Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 296 The Words of Creation
The Shadowlands—the territory of First Prince Birac, a permanent place that exists permanently amidst the endless changes of the warp.

The warp emphasizes symbolism; the shadow realm exists in nothingness, symbolizing Birak's inherent and eternal kingship.

Demons born in the Shadow Realm are tainted with the aura of shadow, becoming servants of Bilak and sacrificing everything for its conquest.

To some extent, although Birac is a demon prince, he possesses the authority of a "demigod" and is undoubtedly one of the overlords below the four gods.

"I have returned!"

A deafening roar echoed across the sky, reverberating throughout the Shadow Plains and awakening the kingdom hidden in the shadows.

Countless shadow demons emerged from the shadows of the ancient city-state, gazing at the burning magic circle. The Shadow Overlord, Bilak, had returned.

"You chose this place as your burial site?"

Another roar erupted, its fury as fierce as thunder, its power no less than that of Birac, its force resounding and resounding.

The demons looked up and saw Bilak fall from the magic circle, entangled with a human, emerging from the portal connecting to the real universe.

Upon returning to the warp, darkness surged towards Bilak, healing its wounds and allowing the boundless power within its body to gradually return.

It pushed away the tightly bound Doom, and in the warp, the demon prince was no longer suppressed, and his dark iron body was reforged in the churning shadows.

Rumble!
The prince's hooves pounded the darkness, his body as majestic as a mythical Titan, his demonic wings spread, casting shadows upon countless worlds.

However, at this moment, the Shadow Overlord appeared to be incredibly powerful, with cracks on his cheeks, his right eye closed, and his horns broken, making him look like a one-eyed lion.

Before it, a shooting star streaked across the sky, dispelling the darkness in its path, and fell into the Shadow Plains with a wisp of red light.

"Come on!" The figure raised his red longsword, pointing it directly at the prince, who was the size of a mountain, and roared, "You fled from reality to here, and now you have nowhere to retreat!"

As he challenged the Shadow Lord in the Shadow Realm, countless demons chuckled, mocking his overestimation of himself, but upon closer inspection, they felt a chill run down their spines.

God-killer!
He came here from the real world, descending upon the Shadow Plains with boundless rage!

Doom wiped the demonic blood from his face, pointed his Judgment Sword at Birac, and remained fearless even when facing it in the warp.

"My graveyard?" Birac laughed loudly, his voice booming like thunder, stirring up waves of warp storms.

It shamelessly declared, "I never intended to confront you; I will leave with the domain."

"Don't even think about leaving!" Doom, who was filled with righteous indignation, took a step forward as if to give chase, but saw ten figures fall and crash onto the blue stone slab ground of the Shadow Domain before the void array closed.

He frowned, and his genetic offspring crossed the line between reality and illusion, following their own footsteps to the subspace.

Then, in the ancient, dilapidated city, in the shadows cast by the buildings, darkness coalesced into the body of a demon.

In an instant, the demons returned from the real universe to their familiar territory, baring their fangs and claws as they surrounded the warriors.

The Doomsday Warrior reacted quickly, rising from the crater, picking up his weapon, and approaching the Father of Genesis, forming a circle to defend against the demons.

Bilak stood tall and imposing, his single eye devoid of joy or sorrow. With a wave of his hand, he commanded his demon minions to attack the intruders.

"Why are you here? The dangers here are far greater than we imagined." Doom asked in a low voice, his tone displeased. He had given a clear order to retreat before entering the warp.

The subspace is too dangerous. Demons, freed from the constraints of physical laws, can destroy cities and territories with a mere gesture. The power of a great demon can shake the stars.

Obelisk stood facing the demons, gripping his weapon tightly. His deep voice was pure and clear, filled with the deepest resolve: "We cannot let you fight alone!"

The others nodded in agreement, turning their backs to the father of genes and forming a circular defensive circle.

Faced with the demons baring their fangs and claws and closing in step by step, they showed no panic. Their voices from inside their helmets were full of pride, shouting in unison: "Surrounded by demons, we've come at the perfect time!"

"Come on, you little devils!" John Wick brandished his sword, brandished his double-headed greatsword, and beckoned to the demons.

"Confront our wrath!"

"..."

Outside the Doomsday Warriors' defensive perimeter, demons surged in like a tide, but they remained unmoved, simply gripping their weapons tightly.

Doom nodded slowly; he knew every one of those fearless names—Obelisk, John Wick, Ta Rasha, Ra…

They knew what lay behind the portal, yet they did not hesitate to follow him into the demon realm.

He surveyed his surroundings, showing no regard for the demons, and roared in a low voice, "Since you're here, let's kill to our hearts' content! Let the demons' blood soak the earth, and let their fear crown us!"

"Let the blood of demons soak the earth, and let their fear crown us!" The warriors roared in unison, their will causing the warp to tremble, and their battle cry chilling the demons to the bone.

"Kill them! The soul of a powerful warrior is enough to elevate us to a higher position!"

Not to be outdone, the demon let out a greedy hiss, brandished its demonic weapon, and charged forward with a flap of its wings.

"Stop them." Bilak commanded the demons to swarm forward, while he retreated, chanting a teleportation spell.

In an instant, weapons clashed, dimensional weapons and demonic weapons collided, producing a metallic clang.

The demon resides in the warp, where all its functions are at their peak. It wields its weapons with lightning speed, and its swords fall with tremendous force.

The Doomsday Warriors are no less formidable. The so-called surrounding demons are nothing to them. The trials of becoming a warrior are a thousand times more perilous than what they are experiencing now.

Back then, they had no power, but they fought their way out through sheer willpower. Now, with their bodies churning with fury, how could they possibly be at a disadvantage?
In the fraction of a second that the blades clashed, the first demon was beheaded, its body instantly turning to ashes and vanishing without a trace.

In the next instant, imperceptible to mortals, a hundred demons outside the circular defensive perimeter were killed, and the Doom Slayer's weapon swing seemed to have accelerated even slightly.

Doom stood in the center of the defensive circle, shooting out a ray of fire from his left palm. One ray pierced through the demonic tide, obliterating the demons completely.

He took the super shotgun from his right hand, aimed it at the densest area of ​​demons, and pulled the trigger without mercy!

Bang! !

The Emperor's power transformed into golden lightning, which exploded amidst the demonic tide, instantly obliterating thousands of demons.

Every second felt like an eternity, as the tide of demons surged up and then receded like the tide itself.

Shoulder cannons, dimensional blades, imperial power, and star god weapons formed a killing circle, making it impossible for demons to break through the formation.

The Doomsday Warriors are as solid as a rock, their weapons whirling like lightning, their pure killing intent directed at demons. Under the leadership of the Father of Genetics, they never thought of retreating, only of wiping out all demons.

Demonic blood splattered!

A deep blue dimensional light blade flashed, ripped the demon open, and fell again, its body split in two.

The three-meter-long light blade was extremely sharp, and in the hands of the Doomsday Warrior, it was wielded with agility and cunning, weaving a web of death.

But the demons seemed endless; a thousand demons perished in one second, and ten thousand more surged up in the next.

kill!

The Doom Warriors were as firm as a rock, devoid of any negative emotions. They wielded their weapons faster and faster, their will clear and unwavering, regarding the surging demonic tide as nothing.

In the distance of the Shadow Realm, Bilak, whose body towered like a mountain, began chanting incantations, mobilizing the vast power of the warp.

On the surface, it was as steady as Mount Tai, but in reality, it was extremely anxious and eager to leave this place.

As the master of the Shadow Realm, Birac clearly sensed that with the slaughter of the Godslayers, the Shadow Demons were rapidly dissipating, and the realm was no longer expanding; instead, it began to slowly shrink.

If this continues, the Shadow Realm will soon disappear forever into the warp.

Bilak chanted incantations, channeling the power of the warp, attempting to move the entire Shadow Realm with him.

In the ancient city-state's square, waves of demons surged relentlessly, crashing down on the invaders in successive waves, buying time for the Shadow Overlord.

"Tar Rasha!" Amidst the demonic roars, Doom saw the endless tide of demons and, in the midst of the slaughter, called out the name of his offspring and commanded, "Use the Ancient Holy Spell!"

Despite the warriors' valiant fight, the formation failed to advance an inch, trapped in place by the demonic tide.

In order to break the deadlock, Doom had to resort to some unconventional methods.

With authorization from the father of genetics, T'Rasha calmly removed his helmet, revealing his handsome face, and wielded his sword with one hand.

He hung the helmet on his waist, took a deep breath, and moved his throat and cheeks, preparing to cast the spell.

Tarasha faced the demonic tide head-on, his throat and mouth resonating as he uttered two strange syllables that were difficult for humans to pronounce. The meaning of the language was—destruction!
"destroy."

As the ancient incantation was uttered, the laws were "commanded," space began to distort, subspace energy vibrated, the demonic tide paused briefly, and the shadow demons rose into the air, their demonic bodies rapidly expanding before exploding into black fireworks.

"Words of Creation!"

The demon roared in terror, its steps halting outside the ring created by the destruction command.

(End of this chapter)