Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 331 The Defenders of the Law

A little joke dispelled the slight sadness of parting.

Saint Gilles was deeply awestruck when he saw the entire fleet through the porthole.

The silver warship emitted stellar light, illuminating the entire Bar system like a thousand lamps, its plasma engine's brilliance surpassing the radiance of billions of stars.

He suddenly realized that the help his brother offered was not just empty words of comfort, but a solemn promise based on real strength.

The Emperor Dream entered subspace, parting ways with the Nur Fleet from the Bar system.

Doum boarded the Royal Majesty, took command of the fleet flagship, and ordered the First Fleet to return to Nur.

After the fleet that seemed like a divine force departed, the vampires of the Bawei II vampire tribe helped each other to their feet and prayed devoutly to the angel, hoping for his swift return.

Three months later, the First Fleet sailed out of the portal stargate of the Gateway System, immediately causing a sensation!

Before the First Fleet returned, the Second, Third, and Fourth Fleets all returned.

Within the hazy star field, apart from the patrol fleets maintaining order, all the main fleets of the Nur Stars that were fighting abroad returned from the void.

Many well-informed individuals have already realized that Nur's large-scale military mobilization and the massive consumption of war resources by the Human Empire all foreshadow a major war.

When faced with war, the traveling merchants and wandering warriors showed no fear or evasion; their eyes gleamed with anticipation of making a fortune from it.

Every war is a process of mutual consumption of resources.

In the space where a large-scale fleet battle took place, a trillion tons of shells were launched into the void during a Terran day.

After the war, both the empire and the alien forces would leave behind various warship wrecks, many of which contained invaluable treasures.

Whether before or after a war, astute businessmen always find ways to make money.

Under the watchful eyes of countless beings, each with their own distinct meaning, they watched as the void fleet entered the stargate and headed towards the core area of ​​the Nur Star Cluster.

The First Fleet entered the stargate and set off in different directions, with warships returning to their respective home ports for necessary maintenance.

Before the Royal Majesty's workbench, a holographic data stream rolled rapidly, with various matters concerning the fleet's return flowing upwards like an inverted waterfall.

Once the Royal Majesty was connected to the quantum network, Sophia presented the plan.

Doom's dark eyes reflected a torrent of data as he read through the various rotation plans devised by Sofia.

Night Guard rotations, mortal legion holidays, automatic machine soldier rotations, and frequent changes in naval personnel.

Before Doom's return, Sofia had everything arranged perfectly, and a change plan involving hundreds of millions of people was quickly presented to him.

Returning to Nur, the main planet, through the stargate, Doom sat at his desk, quickly reviewing all the plans and arrangements.

Sofia's plan was not problematic in any major way, but some details were not taken into account in terms of actual battlefield conditions and were too data-driven.

"Let's proceed as is." After several days of revisions, Doom finished his work, stood up, and stretched lazily.

It's not that I feel tired, it's just that I feel very comfortable to get up and stretch after finishing my work.

Sophia's illusory figure took small steps, bowed, and retreated, clutching the data panel, her fingers gently touching the hem of her skirt as she slowly disappeared.

The data will be transmitted to the Nur ring belt, where it will be refined by the data core and distributed to ensure that each step proceeds in an orderly manner.

Once the warship docked at the Ring of Nur, Doum breathed a long sigh of relief, looking very relaxed and happy.

Every time I return to my hometown, a sense of ease always wells up deep within my heart.

Doom looked down at Nur with a smile and made his final arrangements before descending to the surface: "Notify all Doom Warriors and the Royal Guard to assemble at the Ring Arena in two weeks."

"In addition to the garrison soldiers, all members of the expeditionary Night Guard are present. I will issue a new war order."

After saying that, he strode out of the room, and a teleportation light shone from his feet, indicating that he had arrived at the VIP area of ​​the warship.

From afar, Doom saw Gu Sheng standing outside the guest room, rubbing his little hands impatiently, his expression a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

"You've finally arrived." Upon seeing the visitor, Sintra's bright red toad-like face lit up with joy, and she hopped over to him.

"Elder, are you a little nervous?" Doom asked with a gentle smile, squatting down in front of it and watching its tangled hands keep getting knotted.

“A little.” Sintra nodded, her eyes filled with a nostalgic trepidation, and her voice, bulging with emotion, said, “There is no concept of time in the warp. I’m always doing things, and I can’t feel the passage of time.”

"Unexpectedly, in the real universe, sixty million years have passed. I marvel at how time has flowed by as if it were yesterday, and then I am pleasantly surprised to learn that my people are still alive." Doom's mood was affected by the ancient saint's sorrow, his joy gradually faded, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the past.

In the less than 100 years since he can remember, he has experienced all kinds of joy and laughter, as well as unspeakable sorrow.

Looking back now, although there were some unsatisfactory moments, the past was also incredibly wonderful, and it is the solid footprint I left behind.

As for the ancient saints, Doom did not know how long they had lived.

Sixty million years is too long; life has gone through countless cycles, and countless races in the universe have risen and fallen.

However, these known 60 million years are merely a sorrowful past in the long lifespan of the ancient saints; perhaps the fall of their race seems like only yesterday.

To draw an analogy, it's like an ordinary person yesterday discovering the deaths of all their loved ones, feeling utterly grief-stricken and heartbroken.

But today, I suddenly learned that I still have a relative alive and that I will be able to see him soon.

Upon hearing this news, the first reaction is not joy or excitement, but rather a profound sense of emptiness and unreality amidst the ups and downs.

Sintra is in this state now, as if it were in a dream, afraid to go all the way, afraid that its expectations will turn out to be empty bubbles.

Doom took its slightly cold hand and soothed it in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I promised you that I would reunite the elders."

This commitment is the force that has sustained Sintra to where it is today.

Knowing it was being sentimental, it no longer hesitated, its eyes darting around as it grinned.

It took out a black robe from its dimensional pocket, quickly wrapped it around its body, and made it impossible to tell what kind of creature was under the robe.

A buzzing sound came from beneath the robe: "I have to give it a surprise!"

Doom shook his head and smiled helplessly, marveling at the Ancient Sage's playful nature, always managing to create surprises even at times like this.

Whether it will be a pleasant surprise for Prima is hard to say, but it will definitely be a shock.

After some preparation, the teleportation light shone again, and two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared from the deck of the Glory Queen-class warship.

Teleported to the ground, Sintra surveyed her surroundings, her eyes taking in the crystal-clear mountains.

It said indignantly, "No wonder it dared to hide in the real universe; it turns out it stole the dimensional crystal seed and planted it in this world."

“That’s not surprising.” The ancient saint exclaimed in sudden realization, “I was still wondering how you could manufacture dimensional crystals and forge dimensional weapons with your level of technology.”

"It turns out that Prima came into this world and planted the crystal seed, allowing it to shine with infinite brilliance once again."

Doom led the way without asking about crystal technology, which was too profound for humans to comprehend.

Throughout the journey, Sintra kept nagging, often cursing Prima and accusing her of stealing the tribe's treasures, while failing to take her along on the escape.

"唳~~~~~"

A long, drawn-out cry rang out, and the Crystal Eagle descended from above, landing on Doom's shoulder and cheek. Sintra immediately fell silent.

As a member of the ancient holy race, it was naturally familiar with the creatures that accompanied the dimensional crystals, and some of them were using magic to share their vision and observe the outside world.

Thinking of this, Sintra trembled slightly, excited by the absolute certainty that Prima was alive, and also with a mischievous thrill.

The Crystal Cave emerges from the infinite dimension, connecting to the dimensions of the real universe, welcoming Doom's return visit.

Sintra followed Doom through the dimensional portal and saw Prima lying sleepily on a low bed, covered with a blanket, in a warm little house.

It was instantly filled with rage. While it was living in fear in the warp, this guy was having a great time and enjoying life!
Prima licked his eyes and saw Doom and the black-robed dwarf beside him, blinking in confusion.

It's important to know that, in order to protect it, the Norwick royal family has never brought anyone else with them.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

Before they could ask any questions, they heard the black-robed dwarf let out a terrifying laugh, and a thin whip emerged from his sleeve.

In an instant, a chill ran through her, startling Prima so much that she jumped out of bed.

Its back was pressed against the wall, its eyes wide with terror, and it asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

"Don't you recognize it?" the man in black robes asked, raising his thin whip. His voice was low and terrifying: "I am the defender of the law, the merciless, the punisher—Guge!"

(End of this chapter)