Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 263 Shaping Union
“You also represent a possibility.” Doom pointed to the distance, where the Night Guards sat together, pointing and commenting on the competition in the arena. “Look at them, so dashing.”

Phoenix looked at his colleagues; with his current hearing, he could clearly capture the details of their movements and even hear their conversations.

"But they will grow old, and one day their physical strength will decline, and their once-roaming hearts will be burdened by their bodies."

Doom put his hand on Phoenix's shoulder: "Perhaps you don't realize it, but your appearance is a hope: the possibility of letting those warriors who never die in their hearts step back onto the battlefield."

Doom was always kind to the Night Watchers who followed him.

Previously, the only mercy was to let them enjoy their old age in peace; now there is a second kind of mercy—to let the warriors who still want to fight return to the battlefield.

The Night Guardians are deeply influenced by warrior culture; they are never afraid of death, regard dying on the battlefield as an honor, and are the most steadfast warriors.

After a century of service, some soldiers become weary and choose to leave the front lines to become instructors at academies, teaching a new generation of soldiers.

Many Night Guards, however, were different. After leaving the battlefield, they became melancholy, reminiscing about the past as they awaited the decay of their bodies.

Phoenix's success demonstrates that genetic seed compatibility can revitalize veterans and allow them to return to the battlefield.

Phoenix deeply agreed with this viewpoint, and he couldn't bear to see his veteran warriors decay and fall into oblivion.

Thinking of this, he felt much more at ease, and the loneliness in his heart immediately dissipated.

In the future, there will be more and more Night Guardians like him who receive the gene seed, including many highly respected seniors.

“Look at them again,” Doom pointed to the Doom, the genetic offspring sitting in a small circle. “They come from the stars, they are children of the stars, people without a homeland.”

“The brave warriors who fight for the future of humanity should have a place to go. I hope that you, as a bridge, can help Nur accept them and give them a place to rest in peace in the future.”

“I understand.” Phoenix nodded deeply, his expression very serious. “Nur is not xenophobic; we need more communication.”

A handsome young man with short black hair and golden eyes clenched his fists, his face filled with anticipation for the future.

He never imagined that as a green recruit who graduated from the War Academy and followed King Norwick into the stars, he would be expected to have such expectations.

"Good to know." Doom smiled with satisfaction and patted Phoenix on the shoulder.

I hope that my efforts will lead the Legion and Nur to integrate and take an important step in a better direction.

Having resolved the important matters, he got up and walked to the center of the training ground to exchange brief blows with the legionary warriors and imperial guards.

As for how Phoenix can build relationships, that's entirely up to him to figure out and learn more about the Legion.

Time flies, and the Royal Majesty arrived at the fleet assembly point, broke out of the subspace and returned to the real universe, rejoining the First Fleet.

On the edge of a dying star, far from the stars, in a dim and lifeless galaxy, lies a terrifying military force.

In order to find Randan and be ready to fight him at any time, the First Fleet was far larger than during Morse's time.

One hundred heavy battleships, two hundred large cruisers, fifty aircraft carriers, plus destroyers and frigates, as well as various functional warships, make up a fleet of nearly a thousand ships.

Within the Eastern End Starfield, numerous reconnaissance ships are scattered, searching in directions where Ran Dan might exist.

To gather enough personnel for the fleet, Doom had naval academy cadets board the warships and study theory in the void.

Having withstood the test of the Randan War, the veterans of the First Fleet were tasked with instructing new recruits during the search for Randan.

During the search for Randan, alien races were frequently encountered, and eliminating them became part of the training.

Time passes imperceptibly in the void. After Doom returned, the First Fleet continued to fight, and another three months passed as they used combat as training.

“My lord, you have a message from Terra.” Sophia stood by the bed and softly called to her sleeping master.

Doom sprang out of bed and walked calmly to the bathroom, knowing that work was coming again.

Unless there is important information, Sofia will not bother herself; she handles most things very well.

"Lord Makado has sent a message." Sophia's rational and cool voice made Doom narrow his eyes; direct contact from the Imperial Chancellor was rare.

Macado now wields immense power; some call him "Imperial Chancellor," while others refer to him as "Regent."

“Outside the two Terran weeks of warp travel, there’s a human faction whose negotiations with the Empire are nearing completion, and they’re about to be integrated into the Empire.” “That’s a good thing.” Doom rubbed his hair, enjoying the comfort of the hot water, and after a moment’s thought, said, “Is there a problem?”

“They have hundreds of major worlds.” Sophia stood in the bathroom, raising her hand to show the overview of the digital simulation: “Such a prosperous union, they have no objections to the various demands of the Empire, they only ask to embrace civilization as soon as possible.”

“Phew…” Doom saw the overview presented by the butler through the steam, and he breathed a sigh of relief before ordering: “Take an assault fleet and we’re heading there.”

Clearly, Makado sensed danger and wanted to handle it himself, and Doom agreed to the elder's request.

He also saw a profound crisis in the unusual.

All the conditions for the empire's unification are currently geared towards the Great Expedition, and are tithes that extract tithes from one world after another. No normal person would accept them easily.

The fact that the powerful Human Alliance, possessing hundreds of major worlds, is so eager to join the Empire inevitably raises suspicions.

The Royal Majesty set sail again, leading a strike fleet towards its target location to investigate the situation.

After a brief two-week voyage, the fleet entered the real universe and arrived at the star system coordinates provided by Macado.

There are no warships in the star system, only an internal affairs fleet with very weak firepower.

Doom gazed at the galaxy with a solemn expression, sensing an eerie aura hidden beneath the harmonious surface.

The Ministry of the Interior quickly picked up on Nur's signal and sent officials to make contact and explain the situation.

"Great Primarch, we are deeply honored by your presence."

On the tarmac of the Royal Majesty, Imperial Ministry of the Interior personnel knelt down to express their respect to the King of Warriors.

“Representative of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior, Mambia, pays his respects.”

The leader was dressed in the robes of the Minister of the Interior. He was somewhat bloated, with a large belly and an oily face. Judging from the patterns on his chest and the decorations on his shoulders, Mnbia was of a high rank.

The Empire did indeed make many preparations for this negotiation.

"Get up." Doom gently raised his hand, maintaining his stern expression, and ordered the Ministry of the Interior officials to rise. He walked into the landing ship and gestured for Mambia to follow.

The landing ship can then set sail, heading towards the world beneath its feet.

"What exactly happened?" The landing ship was spacious, and Douman sat to one side, asking the Imperial officials for details.

“Uh…” Mambia quickly sat down, looking conflicted, not knowing how to describe it. His brows were furrowed and he nervously clenched his fists together: “The force we are dealing with is called—Shaping Alliance.”

Upon hearing the name, Doom's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a thoughtful look flashed deep within them.

Shaping? What kind of shape is being sculpted? A name with a deeper meaning.
"The Fifth Legion's exploration fleet discovered them and made initial negotiations with them, urging them to join the Empire."

"The negotiations went smoothly. The Shaping Union is happy to join the Empire, abandon its existing political system, and become a part of the Empire."

Mambia rubbed his chubby hands together, a look of worry and anxiety flashing in his eyes: "I came to the peace talks with the Ministry of the Interior, but I discovered many..."

He suddenly stopped, reached up and scratched his oily face, his eyes darting around as he carefully considered his words before uttering a single word: "weird."

“Strange?” Doom stared at the uneasy official opposite him, his sharp eyes catching the fat man’s serious face. He spoke, his voice filled with authority: “What kind of description is this?”

Faced with the Primarch's oppressive aura, Mumpyah trembled, sweat pouring from his flabby body. Trembling, he pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his face: "Yes, sir. It is bizarre, extremely bizarre."

“We will reach the ground soon, and then I will take you to see and observe. You will definitely feel the eeriness I am talking about.”

Doom nodded silently, indicating that he understood.

Mumpyah expressed it very accurately; this galaxy is indeed very strange, like a ghost lurking in the starry sky, waiting for its prey to take the bait.

The landing craft descended quickly, swaying slightly as it passed through the atmosphere, and soon landed on the planet's surface.

When the cabin doors opened, a welcoming party awaited them outside. Officials from the Shaping Union stood on the tarmac, ready to greet the Imperial personnel.

The moment Doom stepped out of the plane, he immediately sensed something unusual; the people from the Shaping Union were indeed...

(End of this chapter)