Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 305 Death Scythe
The group hurried along, following the guidance of the holographic map, heading towards their unknown destination.

Doom stood at the front of the group, his left arm raised as he looked at the holographic map while searching for the source of the arm armor's aversion.

There were no further obstacles along the way, and the gene-stealers dared not attack again, because their chieftain had been captured...

Obelisk personally oversaw it, cutting materials from the warship's steel plates, piercing through the alien's body, locking its point of attack, and then welding the cage together with a hot melt gun.

To facilitate transportation, a simple cart was specially built and pulled forward by chains.

At the rear of the column, John Wick was responsible for covering the rear, examining the explosive pistol from all angles, his face full of doubt beneath his helmet.

He clearly sensed a consciousness inside the gun, but he was unable to pinpoint its location.

Left with no other option, John gripped the explosive gun, turned around, aimed at the dark pipe behind him, and pulled the trigger to test if the activation device was working properly.

Bang! ! ! !

The signature sound of the bomb gun rang out, and the entire squad paused for a moment. Within milliseconds, all the soldiers lit up their weapons and entered combat mode.

Doom walked at the very front of the procession, so the progenitors could not see the Primarch's face.

A smile appeared on his lips, but he quickly suppressed it, forcing himself not to laugh out loud.

He had noticed something was off about that weapon a long time ago, and John fiddled with it for a long time, but in the end, he still caused an accident.

Apart from Doom, the squad had their weapons and shoulder cannons aimed at potential enemy positions, standing ready and waiting for the enemy to appear.

Two seconds later, there was complete silence. They didn't sense any enemies and their eyes were full of suspicion as they all turned to look at John Wick at the back of the line.

"Hold!"

John cursed angrily, pointing at the explosive pistol in his hand under the suspicious gazes of his brothers, "This gun... this gun has something dirty in it!"

"I've checked multiple times, and there are no bullets in the magazine or chamber."

John tried to defend himself under the questioning gazes of his brothers, but he himself felt that his defense was somewhat powerless.

There were no bullets, and a shot was fired.

Such extraordinary feats can only be accomplished by psionic powers, and the Doomsday Warriors have the power to suppress psionic energy.

With the father of genetics present, no evil spirit would dare to make any underhanded moves or rush to their death.

Sure enough, John was devastated to find that his brothers, despite wearing helmets, gave off a sense of déjà vu, as if to say, "This is your ridiculous excuse."

Seeing that they didn't believe him, John got anxious and quickly pulled open the magazine of the explosive gun, removed the magazine, and showed that there were no bullets.

Seeing his serious expression, the team put away their weapons, ready to watch their brother put on a show and add some fun to their journey.

Doom nodded, signaling his offspring to demonstrate their skill of firing without bullets.

Without hesitation, John, with the Primarch's approval and his brother's anticipation, aimed at the empty space and pulled the trigger again.

Click~
The sound of the striking pin was clear and echoed in the quiet corridor, and John's face immediately turned green.

He looked up and saw his brothers standing silently, seemingly believing that his shooting was a prank to lighten the mood during the long journey.

"You bastard!" John cursed, his hand tightening as the explosive gun creaked under the immense pressure.

He removed his helmet, revealing a handsome and refined face, which was now contorted with rage: "I'll give you one more chance. If you dare to play any tricks, I will definitely find you and skin you alive!"

John's stern threat, delivered through gritted teeth, commanded the respect of the Doomsday Warrior, but his insistence on a gun was indeed a bit much.

Someone was about to go up and persuade him, but he raised his hand to stop them.

"Remember, you only get one chance!" John glared angrily, raised his gun again, aimed it at the passageway, and pulled the trigger viciously.

bang~
This time, a shot rang out.

The bomb gun spewed flames and fired a fusion warhead, which exploded violently at the end of the passage.

John's expression softened slightly, and he raised the explosive gun with a smug look on his face, saying, "You all saw that, right? There's something dirty in this gun, and it's a scumbag."

The Doom Slayers exchanged bewildered glances; what had just happened did indeed have a touch of fantasy.

After confirming that the explosive gun was out of ammunition, and after some verbal threats, it fired a fusion bullet.

Everyone believed that John couldn't possibly load a bullet into the gun so quickly and in full view of everyone; he couldn't do that under such circumstances. Besides, the Doom Soldier never carried explosives.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, the brother's angry expression didn't seem fake; he was genuinely provoked.

Seeing that his brothers believed him, John smiled broadly, triumphantly flipping the bomb gun as if he had acquired a new toy. "You're smart to know what's good for you." He patted the bomb gun, his tone much gentler, but still full of threat: "I'll let you off the hook for now, but after we get out of here, I'll slowly deal with you."

Seeing that the minor incident had ended, Doom said in a low voice, "Keep pushing forward, we're very close to our goal."

He saw through the surface; a mischievous consciousness lurked within the bomb gun, trembling under John's threats.

It's truly amazing that future technology can imbue weapons with a soul.

How exactly to use it is up to John to figure out; since his offspring don't ask him, Doom doesn't want to explain too much.

Some things you have to learn for yourself to satisfy your curiosity.

John slung the bomb gun at his waist, followed the group, and continued his duty of covering the rear.

In the ranks, the powerless clan chief was filled with doubt: "Why do these people know nothing about 'machine souls'?"

For them, this kind of high-end combat capability, the machine spirit should not be anything unfamiliar.

The Machine Soul possesses a unique fantastical quality; it is a special consciousness arising from the worship of weapons by human mechanical cults.

Why don't they know?

The gene-stealing patriarch was filled with a thousand questions, wondering what faction the humans around him belonged to.
The team made steady progress, and after months of travel, they finally emerged from the winding maze of ruins and arrived at the heart of the ruins.

"Be on high alert." With the abomination in his arm armor reaching its peak, Doom gave the order via telepathic link, instructing his offspring to be ready for battle at any moment.

An existence that is hated by the Star God must be extremely dangerous and cannot be taken lightly.

He waved for someone to come forward and cut the damaged ship's lock, while he himself gripped the Judgment Sword to protect the team.

Pulling down the hilt of his sword, he lit the blade and began to move, cutting a gap large enough for the Primarch to pass through.

After doing everything, he carefully stepped aside, gripped his weapon, and prepared to fight!

Doom stood at the front of the group, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, enough to protect his offspring. Then, gathering his strength, he kicked the steel gate away.

Bang!
The gate was kicked open, and a burst of intense light poured down, causing Doom to squint slightly.

In the pitch-black ruins, the sudden appearance of light is an unusual sign, not a good omen.

He led the way out of the ruins, but the scene before him was beyond his imagination.

This is a circular void enclosed by steel, with a small artificial star suspended high above providing light, while our team stands on the edge of the circular platform.

In the center of the steel cavity was a giant scythe, bound by holy chains that emitted a soft light, imprisoning it in mid-air.

The massive scythe is simple and unadorned, without any fancy decorations. Its overall appearance is a cold, leaden color, conveying a sense of chilling cruelty.

Doom raised his left arm, aligning the arm guard with the scythe, a surge of intense hatred and disgust pulsating within it.

As the arm armor was raised, the massive scythe also reacted, trembling slightly within the chains, as if responding to the Star God fragment.

"Phew~" Doom breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming, he knew the true identity of the scythe.

It truly deserves the name "Grim Reaper's Scythe".

Prima the Forger of Life recounted the ancient war that swept across the galaxy and had a profound impact on the warp—the War of Heaven.

The root cause of the war in Heaven lies with the master of the Grim Reaper's scythe—Azagorod the Nightbringer.

He is the embodiment of primal fear, imprinting the image of "Death," cloaked in black and wielding a scythe, into the consciousness of all intelligent beings.

Azagorod is the most powerful star god. He resides in the sun of the mother planet of the Fearless, absorbing the star's energy and causing its light to be tainted with radiation and curses. He is the culprit behind the Fearless's short lifespan.

Because of their extremely short lifespans, those who fear death prayed to the ancient sages for methods to prolong their lives, but were refused by the sages, and thus harbored resentment.

Prima revealed that the Ancients knew the reason for the short lifespan of the Fearful Ones and had no way to extend the lifespan of their race.

Refusal is a sign of helplessness, not a sign of inaction.

The Star Gods are the gods of physical laws. They are born great, and the curse imprinted on their genes by the gods is something the ancient sages could not solve.

The final result was a war in heaven.

At the height of the war, the Nightbringers' scythes were struck down by the Eldar gods and left behind in the Warp.

After the war ended, He prepared to reclaim His weapons, but the Necromancer betrayed the Star God once again.

(End of this chapter)