Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 322 Magnificent!

Constantine Waldo stood at the outer edge of the corner, his eyes filled only with the raging light, making it difficult to look directly at the battle. He stood tall and straight, using his imposing figure as a shield to firmly protect the Lord of Humanity behind him.

He counted down in his mind, using primitive methods to keep track of time. The timing instruments inside his armor had long lost their accuracy due to the chaotic spacetime interference caused by the battle.

After seventy-two Terras of battle, both sides seemed to have inexhaustible energy, their attacks growing stronger with each strike, unleashing their fury and divine power.

Excessive use of psionic energy to reinforce the cage left the ancient saint looking exhausted. He pulled out a blanket from somewhere, covered himself with it, and fell asleep.

The Lord of Humanity sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, continuously releasing spiritual energy to control the battlefield.

If it weren't for his psychic protection, the battle would have already pierced through the hyperdimensional space, destroyed the Eternal Night Labyrinth, and even affected the entire Mars.

The Emperor was also not feeling well at the moment; his dark brown face was slightly pale, and the excessive use of psionic energy had already affected the outside world.

The most noticeable change was observed by navigators on ships navigating in the warp: the brilliance of the Terra Torch had been steadily diminishing and dimming over the past forty-eight hours.

Maintaining starlight navigation and controlling the battlefield is also a considerable burden for the Emperor.

Doom's every attack was enough to tear apart the psionic seal, forcing the Emperor to constantly expend energy to reconstruct it.

This cycle repeats itself, naturally consuming even more energy.

"what!!!!"

A piercing scream rang out, waking the Emperor and Waldo, and also startling the sleeping Ancient Saint.

They turned their gaze to the battlefield, craning their necks to see the brief pause in the fighting.

Two comet-like figures broke free from their extreme speed and came to a stop at the center of the cube.

The Void Dragon howled in agony, its divine body tumbling out of control as it plummeted toward the abyss.

Green energy liquid splattered like blood, and the gruesome wounds from the right armpit to the left chest were shocking.

He fell with a wailing cry, feeling real pain, a sensation he had never experienced before.

In the war for heaven, the undead betrayed the gods and shattered them with god-slaying weapons.

At that time, although His authority was shattered, He did not feel pain, only a sense of detachment and a trace of emptiness.

Now, the Void Dragon truly felt the pain, which spread along its Star God Alloy body like thousands of needles, piercing the god's cold consciousness.

He screamed and howled, his proud posture shattered, and he fell helplessly to the ground.

When the ruler of the material realm is injured, problems also arise in the realm He represents.

From the crimson Mars to the vast void, the thinking of all mechanical cultists who believe in the god of machines becomes sluggish.

Their constant stream of inspiration came to an abrupt halt, as if they had lost their source, their minds filled with gibberish, and their mechanical brain circuits malfunctioned.

In the deeper universe, within the long-dormant underground necromantic dynasty, the Void Dragon fragments imprisoned in the Hyperdimensional Cube are suddenly awakened.

Lacking complete consciousness, they only felt pain, frantically releasing their energy, wanting to leave their cage and merge with the other fragments.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain.

Having lost its complete authority, the Star God Fragment, despite possessing boundless energy, has always struggled to break free from its constraints.

The fragments unleashed their power, shattering the hypercube's mechanical structure, only to repair themselves in the next instant.

The Hypercube absorbs the energy of the Star God, but instead uses it to repair its outer wall, creating a vicious cycle that makes it difficult for the prisoners to escape.

The damage suffered by the Void Dragon affected the entire universe, causing a momentary imbalance in the laws of physics and leading to errors in countless scientific research findings.

In his pain, he discovered something terrible: his body could not be restored!

It should be noted that the physical carrier of the Star God originated from the "living metal" of the space undead.

This metal, which far exceeds common sense, can quickly restore its original shape after being solidified from a liquid state, even if its form is damaged.

The living metal used to construct the Star God's body was obtained by the Necromancers through refining living metal using Star God technology—the Star God Alloy.

In terms of repair speed, energy utilization, and toughness, it has been elevated to an incredible level, reaching the limits of the physical universe.

Let alone ordinary swords and blades, even warships and giant cannons would find it difficult to leave a trace. If a star god's body is accidentally grazed, it can be reconstructed within milliseconds.

Now, however, a problem has arisen: not only can the wound not be repaired, but even more terrible things are following.

Star God Void Dragon Mag Radross discovered that some of his authority, or what mortals understand as "divinity," was disappearing as the sword approached!
Bang! Before He could think further, with the clanging sound of his boots hitting the ground, Doom, wielding that vicious sword, charged forward again with a ferocious look.

Ignoring everything else, the Void Dragon was horrified. Without any dignity, it kicked the ground to retreat and haphazardly raised its spear to meet the attack.

Doom looked down at him with no pity in his eyes, placing his hands on the hilt of the Judgment Sword. The god-slaying weapon became a two-handed greatsword at his command.

The crimson blade left a trail of light and shadow, drawing a crimson moon in the void before striking the Star God Spear once more.

The Void Dragon raised its hands to block the falling cursed weapon, but then realized that its arms were trembling and it was suddenly shocked to find that it was somewhat powerless.

With each loss of authority, He diminishes.

With this shift in balance, the fragile equilibrium was instantly shattered, and the scales of victory tipped in favor of the other side.

Click~
The spear groaned in exhaustion, its strained sound abrupt. The weapon that had accompanied Him in battle wailed in pain, cracking in the clash.

In shock, the Star God's weapon shattered, and the Judgment Sword was no longer able to stop it, slashing straight down at the god!

"Do not!!!"

It was another soul-rending agony. At the last moment, the Void Dragon dodged the head-on attack, but its left shoulder was ripped apart.

The greatsword cleaved down from the left shoulder, tearing through the Star God's body and reaching deep into His heart.

The Void Dragon let out a mournful howl, its long tail whipping up in a desperate counterattack, striking Doom in the abdomen and sending him flying.

Doom remained silent, flipping his body in mid-air to adjust his posture. When he landed, sparks flew from his boots, and he slammed one hand into the floor, digging a trench before stopping his backward momentum.

His abdomen was slashed open, revealing his internal organs, and blood flowed continuously. He stood up, his Judgment Sword pointing directly at the Star God, and charged forward again, completely disregarding his injuries.

"do not come!!!"

The Void Dragon cried out in alarm, as a ghastly green energy liquid flowed from its wounds. It propped itself up with one hand and continued to drag itself backward.

Doom did not stop, his dark eyes filled with unwavering determination; he would not give up until he achieved his goal!
The metallic tail attacked again. He leaped high into the air, severed the Star God's tail with a single sword strike, and caught the sharp, blade-like tail spike.

With his right hand gripping the Judgment Sword and his left hand holding the Star God's Tail Spike, the Void Dragon was terrified. Dragging its body backward, it raised its hand and said, "Wait a minute..."

late!

Doom descended like lightning, shattering the obsidian face with a tail stab and piercing the Void Dragon's brain. The Judgment Sword then severed its arm, its blade twisting and sinking into its chest, pinning it firmly to the ground.

His body was struck with tremendous force, and his divine form arched violently, trembling like a dying star.

He slowly rose, stepping onto the broad chest of the god, expressionless, looking down at the shattered face of the Void Dragon.

Below the obsidian is a void, dotted with twinkling starlight, like a magnificent and profound universe.

As the battle came to an end, the Emperor breathed a sigh of relief and had Waldo help him up. The group looked at the broad back as he walked from the corner towards Doom.

Killing God!

This magnificent feat, which has been passed down through countless civilizations and exists only in imagination, symbolizing the indomitable spirit of life, has actually happened before our eyes.

How can anyone believe it if they haven't seen it with their own eyes?
Although the Star God is not dead, He has completely lost His ability to resist, and the high and mighty god has become a lamb to the slaughter.

A legendary tale, like a dream, has begun!
Doom took a few deep breaths to calm his anger and let his boiling blood settle.

Just now, he almost wanted to completely end the Void Dragon and finally bring about the end of the god here.

As for the curse of God's death, let it come; I will bear it all myself!
"An incredible feat!"

With a powerful leap, the Ancient Saint landed beside the Void Dragon's reclining body, carefully poked its divine form with his hand, and turned to Doom, exclaiming, "Such a formidable warrior, truly deserving of the title of Godslayer!"

Waldo supported the emperor, rubbing the ground with his gleaming gold boots, trying to see how the blood of the gods differed from that of ordinary people.

As they approached, the emperor refused the servants' help, for he had almost fully recovered, and the golden light of his spiritual energy shone brightly once more.

On the ground lay the dying Void Dragon, his feet treading on the green blood of the gods, his gaze toward Doom filled with satisfaction and pride.

The Lord of Mankind had a thousand words to say, and wanted to use the most effusive praise accumulated over tens of thousands of years to commemorate the feat of slaying a god.

The Emperor uttered two ancient Terran syllables in a deep voice, the highest salute from human warriors to their great achievement: "How magnificent!"

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