Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 79 Tearing Down Their Defenses

Before Doom set off, the timing was precisely calculated so that the Titan Train would depart from the Guardian Main Domain, accelerate using the tracks, and crash into the shield of the City of Truth.

The Titan Train, speeding along like a high-speed bullet, crashed violently into the defensive shield of the City of Truth.

The first layer of shield is the Void Shield, which intercepts high-speed objects. Its principle is to transfer high-speed objects to the subspace. The Titan Train's speed is not high enough to activate it.

The second layer is a psionic shield, constructed by psionic spells guided by priests in robes and hoods on the wall, making it extremely robust.

Pure kinetic energy, even when released onto a psionic shield, is insufficient to penetrate it.

The Titan train, blocked by the shield, had all ten of its rear carriages derail, the immense kinetic energy propelling them forward and slamming them into the psionic shield.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Although the crashing carriages made a tremendous noise, they could only create ripples on the psionic shield and could not penetrate it.

"Whoo~"

The priest on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Titan Train was incredibly powerful, the impact force from pure kinetic energy was indeed not very strong.

The ceremony within the city is at a critical juncture and cannot be disturbed in the slightest. Once the ceremony succeeds, the City of Truth will be completely subspaced.

At that time, an endless army of demons will enter reality without hindrance, bringing the most cruel destruction to the Night Guardians.

The semi-circular shield of the carriage slid off and fell into the swamp below the city wall, splashing up countless rotten silt.

The Chaos Cult members beneath the city walls screamed and cursed incessantly, their exaggerated and distorted expressions mocking the Titan Train's powerlessness.

Their minds are dominated by chaos, venting distorted emotions.

"Pfft~"

The mechanical lock on the carriage that had fallen into the swamp opened automatically, and a thick, black liquid flowed out, quickly spreading over a large area of ​​the swamp.

"Promethium!" The cult members smelled the odor, their faces filled with terror, and they screamed a warning.

During the space colonization era, human pioneers collectively referred to all combustible chemical fuels as promethium.

The ghost in the shadows fired an incendiary round with a sniper rifle, hitting the promethium flowing in the swamp.

"Boom~"

A burst of flame shot into the sky, turning half of the sky red.

In the swamp, the Great Unclean and the Nurgle writhe in the flames, while poisonous insects and snakes screech and scream in the fire.

Those gnarled old tree branches, baked in the intense promethium fuel, then dried and burst open, becoming fuel for the fire.

The firelight cast an orange-red glow on the white armor of the Night Guardians as they watched mercilessly as the sea of ​​fire raged, and demons screamed and howled within it.

Doom is doing his homework very well, and with the knowledge imparted by the ancient saints, his understanding of demons is becoming increasingly profound.

Flames and swords are the most effective and direct means of dealing with demons.

Especially the Nurgle demons, the embodiment of corruption and germs, the walking Scourge carrying plagues.

Throughout history, high temperatures and flames have been the natural enemies of germs, and filth has been the master of corruption. This fear of flames has even been etched into the concept of evil gods.

The demons and germs born from its consciousness are naturally most afraid of fire.

A promethium fire ignited the filthy swamp, burning a path forward for the Night Guardians.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord screamed in the air as nine Treachery Demons formed a circle, their eyes gleaming with magical light. Each chanted a syllable to summon a magical rainstorm, attempting to extinguish the flames.

We must not let them succeed!
Promethium is not afraid of torrential rain; ordinary rain cannot extinguish chemical flames. But the Demon Lord of Myriad Changes wants to summon rain carrying concepts from the realm of chaos.

How can we stop them?

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord was hiding within the shield's range, protected by multiple shields, rendering ordinary methods completely ineffective.

Doom remained expressionless; he already had a plan.

Upon leaving the main domain, I selected several ancient weapons from the ancient armory to deal with the wizards' ever-evolving psionic techniques.

He took a large-caliber pistol from the belt buckle on his lower back. It was plain in appearance and had nothing special about it except for its huge caliber.

Doom handed the pistol to Harlan and had his guard fire.

It wasn't that he had any concerns; it was simply because his hands were too big to hold the pistol.

Harlan took the pistol with a beaming smile. These relics, sealed away in the old armory, were rarely used by some of the Night Guards during their long service.

No special aiming or distance considerations are needed; simply raise the pistol, aim at the target, and pull the trigger.

"Pat-pat-pat-pat~"

There was no sound of a bullet being fired, only the clear, hollow click of the trigger.

High above the City of Truth, the Nine-Headed Myriad Transformations Demon Lord fell straight down without letting out a scream.

This is an automatic smart gun—a concept weapon with very few surviving examples.

Its user only needs to see the selected target in their field of vision, raise the gun, and fire to hit the target. The concept of "guaranteed hit" is embedded in the gun itself, and the bullet will directly enter the target's brain and then detonate the bullet.

With a 100% hit rate, it's almost impossible for the target to escape. Combined with the "Spirit-Destroying Bullet" that can break through psionic energy, killing demons is not difficult.

The spell was interrupted, and the backlash of the psionic energy severed the slender throat of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, causing it to explode in the sky above the City of Truth.

Psychic energy is an extremely unstable form of energy, especially in the warp, where its power can become immense.

The powerful backlash was naturally strong as well. The empty sound of the failed psionic spell exploded in the sky, affecting the priests below who were maintaining the psionic barrier.

They were bleeding from their mouths and noses, making it difficult for them to concentrate on guiding the flow of psionic energy, and their psionic shields immediately failed.

"Night Guards! Charge with me! Tear through their defenses!"

Just then, Doom roared and led the Night Guards in a charge.

The swamp was evaporated by the promethium flames, and the high temperature raged across the parched land. The Night Guard followed in Doom's footsteps, charging towards the City of Truth on sparks.

Doom's steps were heavy as he restrained his body's berserk instincts and led the Night Guard in the charge.

The Chaos cultists swarmed forward, but Doom swung his warhammer, without activating the obstructing Disintegration Field, and blasted them into bloody pulp.

Harlan followed closely behind him, the artifact in his hand radiating a dark glow. When the broad blade tore through the cultist's body, it was even smoother than a dimensional light blade.

Moreover, with the death of the enemy, a surge of energy was drawn into his body, and Harlan felt no fatigue at all.

After drinking the "Primal Soup," his physical functions were greatly enhanced, and the champion swordsman's combat power increased by several levels.

The Night Guard's charging spears were too sharp, and the two at the tips of the spears were invincible. Cultists and demons blocking their way were all pierced through.

That overwhelming fighting spirit wounded the demon, and its unwavering will made the warp tremble!

Their formation was flawless, their charge unstoppable. The torrent of heavy infantry swept through, leaving only the trampled corpses of the enemy behind.

Weapons made from Nur crystal are extremely effective against demons.

Blessed by evil gods, their demonic bodies, almost immune to ranged attacks, were shredded by the extended blades.

Doom's body was stained with filthy blood, and sticky bits of flesh mixed with bone fragments.

Driven by savage power and filled with undying hatred, the warhammer in his hand smashed the cultists into exploding scum, and the demon was reduced to ashes with a single blow.

At this moment, the repression of the past faded from his eyes, and he poured out his pent-up hatred and rage towards the demon.

The runes on his chest flickered like breathing, and as he killed more and more demons, Doom grew stronger and stronger.

The guardians patrolling the city gates, shrieking and groaning, writhing their unclean bodies, waving their arms and pincers, approached with phantom-like steps.

Doom's left hand rushed up from below, grabbed its throat, and with a little force crushed the great demon's neck and tore off its head.

He swung his warhammer upwards again, sending the bloodthirsty monster that had leaped off the city wall in an attempt to challenge him flying, smashing its jaw and crushing its head.

Even with the help of the Night Guardians, the Great Demon could not escape death and was shattered into pieces, returning to the subspace.

Without stopping, Doom rushed to the city gate, grabbed a bunch of thorny vines, and uprooted them like trash.

"Drilling machine!" he growled, urging the soldiers carrying the equipment to hurry up.

Four Night Guards rushed up, carrying "drills" that could create holes in the final energy shield to allow troops to enter.

The principle of the drill is simple: it uses four Nur crystals to open a dimensional channel on the energy shield.

It's like inserting a tube into a bubble to allow air to circulate.

The passage opened up, and Doom looked at the heavy city gate made of fine steel in front of him. He lowered his body and exerted his strength, and his body disappeared from the spot in an instant.

"Bang!!!"

A dull thud echoed throughout the city, and the passage leading to the interior of the City of Truth was finally opened.

Everyone, including demons and priests, stared blankly at the tall figure standing in the smoke and dust of the city gate.

His flesh and blood were completely unharmed, but his shoulder armor was shattered.

The heavy city gate, weighing a thousand tons, flew up like a piece of paper, was sent flying dozens of meters, killing dozens of Chaos cultists along the way, plowing deep trenches in the ground, and finally embedding itself into the wall blocking the way.

"Sigh~"

No one could witness such a horrific scene without being terrified. The Chaos Cultists and priests gasped, feeling a chill run down their spines.

What kind of creature am I facing? Is such a being even human?
"You scum!"

Doom stormed into the city, covered in blood, wielding a heavy warhammer in one hand, his breath radiating terrifying heat.

His eyes swept over the hordes of enemies within the city, and his roar was filled with the determination to kill all his foes: "Dare to face me!"

(The noisy excavator is back!!!!)

(End of this chapter)