Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 266 Uncovering Secrets
"I'm sorry to have spoiled your mood." The governor dismissed the father and son, returned to Doom's side, and bowed apologetically: "In the early stages of shaping, many teenagers will experience a sense of rejection from within due to the transformation, and will experience phantom pain in their bodies."

He spoke frankly, clearly explaining the whole story in one sentence, indicating that this kind of incident had happened more than once and that the shapers had ways to deal with it.

Doom nodded, no longer looking at the father and son. He turned his head and scanned the hall with his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips.

"The Human Empire welcomes you to join us." He said to the governor in a deep voice, "Prepare the necessary procedures. Representatives from the Human Empire will discuss the merger with you. After the contract is signed, you will become a member of the Human Empire."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

The governor, wearing a mask so his expression was obscured, spoke with overwhelming joy, a genuine expression of his long-awaited dream come true: "Shaping Union is proud of this moment; we have passed your inspection."

Doom did not answer, but turned and his cloak billowed as he led the Doom Slayer and Imperial personnel away.

After watching the imperial personnel leave, the governor stood there silently for a long time.

A colleague stepped up behind him and whispered excitedly in his ear, "Grand Consul, it seems everything is going well?"

“That seems to be the case at present,” the consul replied softly. He had to be decisive in this matter, giving his colleagues confidence: “My glory will rise in the Milky Way.”

"Don't let your guard down. Be careful of that imperial offspring of the human empire. He is not as simple as he seems."

"Then what do we do?" the person behind asked in a low voice, not wanting anything to go wrong at the last minute.

“No need to do anything special,” the governor said calmly, stepping forward and gently stroking the gilded outline of the modified machine. “Continue as before, and let it join the human empire as it comes.”

"We understand."

The crowd bowed their heads in agreement and left the Shaping Hall to prepare for the merger with the human empire.

After his colleagues left, the governor withdrew his jade-like arm, raised his hand and looked up. His gaze pierced through the transparent dome, and he saw the void fleet hovering in space, muttering to himself:
"May all go well, and may the glory of the Shapeshifters spread throughout the galaxy through the human empire."

Imagining that future, the governor's long fingers clenched involuntarily, suppressing the surging excitement within him.

"Just one last step..."

The imperial personnel, leaving the Sculpting Hall, chatted and laughed on their way back, discussing their experiences and the merger.

As soon as the delegation stepped onto the landing ship, everyone's expressions changed; they became solemn and showed no signs of the previous relaxation.

The imperial delegation consisted entirely of carefully selected diplomats, the elite of the elite, none of them ordinary individuals.

Everything on the Shape-Shaping United Mother Planet is a disguise!
"Gentlemen, the situation is extremely serious." Monbia's fat face was tense, showing no sign of humor.

His words resonated with the delegation members, who straightened their backs and sat solemnly in their landing ship seats.

"Although we don't know their purpose, the Shaping Alliance must be problematic. Their eagerness to join the Empire must mean they have ulterior motives."

This is a problem that anyone with eyes can see, let alone the empire's one-in-a-million old fox, but they did not interrupt Mambia.

He was just giving an opening speech to lead into the Primarch's decision.

Everyone turned their attention to Doom, hoping to get instructions on the next steps from the imperial heir.

Doom sat in the landing ship's cockpit, his massive body leaning forward, elbows on his knees, palms supporting his chin: "You negotiate according to procedure, I will handle the rest."

Upon hearing this, the politicians in the delegation secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Primarch's statement indicates that he already has a plan and has taken on this enormous responsibility.

Only the imperial heirs have the right to make a judgment on a union that has a hundred core worlds and a population of trillions.

With the Primarch's explicit instructions, the Imperial bureaucrats began to discuss how to take over the Shapeshifting Union.

Their job is to negotiate, and their consultations are genuine; everything they do is real, and all the matters discussed are valid.

As for what the Primarch intended to do, that's beyond the purview of the bureaucrats.

The landing ship slowly rose into the air and returned to the void fleet.

Doom walked into the bridge of the Royal Majesty, sat on the command throne, closed his eyes and pondered, waiting for Sophia to send him the intelligence summary.

"My lord." Three minutes later, Doom opened his eyes as Sofia called out to him.

“The warship scanned the world beneath our feet,” Sophia said at a measured pace. As she spoke, the scene on the bridge rapidly changed, revealing the brightly lit nighttime hemisphere of the Shape Union beneath the full-scale bridge. “The readings are all normal, except for one strange phenomenon.”

"The population of the Shape-Shaping Union is equal in number of men and women." Sophia raised her hand, and the holographic projection on the warship's central platform displayed the male-to-female ratio. "No technological devices for controlling reproduction were found." On the Shape-Shaping Union's homeworld beneath her feet, a scan revealed a population of 30 billion, with a male-to-female ratio of 15 billion.

Whether it's children, youth, middle-aged, elderly, or men and women, the ratio is always one to one, with no more and no less.

A man and a woman form a family, then take care of an elderly couple and have a son and a daughter.

Doom rose from his throne, fiddled with the holographic image, examined the specific data, and muttered to himself, "Where did the rest go?"

This situation is absolutely abnormal. The male-to-female ratio can be similar, but it cannot be one to one.

Controlling the male-to-female ratio in one world, or even hundreds of worlds, involves far too many factors.

As Doom pondered, the Legion's apothecary Hippocrates entered the bridge, nodded to Sophia, and exported data from his arm armor terminal.

After Sofia's review, the nutrient solution data collected from the shaping machine appeared before Doom's eyes.

The nutrient solution showed no abnormalities, its ingredients were very pure, and its efficacy was even several times stronger than that of ordinary nutrient solutions.

"How interesting." Doom shook his head with a smile, looking down at the world beneath his feet, his eyes blazing with intense curiosity.

The shaping alliance is mysterious and extraordinary, and its prosperity is unusual.

Behind that generosity and openness lies a dark secret that cannot be exposed to the light.

Abandon everything to join the empire, a one-to-one male-to-female ratio, a strange culture, and an overly harmonious society.

Behind all these appearances lies an absolute will, a combined action that shapes and shapes the world.

“Send out Iron Man.” Doom smirked, sat back on the command throne, and said to Sophia, “Have your brothers dig out the secrets hidden by the Shapeshifters.”

In pursuit of the truth and to uncover the secrets of the Shaping Union, Doom chooses to send out Iron Man.

“The Iron Men are always ready to dedicate their loyalty,” Sofia said, kneeling on one knee to express her gratitude on behalf of the Iron Men: “They will carry out the tasks you assign them.”

“I believe in them.” Doom leaned back on his throne, a satisfied smile on his face. “Just as I believe in you.”

Upon receiving the orders, the three Iron Men immediately launched a secret operation.

No one knew about Iron Man's actions; Doom, as the one who issued the mission, only knew that the operation had begun.

As for the details, he knew nothing and waited on the bridge of the Royal Majesty for Iron Man to send back a mission report.

Two hours after the order was given, an Imperial landing ship landed on the Shapeshifter homeworld, and Imperial negotiators stepped out to formally make contact with the Shapeshifter Union.

In a corner unnoticed by either side, three slender steel creatures followed the shadow of the landing ship into the darkness.

"By splitting up, we reduced security by 17 percent and increased mission efficiency by 240 percent."

In a dark corner, three cloaked iron men gather information, and the super-intelligent chip calculates intelligence to begin action prediction.

Sofia dispatched a highly skilled assassin specializing in covert operations to carry out the mission simultaneously.

They are humanoid in shape, made of special materials, and do not produce any electromagnetic reflections, thus evading most scanning methods.

The assassin has no hands or feet, but his limbs are like four sharp blades, devouring any visible light in the darkness.

"agree."

"agree."

They remained silent, communicating instantly through quantum communication, with massive amounts of data flowing through their blood-red electronic eyes beneath their hoods.

"I'm going to find that child." An iron figure confirmed its target, its cloak gradually dimming, its steel body blending into the surrounding environment.

"I'm going to the Hall of Shaping." The other Iron Man, knowing his comrade had left, also set his sights on the task at hand. He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the night.

The last Iron Man looked up at the sky, its bladed arms splitting open and transforming into human-like hands, which pulled open the sewer beneath its feet.

"Nur's glory will live on forever!"

Without hesitation, Iron Man jumped into the filthy sewers to begin his secret mission.

(End of this chapter)