Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 382 Don't Kill Me
(It's too noisy, there will be more later.)
The coast of Pandora is absolutely gorgeous.

As Doom landed aboard the landing craft, the moment he stepped out of the tail door of the aircraft, the beauty before him captivated his eyes.

This is not any sea in Nur. As far as the eye can see, it is a crystal-clear blue beyond imagination.

The seawater is like diluted sapphire liquid, and sunlight penetrates the atmosphere, refracting into a dazzling array of colors.

It wasn't a single shade of blue; near the shore, it was almost transparent, allowing you to see bioluminescent plants and swimming creatures.

With his tall stature, he gazed into the distance, his vision stretching from the beach to the sea.

As the depth increases, the blue hues deepen, ranging from iridescent glass to deep-sea indigo, like a living, breathing, water-bearing gemstone.

The beach may not be yellow sand; instead, fine white sand glistens with a faint light, covered with a layer of bioluminescent microorganisms, leaving a glowing wave trail with each receding tide.

"Hmm~"

Harlan let out a comfortable groan, stepped out of the landing ship's hatch, took a few deep breaths of the planet's atmosphere, and enjoyed the gentle sea breeze. He flared his nostrils and took a deep breath: "The air here is really nice."

Pandora's atmosphere contains extremely high concentrations of hydrogen sulfide and ammonia, both of which are highly toxic to humans. Furthermore, the oxygen concentration is low, below the standard for human survival.

However, the above standards are based on ordinary mortal standards and do not include the descendants of the Golden Men or the Astartes.

Harlan was breathing normally, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, he was breathing heavily with ease.

He had long since removed his power armor, wearing only a pair of dark blue printed shorts, antique sunglasses, and a surfboard tucked under his arm.

Upon learning that the landing site was by the sea, Harlan used the item printer to purchase a complete set of equipment for himself and had a good rest.

“What a wonderful feeling.” Obelisk stepped out of the cabin, the sand beneath his bare feet shimmering, his shirt fluttering in the wind, one hand resting on his dimensional spear.

He gently crouched down, his tall frame brushing his hand across the white sand, his eyes slightly narrowed: "I sensed something."

“Yes.” Harlan looked into the distance, as if he could see a breath of life through the breathtaking panorama where the sea and sky met: “This world…”

The champion swordsman's throat tightened, his brow furrowed, and he pondered the perfect adjective in his mind.

“Saltz.” Doom said a name, shouldered the huge box, stepped off the plane, and walked toward a corner of the beach.

Since arriving in this galaxy, he had felt something. Pandora, like Salz, had given birth to the soul of the world.

Even more active than the bewildered Salz, the World Soul of Pandora possesses a complete consciousness and has never slumbered, watching over the life it nurtures.

The warship hovered in high orbit. Doom wasn't observing Miles; he could see right through that mortal and predict all his actions.

He carefully observed and constantly scanned the planet with his ornithoscope, hoping to gain a deeper understanding of Pandora's unique way of life.

Those sacred trees worshipped by the local indigenous people are the material symbols of the world's soul on the planet, growing in every part of Pandora.

“Saltz?” Harlan asked, grabbing his surfboard and quickly following, not understanding the meaning behind the name.

While Doom was wiping out the Spirit Lizard race, Harlan was on an expedition in the Misty Starfield and was unaware of what was happening.

"A world that doesn't know what's good for it."

Obelisk slowly explained: "In his first battle after returning to the Empire, the Father of Genes, together with the Wolf King Leman Russ, wiped out the alien race and destroyed that world."

As one of the original Legion warriors, Obelisk witnessed the return of the Primarch and was among the first to follow the Father of Genetics, truly "fighting the entire battle".

Being constantly by the side of the Gene Prototype, he naturally knew about every battle, a source of pride for him.

"Tell me about it quickly."

Harlan raised an eyebrow and slowed his pace, walking alongside Obelisk and listening intently to their encounter with the alien race.

"The thing is like this..."

Doom didn't listen to their conversation. He went to the beach, laid out a carpet, and began to set out drinks and food.

Once he was ready to welcome them, he sat cross-legged on the white sand, feeling its softness and letting the sea breeze caress his body. Gazing into the distance, he entered a state of ethereal meditation, his hand involuntarily reaching for his waist.

Although she was wearing light shorts, she still had a belt around her waist, from which hung the Blackstone Key and the Chaos Ring.

These two dangerous artifacts are capable of activating Blackrock Fortress and even provoking the evil god to intervene.

No matter where he put them, Doom was always worried. To prevent them from being stolen, he decided to carry them with him and never put them down.

The waves crashed, and fresh, salty air rushed into his nostrils. Doom's back no longer stood straight, but slumped slightly with relief.

He sat quietly by the sea, enjoying the rare tranquility, but his thick eyebrows gradually furrowed as some onlookers disturbed the peace. Taking a deep breath, Doom did not chase them away. In his eyes, the local natives were no different from wild animals.

Doom didn't seem to care much, but Harlan started to take action.

As exceptional extraordinary warriors, how perceptive were those present?

The Na'vi hid in the sea, thinking they were well concealed, unaware that their presence had already been betrayed by their own eyes.

Harlan pretended to know nothing, picked up his surfboard and rushed into the sea, heading straight for them, which looked like a coincidence.

The lurking creature was terrified and quickly avoided the route humans took to swim, hiding in the deeper sea and watching the humans ride away on the waves.

After repeating this several times, Harlan began to play around, each time precisely charging towards the waters where the alien was hiding.

On their final deep dive, the Na'vi left the beach. They weren't stupid; they realized humans had already discovered them and were simply driving them away in a different way.

But they found it incredible that these tall humans were relatively friendly, unlike the violent short humans.

The environment was relaxed and pleasant, and time flew by.

The three of them lit a campfire on the beach, caught a lot of fish and grilled them, enjoying the wonderful natural ingredients and eating until their mouths were full of oil.

The aircraft's rotors churned up the air, and Miles, after a long flight, finally arrived at the landing site.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and ordered the pilots to land from a distance. The squad, in four-meter-tall AMP humanoid armor, approached the sea from the ground.

Dr. Augustine sat on the shoulder of the mecha, craning his neck and looking on expectantly. The moment he emerged from the jungle, he let out a groan of amazement.

She saw tall figures on the beach, sitting cross-legged around the campfire without breathing masks, ignoring the toxic air of Pandora.

"Hurry up!" The doctor excitedly pounded on the glass shield, urging the colonel to hurry up, eager to make contact with other humans.

That bitch!
The colonel, piloting the mech, cursed inwardly and deliberately shook the mech, almost causing the doctor to fall off his shoulder.

At this moment, he saw through the true nature of the doctoral candidate.

This woman is not only hypocritical, but also fickle and lacks principles. In short, she is a complete villain!

"Stop."

The colonel ordered the squad to stop. He had just brought the mech to a halt when the doctor, disregarding his own safety, jumped off the sand and scrambled toward the beach.

It's going to happen!

Miles was filled with regret. That damned, stupid woman could very well have killed everyone.

Although the contact was brief, the colonel knew clearly that those important figures from the Star Sea were not kind or good people.

Fueled by excitement, the doctor's adrenaline surged, and like a swift female leopard, he strode across the beach.

Tears welled up in her eyes. So many questions swirled in her mind; her heart pounded in her chest; her chapped lips trembled slightly as she finally uttered the first question she had pondered for so long: "You..."

Snapped! ! !
A crisp, clear sound suddenly broke the silence, drowning out the pleasant sound of the waves. The doctor's face was full of astonishment, and his knees rubbed against each other in the sand.

In a fleeting instant, the tall figure appeared beside her and, in the mere seconds before she could react, snapped both her legs!

The colonel chasing behind was sweating profusely; the adult's strength was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't even see the trajectory of the movement.

Seeing the doctor being attacked, he felt a surge of pleasure but dared not speak. He spread his arms to signal the team to stop and led the way by kneeling on the ground.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through the doctor, who tried to scream to vent his agony, only to see the soldier already raising his arm.

No! I still have many questions that haven't been answered!

Faced with life and death, the doctor's strong will to survive erupted. He endured the pain of his broken bones, gripped his throat tightly with both hands to prevent himself from screaming, and revealed a twisted smile.

The giant indeed stopped attacking, its eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie light, and walked toward the spaceship on its own.

The colonel crawled on his knees to the doctor's side and squatted down, his face showing disgust, his rough hands pressing down on her breathing mask.

He leaned down gently and whispered through gritted teeth in the doctor's ear, "You bastard! How incredibly stupid are you? Your offense just now almost got us killed."

"Those great figures come from the sea of ​​stars. Your shallow knowledge and one-sided conjectures cannot even scratch the surface of their existence."

(End of this chapter)