Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 348 Cutting-Edge Power
"destroy."

Li Tang pursed his thin lips slightly, his dark eyes filled with cautious consideration; those two words set the tone for the war.

He stayed by the Primarch's side the entire time, gathering all intelligence. When questioned by the Father of Genetics, he uttered two words in a calm yet firm tone.

Doom did not respond to his eldest son's answer, but continued to ask, "How many troops do you think we need?"

Li Tang felt a tightness in his chest. He rarely showed any emotional fluctuations, but he couldn't help feeling a little nervous when he heard the father of genetics asking him questions.

For him, a simple inquiry was not merely about his attitude; it could very well involve how the war would unfold and the lives of tens of thousands of people.

He didn't rush to answer, but remained silent, lowered his eyes, and furrowed his brows slightly, rapidly deducing the answer in his extraordinary mind, and then gave a reliable one.

Seeing this, Doom smiled slightly and did not urge him. He fiddled with the holographic image on the table and deeply analyzed the intelligence sent by Gela.

The eldest son, Li Tang, was not as skilled in martial arts as powerful warriors like John or Obelisk, placing him only in the upper echelons of the legion, still some distance from the top. While his battlefield acumen placed him among the elite, he was still slightly inferior to those at the very top.

However, he possessed certain qualities that the rest of the legion or his brothers lacked.

Determination and sense of responsibility in war.

The eldest son's wisdom in warfare lies in the swiftness of winning a single battle, making the first battle the decisive one, and determining victory or defeat through a decisive battle with minimal sustained investment.

As the eldest son of the legion, Li Tang shoulders an incomparably lofty responsibility, constantly pondering how to guide his brothers in the legion onto the right path.

He is different from the father of genetics.

Legion warriors obey the Father of Genes, but the eldest son is not qualified to be obeyed. Li Tang must be wise enough to earn the respect or obedience of his brothers.

Therefore, every step he takes requires careful consideration and thorough planning.

Ten seconds of silence passed in the observation room before Li Tang cautiously replied, "The aliens have cognitive interference at the mental level, which excludes the mortal troops. No matter how strong their will is, they are fundamentally still mortals."

"Some bizarre existences cannot be resisted by a strong will. The aliens exist in reality and can shake the strong will of the subspace, but they cannot shake the existence of reality."

Doom listened attentively, nodding repeatedly. His son's analysis was clear and logical, first eliminating the unstable factors on the battlefield.

Indeed, mortal troops are like unstable bombs when facing mental interference from the real universe.

Rather than subjecting them to suffering, it's better to eliminate them beforehand.

Seeing the father of genetics nod but remain silent, Li Tang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he could continue speaking.

He clearly articulated his war plan: "We need a cutting-edge strike force, composed of Legionnaires, Imperial Guards and Iron Men, to strike straight at the aliens' lair, prioritizing the attack on the alien command system."

"After destroying the command system, we will use enemy intelligence to divide our forces and wipe out the enemy forces that have lost their command, further expanding our gains and consolidating our victory."

After Li Tang finished speaking, he stood aside to accompany him. He knew that his tactics were very traditional, even somewhat conservative.

With legions and the Imperial Guard at their command, along with powerful Iron Men, they can unleash countless powerful and ruthless tactics to achieve glorious victories.

He still opted for a cautious approach, unwilling to take risks at any cost.

Doom leaned back in his chair, listened to his son's strategic description, his eyes fixed on the constantly changing holographic projection, and finally slowly stood up.

He shook the cloak on his back, turned to Li Tang and said, "Do as you say. You will be in full charge of this war."

Li Tang nodded silently and accepted the task.

Having been tempered by countless wars, he has shed his former naiveté, dares to take responsibility, and lives up to the expectations of others.

Doom was very satisfied; this was exactly what he wanted.

Each offspring should be independent and not blindly follow others, so that they can have different views on the same thing and thus adopt different methods.

As the saying goes, no one is perfect.

He was merely a genetic prototype, a mortal with an extraordinary body, so naturally his perspective was not comprehensive enough.

Having determined their next objective, the two turned and left the observation room to begin their operation.

"Young man, thank you so much for saving my daughter."

"Saving lives is our honor; you don't need to do that."

As soon as they stepped out of the dungeon, Doom heard a deep voice of gratitude. He immediately slowed his pace and gestured for Li Tang to remain silent.

He pressed himself against the wall, making no sound, peeking out from around the corner to spy on the source of the conversation. Li Tang looked at the "father of genes," with his thieving nature and overflowing voyeuristic desires, and shook his head helplessly before joining in to eavesdrop.

In the shade of the trees some distance from the dungeon entrance, a Night Guard stood beside Camilla, expressing his gratitude to Amarans.

“Don’t refuse my thanks,” the Night Guard said solemnly, his voice filled with gratitude. “If it weren’t for you and those warriors, how could my daughter have survived?”

Amarans dared not take credit, standing ramrod straight, and solemnly replied: "Protecting humanity is the glorious mission entrusted to me by the Emperor and the Primarch."

This formulaic answer, instead of being offensive, is all the more admirable.

Those present were no ordinary people; they could naturally tell that what Amarans said was what he was thinking.

The Blood Angel's answer impressed the Night Guardian; placing one's mission above one's life is an extremely noble virtue, in line with the spirit of a warrior.

He stroked his daughter's soft silver hair, looked the red-armored warrior in front of him up and down, his eyes full of satisfaction, but he shook his head and murmured, "What a pity."

"What's a pity?" Amarans asked, somewhat puzzled.

Doom, who was spying from the shadows, suppressed a laugh. Clearly, the Night Guard had taken a liking to Amarans and was considering him as a son-in-law.

Unfortunately, the Space Marines were altered at the genetic level, and their genes could not be used to reproduce with ordinary humans. Geneseeds became an alternative form of genetic continuation.

The Nur people, however, are different; they can reproduce naturally.

Amarans didn't understand, but Camilla did.

A blush rose to the girl's face; she was somewhat shy. She reached out and pulled on her father's power armor, wanting to leave this embarrassing place as soon as possible.

"Young man, please accept a father's gratitude." Before being pulled away by his daughter, the Night Guard performed a warrior's salute with exceptional solemnity.

Amarans was still somewhat puzzled, but nodded blankly, accepting the warrior's gratitude.

Even after the father and daughter's figures disappeared into the distance, he scratched the charred back of his neck, still not understanding what the powerful warrior was regretting.
Even though he couldn't understand it, Amarans hadn't forgotten his mission.

He summoned the road signs to guide him to the diplomatic residence, where he relayed the events to his cousins.

After the two sides who had swapped positions left, Doom, who had been hiding in the shadows, slowly emerged. The more he thought about it, the funnier it became, and he finally burst out laughing.

"Young people don't understand! A young girl's blush is more beautiful than any sweet words."

Doom wore a smug smile, muttering a sigh, and stood with his hands on his hips, looking quite pleased with himself, as if he had seen through everything.

A few seconds later, however, he shook his head and sighed. Although fate was beautiful, their respective identities made it impossible for them to be together.

The divide between the two sides is not just about identity; it has now extended to species.

"It's a pity that the perfect encounter of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress is ultimately just a dream, which shatters with the slightest touch."

Li Tang shook his head helplessly. His own genetic father was spouting nonsense, sighing like a melancholy poet. It was hard to tell whether he was gloating or lamenting the fate of their relationship.

"Teleport." He didn't interrupt the original body's sigh, but transformed into a beam of light and disappeared to prepare for the upcoming battle.

Doom smiled, casually slumped into a chair, took a deep breath, as if he could smell the irony of fate in the air.

He stretched out his arms comfortably, holding onto the back of the bench, feeling happy and relaxed, with a smile on his face.

For a moment, Doom actually felt a sense of schadenfreude.

snort!
My main star, Nur, boasts countless heroes and beauties, with countless perfect matches among them. It's not up to any outside pretty boy to interfere!
After a long while, Doom got up happily, humming a little tune as he headed to the palace, thinking that he would share the interesting things that happened that day with his family at dinner.

Sofia has taken full responsibility for handling the aftermath of the terrorist attack, and its impact has been contained within a certain area and will not spread further.

The Ring of Nur continues its peaceful day!
Beneath the surface of peace and tranquility, troop deployments were already underway in secret.

Li Tang entered the command center and began planning the details of the battle. His opponent's strength was unknown, but he was extremely elusive.

Through the combat panel, he deployed ten companies, a total of one thousand legion brothers. In addition, there were one thousand Imperial Guards and one thousand Iron Men.

The strike fleet is equipped with ten intelligent control aircraft carriers, ten super-heavy battleships, and several fast cruisers and destroyers.

Since the mission objective is to influence the territory, this strike must not only be swift and decisive, but also demonstrate the power of the Nur Stars!
With Sophia's assistance, the army quickly assembled and prepared to head towards the Beta Sector to destroy the infiltrating Lady Kra.

(End of this chapter)