Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 313 The Timing Was Perfect
Because Doom is immune to psychic powers, he rejects the gods, and Khorne's blessing is difficult to bestow.

And because of his vow to protect the brave and skilled warriors, and out of affection for the blood god, he was blessed by the blood god.

Harlan could not resist the blessing from the evil god, but in his heart he despised the Blood God and scorned the favor bestowed by the gods.

“I will always despise Khorne. He boasts of courage and glory, but he is just a seducer who hides behind the warp, manipulates the fate of the weak, and induces mortals to kill.”

Turning his head away, Harlan tried his best not to look at the Emperor, and made no attempt to hide his contempt for the evil god.

"Hehehe~"

On his throne, the emperor shrugged, his majestic and hearty laughter echoing throughout the palace.

He paid no attention to the impolite behavior of his sons' guards who lowered their heads and averted their gazes, and was in a very pleasant mood.

As the laughter subsided, the emperor sat upright on his throne, his face showing appreciation and joy: "That is precisely why Khorne likes you."

"He loves true warriors, those who are eternally unyielding and incomparably brave. But true warriors will not submit to Him."

"Submit?" Harlan sneered, his hoarse voice suppressing his anger: "He owes Nur a blood debt, and will repay it in blood!"

eye for eye!
If an ordinary person were to say that the gods should pay for their blood debts, it would probably be an ignorant boast without knowing the gods.

Harlan was different. He knew that the gods really existed and had even seen them with his own eyes, yet he still dared to remember the blood feud. This kind of obsession and courage is rare among ordinary people.

The emperor nodded in approval, and the warrior's immortal determination was buried deep in his chest, throbbing with his heartbeat until death!

"I know why you've come." After a brief greeting, the Emperor steered the conversation to business, "I've been waiting for you for quite some time."

Harlan wanted to look up and ask a question, but stopped himself and turned his head away, waiting for the Lord of Humanity to finish speaking.

“I already knew about Doom’s departure, but I hesitated to bring him back.”

A majestic voice came from the throne, briefly explaining the reasons: "A long time ago, I wanted to bring him back, but after careful consideration, I gave up."

"Your master is special. I cannot interfere too much with his trajectory. Just let nature take its course."

Upon hearing the Emperor's explanation, Harlan frowned and asked in confusion, "Are you saying that the time for our Lord's return has not yet come?"

“No,” the Emperor rose from his throne, his robes trailing to the ground, and looked down at the champion swordsman: “Your arrival signifies that the time has come.”

“You are his closest person, and our fates have been intertwined since the beginning. You made a choice and came to me, pulling me into your relationship.”

"If you have the will and I have the ability, things will fall into place naturally."

Harlan's head swayed slightly. He knew very little about mysticism, and he never believed in the concept of "fate."

“Everything is ready,” Macado said, a smile appearing on his wrinkled face, his aged voice lingering. “You are the opportune moment we’ve been waiting for.”

As they spoke, the emperor walked to the middle of the palace and stopped in the middle of the red carpet.

Harlan looked up, his gaze following the floor, and saw a circle of psionic runes embroidered around the Emperor's feet on the red carpet.

His eyes narrowed as he realized that the emperor had already made arrangements before his arrival, waiting for a "tailwind" to arrive.

Standing atop the talismanic ring, the emperor slowly crouched down, closed his eyes, and with a thought, a golden light flashed, slicing through his palm.

A drop of crimson blood flowed out and landed in the center of the magic circle. Instantly, the talisman embroidered with gold thread burst forth with golden light.

"Return... return..."

Blood dripped down, the red carpet gradually deepened to crimson, the emperor murmured softly, and golden spiritual energy illuminated the palace, making it resplendent.

Harlan instinctively took a few steps back, away from the edge of the magic circle, to ensure his own safety and not to disturb the spellcasting.

The emperor's eyes were closed, and he pressed his blood-stained fingers against his forehead, outlining a vertical eye with the blood.

As the spiritual energy intensified, the Blood Eye seemed to move slightly, and golden light leaked out through the gaps, reflecting onto the spiritual energy array.

Using the bloodline connection, the Emperor's consciousness ventured into the sea of ​​souls to search for Doom's whereabouts.

In the vast and boundless warp, Doom and his companions wander aimlessly, killing time by slaying demons and monsters in the desolation, searching for a way to leave the warp.

Suddenly, the ancient saint sitting cross-legged on his shoulder trembled, his gaze turned to the distance, and he cried out in terror, "Something is coming!"

The Doomsday Warriors immediately surrounded the Father of Genesis, deploying into formation to guard the surroundings, their speed in engaging in battle was astonishing.

In the real universe, the Emperor smiled and, relying on his bloodline connection, located Doom in the warp.

"We found him." Upon receiving confirmation, Harlan breathed a sigh of relief, his tense face relaxing considerably.

As the Doomsday Warriors stood ready, a sudden change occurred at the front of the formation. Psionic energy flashed with golden light, imprinting itself on the continent, dispelling the corruption of the warp, and outlining a teleportation array.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers relaxed their tense nerves slightly.

Golden psionic energy is highly identifiable, and with the dissipation of warp power, it's obvious who is using psionic energy.

"Huh?" Hinterland exclaimed in surprise, jumped off Doom's shoulder, and hopped to the edge of the magic circle to study its specific function.

“A very strange psionic property,” it said, stroking the magic circle with its webbed hand and analyzing its properties with its eyes closed. “Powerful, pure, and restraining of warp corruption, it is a transdimensional teleportation magic circle.”

Doom led his offspring closer, let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled as he said, "We can go home now."

After the initial novelty wears off, the long journey through the subspace becomes monotonous and tedious.

The ancient sage's astonishment remained undiminished. He looked up and asked the young man, "Do you know the master of psychic power?"

Doom nodded silently, uttering only two words: "I know him."

"Wow!" Sintra exclaimed, "Incredible! This person's psychic abilities far exceed our imagination!"

"The master of this psychic power is an extraordinary person."

“Even in ancient times, none of my fellow psychics who focused on spiritual energy possessed such power. To have such pure spiritual energy in today’s corrupted sea of ​​souls is truly inconceivable.”

“You need to get closer to him,” the ancient sage said with a serious expression, his big eyes full of surprise. “With his help, your chances of defeating the Four Gods will be much higher.”

Doom nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice, "I have a pretty good relationship with him."

“Indeed,” Sintra nodded in satisfaction. “He went across reality and the warp to find you, so it’s no wonder they have a good relationship.”

“It’s time to go back.” Doom sighed, looked up at the warp, and prepared to step onto the teleportation array.

Just then, a new light began to flash beside the Emperor's teleportation array.

Elegant pale blue characters fell, outlining a complex magic circle on the ground. The characters shimmered, conveying respect and invitation.

Doom withdrew his foot from the teleportation array and walked towards the light blue array, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Elder magic." Sintra showed little interest in the new magic circle, even covering its mouth and yawning. As the one who had been promoted, it was all too familiar with the one it had promoted.

The two large eyes reflected the two formations. The ancient sage's eyes darted around, and his expression turned serious as he said, "Now, two paths lie before you. What will you choose?"

Doom didn't reply, but circled the Eldar magic circle, shaking his head in confusion: "How did they find me?"

Doom was not surprised that the Emperor could find him in the vast Warp, as the two were connected by blood.

What is the reason behind Eldar, who have never had any dealings with us before, building a teleportation array for themselves at the risk of being discovered by Slaanesh?
"The Spirit Race has perished, but it has remained powerful for 60 million years. It is understandable that they have more methods."

“But you,” Sintra asked again, “the key point is you: how do you choose where you go?”

"Fate is generous; it doesn't force you to go anywhere, but presents choices for you to pick."

Doom withdrew his gaze from the Eldar magic circle, and without hesitation, turned and walked towards the teleportation array set up by the Emperor, saying in a low voice, "I am human."

He had no prior dealings with the Eldar, and there is no need for him to do so now.

The Doomsday Warriors activated their arm armor, projected dimensional bubbles, and prepared for teleportation.

Sintra hopped across the air, dragging the Genestealer's cage into the teleportation array, a look of delight on her face.

Sixty million years later, he could return to the real universe and even reunite with his own kind. He didn't even dare to dream of such a dream.

After sensing no one else, the teleportation array shone brightly with golden light and then disappeared, leaving behind swirling golden particles.

In the vast emptiness of the physical universe, a graceful Eldar ark ship, reflecting the light of stars, slowly moved forward.

Within the galaxy it passed through, there was a wild and untamed world.

In the primitive continent of the savage world, the teleportation array built with soul stones dimmed, and no one emerged from it.

The Eldar prophet withdrew his psychic power and sighed sadly, "The time was not right; he did not respond to our invitation."

(End of this chapter)