Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 298 Appropriate Advice
"Hmm." Doom glanced over, memorized the route, and patted Obelisk on the shoulder, asking, "Ready?"

Obelisk was taken aback, but immediately understood the Father of Genetics' plan. His face under his helmet changed, and he said stiffly, "You'd better aim more accurately."

The father of genetics is going to throw his brothers over there!

To allay any concerns, Doom flashed a bright smile, patted his chest with his right hand, and held up three fingers with his left: "Thirty thousand times!"

The team members were puzzled, not understanding what the father of genes meant by "thirty thousand times".

"When I climbed the Nur Ring Pillar, I threw Harlan Ogrivi up the pillar 30,000 times, and there wasn't a single time that I missed throwing or catching him."

At this point, Doom recalled his actions and a hint of smugness appeared on his face, as Harlan's cries still echoed in his ears.

The Doomsday Warriors felt a chill run down their spines. The Champion Warrior had boasted about how he had risked his life alongside the Father of Genesis to break the Ring of Shield and return the people of Nur to the Void.

Now, having heard the Primarch's account, the actual circumstances at the time are quite different from the legendary story Harlan recounted.

Seeing his sons looking at each other, Doom assumed they still had doubts and reassured them again: "Don't worry, my control over the throw is more precise than a computer."

To prevent the father of genes from overthinking, Obelisk stepped forward, his tall figure blocking his brothers, his voice deep and steady: "We have never doubted you, and we are ready to begin at any time."

"It's starting!" Doom roared, lowering his body into a horse stance, grabbing Obelisk's neck armor gap with one hand and his calf with the other, lifting the offspring above his head.

He took a deep breath, the veins on his arm bulging, and shouted, "Go!"

Bang!
With a sudden burst of force, Obelisk was thrown out of Primarch's hands like a black torpedo, creating a series of sonic booms!

La immediately stepped forward, and Doom quickly grabbed it and threw it towards the warp ruins in the same manner.

The two brothers were thrown out one after the other. John, eager to try, stepped out of the line, bypassed his brothers, and was then thrown out by the Father of Genetics.

"Wait a minute." Before the next soldier stepped forward, Doom raised his hand to signal a pause: "Let's wait until they land safely."

After throwing three balls in a row, Doom decided to pause his actions and wait for his offspring to safely reach the other side before continuing.

Three people are enough to form a tactical squad, capable of handling any danger.

It's not too late to send more people there after confirming that the destination is safe.

Obelisk felt as if he were a cannonball, violently propelled from the barrel by explosives, and traveling at supersonic speed through the void.

The readings inside the helmet indicate that the speed has reached the second cosmic velocity, which is similar to that in a cosmic environment.

The original gene possesses astonishing control; its path of advancement remains undeviated from the calculated route, rapidly progressing towards its target.

"Expected arrival in six minutes." A signal came from inside the powered armor. The super intelligent chip calculated the flight trajectory through the helmet visor and reported the real-time situation: "Currently, the orbit is safe and there is no floating debris interference."

Obelisk kept a close eye on the tactical goggles, remaining vigilant at all times, paying attention to every minute reading from the armor sensors, which showed that the speed was increasing.

"Enter the target gravitational field." The smart chip sends an electrical signal, which is interpreted directly by the nervous system, transmitting information at a speed far exceeding that of voice.

Obelisk's black form moved silently through the gaps in the vacuum debris, traversing the cold void like a black ghost.

After six minutes of intense concentration, as the steel ruins drew ever closer, a neural signal shot through his mind: "Activate the gravity parachute."

Four gravity generator panels popped out from the back and below the knees of the power armor, generating anti-gravity to achieve a deceleration effect.

Deng!
With a muffled thud, Obelisk's speed decreased abruptly, landing in a half-crouching position, instantly dropping from subsonic speed to zero.

He immediately looked up and used his tactical goggles to calculate his brother's landing spot to avoid being hit.

Ten seconds later, two black figures landed, followed by the two brothers.

“I thought there would be howling winds.” John shook his head, clearly disappointed; the journey had left him greatly disappointed.

“There is gravity here, but no atmosphere,” Ra explained to John, and was about to get up from the pit when Obelisk grabbed him and pressed him down.

Seeing his brother look up in confusion, Obelisk said in a low voice, "I'll inform them; you draft a plan."

"why?"

A puzzled voice came from the side. John turned his head and looked over. Although he was wearing a helmet, you could tell he was confused.

“We need a plan,” Obelisk said, ignoring John and turning to Ra. “Or some well-thought-out advice.” He then looked at his two brothers and asked in a low voice, “Haven’t you noticed?”

La remained silent, slightly raising her chin to signal her brother to continue: "You need to speak quickly."

Obelisk nodded, glanced at John who was brushing off the dust, and said quickly, "My genetic father would consider many things in large-scale battles or strategies, and he would cherish every life."

"But when it comes to personally leading a raid, he doesn't think too much about it, or even at all."

La simply shook his head, his voice hissing through his mask: "The Primarch is out of the question; no one can defeat him head-on."

The superhero reacted quickly, giving a reasonable explanation in less than a second of thought.

He was far superior to ordinary people in terms of command of the Primarch, but compared with his brothers, he did not show any extraordinary abilities.

As for honor duels, almost no entity in the entire Empire or even the real universe can defeat the Primarch.

Even against the Lord of Humanity, the outcome of their battle remains uncertain.

Once you understand these points, the answer to the question becomes clear.

The King of Warriors is never afraid of challenges or any enemy. He is invincible in head-on confrontations and naturally doesn't think too much.

“Yes.” Obelisk nodded in agreement, then added, “That’s why we need to think on his behalf and offer some suggestions.”

He pointed into the distance, where a half-open gate stood beneath the rusty deck of a warship: "Like now, let's offer some appropriate suggestions and clarify tactical objectives."

"Admonish our father of genes to prevent him from doing anything outrageous again."

Obelisk put his arm around his brother's shoulder and said earnestly, "We are different from Harlan Ogrivey. Champion Swordsmen are Primarch Guardians and should be reminding us of these things."

"But they were birds of a feather, and they would come up with some crazy ideas on a whim, and then they would invite each other to do some crazy things."

"We must take advantage of their distance to slightly correct the original body and prevent them from getting carried away when they meet."

La listened to his brother's words and nodded silently.

He agreed with what Obelisk said; after all, his brother had guarded the bridge for a long time and had a detailed understanding of the Primarch, so he knew more about him than he did.

“You should notify the Primarch to come over.” Ra didn’t refuse the suggestion and took the reconnaissance equipment off his belt. “I’ll go scout first and come up with a temporary plan.”

With his brother's approval, Obelisk breathed a sigh of relief, his worries lessening somewhat.

He feared being misunderstood by his brothers and believed that he was developing ambitions and trying to control the mind of the father of genes.

As I turned my gaze to John Wick, pondering how to explain myself, I heard the berserk brother say in a flippant tone, "You haven't wasted those years standing on the bridge."

Obelisk's pupils contracted slightly as he realized he had been somewhat arrogant, only seeing the surface of his brother's behavior.

That's true. Every brother who passes the trial needs both willpower and wisdom.

He didn't say much, but sent a signal through the telepathic link: "This place is safe, the main force can set off."

Sensing the telepathic signal, John said to Obelisk, "I'm going to protect Ra; you lead the main force here."

He stomped his foot, his golden boots clanging against the steel of the warship: "I can sense that this pile of ruins is not peaceful; dangerous creatures lurk within, awakened by our arrival."

“I understand.” Obelisk nodded solemnly; he never doubted John Wick’s intuition.

Before the gene seed was implanted, John remained silent and calm, even after his chest was cut open, watching the guards around him.

During the trials of the soul, he never died once, roaring as he killed demons time and time again.

After stepping off the operating table, his taciturn nature vanished, and a berserker with incredibly strong instincts was born.

Before the Father of Genetics returned, Doom participated in countless battles, large and small, with John always at the forefront.

Even though he led from the front and descended onto the battlefield in a ferocious manner, he was never injured, and even when he cleansed the Thunder Warriors, his armor remained unscathed.

(End of this chapter)