Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 376 I Must Help Him
"The human body, which has been perfect since ancient Terra, symbolizes the purity of humankind."

“Without a doubt,” Sophia’s ethereal gaze held a human-like scrutiny as she examined the humanoid creature that resembled an “angel” before her: “Your seemingly holy appearance is a desecration of the pure genes of humanity.”

Her simulated gaze was unusually calm, unmoved by beauty, and ruthlessly expressed her subjective views on the mutation.

Saint Gilles' beautiful face gradually froze, her gentle expression turning cold, and when she looked at the virtual image, her eyes showed a hint of anger.

The Holy Blood Angels were breathing heavily. The Father of Genes came to visit with a humble heart, but was discriminated against and his genetic purity was questioned.

They had reason to suspect that the Warrior King's failure to appear and send Omnics to greet him was a form of intimidation intended to humiliate the Primarch.

The Legion soldiers were filled with righteous indignation. Company Commander Radolon stood in front of his brothers, spreading his hands to stop them, and asked to see what the Primarch had to say.

“Madam,” Saint Gilles exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing his frustration, and asked, “does your logic lack any consideration of tolerance?”

Undoubtedly, the archangel felt offended by the unforgiving criticism at their first meeting.

“No.” Sophia shook her head gently, her melodious voice as calm as still water: “Tolerance is an unnecessary variable and can breed systematic errors.”

“I am the Central Law, responsible for the entire Nur Star System. In the short time of our conversation, trillions of instructions have been issued from my central intelligence to maintain the operation of the Star System Empire.”

"It is precisely because of this heavy burden that I cannot tolerate any logical thinking that does not exist within me. Any thought that is mixed with humanistic considerations will have an unfair consequence on hundreds of millions of people."

Sophia's explanation left Saint Gilles speechless. After careful consideration, he gave up on changing the lady's opinion of him.

Conversely, deep within the genomic core, there is a slight sense of pleasure due to the cold logic of artificial intelligence.

This indicates that in the woman's intelligent thinking, she did not regard him as a superior being, but rather viewed him with a sense of equality and impartiality.

She didn't hide her disdain and disgust. Mutation is mutation; so-called perfection and holiness are just embellishments for mutation...

The human empire promoted the wings as a gift from the human lord to his offspring, a symbol of pure and flawless beauty.

Only a select few involved knew that the wings were a mutation, a deviation from the original design of the Lord of Humanity.

The emperor himself never showed any fondness for wings; his eyes held a mixture of joy and sorrow, and his attitude was intriguing.

After a brief exchange, Saint-Gilles learned the truth. The lady had not intentionally humiliated him; her words were merely somewhat direct.

He regained his gentle demeanor and said politely, "Ms. Sophia, I have come here specifically to visit you, hoping that our time together will change your opinion of me."

Saint Gilles suppressed his surging anger deep within his genes, feeling there was no need to be angry at those who spoke the truth.

“I will not change my mind.” Sofia remained steadfast, calmly stating the facts: “I am a pure mind created by humankind, and I do not tolerate mutation.”

"But you don't need to worry. My views do not affect my duties, and I will not do anything that deviates from the code."

"The Starport tugboats have set sail to guide the fleet into port and anchor."

The holographic projection transformed, and as Sophia explained, the guided program became visualized: "The ship is docked at the starport for refueling and resupply. You will then transfer to a shuttle to travel to the core region of the Nur constellation."

Saint Gilles listened quietly, knowing that as a guest, he should obey his host's arrangements.

"Please make the arrangements quickly," he said with a bright smile, having no objection to such a reasonable arrangement. "I can't wait to see my brother."

“King Norwick is not in the Nur Stars.” Sophia did not hide anything and stated the fact that Doom was not in the Warriors’ Domain.

boom--

The Holy Blood Angels were in an uproar, instantly erupting into chaos. They could no longer suppress their anger; this was an intolerable disrespect!

More than a month ago, the father of genetics sent a visiting card, expressing his intention to visit Nuerqunxing with the highest honors.

The King of Warriors agreed to the visit and gladly welcomed the arrival of the Holy Blood Angel Legion. Now that his brother legion has arrived, he has no idea where he is.
This is undoubtedly extreme contempt and arrogance!

"grown ups!"

A rough roar rang out, and Radoron, unable to hold his brother back, cast a guilty glance at the Primarch.

Nasir Amit, the company commander of the Fifth Company, stepped forward, pointing directly at the phantom image of Sofia, his anger barely contained: "How dare they look down on you like this?"

Saint Gilles turned his gaze to Amit, the savage son with a brutal face, a gruesome scar running from his forehead across his left eye and down his cheek. He gritted his teeth, accusing Nur of his contempt. The archangel did not respond to Amit, but looked past him to the faces of his other sons, who were equally enraged.

His long, thin, golden eyebrows furrowed as he pondered whether his trip to Nur had been ill-considered.

Even after parting ways with Bawei, he still remembered the kind advice. It was because of this impression that he came to Nur to seek some reflection.

But this meeting across the stars began to deviate from the beautiful imagination.

The omnics' disdain and the brother's broken promise seemed to cast a shadow over the journey, causing the beautiful expectations to gradually dissipate.

"Watch your words!" Radoron stepped forward, grabbed his brother's shoulder, and tried to pull him back into the line.

As a company commander in the Legion, Radoron also harbored anger. The Primarch and the Legion were being slighted, how could he, as a member of the Legion, remain indifferent?
He was more rational and composed, suppressing his emotions and continuing to understand the specific situation in order to avoid unnecessary conflict.

“This is the warrior’s domain.” Radoron whispered, silencing Amit’s struggle and bringing his brother back to the ranks.

This is the warrior's domain!
This is a warning to Amit, and a reminder to the Legion brothers that Nur is different from the chaotic Star Sea; it is orderly and powerful.

The Warrior Realm is the territory of Primarch Doom Norwick, where the military and civilians are fiercely martial, and there is no concept of retreat in their dictionary.

Moreover, the Nur Star Cluster and the Human Empire are not a single political entity; they have only reached a strategic consensus and are engaging in in-depth cooperation.

The Holy Blood Angels do not represent the Empire, but the Central Laws do represent Nur.

When the Warrior King returned to the Empire, the Omnics were placed alongside him, and the Emperor's attitude spoke volumes.

“Ms. Sophia,” Radoron said, pulling Amit back and glaring at him. Ignoring the latter’s indignation, he turned and bowed to Sophia, sincerely apologizing: “My brother is impulsive and did not mean to offend you.”

Sofia remained expressionless, her emotions unreadable, and waved her hand to indicate that she had never cared.

Saint Gilles was very satisfied with Ladoron's handling of the situation; his son was willing to sacrifice some minor emotions for the greater good.

He turned his gaze back to Sophia's illusory figure, his expression hardening, his voice as cold as the wind: "Ms. Sophia, where is my brother?"

"Does your clearance allow you to answer? If you cannot answer, I will lead the fleet away from Nur and never visit the Warrior's Domain again."

Even a clay figure has a touch of earthiness, let alone the genetic prototype that serves as a war machine.

As polite visitors, how can the legion save face when they are snubbed by the host?

If he does not receive a satisfactory answer, Saint Gilles will lead his legion away, forever remembering his brother's disrespectful humiliation.

“I can answer.” Sophia remained calm, and with a wave of her hand, she transformed the holographic image to show the whole story: “Your messenger, Amarans, has submitted a letter of invitation, and King Norwick has agreed to the visit.”

Saint Gilles nodded to himself. So far, nothing unexpected had happened. Just a month ago, his brother was still in the Nur Stars.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly sensing something amiss. Why would Doom leave in such a hurry, even at the cost of breaking his promise?

While he was thinking, he focused his gaze on Amit. His impulsive anger interrupted the lady's speech and diverted his attention, preventing him from immediately considering the underlying reasons.

Sofia continued, "Half an hour after receiving your visit, news of Lady Clara's invasion arrived."

Mrs. Clara!

Saint Gillespie suddenly rose from the throne, transformed into a phantom, rushed to the command platform, and looked down at the information displayed on the holographic projection.

The legionary warriors gleaned crucial information; their anger turned to astonishment, and their fury crumbled into relief.

A terrifying alien race committed atrocities in the Eastern End Starfield, killing four thousand warriors of the Ultramarines Legion and destroying an expeditionary fleet.

"Madam, please provide the coordinates of the alien invasion!" Saint Gilles's face was serious, and his words were filled with a sense of duty: "My Legion and I must go and help our blood brothers."

Saint Gilles was anxious. The Brothers Legion only had a little over a thousand men, plus a thousand Imperial Guards, making their total fighting strength far too small.

Facing the Xenomorphs who could easily wipe out four thousand Space Marines, even if he personally led the team, he would probably be in a tough fight!
I have to help him!

(End of this chapter)