Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 320 Let Him Go!
The others were stunned. They only saw a flash before their eyes, and by the time the angry shout reached their ears, the Star God avatar had already crashed into the cube wall, and golden psionic runes appeared.

Cool!
Doom's kick filled everyone with a sense of satisfaction. If it weren't for Star God's attitude, they would have already been unable to restrain themselves.

“He’s just a prisoner. We’ve come with a request. We can tolerate some conditions, but we won’t abandon all dignity to achieve our goal.”

"Don't push your luck!" Doom roared, taking the Death Scythe wrapped in cloth from his waist and pointing it at the Void Dragon.

The Emperor drew his sword, his eyes flashing with psionic energy. Waldo activated his disintegration field, ready for battle. The Ancient Saint took out his flintlock pistol, and although he was somewhat afraid, he made his stance clear.

"Heh...heh...heh..."

On the throne, the Void Dragon's body throbbed, its long tail sliding across the ground, and a disdainful laugh reached everyone's ears: "Since you're so impatient, let's speed things up and get straight to the point."

"Doom Norwick. What terms will you offer to convince me to help you forge my brother's weapon?"

“Azagorod is my kinsman, I have fought alongside Him and witnessed His mighty power.”

"You need to give me a reason, a reason that will move me and make me not afraid of offending my brothers."

At this moment, the emperor stepped forward and asked sharply, "You want to leave here?"

The Void Dragon sat on its throne, its faceless body expressionless and without any physical movement, displaying an attitude of complete indifference.

In the silence, the Emperor made a concession: "If you swear that after you leave you will not attack humans in any form or help any species, I may consider letting you go."

Doom turned his head to the side. He hadn't expected that the Emperor would make such a huge compromise for his armor.

The very existence of the Star God is the most terrifying calamity; once it escapes, the entire galaxy will tremble in its shadow.

The Void Dragon felt a tremor in its heart, its gaze sweeping over Doom. It hadn't expected the Emperor to go to such lengths for his son.

“I have said that imprisonment is just a rest, a ripple in endless time, and I have never thought of leaving here.”

He shook his head slightly, his words filled with regret: "Unfortunately, this condition is not enough to sway me."

Marga Radroth remained calm and collected, fully aware of Doom's importance in the Emperor's eyes, and naturally held his ground firmly.

"Then what do you want?"

As expected, the Emperor asked the question, handing the initiative over to the Star God.

“Since you are so sincere, then I will reluctantly speak.” The Void Dragon’s consciousness trembled, and its ethereal voice shook slightly: “I need to establish my faith in the human empire.”

Finally, the Star God revealed its ugly face, opening its greedy, blood-red maw in an attempt to poison humanity.

In recent centuries, Marga Radroth was imprisoned in the labyrinth, yet he felt a mysterious force surrounding him.

Although very faint, it was incredibly real.

God of all machines!

He peeled back the layers and discovered the source of the power: it was born from the spiritual power of faith.

After thinking and calculating, a crazy idea flashed through His mind: perhaps He could take Him a step further, transcend the physical universe, and become the only true God who coexists in reality and the subspace!

faith.

This ethereal yet real power is a devout and pure spark born from consciousness within the human soul.

Upon learning this, He even complained about the Necromancers of that time, who lacked psychic abilities and could not provide faith support.

But there was also a hint of secret joy, for only he knew now that the power of faith contained new possibilities, and that he could make bold attempts.

"impossible!"

Three voices rang out simultaneously, sternly rejecting the Star God's conditions.

Doom, the Emperor, and the ancient saint Sintra all knew very well how terrifying the power of faith could be.

Fearing that faith would materialize in the warp, the Emperor manifested himself on Mars, drawing apart "Ohm Messiah" and taking over the Mechanicus faith himself.

To prevent the spread of faith, he ordered the 17th Army Corps to demolish temples and burn scriptures.

All efforts were made to prevent the emergence of gods related to humanity.

Sintra also breathed a sigh of relief. This ancient elder was truly worried that the Emperor and Doom's agreement to this matter would give rise to an existence even more terrifying than the Abyssal God.

Doom remained silent, his chest heaving faster and faster; he had lost his patience!
"Then everyone, please leave." The Void Dragon seemed uninterested. It curled its tail and waved it in place of its hands, indicating that everyone could leave.

Bang! ! !
Heavy footsteps sounded, and Doom stepped forward, staring directly at the imprisoned throne, his eyes burning with anger: "We are willing to negotiate, but you have missed your chance."

“Boy!” Sintra exclaimed, his voice pleading, “Don’t do anything foolish! Think of Landu Gore!” Landu Gore, the only Star God confirmed to have been killed by the Necromancers of the Space, but the consequences were severe.

The dynasty that killed Him was cursed and entered a great hibernation prematurely; the curse could potentially spread to the entire race.

"Randu Gol?" The Void Dragon asked in confusion, then burst into laughter: "You want to kill me?"

The long, metallic tail pointed at Sintra, and the laughter grew even more maniacal: "You think he can kill me?"

His voice was as venomous as poison, and his furious roar stirred up a storm: "I am Mag Radros! The most powerful Star God, not that piece of trash Landu Gore!"

The divine body struggled, trying to rise from the throne, but the runes on the base transformed into golden chains, binding and pulling Him back to the throne.

"This broken body!" The god cursed and hated himself as the chains creaked, feeling utterly powerless.

"Let him go!"

A low growl rang out, subduing the storm and silencing the cube-shaped cage.

The Star God gave up struggling, his omnipresent gaze seeming to look at a fool.

How dare he challenge the gods?
Upon further investigation, the Void Dragon discovered that the so-called "Gene Primarch" did not possess spiritual power, but only a powerful physical body.

One cannot defeat a god with brute force alone.

"Ridiculous." He scoffed, settling on his throne, believing that the Emperor would not allow his son to die and would never release the seal.

Doom stood before the throne of the gods, his face expressionless as he turned back to the ancient elder, saying, "I will not kill Him, but only offer Him a condition that He cannot refuse."

Upon hearing this, Sintra nodded emphatically and reached out to touch her chest to calm her racing heart.

The Emperor remained silent, knowing he couldn't stop Doom, so he crouched down, placed his hands on the ground, and used his extraordinary psychic powers to reinforce the cage.

Seeing this, the ancient sage knew that a great battle was inevitable, so he pressed his hands to the floor and reinforced the cage once again.

"You really intend to let me go?" The Void Dragon was extremely surprised, not understanding why the Emperor had such confidence.
He noticed that Doom was holding his brother's weapon, and scoffed disdainfully, "A weapon of death can wound me, but it can never kill me."

"If the flames of Nyadrasar were in their full glory, I would give them some leeway, but now..."

"Enough with the nonsense." Doom interrupted the god, removed his arm armor, and tossed it to Waldo along with the Reaper's Scythe.

He originally intended to teach the Void Dragon a lesson, but because of this contempt, he decided to make the lesson even more profound.

"Insanity!"

Void Dragon said no more, intending to settle things with his own hands.

Once the cage was reinforced, the emperor chanted an incantation, and as he uttered golden runes, the chains binding the throne vanished, turning into golden starlight.

"Um~~~"

The Void Dragon let out a deep roar, rose from its throne, and for a moment felt unreal.

The power surging from his body brought him back to reality; it was all real!
"Heh heh heh heh~" Raising his hand, a silver-gray spear appeared in his grasp. Radros grinned maliciously, "I'll make sure you die a quick death."

With the weapon in hand, the green light within the wing rings shone even brighter, the body of the Star God began to revive, and its terrifying aura grew rapidly.

He hovered in the air, surrounded by flashes of green lightning, and swung his spear in a circle, the tip pointing directly at the arrogant man.

Doom showed no fear, extended his right hand in a grasping motion, and a warp rift appeared, through which the Judgment Sword passed through the veil.

Seeing that a great battle was about to break out, the Emperor and the others retreated to a corner, set up a psionic barrier to protect themselves, and waited for the outcome of the battle between gods and humans.

"I will offer you a condition you cannot refuse."

Having acquired the Judgment Sword, it danced in its hand, creating a crimson moon. It sensed divinity and yearned to drink the blood of the gods.

The Void Dragon hovered in the void, looking down at Doom, but its back was straight.

He sensed the approach of many powerful concepts, and a chilling feeling he had never experienced before, called fear, rose from the depths of his consciousness.

It was as if... we had encountered our natural enemy!

He lowered his head, casting his gaze down from a higher dimension, but could not make out the weapon in Doom's hand.

It was a collection of endless rage and vicious concepts, where man and sword became one, and the level of danger increased exponentially!

An alarm bell rang in Radros's mind, and a sharp, unprecedented feeling of "life or death" surged within him.

(End of this chapter)