Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 323 Unable to refuse reasons

How magnificent!

The emperor's existence spans history; he knows countless words of praise and has heard others laud him before finally uttering these two words.

Without a doubt, it is a rare feat in human history and even in the history of the universe to have single-handedly confronted the Star God Void Dragon.

Doom leaped from the chest of the Void Dragon.

The Star God's body trembled violently, its vitality chaotic like broken code, and data streams wandered around the wound.

The power of destruction spread from the spot where the sword of judgment pierced his heart, eroding the god's power and consciousness, slowly killing him.

The dust has settled, and the gods have been defeated by humans.

The four people surrounded the immortal body, looking down at the god instead of looking up.

This stark contrast demonstrates that the gap between humans and gods is no longer significant; their status is now equal.

The longsword pinned the Star God to the ground, sealing his divine power and life force. The Void Dragon's body was as if it were dead, with only its limbs twitching.

Sintra circled the Judgment Sword, examining it closely. She wanted to touch it but was instinctively afraid. She scratched her head and looked extremely anxious.

He wanted to see the god-slaying weapon, but he couldn't touch it, so he paced around in frustration.

The emperor was filled with emotion, recalling the battles of the past. He was not as powerful as he was now, and he had to expend a great deal of energy to capture the Void Dragon and barely manage to defeat it.

Now, someone has single-handedly struck down the body of a god with a sword, crushing His arrogance and contempt.

Unlike the two onlookers, Waldo used the Spear of the Sun to poke the Void Dragon's body, wanting to test whether his weapon could penetrate the god's defenses.

To his disappointment, the spear tip pressed against the star god's leaden skin, only piercing the surface and failing to penetrate deep into the god's body. After the spear left, it immediately returned to its original state.

Shaking his head, the commander of the Imperial Guards accepted the result with disappointment, acknowledging that it was not the Spear of the Sun God that was ineffective, but rather his own limited abilities.

Within a few breaths, the scab on Doom's abdominal wound fell off, and his powerful regenerative abilities healed the wound, leaving behind a patch of pink skin.

He walked to the shattered head of the Void Dragon, lowered his eyes, and said expressionlessly, "I said I would give you a reason you couldn't refuse. Now, are you willing to listen?"

"Uh……"

Marga Ladros's weakness was palpable; He was no longer a lofty star god, but had become a lamb to the slaughter.

Knowing his own destiny, He used all his strength to establish a faint connection with his fingers and lightly tapped the ground.

Having found a way to communicate, Doom nodded in satisfaction, his deep voice still cold: "Choose obedience, or perish. I believe you can make a wise choice."

His tone remained unchanged, yet his words grew colder and colder, like sharp, icy thorns piercing the very core of the Void Dragon's consciousness.

He had no choice. The path to life or death is never chosen by the loser.

De, de, de...

His fingers tapped on the cage floor, striking out syllables in rhythm, clearly expressing His meaning.

The gods live forever and do not wish to perish.

His fingers tapped out a rhythm, which also represented abandoning dignity and humiliatingly accepting human commands.

"Hmph." Doom snorted coldly, satisfied with the answer, and drew his Judgment Sword.

As the sword left his body, the unparalleled oppressive force vanished. The Void Dragon God's body trembled violently, his taut torso relaxed, and he lay supine on the floor, waiting for his disordered body to recover.

The left shoulder was split open, the chest was ripped open horizontally, the long tail and left arm were missing, and this body would be permanently incomplete.

He supported his body with one arm and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, rose from the ground. He did not float in the air; for the first time, he stepped on the ground.

His alloy shoulders, capable of bearing the weight of stars, rose and fell like those of a mortal. His gaze swept over the cursed blade, an indelible fear etched into his consciousness.

It was a terrifying feeling, a consciousness being slowly swallowed by deathly silence and nothingness, hovering on the edge of extinction, a personal experience of the soul being ground into pieces.

Under the threat of death, the Void Dragon had no choice but to comply and immediately agreed to the demands.

The majestic divine body slowly rose, its obsidian face began to reconstruct, and green energy continuously flowed from its wounds, but it was indeed no longer in danger of dying.

Although the body is eternally incomplete, to the star god who possesses infinite energy, it is merely a damage to the skin and is insignificant.

"Speak," the Void Dragon said, standing on the ground, its majestic voice echoing from all directions, weary and weak: "What do you need me to do?"

The cursed blade inflicted irreversible damage on His consciousness, damage that could never be repaired.

Having assessed the situation, whether He liked it or not, there was only one path before Him. He now only wished to send the plague away, avoid its sharp edge, and, after endless ages, when the hyperdimensional space collapsed, take revenge on those who dared to harm Him!

At that time, he will be powerless to resist!

I will stand before his tomb and use unimaginable cruelty to severely humiliate his remains.

The Star God has infinite time, waiting for everything to settle down and the immortals to become withered bones, so he can indulge in revenge.

Doom nodded in acknowledgment, then stepped aside, leaving professional matters to the professionals; his work was finished.

The Ancient Saint took the Scythe of Death from the Commander of the Imperial Guard, bypassed the sealing strips wrapped around it, and his excitement was palpable: "Modify the form, return to the origin. I will use it to make a suit of armor for Doom."

The Void Dragon made a grasping motion with its right hand, and the scythe floated up, hovering before its obsidian face.

The obsidian was smooth as a mirror, shimmering with the power of physical logic and analysis, projecting a green light that transformed into a bubble that enveloped the Grim Reaper's scythe.

“Not good.” After a long analysis, Void Dragon shook his head at the expectant Ancient Saint: “Your idea is very good, but it violates the basic laws.”

When the Void Dragon spoke, Doom frowned as everyone looked up at him, hoping for an explanation.

"The warp is chaotic and disordered; imagination is existence." Under the sharp gaze, the Void Dragon hurriedly explained, "This is also why we hate the warp."

He spread his palms to the crowd and began to explain: "Use numbers to build a universe, but the real universe is different. Everything is built on the laws of physics and has its own framework."

"Whether it's scientific thought or the separation of life and death, it requires following the rules and regulations; the basic framework determines everything."

"Subspace is idealistic, while the real universe is materialistic. Idealism only cares about emotions, and extreme emotions can turn the tide. Materialism is different; one is one, two is two, and the basic logic remains unchanged."

Doom gripped the Judgment Sword tightly and asked calmly, "What does this have to do with forging armor?"

Seeing that he seemed about to charge forward again, Void stepped back, abandoning the grand narrative and pointing out the key points: "Attack and defense."

"This scythe represents the most ferocious will of the Night Walkers. Its basic framework is attack, and its concept is the most incisive."

"Forging weapons is best, but recasting them into armor violates the laws of physics, and the power exerted will be less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Are you sure you want to do this?"

After receiving the explanation, Doom turned his attention to the Ancient Ones, hoping to obtain professional certification.

"Even the Star God has to abide by the laws of physics?" Sintra exclaimed in surprise, clearly the answer was beyond its expectations.

"Hmph." The Void Dragon chuckled, "We are the gods of reality, the masters of the laws of physics, and we will not violate our own laws."

"Not those petty, despicable people in the warp, full of whimsical ideas that contradict their own existence."

After saying this, He returned the sickle to the ancient saint and stood aside without saying a word.

Although it remained silent, the Void Dragon was secretly delighted. It had known everything all along and had no intention of helping humanity.

The reason for not speaking out at first was to leave a way out, to use reasonable facts to deflect people's requests for help.

The plan went slightly awry, and the person who made the move wasn't the Emperor, but ultimately, the situation was still under control.

Sintra scratched his head in frustration, his mouth agape in annoyance. He looked at the scythe in his hand and then at Doom, his brow furrowed with guilt for returning empty-handed.

What are you all struggling with?

A deep, questioning voice rang out, filled with profound doubt.

As soon as Val spoke, he drew everyone's attention. He casually raised his hand and pointed to the limbs soaking in divine blood: "Aren't there suitable materials over there?"

"It's really not enough..."

His arm was smooth as he pointed to the towering figure of the Star God, and his words sent chills down the gods' spines: "Aren't there many here?"

“Constantine Waldo!” The Void Dragon gritted his teeth, his rage echoing through the space.

Deep down, Doom Norwick was no longer the person he hated most; Constantine Waldo surpassed him and became the person he hated most!

To forge armor with the body of a star god is a great humiliation, especially in front of the victim, and to have the victim help in forging it.

If it weren't for Doom and the Emperor being by his side, Waldo would have been torn to pieces as punishment for his blasphemy.

Amidst the Star God's raging fury, the Emperor beckoned with his finger, and golden psionic energy enveloped the Star God's arm and tail spikes, bringing them to his front.

"let us start."

The emperor removed his True One Armor, tying his inner robe around his waist, revealing his thin but muscular upper body.

(End of this chapter)