Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 287 Pressuring and Coercing

Felus glanced back at the newly appeared star in the void, silently adjusted his fleet, and faced the frenzied Shaping Union head-on.

His expression was more serious than usual. He quickly deployed troops on the command terminal, attacking the alien fleet by breaking through its defenses with targeted attacks. He used the destructive firepower of light spears and macro cannons to completely suppress the alien fleet's frenzied counterattack.

With the battle at this point, no matter what his brother wanted to do, he couldn't turn back to question him; he could only silently support Doom through his actions.

Despite his confusion, Feralus chose to deal with the alien threat first.

Regardless, Doom was his blood brother, a close family member connected by blood.

Perhaps it was inappropriate for him to hide the truth and carry out secret operations, but this is a family matter, and it's best to resolve it behind closed doors. There's no need to make it public knowledge.

The Primarchs are the offspring of emperors and the symbols of the human empire. Their outward appearance must be carefully considered, and the empire must not be torn apart by the rifts between Primarchs.

Feralas deployed his troops, tearing apart the Shapeshaping Alliance lines. He glanced at the incredibly bright alien homeworld in the void and muttered, "Doom, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation..."

The fire raged across the land, and Doom ordered Imperial warships to dump massive amounts of oxidizer onto Ghana, urging the flames to engulf the entire planet.

The flames burned for ten Terra days, reaching a peak temperature of two thousand degrees, and burned the entire world to ashes.

After the fire was extinguished, the world of Ghana shrank in size, and the surface material was burned away.

The once fertile planet, inhabited by life, has been transformed into a man-made "dead world" composed of lava, ash, and a vitrified surface, predominantly in dark red, black, and scattered yellowish-white hues.

The fertile land was evaporated by flames, and the planet's surface became grotesque and broken, covered with cracks and scars formed by melting and cooling.

On the Royal Majesty, Doom sat on the bridge throne, frowning, his eyes fixed on the world of death, hoping for even the slightest response.

But the world of Ghana fell into dead silence; there was no further movement, and no living being responded to his gaze.

He sighed helplessly. His attempts to probe had been fruitless, and he received no response. The Ghanaian silkworm decided to hide forever and never appear again.

Doom tapped the armrest of the throne with his finger, delivering a death sentence to Ghana: "Bipolar Cyclone Torpedo Loading... Wait, Molecular Disintegration Cannon, begin charging! Utterly destroy the world of Ghana!"

He originally planned to use the Bipolar Cyclone Torpedo to shatter the world of Ghana, but ultimately decided to use the Molecular Disintegration Cannon.

The bipolar cyclone torpedo shattered the world, potentially leaving large fragments that would allow the filarials to continue surviving in the void.

If the mother insect is in a desperate situation, she may activate subspace teleportation and even run to other places to reproduce.

The so-called best way to completely kill the mother and father insects is to use the molecular decomposition cannon to break everything down into molecular dust.

Gates faithfully carried out the throne's orders, even though, in its view, the world beneath its feet was lifeless and devoid of any real value.

Under the Iron Man's control, the Royal Majesty adjusted its attitude, with its bow facing the world of Ghana. The gun deck slowly opened, waiting for the Molecular Decomposition Cannon to charge and destroy the entire world in one fell swoop.

The actions of the Royal Majesty stunned the Iron Hand Legion and the Imperial delegation that had come to negotiate.

Sergeant Steel Hand frowned, feeling that such an action was inappropriate and devoid of any honor.

The Primarch's current actions resemble those of a mortal consumed by rage, whipping the corpse of a dead enemy to vent his inner fury.

Faced with the original gene, he dared not stop or speak, silently recording everything with the bird divination instrument and leaving it to the father of genes to decide.

On the Imperial delegation's spaceship, Mambia was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. He couldn't bear to imagine how this scene would tarnish the glory of the Imperial offspring, and a dark future of being silenced flashed before his eyes.

Blue light shone from the edge of the Throne of Majesty's cannon muzzle, and dimensional channels began to extend, used to constrain and guide the flow of molecular decomposition cannon particles.

Without restraint, the particle stream leaving the muzzle will scatter, decomposing everything it touches, and the process is irreversible.

Doom didn't care what others thought, nor would he try to understand. He only wanted to destroy the world beneath his feet and completely eliminate the alien threat!
"Fire!" With the energy at its peak, Doom's eyes showed no pity, and his cold tone was terrifyingly firm.

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As the warship shuddered slightly, Gates controlled the ship to fire its main guns.

A stream of bright white particles shot out from the main cannon at the speed of light, constrained by the dimensional channel, rushing toward the alien homeworld!

The particle stream poured down like a galaxy, flooding Ghana's dark red, scorched earth and instantly triggering a chain reaction.

An orange-red dot spread out, and a chain reaction of particles began. Without a sound, the molecular chains of matter were shattered in deathly silence. In high orbit, the Imperial personnel remained silent, mourning the true death of a planet.

If it were a typical life-bearing planet, and it were attacked by an atmospheric incineration torpedo or a viral bomb, although the surface biosphere would be destroyed, traces of life would still remain in the deeper layers.

After countless years, the world will gradually recover and may eventually move towards another kind of prosperity.

Now, the alien homeworld will be completely destroyed, with no chance of revival!

"You despicable humans! Why are you so relentlessly persecuting me?"

Just as the imperial army was lamenting, a woman's shrill scream echoed in their minds, asking in anguish, "Why! Why! My people no longer wish to be your enemies, why do you have to exterminate us?"

The impact of this psychic energy was so strong that some weak-willed mortal slaves or auxiliary soldiers committed suicide out of shame.

"Alpha+ level psionic fluctuations detected," the Thinker Matrix inside the ship said, its face contorted in pain, tears of blood streaming from its eyes, its cold voice repeating incessantly, "Evacuation recommended, evacuation recommended, evacuation recommended..."

"Stay calm!" the Steel Hand sergeant roared over the communications channel, urging his Legion brothers to quell the ship's unrest: "Use your willpower to resist the psionic transmission!"

At this moment, the sergeant finally understood why the Primarch continued to attack the world of Ghana.

The filarial worms didn't die; they just went into hiding.

What happened next shocked the Imperial Fleet even more, as fleet communications were briefly interrupted.

The area attacked by the particle stream was enveloped by a pale purple barrier, temporarily preventing the chain reaction from spreading.

A landmass the size of the Australian Plateau was slowly lifted by psychic energy, stripped from the planet's surface, and carried into the void at supersonic speed.

Beneath the deep-space continent, countless hollow pipes are exposed, and judging from their depth and density, the entire world has been eaten away by filarial worms.

On the Royal Majesty, a court attendant knelt on the bridge, respectfully relaying psionic communications to King Norwick.

Most of the combatants on the spaceship are not sensitive to psionic energy, so it is necessary to find out what the Queen of Insects specifically said from the mortal servants.

"Hmph!" Knowing the thoughts transmitted by the psionic fluctuations, Doom sneered disdainfully, as if he had heard a joke.

Pressuring them relentlessly? Unwilling to be their enemy?

When they were ravaging generations of humans, the aliens never imagined their fate today. After suffering defeats on the front lines, they said they did not want to be enemies.

On the holographic image on the command terminal, a continent was rapidly rising into the air, being propelled by psionic energy and thrown towards the Royal Majesty.

Without the commander's orders, Captain Gates controlled the turrets, unleashing a barrage of cannon fire that attacked the continent's weak points, reducing the land to harmless fragments.

"All psionicists, heed my command!"

With a serious expression, Doom quickly opened the holographic map, drew a circle where the continent had disappeared, and ordered: "Form a psionic barrier, cut off all external vision, prevent psionic leakage, and protect friendly forces from psionic attacks."

Having said that, Doom rose from his throne and growled, "Sophia, are the Doomsday Warriors, the Royal Guard, and the Night Watch ready?"

Even before the molecular separation cannon was fired, he ordered the army to be on standby at all times, ready to fight the enemy to the death.

"My lord." Sophia appeared out of thin air, her beautiful face neat and serious. After a brief bow, she reported:
"All Imperial Guards and non-essential Destroyers, along with Night Guards, are waiting in front of the teleportation array, fully equipped and ready to be deployed at any time."

Doum nodded and said, "Send the order to the Imperial Army that Nur will be in charge of this battle, and they do not need to participate."

"As you command." The messenger obeyed the order and quickly relayed the message to friendly forces.

Doom rose from his command throne, retrieved a shield from the dimensional space, and grasped it with his right hand. A few seconds later, a warp rift appeared on the bridge, and the hilt of the Judgment Sword fell into its master's hand.

In order to end the war quickly, the Godslayer retrieved the Godslayer Weapon and wiped out the aliens at the conceptual level!

Seconds later, teleportation lights shone from the planet's crater, and a thousand Imperial Guards, a hundred Destruction Warriors, and two thousand Night Guards once again set foot on the world of Ghana.

Finally, Doom teleported in wearing a combat helmet.

(Autumn is here, brothers, wear more clothes and don't catch a cold.)
(End of this chapter)