Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 302 The Primarch? (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, brothers!)

The Primarch roared, igniting the battle between humans and aliens.

The Doomsday Warriors grunted, their eyes, visible through their tactical goggles, were calm and resolute.

The battle began in nanoseconds, as time seemed to sink into a viscous swamp, succumbing to the ruins of the bridge.

The Genestealer's roar ceased, its sound stretched out by the slowed time, making every movement of the Xenomorph clearly visible to the Doom Slayer.

Their outstretched limbs, the spittle flying from their mouths, the reflections in their vitreous humors, and the movements of several muscles in every action—all of it is clearly visible!

In the almost still war scene, a tall figure makes a move, shooting a fiery ray from his left arm armor, which accurately hits the alien's gaping maw.

It felt like an eternity had passed when the timer inside the power armor ticked down to a fraction of a second, and the Doom Slayer reacted.

The composite shoulder cannon was aimed at the ceiling, and sparks burst from the muzzle, the sound triggering a weak shockwave that slowly spread during the stagnation period.

The black-armored warrior "slowly" raised his arm, blocking the spear in his hand, and fired a dimensional ray at the gene stealer.

silence.

The battle was devoid of any heated clashes, only a chilling silence.

The rays travel at the speed of light through the air, and the Doom Soldier can clearly track their trajectory, knowing exactly which enemy he has hit.

Wow~~~~
As the timer ticked down to the second, a sound burst forth, filling the quiet bridge with a cacophony of noises.

The roars of the aliens and the firing of the composite shoulder cannons intertwined to form a symphony of death and destruction, like a volcano that had been gathering power and suddenly erupting.

In a split second, blood rained down from the ceiling, and pieces of the gene-stealer's corpse fell continuously, then the bridge fell silent again.

According to the counter, 427 aliens were killed in a mere second, and the first wave of attacks was defeated before it could even take shape.

In the brief exchange, the gene stealer was killed before it could even crawl out of the iron pit, its head barely visible before its body rolled back into the cave.

"Xilulu!"

A roar came from the depths of the darkness, and the alien, which had been eager to launch another attack, cautiously retreated into the darkness.

The bridge fell silent once more as the soldiers formed a defensive formation, ready to meet the next wave of attack.

La knelt before the divination pedestal, removed his gleaming gold gauntlets, and allowed his fingers to participate more flexibly.

Those complex cables, hanging like human intestines, were painstakingly sorted out by him with the help of intelligent technology, allowing him to quickly connect them together.

Deep within the ship, the gene-stealers reached peak activity, gathering in a large hall to plan their next attack.

On the throne in the hall crouched a colossal beast. Its appearance was not much different from that of an ordinary gene stealer, but it was taller, larger, and stronger.

It is the "patriarch" of the tribe, a high-ranking figure who has nurtured the entire tribe.

The clan leader was very annoyed. His scarlet eyes, like two lanterns, kept sweeping across the group of descendants, exuding a terrifying majesty.

Awakened by outsiders, it sensed that too many things were wrong.

Since arriving at their new foraging grounds, the local creatures, the "humans," have been quite unwelcoming to the arrival of their kind.

They also gave their race a name: the Great Devourer – Tyrannosaurus.

It doesn't have any specific meaning; it's just that after the race's fleet arrived in the galaxy, the world that was treated as an appetizer was called "Tyron."

As the vanguard of the race, the chieftain has been detached from the Tentacle Fleet for a long time, infecting several worlds with his own genes before sending them into the mouths of the ravenous fleet.

It has fought against many humans, understands the strengths and weaknesses of local races, and uses these to its advantage in dealing with them.

After descending upon another world, humanity discovered the Tyranid infection, assembled forces to eliminate the newly formed race, and the chieftain embarked on a ship into exile.

However, it was lucky. After wandering around the human world many times, it finally boarded a ship full of slaves.

For gene stealers, a ship full of slaves is a buffet.

It quickly infected most of the spaceship's population, establishing a new race, but an accident occurred.

Before the spaceship reached its destination, the human captain discovered a slave with a mutated forehead, realizing that the ship was infected, and desperately steered the ship into subspace.

Ultimately, the chieftain led his people to the shipwrecked area by the warp currents. After clearing out the wrecked ships, he entered a long period of hibernation.

It woke up several times during this period, and the wrecked ship would occasionally drift into the real universe, attracting humans or other races to board it in search of something.

Having seized the advantage of timing and location, the race easily wiped them out, without even needing its intervention. Then the ship would re-enter the subspace, and so on, appearing randomly throughout the galaxy.

Now, it has awakened again, and the situation it faces is a little different...

Those humans were a bit different; they were taller than ordinary Space Marines, and the leader was even taller and looked dangerous.

Most critically, after the appearance of the black-armored humans, the communication of the race, which humans call "psychic," seems to have been severely disrupted, making it difficult to transmit commands.

The chieftain planned to launch continuous attacks before the humans reached the bridge, wearing down the human warriors' patience and stamina.

However, due to poor communication, it could only use its primitive roars to slowly command the horde and barely launch a siege.

Unfortunately, the attack failed before it even began; those black-armored warriors were indeed more troublesome than the Space Marines.

I could barely make out their movements from the shadows, but my physical reaction was far inferior.

Especially the leader, whose attack movements were incredibly fast; the speed of nerve signal transmission couldn't keep up with his physical movements.

The clan chief had a premonition that if he faced him, he would be cut into several pieces in less than a second.

Whether he is cut into pieces depends entirely on his will.

Squatting on the high platform, the chieftain felt that he had changed. Having been in human society for too long, his thinking had become tinged with a bit of humor.

Its black claws lightly scratched at his cheek, recalling the black-armored warrior calling that person "Primarch".

Primarch. In human society, it usually refers to a legendary being, a being that mortals worship—the Primarch.

They are extraordinary beings created by the human "God Emperor," the genetic fathers of the Space Marines, and charismatic leaders and strategists.

Although the patriarch was unfamiliar with human history, he remembered the legends of the Primarch.

Thinking about this, the clan leader was even more puzzled.

With the end of the Great Expedition and the Primarchs disappearing one after another, why did I encounter a similar being in the Warp?

Could it be that I've been dormant for too long, and the original human genes have returned?

At this moment, the clan leader was experiencing an unprecedented mental turmoil.

The underlying genetic code instructs them to seize the opportunity to hunt down a Primarch, decipher its genetic code, and thus elevate the strength of their race.

The autonomy granted by the Hive is a reminder that there is no need for further conflict. The enemy is too powerful, and for our forces to hunt down the Primarchs would be tantamount to throwing eggs against rocks.

Quietly submitting and waiting for the right moment to return to the real universe and spread the message would be more beneficial for the Zerg hive's strategic deployment.

The patriarch raised his claws and scratched his head, his consciousness torn between two instincts, unsure of what to choose.

hum~~~
Just as it was struggling with its decision, a faint hum came from the warship, indicating that humanity had succeeded and that some functions inside the wrecked ship were being restarted.

"Hiss!" The clan chief rose from the high platform, raised his head and roared, ordering his clansmen to launch an attack.

Now or never.

Ultimately, the Hive's insatiable greed overcame its reason, and it decided to awaken all its offspring and take a gamble on the slim probability of killing the Primarch.

With a roar from the clan leader, the entire ruins echoed with cries, conveying its will.

All gene stealers have been awakened and are launching an attack on humanity!

Doom heard the roar coming from the darkness and knew that after probing, the alien was about to launch a fierce attack.

"Primarch." Ra exclaimed softly, watching the data reported by the oracles scroll before her eyes. After calculating, she reported back to the Primarch:
"The oracle array is usable, but it has been in disrepair for years, and the scanning power has decreased. It takes half an hour to complete the scan."

"It's alright." Doom raised his hand and gave his offspring a reassuring smile. "It's only half an hour. I'm just afraid we won't have enough aliens to kill."

Upon hearing what the Father of Genetics said, Doom laughed, a hearty laugh devoid of any worry.

"A large number of creatures have been detected approaching." The Thinker on the oracle terminal reported in a cold and urgent voice.

Doom raised his left arm and saw a dense array of red dots converging on the bridge from all directions on a slowly forming holographic map.

I glanced at the statistics—19735, and the number is still rising, expected to reach 50,000.

He shook his head, scoffed, and shook his head dismissively: "A mere fifty thousand aliens? We can rest for a while before the scan is complete."

(End of this chapter)