Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 250 The Thirteenth Legion's Genetic Primarch?
Guilliman was fast, but someone was faster than him!
After Dudum teleported into the arena, he saw a huge human wearing simple protective armor attacking the Night Guard.

In an instant, without time to analyze the situation on the field, a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

These veterans of the Night Watch had followed him through countless battles, and now someone dared to strangle him to his face.
Whoever he is! He must pay the price!

As the man retreated, Doom, filled with rage, chased after him and grabbed his arm.

Before Guilliman could even see the person's face clearly, he felt a tremendous force coming from his hand, pulling him back.

Doom grabbed the attacker with his left hand, his fingers tearing through the armor like eagle claws, as if shredding paper.

He raised his right arm and brought it down like a warhammer, striking the attacker's right shoulder and shattering his scapula.

Guilliman heard the sound of bones breaking; the sound travels faster through bones than through air. He felt half of his body go out of control as shattered bones pierced his muscles, slowly tearing apart ligaments and blood vessels.

He immediately launched a counterattack, swinging his left hand, tensing all his muscles, and punching his opponent with all his might, striving to survive.

Yes, Guilliman sensed that he might die here if he didn't fight with all his might.

The fist, imbued with the power to split mountains, slammed forward, only to be caught by a large hand.

At that moment, when Guilliman's attack was stopped, he finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

The newcomer had black hair and black eyes, and his face was extremely heroic yet ferocious, with anger in his eyes that seemed to want to tear him apart.

"I..." He was about to explain when he was interrupted by a forceful brute.

The two forces collided instantly, and Doom delivered a headbutt, cutting off any explanation.

Heads collided, seemingly not made of flesh and blood, producing a clanging sound like steel striking steel. The point of impact burst forth with intense white light, and the compressed air produced an explosive sound.

The protective helmet exploded instantly, revealing Guilliman's face. He was bleeding from all seven orifices, his mind was in a daze, and his eyes were rolling back as he was about to faint.

The Primarch's powerful physical abilities restored his consciousness, and his entire life flashed through his mind.

From indifference to cheerfulness, the stern adoptive father Connor and the gentle adoptive mother Eudon.

His mother was waiting for him to return. Macurag couldn't live without him; he had to go back!

“Drink!” Guilliman roared, unleashing his fury—the rage suppressed by reason and love.

Now, hand in hand, he roared with blood streaming from his seven orifices, looking like a demon returning from hell.

The soldiers of the 13th Army Corps, located in the battle zone, felt a surge of fury spreading from the depths of their hearts and reaching every corner of their souls.

They didn't understand what was happening, but they seemed to hear a roar filled with rage.

Respond tough with toughness, and repay anger with anger!

Guilliman gripped his arm tightly to prevent his opponent from escaping, leaned back to create distance, flexed his waist muscles, and retaliated with an equally violent headbutt.

Bang!
An even louder thud than before followed as the two giants collided again, their blood and sonic booms exploding together.

Guilliman's forehead was shattered, his scalp ripped open, and he was covered in blood, breathing weakly on the verge of fainting.

Although Doom's scalp was broken and bleeding, he stood as straight as an ancient pine tree, without the slightest tremor.

He shook his neck, his bones cracking, but his eyes remained clear and unblurred, his fighting prowess unaffected.

He pulled the attacker close with a sudden burst of strength and then struck him in the abdomen with his knee.

The hardest joint in the human body strikes the softest part of the body, the abdomen; the result is self-evident.

Guilliman felt dizzy, and his abdominal nerves spasmed from the blow, causing an extremely uncomfortable physiological nausea.

"Ugh..." he groaned in pain, his body involuntarily curling up, tears streaming down his face along with the blood.

At that moment, Guilliman thought a lot and felt that he might die.

He just couldn't understand why that damned captain was attacking the Nuer people like a madman.

Doom showed no mercy, punching the man in front of him unconscious and throwing him to the ground.

He looked up, his face as cold as ice, taking in everything inside the bridge.

The obese captain, trembling with fear, was bound, while the taller figures lay on the ground, and the Night Guards lay unconscious.

Seeing the scene of devastation, Doom withdrew his gaze and ordered the Doom Soldier who had been teleported in: "Take everyone with you, let's get out of here."

He lowered his head slightly, staring at the blood-soaked, unconscious giant: "Lock him up, he's dangerous."

The teleportation light shone again, and everyone on the remote teleportation belt returned to the Royal Majesty. Doom went into the washroom, washed away the bloodstains, and said to Sophia, "Use Star Language to inform the Emperor and have him come and see if that person is his son."

The giant with short blond hair left a deep impression on him and was most likely a descendant of the emperor.

But Doom did not regret what he had done; he knew perfectly well that it was Macuragh who had attacked Nur.

This is an undeniable fact. Regardless of who gave the attack order, Nur Stars needs an explanation.

When Doom returned to the bridge of the Royal Majesty, the fourth company commander of the 13th Legion had been waiting for a long time.

"What's wrong, Fourth Company Commander?" Doom sat on his throne, a gentle smile on his face, and asked the Space Marine in blue power armor.

He was very grateful for the 13th Army Corps' assistance, and his tone became much more friendly.

The fourth company commander looked haggard, showing no joy of victory, and his expression was somewhat stiff.

“Great Primarch, I bid you farewell.” The Fourth Company Commander knelt on one knee, paying homage to the King of Warriors, expressing his intention to depart: “We wish to survey the surrounding cosmos in search of the Father of Genes.”

The nameless rage that erupted during the battle was felt by every fighter, and it likely came from the Father of Genetics.

He may have met with misfortune and be suffering somewhere in the void.

"Oh?" Doum narrowed his eyes and asked the fourth company commander, "Have you heard anything about him?"

“Not at the moment.” The fourth company commander shook his head, his brows furrowed with sorrow: “But we can sense his anger; the Father of Genetics is very likely nearby.”

Upon hearing what the fourth company commander said, Doom's expression turned somewhat strange. He thought of a possibility—the person he had captured was very likely a genetic prototype of the 13th Legion.

Only that person displayed a momentary rage during the battle, and the timing was relatively consistent.

"Ahem..." Doom coughed lightly, straightened his face, and said to the kneeling Fourth Company Commander below, "You don't need to look for my brothers, I have some clues here."

Upon hearing this, the fourth company commander was visibly shaken, and his square face, which had been slightly worried, burst into intense joy.

The King of Warriors has an excellent reputation within the empire; his words and promises are never false.

"Do you really have any news about the father of genetics?" the fourth company commander asked with surprise, then realized his lapse in composure: "Please forgive my disrespect, it was not out of doubt or disrespect."

He lowered his head and carefully expressed his apology in a sincere tone.

"Hmm." Doom nodded and waved for him to stand up. "We have some news and are waiting for the Emperor's confirmation."

"The 13th Army Corps will always be grateful to you!" the fourth company commander shouted, his expression filled with overwhelming emotion.

Awaiting confirmation from the Lord of Humanity?

That almost certainly means that Nur does have information about the father of genes, which has been verified by multiple parties and is just waiting for the final step!

As the Primarchs gradually return, the various legions are secretly vying for power, embarking on a grand expedition while searching for their respective Gene Fathers.

However, the Milky Way is vast, and the original genetic material is scattered everywhere; it's no exaggeration to describe it as finding a needle in a haystack.

"Just wait patiently, rest and prepare to receive them."

Doom suppressed his strange expression and, in a calm tone, advised the fourth company commander to wait patiently.

He thought about many things, wondering how the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion would treat the genetic offspring who had shot him after they recognized each other.

This is perfect, as Doom can use these events to observe his brother's character and magnanimity, using them as a litmus test for future interactions.

The fourth company commander left happily, relaying to the legion the news that the father of genes might have been found.

Instantly, cheers erupted in the communication channel, and the Space Marines burst into enthusiastic applause.

Doom couldn't help but chuckle, got up and left the bridge, heading to the deck where the prisoners were held.

When Guilliman awoke, his body was completely restored.

He shook his head to shake off the dizziness, his mind returned to normal, and he immediately realized his situation.

He found himself in a prison surrounded by high-energy laser fences, with no point of contact within sight.

After a brief observation, Guilliman abandoned his escape plan. He touched the material beneath his feet and found it to be virtually impossible to damage.

The prison's owner understands himself well, and the prison is very targeted.

(There's one more photo, but it's a bit late.)
(End of this chapter)