Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 336 Horanion Assault Regiment
Most of the veterans agreed to participate in the trial, and Doom secretly breathed a sigh of relief, also expressing his understanding for those veterans who still had concerns in their hearts.

He couldn't force the decorated soldiers to sit on the operating table with a single order.

Everything was done voluntarily, responding to the call of racial war, with great and noble sentiments, and with reborn bodies, they entered the battlefield.

Doom has achieved his small-stage goal.

The legendary warriors are highly respected, which not only allows them to shine on the battlefield again, but also further promotes the integration of the legion and Nur.

The veterans gradually left to attend to family matters and prepare for receiving the genetic seed.

Doom also turned and left, heading to various important departments to check on the progress made during the years he had been away.

Sofia's data report explains it, but he needs to go and see it for himself.

Fleet leaders such as Li Tang, Harlan, and Sena had already returned, but Doom did not summon them, as they were all extremely busy.

The moment the Royal Majesty connected to the quantum network, Sofia obtained the military reform plan and immediately distributed it to the relevant units.

Two weeks later, an internal selection process for Doom Warriors began, in which the Night Watchers also participated.

With the Legion's first assessment approaching, the Destroyer Warriors dared not relax and were determined to win the competition.

Leaving aside the extraordinary warriors for now, the reform and assessment of the mortal legion are already in full swing.

Doom's tall figure descended amidst the teleportation light, arriving alone at the Military Academy Arena.

He raised his hand to stop the mortals from bowing and turned his gaze to the arena.

Inside the military arena, there was no clanging of swords clashing, nor the low roars of soldiers.

Thousands of virtual world pods were neatly arranged, with mortal commanders lying inside, their consciousness and thoughts sinking into a virtual world.

In that world, there are matched rivals, and both sides must defeat each other under various battlefield conditions and with limited resources.

In addition to player-versus-player battles, there are also massive battlefield environment simulations and battles against a wide variety of alien creatures.

The enemies encountered by other fleets besides the First Fleet, such as Randan, Orcs, and Silkworms, are also included.

Each time the fleet returned, the war records and experiences it brought back were all archived by Sofia and compiled into new war textbooks.

Ordinary commanders, under simulated different battle conditions, use all their knowledge and means to rack their brains to defeat their opponents.

Naval and army generals are commanders who shoulder heavy responsibilities, and the best of the best must be selected, with the capable promoted and the mediocre demoted.

In the battle of mind and strategy, the command skills of ordinary officers rapidly evolve, and the brutal competition of survival of the fittest selects the most resilient and astute commanders.

Doom smiled, appearing quite satisfied.
With the help of technology, Nur's talent pool has grown rapidly, accumulating experience in warfare.

He conducted a low-key inspection and arrived at the last two examination rooms, where he saw the "military alliance" of humans.

Nur wiped out the "Holanien" and helped them rebuild their homes. After more than a decade of healing their wounds, the military alliance fulfilled its promise and sent its best soldiers.

“The military alliance has abandoned its former name.” Sophia appeared in the starlight, gracefully leaning on the railing, and introduced herself to Doom: “They call themselves the ‘Horanien’ people, remembering the name of their enemies and being grateful for Nur’s salvation.”

Upon hearing the clear sound, Doom nodded slowly.

The Milky Way today is different from the past; the places named after the Golden Age are lost in the long, old night.

Empires typically rename the starry sky after significant events, or in the name of environments and legendary figures.

"Holanien" is a good name, meaning "Child of the Abyss." The stars situated on the edge of a stellar graveyard are perfectly suited to this name.

Sofia's slender palm is outstretched, and a holographic projection takes shape, displaying relevant information within it.

The former military alliance, now the Horanion. A dozen star systems lie on the edge of a stellar graveyard, their parent stars possessing immense mass and gravity far exceeding standard gravity.

This results in the Horanion being stocky in build, with extremely high bone and muscle density, making them stronger than people from other worlds.

Having fought the aliens for a long time, they were forced to abandon the city, but instead developed a combat style that relied on guerrilla tactics as a supplement and rapid assaults as the main method.

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we pursue.

With clear strategic thinking and unwavering will, they did not allow the aliens to take their homeland, but instead depleted the aliens' manpower.

“Very good.” Doom said to Sophia, “Don’t change their fighting style, just equip them with the appropriate gear. The mortal auxiliary army needs an iron fist.”

The Nur Legion is well-rounded, especially adept at frontal warfare, advancing like a city wall and crushing any enemy in its path. The arrival of the Horanien was undoubtedly a huge boost; the city wall extended a flexible fist, delivering a vicious hook to the enemy.

They are stocky and naturally suited for ground assaults, and their strength is an advantage in close combat.

“As you command.” Sophia’s projection changed, leaving a blank space above the Horanian projection.

She turned her head and said respectfully, "Please name the legion so that it will be easier to refer to them in the future, and it will enhance their sense of belonging and legion honor."

"Horanien Assault Legion." Without hesitation, Doom blurted out, bestowing upon it a straightforward legion name.

Sophia entered the name, and the projection in her hand changed rapidly, revealing a series of plans: "After the assessment and selection of the legion commander, the legion name and specialized equipment will be delivered together."

Nodding in satisfaction, Doom's figure disappeared again, teleporting to another location.

He traveled throughout the ring road, inspected various departments, and sometimes made minor modifications based on needs.

Time flies. Before Doom could finish his inspection, a week had already passed, and the veterans gathered at the Medical Temple.

More than 2,900 people came, willing to receive the gene seed and regain their youth to return to the battlefield.

The family members who came to bid farewell to the elderly had tears in their eyes as they said goodbye to their elders, each holding a box in their arms.

The soldiers' families respect their elders and are also prepared to accept defeat.

Doom stood at the temple entrance, his face somber and silent, shaking hands with each veteran and offering words of blessing.

He could not offer any assistance with the gene seed trial, a test of willpower; the success or failure of the trial depended entirely on the individual.

The average probability of one in ten million people succeeding is simply too low.

Of the nearly three thousand participants, it is highly likely that all of them will perish on the operating table.

Hearing the sobs of those parting, Doom regretted it for a moment, wondering if he had made the wrong decision.

However, he quickly convinced himself with a reason—for the sake of Nur and the future of humanity, this was the only way!

For a full week, Doom did not leave the medical temple, standing solemnly like a statue, waiting for the test results with the soldiers' families.

The waiting process was incredibly agonizing, with anxiety gnawing at one's heart.

The Medical Temple's spacious plaza was somewhat agitated by the crowd; had it not been for Doom's presence to suppress them, a collapse might have occurred.

To live or to die. The people of Nuer are open-minded about it, but their acceptance of death, mixed with a little bit of expectation, torments their hearts repeatedly, a state that is really difficult for ordinary people to reconcile.

As the stars fell and dusk descended, Doom's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, a bright light flashing within them. He sensed stars lighting up in his mind link.

Seeing the change in King Norwick's expression, the restless crowd quickly quieted down, clutching the wooden box tightly and looking expectantly towards the temple exit.

A figure three meters tall emerged, and upon seeing who it was, the families in the crowd erupted in cheers.

"I have emerged from purgatory and returned!"

He growled heavily, like a mountain, and slammed the respirator in his hand to the ground, shattering the witness of humiliation. His bones cracked as he clenched his fist.

"Asterland!"

The crowd erupted in a tsunami of cheers, chanting the name of a legend!
Among the Night Watchers, many warriors lived to old age, but the Champion Swordsman was different.

Most of them died on the battlefield. Including the young and strong Harlan, Nur only had three champion swordsmen still alive.

Astran was one of them. He fought on the battlefield when Nur was at the end of a period of chaos.

Knowing that fighting alone would lead to their defeat one by one, the other opposing forces united and launched a desperate battle against the defenders of the main territory.

Beneath the white walls, Astram cleaved through the enemy lines, cutting down all who stood in his way and slaying one enemy champion after another.

The family members were overjoyed to see him reborn.

“Doom Norwick.” Astram looked up at the even taller Doom, his deep voice lowering as he asked softly, “Should I address you as ‘King Norwick’ or ‘Father’?”

After passing the trial, Astram learned that the gene seed came from Doom, and the young man became his gene father.

Doom gave an awkward laugh; he had indeed concealed this information.

(End of this chapter)