Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 370 Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God

The Primal Ones' demonic voices were terrifying; their psychic power amplified the seductive power of their words, and mortals immediately obeyed, kneeling down to offer their loyalty.

"Ridiculous!" The low echo, though not loud, struck like a thunderclap, shattering the ghostly voice.

“How utterly ridiculous.” Doom responded to the Primal’s contempt for humanity with human contempt: “What you call nobility is nothing but cowardice in my eyes.”

"Your talk of high and low status and noble and lowly status is nothing but a sign of your fear."

"You are not sure if you can defeat me, yet you are spreading rumors and trying to limit us to the same level by claiming that we are different in terms of 'essence' and then make some compromises in exchange for what you are looking for."

"But you've forgotten one thing!" Doom suddenly roared, an invisible pressure sweeping out, nearly shattering the Primal Projection: "You and I are never equal, humanity is supreme!"

"Humanity is supreme!" The Primarch Guard stepped forward, the Terminator's heavy footsteps shattering the ground, his weapon pointing directly at the Primarch.

A resounding roar boosts military morale!

The legion's momentum was connected to that of the Father of Genetics, unleashing a powerful aura that startled the Primal Ones, causing them to instinctively retreat.

Its projection swayed backward, then stopped abruptly. Its deformed face was no longer peaceful; instead, it revealed an uncontrollable rage.

Faced with the sharp aura emanating from those pure wills, its consciousness felt fear, the projection swayed backward, and it subconsciously wanted to leave.

This is a great disgrace that it, as a superior being, actually felt such a base emotion as fear from lowly humans!

“I see no extraordinary qualities in you.” Doom’s mockery remained undiminished, and his tiger-like eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, were filled with contempt: “Before me stand despicable men who betray the lives of their own kind for what they themselves cannot obtain.”

"Humans!" The Primal One suppressed his anger, a tremor of brokenness creeping into his usually calm and arrogant yet sharp voice: "Don't use your values ​​to define our behavior."

“We are Lady Kra, Galactic Hunters, a natural superior race, the Great Predators, who feed on the souls of all things.”

"Human morality is inapplicable and cannot constrain us."

"In order to always stand on the high ground, the lower-class people are willing to sacrifice themselves at any time, to continue the overall prosperity of the race and maintain our long-standing strength."

The Primal One recounted Lady Kra's past and future, concealing the shame born of fear. His ugly face softened slightly with the release of his emotions: "Do you understand now, you supreme being among humankind?"

"I have spent thousands of years traveling through the stars in search of the secrets to make my race strong, and I have paid a terrible price."

"The reward at the end of the journey is just around the corner. If it can be obtained through sacrifice, I will not hesitate, and neither will my race."

"If you were presented with the opportunity to make a small sacrifice for lasting prosperity, how would you choose, according to human values? The strong among humans."

The questioning of the Primal Ones was like a sharp knife, tearing away the veneer of honor and morality, piercing the sinews and bones forged by humanity, and striking straight into Doom's heart.

"How to choose?" Doom chuckled, his tone nonchalant, glancing down at the timer ticking inside his helmet; sixty seconds remained.

He never considered what the Primal One said; he only wanted the countdown to end, the treasure vault's goods to be placed on the beacon, and then to kill the chattering alien.

"Sixty seconds later, the area in front of me was continuously covered by the beam of light."

By delaying the aliens, Doom telepathically connected with Li Tang and delivered the sole command for the entire battle.

The number of Lady Claras continued to grow, filling the void created by the nuclear explosion. The count monitor detected more than three thousand aliens, and the number was still rising.

A large number of Lady Claras gathered together, and the psionic fluctuations continued to rise, making it difficult for the bone powder of the soulless to suppress.

Doom dared not make any rash moves for the time being. He could guarantee that he could break through the enemy lines, but before that, the Terminator Guard would be in danger.

“I never make choices.” He brandished the Chaos Artifact in his hand and said in a low, enticing voice, “If something is in the enemy’s hands, rushing in and taking it is much more satisfying than arguing.”

The Primal Projection fell silent; helplessness was the true reflection of its inner state at that moment.

If, hypothetically, possibly...

If you are confident that you can kill the human in front of you, you don't need to waste words. Just rush up and snap his neck, and tear out the enemy's incessant chatter. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Are you hesitating?" Doom tossed the artifact in his hand, seemingly seeing through the Primal Being's heart through the projection: "Were you venting your anger just now?"

“Oh~” His tone was inconsistent, and he suddenly realized something: “Perhaps the reason you talk about sacrifice is just an excuse to cover up your cowardice and not dare to fight us to the death.”

"Humanity may not apply to Lady Clara, but glory also exists in your race."

“I see,” Doom said with a sudden realization, his shoulders twitching slightly, a muffled laugh coming from his helmet: “Heh heh…” “Get lost!” he roared, the air in front of him exploding with a shockwave, and a burst of red lightning suddenly resounded.

The Primal Being was utterly devastated; the projection symbolizing the extension of consciousness trembled, and the original being in the distance was filled with horror.

That tall, robust human was no ordinary person; with just one roar, his soul trembled, and he dared not look directly at its presence!
"How dare a despicable coward stand before me?"

The projection shattered under the pressure, and consciousness returned to its original form. The Primal One broke out in a cold sweat. These humans were too strange, possessing an unparalleled ability to suppress psionic energy, which even it could not resist.

"I am the King of Warriors, the embodiment of courage and indomitable spirit. I despise your despicable tricks!"

The roar still reverberated, and powerful sound waves surged from the channel, washing away nuclear dust and making many of the Mrs. Klara unsteady on their feet.

Click!

The crimson lightning appeared out of nowhere, defying the laws of physics, and exploded deep beneath the nest, illuminating the dark and profound depths.

"Heh...heh...heh...heh..."

Crimson lightning coalesced into a wild laugh. The planet Grava was teeming with psionic energy, and the Blood God's gaze never left it; His beloved warriors were here, and He was overjoyed to hear the tactical declaration.

How sensitive was Mrs. Clare?

The moment the Great Will manifested, they fell from the sky, worshipped on the ground, and submitted to the power of the Warp.

The Primordial One did the same, abandoning his arrogance and superiority, descending from the void, bowing his head and kneeling to worship the gods.

It felt a mix of emotions, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

The great being that could not be obtained through countless sacrifices has appeared on its own initiative at this moment. What is the meaning of its arrival?
Do not!
Kneeling for eight seconds without receiving a response, the Primal suddenly realized that the destructive power had not come for him!

Before it could think any further, a bolt of lightning descended from the void, striking its body directly, and boundless, violent power surged into it.

The Primal One's four bloodshot eyes turned even redder, almost dripping blood, and an endless rage surged within him.

Before that raging will, it felt insignificant, like a speck of dust in a sea of ​​stars, facing the crimson flames!
"You can't beat him."

The voice of the great will is not peaceful; it grits its teeth, is constantly angry, and its anger burns its own soul.

"Say that word, and I will grant you power." The Destruction Power urged, burning with rage and impatience, his bones cracking as if he were warming up.

When the will of the Blood God descended, Doom sensed it.

As the crimson lightning exploded, he looked up at the end of the passage, where Lady Kra was prostrate on the ground, worshipping the void.

He wasn't surprised at all; Khorne's gaze lingered on Gera, searching for a suitable opportunity to wreak havoc on the battlefield.

It seems He has found it!
The Primal Being, its consciousness hazy and shattered by rage, vaguely saw a blood-red wasteland, where a towering war god sat on a bronze throne.

Its will knelt down without hesitation, even fearing that the powerful beings of the subspace would renege.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God," it certainly knew the origin of the destructive power and what those words meant to it, but it had no resistance to them.

Its ugly mouthparts twisted and trembled, and the Primal Being, with a heart full of gratitude, spoke in a sharp voice with utmost piety. It spread its arms to the void, welcoming the evil god's blessing: "Skull offering, skull seat!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

It cries out, offering its soul's loyalty to the gods, becoming His servant walking in the world, lashing out at all living things in the real universe.

Rumbling--

Thunder roared down, striking the Primal Being. The power of the Blood God merged into its flesh and blood, strengthening its body at the atomic level.

His body trembled in pain, but the Primal One smiled as he felt the transformation coming from his cells and bones, and power surged up continuously.

Its black carapace burst open, its muscles grew wildly, its bones cracked, and its body swelled dramatically with the blessing of the gods.

The lower-ranking Lady Clara craned her neck to look, mesmerized by the sight, witnessing the great power reshaping her body and breaking the shackles of life.

(End of this chapter)