Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 325 Additional Armament
“This is a creation worthy of praise.” Sintra gazed at the armor, his large eyes carefully examining the immortal armor he had crafted. “From ancient times to the present, there has never been anything that can compare to it.”

The ancient sage gently shook his enormous head, his throat gurgling, and reached out to stroke the edge of his shin guard, feeling the cold yet powerful force.

Doom walked to the armor rack, his face beaming with undisguised joy. Such powerful armor was exactly the kind of equipment every warrior dreamed of.

Although he remained silent, his every glance and gesture was filled with affection.

"Unparalleled throughout history." The emperor murmured, nodding repeatedly. The governor's armor truly deserved such praise.

He glanced at the shoulder armor, a slight smile playing on his lips. "But something's still missing."

"What's missing?" The ancient sage looked up at the emperor, a hint of displeasure on its face. It believed that perfect armor could not have any flaws.

Waldo was also puzzled. Such powerful armor was beyond common sense. What else was missing?
The Emperor smiled without saying a word, and amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he walked back to the anvil and took out the last piece of quark colloid from the furnace.

This quark colloid was forged from the scythe of death. Although it is not suitable for making armor, it has other uses.

The ancient saint quickly jumped up, ready to assist the emperor in forging, but was stopped by the latter raising his hand.

“I had the inspiration for this piece long ago, please allow me to complete it on my own.”

Sintra put down the hammer he had raised, somewhat regretfully, but did not force himself to participate, lest he spoil the inspiration of another master.

It simply stepped aside to watch the emperor's movements, eagerly anticipating his inspired masterpiece.

The Emperor split the quark colloid in two without violating its physical laws, and gestured for the Void Dragon to deliver the Burner Armguard.

"Blood." He demanded Doom bleed again to replicate the ancient saint's soul-forging technique.

Bright red blood dripped down, and Sintra, understanding the unspoken message, cast a spell to integrate it into the quark colloid.

"Such formidable armor must be equipped with some offensive capabilities."

The Emperor's words made the Ancient Sage's eyes light up, and he suddenly realized the truth. He then sighed with regret, wondering why he hadn't thought of any extra equipment.

Protecting his hands with psionic energy, the Emperor sculpted the rough shape and roared, "Water!"

A stream of crystal-clear water was splashed over, transforming into its original essence and merging into the quark colloid.

The psionic forging hammer was swung up again, the sound of it striking echoing, and with each strike, the object being hammered became a little more solid.

Wielding psionic hammers in both hands, the Emperor chanted incantations, which transformed into countless golden threads that etched technological circuits into the object being sculpted.

"really interesting."

The Void Dragon stepped forward, its magnificent voice echoing through the space, and exclaimed in unexpected praise: "Your inspiration is indeed remarkable."

As the ruler of the material realm and the embodiment of technology and knowledge, He is naturally most sensitive to technology and knows the truth about the things the emperor forged.

"But something's not right here."

With just one glance, He saw through the essence and pointed out that even in the highest wisdom of mankind, there were still some flaws: "the energy recycling rate is not high."

The emperor ignored him, the hammer pounding away as he stubbornly continued etching the lines.

Seeing this, the Void Dragon rubbed its fingers anxiously. As a tangible manifestation of science and technology, it felt an itch to see a certain technological flaw and was very unhappy that it had to be corrected.

But He didn't see the sly smile on the emperor's face as he lowered his head and swung his hammer.

As the green lightning struck, the Void Dragon could not suppress its instincts and unleashed the power of the Star God to correct the imperfections in the etched circuitry.

Without altering the laws of physics, simply reshaping their form greatly shortened the forging process, and the two weapons were completed in just one week.

As the weapon was completed, the Reaper's Scythe disappeared, and its effects were projected into the real universe.

The nightmare within intelligent beings: the image of Death, a grim reaper wielding a scythe representing death and fear, whose scythe has vanished, leaving only a hooded figure of Death.

A dark red physical short blade, and a physical shoulder cannon.

The Emperor retrieved the Burner Armguards, attached the short blade to his arm, and gestured for Doom to put them on and test the power of the extra armor.

After donning the arm armor, Doom had a thought, and the short blade's built-in telescopic structure popped out section by section, making it a sharp telescopic blade.

He shook his arm to test it out and nodded with great satisfaction, noting that his left arm's close-combat capabilities had improved considerably.

Seeing Doom's satisfied expression, the Emperor nodded and said, "The concept of Nightbringers still exists, and it is extremely destructive to souls and demonic entities."

"As for this shoulder-mounted cannon..."

"This shoulder cannon is quite something," the Void Dragon said, somewhat smugly, acknowledging its contribution. The Emperor fell silent, not being one for words, and nodded, signaling the Void Dragon to continue.

"The emperor does have some brains after all."

The Void Dragon spoke, offering one of its few expressions of approval. A beam of green light descended from above, and the shoulder cannon slowly rose from the Emperor's hand, arriving before His obsidian face. "The very existence of this weapon is a trampling of life and soul."

"It inherits the characteristics of the Nightbringers, reaping lives and souls, and has two attack modes."

"The first type is the death ray, which ignores armor defenses and directly kills the victim's soul."

"This second one is much more brutal..." The Void Dragon's words were laced with sarcasm, a sneer at life itself: "It's also the one I like."

"The cannon can harvest souls, convert them into psionic energy, and then fire them out. Then, with a 'bang,' it explodes, and the enemy is shattered and scatters in all directions."

He smiled mysteriously, "What I've described is only the principle; you'll experience the specific power when you use it."

After speaking, the Void Dragon slowly lowered the shoulder cannon, placing it behind his left shoulder, making it a seamless part of the Archon's armor.

The Emperor looked at Doom, his eyes filled with unspoken words. His calm voice hesitated for a moment before he finally uttered two words: "Use with caution."

Upon learning of the weapon's malevolence, Doom nodded gravely and took note of the Emperor's instructions.

Even though the weapon is a manifestation of death, it remains terrifying and a nightmare-like existence.

The Emperor pointed to the completed Consul's armor and asked Doom, "Shall we put it on?"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all looked on with anticipation.

The King of Warriors finally has a set of power armor worthy of him, so naturally he wants to see its extraordinary power as soon as possible.

Doom nodded, not disappointing everyone's expectations. He stood in front of the consul's armor, spread his arms, and roared, "Put on the armor!"

The Lord of Humanity and the Commander of the Imperial Guard stood on either side of him, with the Ancient Saints behind him. The three of them looked solemn as they performed the armor-donning ceremony for Doom within the cubic space.

Three extraordinary beings worked together to dress Doom in the Archon's Armor, and with each piece added, a blessing was given.

After they were dressed, a colossal giant stood before them, causing everyone to gasp in shock.

He holds a shield saw in his left hand and a Judgment Sword in his right, with a super shotgun and other weapons hanging at his waist. Behind the bat-shaped lens of his helmet are a pair of resolute and extraordinary eyes.

Doom stretched his arms, a satisfied look on his face. The exposed design of the medium-sized shoulder armor and arms did not hinder his agility at all.

The armor's segmented design, combined with its flexible inner side, allows for smooth body movements without any sluggishness or difficulty in large movements.

Apart from that, the Archon's Armor does not amplify strength; its primary function is to provide defense and adapt to the user's rapid movements.

All the designs were tailor-made for him, which made Doom very satisfied. Being able to fully express himself was the best design.

After a brief trial, he patted his left arm and placed the Archon Armor into the dimensional space, where it was not suitable to delve into its specific functions.

With a satisfied expression, he thanked the emperor and the ancient sage: "It's perfect for me."

The ancient sage arrogantly raised his head. Soul forging was a secret forging technique, naturally extraordinary and perfectly suited to the master's every need.

"It's time to go." Having perfectly achieved his goal, the Emperor put on his True One Armor again and said, "I have been away from the Empire for too long."

"It's time to go."

Doom quickly helped the Ancient One pack his tools, preparing to leave the Labyrinth of Eternal Night and return to the Empire of Man.

The Void Dragon was quite sensible; without needing any reminders, it gracefully departed, dragging its crippled body back to its throne.

The Emperor used a psychic seal to imprison Him once more.

The group walked out of the cube prison, and the door closed again. The Void Dragon slept inside, but the green light shining through the crack in the door was no longer as dazzling as when they arrived.

Doom was the first to step into the void; with his memory, remembering an invisible path was not difficult.

With the ancient sage perched on his shoulder, he took the lead and embarked on the return journey.

The Emperor and his servant Waldo followed closely behind, their steps hurried. After finishing their business, returning to the Empire became their top priority.

Compared to the near-miss on the way there, the return journey was much faster. However, Doom once again breached a fast passage on the outer perimeter of the Eternal Night Labyrinth.

(End of this chapter)