Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 291 Challenger

Mere mortals who witness its existence will either go insane or die from a head explosion.

Only a warrior with unwavering resolve can remain calm when their eyes meet.

The warriors led by Doom were of unwavering will and dared to confront the true gods!
The assault team didn't stop; instead, they ran faster and faster. Doom was at the very front of the team, charging forward without any hesitation.

The boots landed with unwavering force, their resounding footsteps echoing through the passageway like the beat of a war drum.

The soldiers had a clear objective—it was that filthy creature crawling in the dark tunnel, its body covered in mottled colors!
The benevolent father also discovered the imperial offspring and the human warriors behind them—the very people who had destroyed its homeland.

No further words are needed at this moment.

When two enemies meet, their hatred intensifies; killing the other is far more effective than words.

The Great Father launched the first attack, with millions of eyes opening on his body, shooting out beams of psionic lasers and lightning that enveloped humanity. He went all out from the start, holding nothing back.

The passageway was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime, lasers rained down like a dense storm, lightning roared, and flames crackled.

The power of the great psychic was evident; the moment the killing intent appeared, a torrent of psychic attacks poured forth.

The loving father transformed into a god among men, using fire and thunder to unleash devastating punishment upon the disobedient!
This terrifying power was only the beginning. The benevolent father's face was cold, and his eyes shot out annihilation light. Time began to freeze, and the laws of gravity were distorted by spiritual energy.

Alpha+ level psionicists have transcended the psionic category, wielding various spells with ease and no longer bound by type limitations.

Despite such overwhelming power, Doom remained indifferent, his handsome face showing no emotion, and his charging steps continued unabated.

His nervous system reacts in the picoseconds when the laser beam travels less than half a meter, and makes a decision in the next picosecond.

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and his movements were so fast they defied time, as he raised the Star God Shield to his chest.

We must act swiftly and decisively to eliminate this obstacle!

After making his move, Doom plunged headlong into the ocean of spells, as if he hadn't dodged at all.

Before the loving father could even laugh, a scene captured by his senses made his usually composed mind tremble, leaving him bewildered and at a loss.

The human was enveloped in lightning and flames, yet remained completely unaffected, his face solemn and his steps firm as he charged towards me!

He shattered the stagnant time field with one foot, broke through the distorted gravity restraints, and charged forward unstoppably!

"What the hell are you?"

The loving father let out a terrified scream, asking the same question as the loving mother, and also came to terms with his partner's past loss of composure.

Only when you truly face him do you realize the fear that comes with this strange human being.

Doom is unstoppable!

His footsteps traverse time, passing through fire and frost; his spiritual will and physical existence are unyielding.

To protect friendly forces behind him, Doom activated his shield, scattering a force field. The power of the Celestial God reflected all energy, and the psionic lasers that touched the force field all returned to their original path.

Crackling~
Lightning struck his body, flames scorched his skin, ice froze his bodily fluids, and an annihilation beam pierced his side. The loving father was injured by his own magic.

He didn't have time to scream. He quickly focused his consciousness and mobilized his spiritual energy again to repair his injuries and strengthen his body in preparation for the upcoming battle.

"I am your death knell!"

Suddenly sensing a low shout, the loving father was horrified to discover that Doom was already within arm's reach in the instant he had been distracted.

escape!
Biological instincts screamed, every cell shrieked, converging into an escape signal, urging the loving father to move away from the person in front of him, but he couldn't make any move at all.

Doom leaped high into the air, gripping the Judgment Sword in both hands. His killing intent held the benevolent father firmly in place, awaiting the punishment brought down by humanity.

Driven by the will to survive, and knowing there was no escape, the fatherly consciousness transcended time, erecting layers of spiritual energy shields for himself.

Stab it!

As the crimson blade of the Judgment Sword fell, the psionic shield proved utterly fragile, offering no resistance whatsoever, much like ordinary air.

The loving father was in despair. A bitter sense of powerlessness welled up inside him, gnawing at his confidence and pride, as if mocking the futility of all his efforts.

The Judgment Sword struck the face of the benevolent father, splitting the flesh of the silkworm leader in two, its soul vanishing into nothingness, its conceptual existence completely erased.

When the loving father died from the Judgment Sword, the loving mother in her heart trembled, realizing that something was wrong with her memory.

I should have a partner, but in this critical moment, I don't know where he is.

Not only the concept of a loving mother, but also the concept of elimination has a far-reaching impact. All impressions and memories of a loving father have disappeared from the real universe and the subspace.

The memories of the Imperial Guard and the Night Watchers are also gone.

They knew Doom had killed the leader of the filarial worms, but who exactly had he killed? What kind of enemy was he? They had no recollection of it.

The same is true for the Filworm race; the Father has vanished from memory, and the only leader of the race is the Mother. Only Doom and the Doom Soldier know of the Father's existence; they are the last remaining witnesses.

Doom stood before his beloved father's corpse, watching it turn to ashes and vanish, along with the very concept of its existence.

This is one of the reasons why he placed the Judgment Sword in the warp.

Those killed by god-slaying weapons will develop a victim mentality, erasing all traces of their existence.

This extermination trait is too cruel; it's only suitable for dealing with demons, and ordinary enemies or alien races wouldn't deserve such a fate.

"Keep going." Doom sheathed his Judgment Sword, gave a low greeting, and continued forward.

The warriors, who were organizing their thoughts, were startled awake and hurriedly followed the Primarch.

They realized that their thinking was flawed, but they didn't know the specific reason. With the battle being the priority, they had no choice but to temporarily abandon their thinking.

Doom hurried along, leading his troops toward the heart chamber. At the end of the dark tunnel, he saw a dark light rising from the darkness.

The ambient temperature continued to drop, and darkness spread like sandstorms, distorting the space eerily. The veteran soldiers of the Night Guard gripped their spears tightly; they knew what this meant.

The filth of the warp has appeared!
The Imperial Guard also knew what existed behind the darkness—humanity's eternal enemy!

Just as Captain Odysseus of the Shield Guard was worried that without Sister Silent's presence, the demons would be less restrained, he saw the dark power in front of the Primarch recede like melting snow.

Not only the Primarch, but also the shadow tentacles around the Doom Slayer stopped moving forward, retreating into the darkness and daring not to show themselves.

Odysseus immediately made tactical arrangements: "Divide into small teams, with the Destroyer as the core, and prepare to wipe out the demons."

The Night Watchers did the same, skillfully dispersing around the Doomsday Warriors; both had undergone secret training against demons.

Under Doom's leadership, the commando team was like a bright sword, piercing through the darkness of whispers.

As the team stepped into the heart chamber, the power of the warp surged forth, shadows descended into the darkness, and the boundary between reality and illusion was torn apart.

A piercing female scream rang in my ears: "Shadow Lord! Your humble servant is here to descend upon the mortal realm!"

boom! ! ! !

In an instant, the space in the atrium expanded rapidly, and the ground was stretched like a pancake, spreading quickly in all directions.

A black sun emerged from the magic circle, eerily illuminating the space. Wherever the dark light reached, distorted shadows appeared.

The Imperial Guards tried to step forward to stop what was about to happen, but were stopped by the Destroyers beside them.

Doom stood at the front of the group, making no move, letting the shadow ritual complete, and waiting for the demon to arrive in the real universe.

The atrium is deep within the mantle, far from the surface, where no mortals exist, making it an ideal place to ambush demons.

Darkness spread, and countless demons materialized from the shadows, their skin ashen and wings sprouting from their backs, constantly emitting ferocious laughter.

Doom nodded silently. The Shadow Overlord was not to be underestimated; his demonic army, possessing its own unique characteristics, was also a giant in the warp.

The Shadow Overlord, Bilak, was mentioned by the Old Saints, and Doom naturally remembered it.

As the Shadow Demon Army grinned, preparing to attack the enemies of the mortal servants, the cacophony of demons abruptly ceased.

They saw a demigod standing there, wearing a helmet, holding a god-slaying blade, and bearing a bright red mark of destruction on his chest.

"Doom..."

"The Godslayer!"

"An enemy of the gods!"

Once they saw the person clearly, the restless demon uttered his name, and the demon army instantly fell silent, standing still and not daring to make any move.

The demon turned its gaze to the lowly worm, its crimson eyes filled with malice, curses, and hatred.

You're telling us to fight the Godslayer? Is that reasonable?

Just as the Shadow Demon hesitated, the summoning circle reached its climax, and a giant, iron-blue hand reached out from it and slammed onto the edge of the circle. The Shadow Overlord had finally descended!
"Ha~ha~ha~"

Birac let out a thunderous laugh. He had finally arrived in the real universe and could now enjoy the souls of the material world to his heart's content.

But it was puzzled; it was too quiet around it and it couldn't hear the demon cubs laughing heartily as they feasted.

The demon prince looked up, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Challenger!"

(End of this chapter)