Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 52 Sudden Anomaly
In the center of the battlefield, the leaders of both sides gathered, and the generals who commanded thousands of troops decided the outcome with swords.

Doom's movements could be so fast that they were out of sight of anyone or any beast present, including the orc leader.

But there is no need for that. Battles on the battlefield are not only about physical combat, but also about psychological warfare.

Allowing the orcs to charge in succession, letting other orcs witness how easily their own kind were killed, is a powerful deterrent.

It is also remarkably effective against the savage, warlike orc race, not to mention other intelligent beings.

If Doom were to exert all his strength, the orcs would only see corpses strewn across the field without understanding what had happened, which would only fuel their ferocity, causing them to roar and charge forward.

Restraint is also a strategy. Sometimes going all out can backfire, while proper relaxation and hitting the right point can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Automatic bullets came from afar. Doom swung his battle axe, and when the dimensional blade touched the bullet, the dimensional rift would exile any object that collided with it to an unknown dimension.

The automatic firepower of those orcish vehicles posed no threat to Doom even without his intervention; his healthy and resilient skin was strong enough to withstand medium to large caliber weapon fire, though it would cause some pain.

Seeing that long-range shooting was useless, the orc boy drove his garbage truck at breakneck speed, using the vehicle's kinetic energy and the spikes it was fitted with to smash the human giant into the air!
Doom remained calm and calculated the angle of each locomotive, resolving the issues in the most efficient way.

When he collided with the first vehicle, Doom simply swerved to the side, effortlessly dodging the head-on collision, and his battle axe fell before the orc boy's terrified eyes.

The dimensional light blade has no thickness; the two-dimensional light blade is not "sharp." It does not cut through the matter itself, but rather through the dimension through which the light blade passes.

In the universe, there is almost no entity or physical existence that can block the light blade.

The light blade sliced ​​through the straight cutting line without the slightest deviation, making no difference to armor, skin, flesh, or bone, and was completely unaffected by the dimensional tearing.

With a single swing of the axe, the smooth, mirror-like slant sliced ​​through the orc boy's flesh and steel steed, leaving without any resistance.

The screams that couldn't be uttered were drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

Doom's expression remained unchanged. His sensory organs detected every bullet that came his way, and he strolled effortlessly through the hail of bullets toward Guya's garbage truck.

With a single axe stroke, he cleaved the opponent in two, one stroke from each side.

Unlike Doom, Harlan displayed fierceness in the clash of spear and sword, his spear seizing the opportunity to lift up the garbage truck driver.

With a graceful turn, he thrust out his longsword and sliced ​​the orc and his chariot in two.

The champion swordsman's swordsmanship is extraordinary; he can deliver deadly moves with ease. Although he lacks the style of a master swordsman, he has grasped the true essence of swordsmanship.

The orc's garbage truck rushed towards the master and servant like a moth drawn to an oil lamp. Upon getting close, it burst into flames, burning itself to ashes and achieving nothing else.

"Doom!"

With a roar of grief and anger, Gu Ya watched helplessly as his underlings suffered a terrible fate. Unable to contain his grief and rage any longer, he charged towards Doom without hesitation, determined to settle the score!
It was inherently afraid of death.

When he was still an orc boy, he earned the reputation of being a "little brat" and a "softie".

Now, seeing his underlings risking their lives for it, falling one after another at Doom's hands.

The grief and turmoil in Gu Ya's heart surged so fiercely.

The orc leader's crimson eyes flashed with rage as he roared, wanting to tear Doom to pieces.

His four-meter-tall body was like a flesh-and-blood tank. He leaped off the garbage truck, his every move displaying astonishing strength. He held his giant axe in front of him and roared as he charged toward that damned human!

Doom, soaked in orcish blood, his eyes growing ever colder, a sneer playing on his lips. He raised his hand, flicking his fingers, his contemptuous voice chilling to the bone:

"Come here and prepare to die!"

"Wow!!!!!!"

Gu Ya was on the verge of madness, his bloodshot eyes burning, his muscles bulging, and his veins bulging like coiled dragons: "There must be an end between us!"

That reckless posture, in Doom's eyes, gave him a slight air of "boss".

Well, it only has a little bit of imposing presence.

His footsteps were heavy like muffled thunder, and his thick calves suddenly exerted force, propelling his green body high into the air.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the charge, Guya leaped up, raised his battle axe high, and with speed and power, unleashed a powerful and heavy leaping slash, aiming to cleave Doum in two!
Seeing its fierce approach, seemingly determined to win at all costs, Doom didn't retreat but advanced, taking a swift step forward to seize it.

His extraordinary body tensed up suddenly, accelerating to supersonic speed, with a sonic boom cloud surrounding his charging body.

Before the ear-piercing sonic boom could explode, with lightning speed, he leaped up from the ground and crashed into Gu Ya's arms like a meteor!
A loud bang echoed across the battlefield, drawing everyone's attention.

A muffled sound exploded! A violent shockwave was visible to the naked eye!
In the lightning-fast exchange, victory or defeat was decided in an instant. A green figure was sent flying backward, its condition far from ordinary.

The sight was horrific; the body crashed down like a broken bag, shattering all the orcs' courage.

"Look! The War Lord has defeated the Orc Chieftain; the battle is over!"

The Night Guardians were awestruck by the epic scenes, which, like ancient human heroes defeating demons, gave the soldiers unparalleled exhilaration.

Seeing their leader fall to the ground, the orcs in the stronghold became even more chaotic, and a gap was torn in the defense line, allowing the Night Guards to pour into the city.

"Cough cough cough..." Gu Ya lay in a pool of blood, its skin oozing a large amount of blood, its bones shattered, and its muscle tissue pulverized into mincemeat by the shockwave.

Its chest heaved irregularly; the orc leader, who had been nearly insane just moments before, was now utterly weakened. Its gaze was unfocused, yet it stared intently ahead.

The human was still standing, bathed in his own blood, without a single wound on his body, except for the broken shoulder armor on his left shoulder, proving that he had indeed collided with himself.

"Why are you so powerful? Why..."

The weak murmur was unwilling to accept defeat; it had lost again, utterly defeated.

Broken organs from the ancient tooth, along with blood and foam, kept gushing from its mouth.

In its field of vision, the ground was blasted open by the enormous impact, creating a semi-circular crater, within which Doom stood motionless.

Doom stood there, his left shoulder armor shattered, but his shoulder skin undamaged. The toughness of his flesh and blood far surpassed that of steel, and his body stood as steady as a rock, an unyielding monument.

Guya has always understood that there is a huge gap between it and Doom, and they have never been evenly matched.

But unexpectedly, the real confrontation at this moment was a one-sided and ruthless crushing defeat.

It's impossible for any creature to emerge unscathed from such a violent collision, yet Doom stood there, perfectly still.

Doom walked silently to Guya and looked down at the orc leader who had been with him for so long. At this moment, Guya's body was like a broken porcelain bowl, covered with cracks.

He raised his foot and stepped on the orc leader's chest. His boots sent a erratic heartbeat through them. Without a doubt, the orc leader was about to die.

"Take my head off!" Feeling the tight pressure in his chest, Gu Ya gasped for air, just wanting to be free as soon as possible.

He was freed from a lifetime of humiliation and returned to his brother Mao's side.

“I don’t plan to kill you for now,” Doom shook his head, a chilling smile on his blood-stained face. “After you die, the orc army will scatter.”

At the most crucial moment, Doom cannot allow the tide of battle to turn.

“Dum,” Gu Ya gave a bitter laugh, his rough voice punctuated by short, labored breaths, calling out to the enemy commander before him.

He was a pure war machine, a born commander with rational thinking: "You are really powerful, possessing great strength, and you also know how to restrain your power."

"I consider myself honored to have been toyed with by you for half a year."

At that moment, Gu Ya suddenly felt relieved.

Failure is not due to one's own incompetence. Facing such an enemy, the process might be different if another orc were in charge, but the outcome would never change.

Having said that, he closed his eyes, refusing to look at the orcs being hunted.

Quietly wait, wait for the last orc to fall, then it will die and return to the embrace of Brother Gao Mao.

"Are you OK?"

Champion swordsman Harlan charged forward, his power armor splattered with orc blood.

He was slightly out of breath, and looking at Doom, who was covered in blood, and Guya, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, he asked with concern.

The impact was horrifying, and seeing Doom covered in blood, he asked to put his mind at ease.

It was his duty to protect the war lord. He knew of Doom's power, but he could not slack off in his own duties.

"It's alright, it can't hurt me," Doom replied with a smile. "Even ten more wouldn't be enough..."

Harlan carefully scanned Doom's body and, finding no wounds or suspicious bruises, nodded in relief.

He wiped out Gu Ya's personal guards, leaving no hidden dangers.

Watching Guya with great interest, the orc who used his honor as a stepping stone to become the boss, had another idea in mind.

They cut steel from the garbage truck, tied it to Guya with chains and cables, and told Dum to stand it up and stick it into the ground.

"Orcs! Look here!"

Harlan shouted triumphantly towards Garbage City, using the Ancient Tooth to strike the orcs with courage, washing away the humiliation brought by the farcical performance half a year ago.

As expected, the orcs fighting against the Night Guard amidst the ruins lost all courage upon seeing this and were terrified as their heads were severed.

"Today was so great! So satisfying..."

Before he could finish speaking, Doom suddenly looked up, quickly stepped forward, shielding Harlan behind him, and looked beyond the battlefield into the distance.

There, amidst the rolling hills, a powerful force gradually began to brew.

Doom sensed an unusual fluctuation, a chilling and sinister aura that made his hair stand on end—it belonged to psionic energy!

(Um! How about some votes?)

(End of this chapter)