Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 330 Never happen again
it is good! ! !
Such a sense of responsibility and awareness earned the emperor's inward praise.

But ironically, this most glorious aspect of humanity, this noble virtue, appeared in a mutated body.

He could easily imagine how the mortals of the human empire would adore this radiant and beautiful image, and how high their faith would reach.

"it is good!!!"

Compared to the Emperor's conflicted state of mind, Doom cheered loudly, praising without reservation: "Not being misled by the appearance of faith, but being able to see it correctly and shoulder the expectation as a responsibility, this sense of responsibility is extraordinary."

He turned to the emperor and asked, "Or do you want your son to be a traitor who has abandoned mortals and the land that nurtured him?"

betray!

Two incredibly vicious words, far more serious than faith, struck the emperor's mind like a heavy punch, leaving him somewhat dizzy.

He flared his nostrils slightly, took a deep breath, and raised his gaze to stare at the pair of dazzling white wings.

As Doom said, Saint Gilles' external physical characteristics were beyond his control.

It was the Primarch, Ilda, who, seduced by Chaos, betrayed herself and the human Empire, opening the psionic barrier.

When the Chaos Gods abducted their sons, they must have done something to cause their bodies to mutate.

Even from mere contact, Saint Gillespie's character was impeccable, and his sincerity shone with a human brilliance far surpassing that of other Primarchs.

The emperor was torn between love and loathing for Saint Gilles; he loved the childlike heart but loathed the mutated form.

He glanced at Doom, then his gaze returned to Saint Gilles, who was blocking his way, and finally fell upon the mortals behind his son.

"Sigh..." After weighing the pros and cons, the emperor shook his head helplessly, knowing that he was powerless to change his son's mind.

A hint of joy finally appeared in Saint Gilles's resolute eyes; his father's sigh meant that the people of Bavaria could survive.

"..."

He relaxed his posture, preparing to thank the Lord of Mankind for his mercy, but saw the Emperor raise his hand and shoot a beam of psychic energy at him.

Everything happened too fast; before mortals could react, the emperor's body shone brightly, and he vanished along with Saint Gilles.

Doom looked up at the sky, and a golden light streaked across the night as the Lord of Humanity used psionic teleportation to take his son away.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the bewildered mortals, shook his head helplessly, and rode away gracefully in the light, leaving himself to deal with the aftermath.

“You need not worry, Saint Gilles will return.”

After calming the frightened mortals, Doom summoned the shuttle that came to pick him up and head to the Imperial Dream.

He was somewhat worried that the entangled father and son, bound by love and hate, might have other conflicts erupt, leading to further clashes.

As Doom stepped into the glittering palace, the Emperor sat on his throne, Saint Gilles knelt below, and imperial officials read out an agreement.

Doom stood at the doorway, listened for a moment, and then smiled.

The agreement was brief, perhaps moved by Saint Gilles's kindness in protecting the people, or perhaps by the emperor's conflicted love.

The Lord of Humanity granted autonomy to the Bar Star System.

From then on, the Baal system was under the jurisdiction of the angels, and imperial ships were not allowed to enter the Baal system without the angels' permission.

The Baal people can believe in angels; there is no need to force the imperial truth upon them.

It's not hard to tell from this that the Emperor also wanted to see just how far the angels could go and whether they could prove everything he said with their actions.

As a price for this high degree of autonomy, Saint Gilles needed to restrain the people, ensuring that the original angel worship remained in Baal and could not enter the empire.

Doom could tell that the Emperor had put some thought into this brief agreement.

Sovereignty, though seemingly unrestrained, is in fact a constraint, constantly reminding the angels not to forget the promises they made to the people before the emperor.

Once Saint Gillis relaxes its guard, the Imperial punitive fleet will arrive.

To restrain the faith, imperial warships were not allowed to come, and without much contact, the faith naturally did not spread.

An autonomous agreement is in reality a cage imprisoning faith, a sharp knife pressed against Saint Gilles's back, keeping him constantly vigilant.

At the end of the agreement, the diplomat wearing a top hat looked up and sang in a sharp voice: "This agreement is signed by the Lord of Mankind—the Emperor, and his son Saint Gilles. May the binding force of this autonomous agreement endure forever."

He turned around, holding the scroll of the agreement, bowed slightly to Doom, and continued chanting: "By the Lord of the Stars—Doom Norwick, may the axioms of the agreement never be biased."

Doom frowned slightly, not expecting this matter to concern him. After the Emperor and Saint Gilles signed the papers, the diplomat, holding a parchment scroll, respectfully approached him, held it high, and offered him a quill pen.

Without much hesitation, he picked up a pen and wrote down his name, which was considered as his acceptance of the agreement.

The diplomat carefully rolled up the parchment scroll, scented it with a hand warmer, placed it in a sleeve, and respectfully returned it to the emperor.

"And that concludes the matter here."

The emperor nodded in satisfaction, placed the scroll in the leather case beside the throne, and then said to the kneeling angel, "Rise, Saint Gilles."

"I need you to come back to Terra with me, take over the Ninth Legion, and use your talents in the Great Crusade."

Saint Gilles rose from the obsidian floor, nodded in obedience to his father’s abundance, without any disobedience, and without even offering to say goodbye to his people.

It's clear that the Emperor doesn't want to stay in the Baal system for even a moment longer.

“Brother.” Doom stepped forward, took the angel’s arm, and gazed at his exceptionally beautiful brother.

His blond hair was as smooth as silk, cascading down his back, with his sideburns hanging in front of his chest. His eyes were as clear as sapphires, set in deep sockets, casting a reassuring light.

With a straight, prominent nose, thin, rosy lips, and a face sculpted by a master sculptor, coupled with gentle eyes and a resolute demeanor, no one could help but admire his beauty.

Compared to Fugen's aggressive and flamboyant beauty, the beauty of angels transcends gender, possessing only a pure and breathtaking beauty.

Doom sighed, thinking that if Saint Gilles hadn't had wings, he would have been the perfect son in the Emperor's eyes.

He will be deeply loved by the Lord of Mankind, both in character and appearance.

“Brother.” Sanguires responded warmly, opening his arms to give Doom an unexpected hug.

He knew that his brother, who was tall and had an exceptionally handsome face, had spoken up for him during their meeting with their father.

Doom embraced Saint Gilles and said in a very low voice, "The Ninth Legion will surprise you; their spirits are broken. I can't over-shape the other legions; it's all up to you now."

"Just as you said on the surface of the earth, teach them to face themselves and break free from their past pain and torment."

"Thank you for informing me." Saint Gilles' eyes narrowed slightly; his brother had specifically told him, so he naturally took it to heart.

Doom patted his brother on the back and said, “They have suffered a lot of injustice. If you need to clear their names, you can contact me. I will do my best to help.”

Saint Gilles didn't speak, but nodded and opened his arms, his eyes filled with gratitude.

He doesn't know how his legion is doing, but from his brothers, he senses that the legion has serious problems and is not popular with other legions.

"We part ways here."

"Today's parting is for tomorrow's reunion." Saint Gilles showed no reluctance, only a hearty laugh.

After bidding farewell to his brothers, Doom turned to the Emperor and said, "I am going back to the Misty Starfield to reorganize the legion and strengthen its combat power."

"They're coming back!"

The Emperor knew perfectly well who “them” were, and he nodded with equal seriousness: “The War Council has already begun preparations for war.”

Saint Gilles listened without asking any questions, but he made a mental note of the information.

The enemy that makes the Emperor look serious is the greatest enemy of the entire human empire. He cannot get involved now; preparing the legions is the top priority.

Only if I can fight in the war one day can I truly help my father and brothers.

“If you need help, you can come to Nur Stars.” Doom waved goodbye to Saint Gilles and made his promise again.

“If needed, I will come to you.” Saint Gilles accepted the offer with solemnity and a dignified expression on her beautiful face.

Doom smiled and turned to leave, welcoming his brother back; it was time for him to return to the Nur Stars.

Just as Saint Gilles watched his brother leave the bridge, a strange light appeared in the void outside the porthole of the Imperial Dream!
His extraordinary psychic abilities allowed him to naturally sense the dense spatial fluctuations in the universe.

The starry void was distorted as an extremely large fleet left the warp and returned to the real universe.

Various warships of different sizes are arriving continuously, and depending on the subspace fluctuations, the fleet may consist of thousands of warships.

"I'm sorry I came to Baal without your permission." Doom turned back as he left, a smile apologetic on his face.

Saint Gilles put on a stern face and replied, feigning anger, "This is the last time!"

(End of this chapter)