Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 309 A Visitor
An ancient sage once said: All things have a spirit.

Spirit. With the development of human technology, a more specific term has emerged: consciousness or soul.

In the unpredictable and turbulent galaxy, besides the creatures we know by common sense, some inanimate objects can also, for various reasons, sparks of consciousness and develop self-awareness.

It is not surprising that the Reaper's Scythe, this extraordinary artifact beyond comprehension, possesses its own will.

If it were an inanimate object, Doom would have no good way to take it away; but once it gained consciousness, it was a completely different story.

For any living being with self-awareness, the first thought that arises in its soul is to survive.

Doom tilted his head back and stepped out, stepping from the platform into the void. Below, steel plates were suspended, forming a staircase to help him approach the Reaper's Scythe.

Step by step, undeterred by the chilling aura emanating from the scythe, he walked to the Star God weapon, pointed to the end of the scythe handle, and said authoritatively, "You now have only two choices."

Without any room for negotiation, Doom held up one finger. "One, come with me and leave this place."

After stating the first option, he rotated his right wrist, twirling the Judgment Sword in a flourish, his majestic voice carrying a hint of cold killing intent, "Second, completely erase it from the existence of the universe and the memory of time."

Doom pressed the blade of the Judgment Sword against the hilt of the Reaper's Scythe, and when the two touched, cold sparks flew.

Beyond the realm of cognition, multiple concepts are battling and eroding each other.

Slaughter, erasure, plunder, destruction—everything symbolized by the sword of judgment is tangled with the concept of death, and its final result is reflected in the real universe.

Wherever the Judgment Sword touched, the cold leaden color turned crimson, and the Grim Reaper's scythe, which was neither gold, silver, nor steel, melted into magma, dripping into specks of starlight and disappearing into the void.

Its concept was rapidly eroded, the kilometer-long scythe gradually shrank, struggling within the constraints of the psionic chains, trying to escape.

"My patience is short. You only have one chance." Doom said arrogantly, his Judgment Sword continuing to slice through death.

Sizzle... sizzle...

The sound of dripping lava was like the lament of a Star God weapon, its physical existence gradually disappearing into the universe.

In the nightmares of countless lives, the image of Death, hooded and scythe, appears, though the scythe in His hand seems somewhat illusory.

What weapon does Death wield? Is it a scythe or something else?

Sintra stood on the platform, watching the molten iron drip like tears, and felt only a great waste of the supreme creation.

The Reaper's Scythe is not "melting" at this moment; its concept is disappearing. One of the strongest weapons in the martial universe is wailing and waiting for death.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Doom sheathed his Judgment Sword and held it at his waist. He raised his hand to touch the Star God weapon and gave a final warning: "You only have one chance. Perish or submit. The choice is yours."

After saying that, his eyes narrowed, and his unprotected right hand pressed against the power of death, grabbing the icy coldness that penetrated his body.

An extremely cold and chilling force, targeting the soul, rushed into Doom's body along his right hand.

Deep within his consciousness, Doom felt a suction force emanating from the Reaper's Scythe, pulling at his soul.

The suction was terrifying, but to him it was nothing more than a gentle breeze and a slight chill, unable to shake his soul, which burned as hot as a star.

"Hmph!" With a low snort, Doom's hand ignited with flames, and he transformed his palm into a claw.

His cold rage burned eternally, manifesting as crimson flames, his palm pressing into the Grim Reaper's scythe as if it were melting wax.

Hua La La~ Hua La La~
The chains contracted, and the Star God Weapon rapidly shrank in size, landing in Doom's hands, its size and length perfectly suited to his physique.

"You know the truth."

With the scythe in hand, Doom let out a low shout and, with a slight exertion of his right hand, snapped the chains that bound him.

“It’s not very useful,” he said, shaking his head dismissively after waving the scythe a few times. He then asked in bewilderment, “Why would Nightbringers use scythes as weapons?”

For ordinary people, a sickle is indeed difficult to use; its blade is singular and points inward, severely limiting the means of attack.

Aside from its terrifying appearance, there is no other reason for a soldier to use a scythe as a weapon.

All that Doom did was witnessed by the ancient saints below the stage, who were horrified.

This demigod in human form was truly incredibly powerful, subduing the Star God's weapon and casually severing the chains that had bound him.

No wonder he dared to challenge the gods. With such strength, only the gods could be his opponent in the real universe and the warp.

"Elder, let's leave here first."

While the ancient saint was still in a daze, Doom had already stepped off the platform, his voice softening, revealing his deep respect.

He gently raised his scythe, gesturing for the elder to look at the ground. Without its gravitational core, the entire ruin trembled violently; disintegration had already begun.

"Run!" Sintra snapped out of her shock, rushed back into the room, used ancient holy magic to collect the furniture, and then vanished.

"Let's go." The ancient saint's face was flushed red, his excitement undisguised; finally, they could leave this place...

Sintra took a handful of dust from her waist pocket, blew it away with a puff, and it fell to the ground, forming a magic circle that emitted bursts of light.

"Hurry!" The shaking grew stronger, and it urged everyone urgently, "Enter the teleportation array and get out of here quickly."

"Please wait a moment." Doom stepped into the teleportation array, instructing the Ancient Saint not to activate the teleportation for the time being, and raised his left arm to Sophia, saying, "Generate a dimensional bubble."

Because of their immunity to psionic energy, they cannot be teleported by psionic teleportation arrays and require special methods.

Only by using dimensional bubbles to envelop oneself in other dimensions can one be properly teleported by psionic energy.

Simply put, Doom placed himself inside the arm armor, and when the teleportation array transferred the equipment, it took him along with him from the inner space.

One after another, the Doomsday Warriors entered the magic circle, all enveloped in dimensional bubbles, and amidst the cataclysmic collapse, they turned into white light and disappeared into the steel void.

Deep within the subspace, creatures of different forms roam the distorted land, scavenging souls in the wasteland.

In contrast to the chaotic realms of the Four Gods and the Demigods, the boundless subspace is dominated by desolation and disorder.

A beam of light caught the attention of the demons, whose faces were contorted with savagery and whose twisted expressions were filled with greed.

The desolate lands of the warp are frequently visited by outsiders who are then torn apart and devoured by hordes of demons.

As the teleportation light faded, a group of black-armored warriors and tall figures emerged. Before the demons could even cheer, their bodies vanished without a trace.

In the realm of the mind, willpower is the weapon.

The Doomsday Warrior's gaze swept across, and the Immortal Will, following his gaze, could make even the most resolute demon vanish into thin air.

Upon seeing the bright red mark of destruction, the demon's eyes cleared, and it fled in terror, scrambling to escape the danger.

Sintra sat cross-legged, hovering on Doom's shoulder, and couldn't help but laugh as she watched the demon run away so fast.

"I never imagined that even demons would one day flee in disarray."

As he spoke, the ancient sage stretched comfortably, rested his head on his hands, leaned back in the void, and admired the bizarre sights of the subspace.

“One day, they will have nowhere to escape.” Doom’s tone was sharp. The dimensional bubble descended, and he stepped onto the distorted continent. The corruption retreated as if it had met its nemesis, revealing the broken floor.

He glanced at his feet and guessed that this must be the remains of some world that had been swallowed up by a warp storm.

“I look forward to that day.” Sintra gazed into the distance, her voice filled with nostalgia and wistfulness: “In most of my memory, the Sea of ​​Souls was a tranquil blue, where countless souls slept peacefully.”

Doom didn't reply, but randomly chose a direction and started the next leg of his journey.

The group set off again, this time with a bit more fun. Sintra chattered on and on, recounting the glorious past of the ancient saints and boasting about his forging skills.

In the real universe, time rushes forward, writing one epic and legend after another.

In the Ghana system, the Nur Fleet and the Iron Hand Legion joined forces and spent five years completely destroying Star Bay.

Hundreds of worlds were shattered, and once prosperous lands were reduced to broken stars by the extermination order.

Such cruel methods spread throughout the empire through various channels, and the high command had many complaints about the extermination operation, hoping for a reasonable explanation.

To the surprise of the Imperial War Council, Nur and the Steel Hand offered no explanation and claimed responsibility for the extermination operation.

The Nur Fleet and the Steel Hand remained silent, and the War Council, having made a fool of itself, let the matter drop.

The extermination operation ended, and the two fleets parted ways.

The Steel Hand split its forces into multiple routes, launching a multi-pronged attack to return to the Great Crusade and conquer the Void with extreme efficiency.

The Nur fleet cruised through the void, continuing to carry out King Norwick's orders to search for the trail of the great enemy, Randan.

At the heart of the human empire, the gates of the solar system's underworld, a colossal ship emerged from the warp and headed toward Terra.

The warship is twenty kilometers long, with no gun barrels on its outer armor. Its deck reflects a golden light under the sun, and it is decorated with gladiolus emblems on both sides.

The flagship of Nur's Third Fleet, the Champion's Blade, arrived in Terra carrying its master.

(End of this chapter)