let my brother down for something as small as this.

"Preparations have already begun," Sofia replied calmly and slowly. "The garden deck is being cleaned to remove any traces of the war, and a banquet will be held soon."

“Very good, thank you.” Doom smiled at her. If it weren’t for Sophia, his head housekeeper, he would have had to arrange all of this himself.

"Serving you is my vow." Sofia lifted her skirt, gave an elegant bow, and slowly disappeared from sight.

The fleet gathered its remaining forces within the star system, regrouped at their respective locations, and assessed the specific losses incurred in the battle.

The battle was massive, and the number of deaths and sacrifices was countless.

For Doom and other high-ranking officials, it may just be a number to be reported, but a somber atmosphere permeated the human fleet.

Countless ship laborers lost their lives in battle; the breaching of a warship's airlock meant the sacrifice of countless ordinary people.

The fleet dispatched special ships to retrieve the bodies and cast their comrades' bodies into the stars, allowing them to rest in eternal slumber with the light.

As for the filthy aliens, the plasma incinerator is their final resting place.

They are essentially the same, but they have two different meanings.

Some things need to be hated, and some things need to be remembered.

Soon, after several Terran days, a large amount of data was compiled in front of Doom.

"Send a fast ship back to Terra, and bring the medal back with it." Doom rubbed his temples, checked everything, and then sent it to Terra.

The data is vast and numerous, including not only casualty figures but also a huge number of meritorious deeds that need to be recognized.

This type of data information cannot be transmitted through astronomical language.

One reason is that it is too complicated, and the other is that astrologers find it difficult to describe precise numbers.

"My brother, is your banquet ready?" Ruth sent a holographic message, his wild face showing a hint of fatigue.

The Space Wolves suffered significant losses, and Ruth suppressed his grief, revealing his most heartless side.

“Ready.” Doom nodded heavily.

He was grateful for Ruth's magnanimity—giving his all in battle, silently bearing the losses of his legion after the war, and enduring the grief of losing his children.

It's time to get drunk! Wash away the sorrow and boost morale.

Doom looked at Russ, his meaning clear without words: "Once the fleet has finished its business, we'll have a good drink together."

"The men of Fenris await Nur's hospitality." Ruth grinned broadly, sometimes making Doom unsure whether his brother was genuinely foolish or just pretending.

"We will certainly not let you down."

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