Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 277 I've put up with you guys for a long time

At this point, Doom understood.

What Victor was referring to was a problem that was prevalent in human-colonized worlds across the galaxy.

In a world colonized by humans, large-scale extinctions of native species are often accompanied by such events, regardless of whether those species were good or bad for the ecosystem.

The reason for this is that the mosquitoes, rodents, and ants brought by human colonists have caused devastating damage to the local ecosystem.

Except for certain species that are naturally adaptable and extremely vicious, most organisms find it difficult to survive mosquito plagues.

Never underestimate mosquitoes. They exist alongside humans and have suffered from human attacks, yet they have survived tenaciously.

These microorganisms are vastly different from their original forms, with extremely high genetic complexity, comparable to that of humans.

Having understood all this, Doom was relieved and asked Victor, "What did you gain from this inspiration?"

Since it is safe and reliable and can effectively target filarial worms, it should be put to use as soon as possible; eliminating the aliens is of utmost urgency.

“A biologically formulated anesthetic.” Victor held up the bottle of pale blue liquid. “This is a biological anesthetic extracted from local mosquitoes, artificially synthesized, and can be mass-produced.”

"When sprayed into the air, the agent can penetrate into the human body, paralyzing the nerve tentacles of the filarial worms and rendering them unable to fight."

“I also improved the effect.” Viktor’s round face was full of smiles, his small eyes fixed on his work: “To prevent the drug from settling and becoming ineffective, I changed its molecular structure. The drug can remain suspended in the atmosphere for years and eventually cover the entire world.”

"Filarial worms that inhale anesthetics will not exhibit the original, vigorous reaction; they will all eventually become paralyzed and die!"

"Good!" Upon hearing this, Felus clashed his iron fists together, producing a fierce clang.

"In this way, our casualty rate will be reduced, and we can completely eliminate the alien race with the lowest possible casualty rate."

He pointed his iron finger at Viktor and exclaimed sincerely, "You remnants of a glorious era, you truly are as legendary as they say, using your wisdom to analyze the entire world."

"With biological anesthetics, the aliens are nothing but lambs to the slaughter, waiting for humanity's flames of revenge to burn them to ashes!"

Despite receiving such high praise, Victor remained unusually serious and knelt before Doom: "It was King Norwick who gave us equality, allowing us to shine again and no longer sink into darkness."

“No need for such humility,” Doom immediately stepped forward, helped the stonemason to his feet, and looked at him with admiration. “Just accept the honor gracefully.”

"I now authorize you to oversee the production of the drug. Once the fleet arrives, all factories will operate at full capacity to produce enough drugs in a short time to cover all alien worlds."

“Share the potion formula with me!” Ferus stepped forward and put his hand on the stone golem’s shoulder: “My fleet also has factories that can assist in production.”

Doom nodded, not wanting to dampen his brother's enthusiasm, and authorized the Steel Hand fleet to produce the potion.

Viktor stood ramrod straight, his chubby face extremely serious. He nodded, accepting the heavy responsibility, and reached out to transfer the data into the clan warrior's power armor.

Surprisingly, with technological support, the war seemed to become much easier.

In the void where Ghana's main star resides, the warp light shone brightly as the First Fleet completed its warp jump and assembled within the star system.

"Magnificent and spectacular!" Felus stood by the porthole, looking at the ever-increasing warp light, and couldn't help but exclaim, "A fleet of this size is enough to make any enemy tremble."

Despite being mentally prepared, I was still quite taken aback by the sheer size of my brother's fleet when I actually saw it.

“Not enough!” Doom stood side by side with his brother, not arrogant upon hearing the praise, and gently shook his head, saying, “Randan is humanity’s greatest enemy. The mission of this fleet is to withstand the first wave of alien attacks.”

Felus remained silent, mentally raising the threat level of Randan several notches, and silently planning to strengthen his legion in preparation for battle.

Once a full-scale war breaks out with Randan, no one can remain uninvolved; the war will affect the entire empire.

Doom tapped the porthole and activated the fleet's quantum communication: "All logistics warships, listen up! Cooperate with Weapon Master Victor to produce biological agents at full capacity. Obtain the necessary production resources from the aliens."

Even before the fleet arrived, the Imperial representative had informed the Silkworms that the Imperial Son's fleet was about to arrive and that they should not panic.

Furthermore, the Ghanaian Frostworms were requested to provide supplies to the fleet, thus contributing to the Empire. The Frostworm Governor readily agreed, and the Imperial fleet's arrival for supplies demonstrated that the Human Empire was ready to make the Shaping Union a part of it.

Both sides were working diligently to ramp up the production of supplies, all of which were gifts prepared for each other.

In order to deal with the filarial infection, Victor specially developed some small equipment that can scan for alien eggs and neural tentacles, preventing them from taking advantage of the supply of materials to spread the infection to the fleet.

The process went smoothly; the Ghanaian filars behaved themselves, did not make any excessive moves, and did their best to provide supplies.

A month later, as the fleets of the two imperial offspring gradually departed, the Ghana worms finally breathed a sigh of relief, as the Empire had not detected anything amiss.

Unbeknownst to them, the ships that were leaving were heading to the Shape-Shaping United Colony World, preparing to spread death among the stars!
If the filarials had star speakers, they would hear from the warp all the feedback from those who had reached their destinations and completed the void blockade.

Once everything was ready, above the alien homeworld, the Ironblood and Royal Majesty shifted their bellies toward the world below, their main cannons aimed at the alien starport.

All the imperial representatives on land withdrew, while the imperial nobles held a banquet on the ship, indifferently watching the destruction of the aliens.

The aliens sensed something was wrong; all the human warships in orbit were now in attack stance!
On the bridge of the Royal Majesty, Doom sat on the command throne, looking up at the huge holographic countdown timer; the attack time was almost here.

The countdown begins when the first ship leaves and moves around. The moment the countdown ends, the fleet launches a synchronized attack.

"Sir, a communication has come from the ground. Shall we connect?" Iron Man Gates hovered in the air, serving as the "captain" and providing warship data support during wartime.

Doom glanced at the countdown; only two minutes remained. It was time to give the Silkworms a proper farewell.

He said in a low voice, "Bring him in."

A holographic image of the governor appeared. Although his face was not visible, his unease was evident. He cautiously questioned, "Sir, isn't the action of your fleet somewhat... disrespectful to us?"

Even now, the consuls are still very careful to avoid overly aggressive verbal conflicts that might anger the imperial offspring.

But he saw something different. The once arrogant king was now calm and composed, sitting on his throne, without a trace of arrogance.

The giant's eyes gleamed with wisdom, his heroic and extraordinary face shone with divine light, and his whole being exuded extraordinary charm. Just sitting on his throne without saying a word, he inspired an impulse to submit.

The governor felt that if he hadn't taken over this body and was now in control of the original human consciousness, he would have knelt down right now.

"What I mean is that the aggression displayed by your fleet is making the people of the Shaping Union very uneasy."

He unconsciously lowered his voice, speaking softly to express his weak dissatisfaction to the giant.

Doom gave the governor a friendly smile, staring at him silently for a long time. His sharp gaze made the governor uneasy, unsure of what to do.

The communication channel remained silent for a long time, and the governor sensed the vanished arrogance—silence itself was a form of arrogance.

The emperor's sons did not respond; their actions spoke volumes, and their heavy arrogance made the regent dare not breathe.

Then, it heard the sound of the insect's antennae snapping violently!

"Brother," another voice came from the bridge, also via holographic communication: "My legion has begun its descent!"

The governor heard it clearly, a chill ran down his spine and straight to his brain, and a sense of collapse washed over him.

Another imperial heir, Felus Marus, unleashed the Iron Hand Legion, launching an attack on its homeworld!
"Release the Royal Majesty airdrop pod!" Doom announced, responding to his brother's attack: "The Nur army will launch an attack together with the Iron Hand."

He looked at the governor and said in a voice filled with utter disgust, "We did launch an attack. I've had enough of you, you filthy alien scum!"

After saying that, he cut off the communication.

Rumble!
The sharp, disgusted words struck the governor's brain like a thunderbolt, leaving him momentarily dizzy.

It stood there for a moment, then ran out of the main hall like a madman. When it looked up at space, the Imperial warships hovering in orbit released countless airdrop pods from their bottoms!

(End of this chapter)