Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 81 This is a trap

Isaac's smug laughter rang out, and his triumphant bird head appeared on the colorful barrier wall, looking down at the Night Guard from different directions.

At this moment, the Night Watchers were like birds in a cage, and Doom was a caged beast.

External support forces attacked the barrier with artillery fire, but the cold creations of physical laws were futile before the chaotic barrier.

In the distorted, chaotic demonic realm, darkness is a twisted serpent, writhing and crawling on the ground, while light is like a frightened deer, struggling and fleeing frantically.

"Brothers! Watch out for flesh contamination! The power armor is undergoing flesh mutation!"

The will of flesh and blood is spreading, and the Night Guardians, fighting fiercely, discover that fresh flesh buds are growing on the surface of their armor.

He roared to his comrades, urging them to pass on the important message: "This is no longer the real world; the corrupting power of the gods is affecting our equipment!"

From the moment they entered the city, the communication channels were filled with the screams of demons, forcing them to cut off all communications.

In the chaotic, disordered space, demons faced no obstacles. They easily broke through space, appearing from all sorts of unexpected places.

Sometimes, before they even appear, the arms control weapons to pierce directly into the warrior's body.

In the realm of chaos, malice surges, individual demons grow ever stronger, and the concept of immortality becomes increasingly clear.

Boundless chaotic evil thoughts descended, extinguishing the warrior's unwavering will.

The twisting vortex of gravity pulled and tugged, making the Night Guardian unsteady on his feet, and the chaotic light distorted the view in his eyes.

"trap?"

In the chaotic realm, Doom punches and kills the demons around him in a battlefield where demons dance wildly.

His question was low and clear, reaching everyone's ears.

With a bloodthirsty demon beneath his feet, his warhammer pointing straight to the sky, his face stained with blood yet radiating a cruel brilliance: "Can a sheepfold contain a fearless warrior? Or can a lasso capture a dragon?"

"I brought my warriors here for only one purpose!"

Doom raised his warhammer high with both hands, his eyes filled with genuine and pure determination, and let out a rousing roar: "Destroy everything here!"

"Bang!!!"

The thunderous crash of the warhammer hitting the ground was deafening, and the earth-shattering blow, imbued with unwavering resolve, shook the heavens and the earth!
This hammer blow seemed to strike the entire City of Truth, using will and power to forcefully shake the entire chaotic realm.

The barrier was shaking, and space was hissing.

The demon was dizzy and disoriented, staggered by the clash of absolute wills.

The heavy hammer that Doom unleashed was not a physical attack, but rather a strike of will and fury through the warhammer, striking the very essence of chaos.

Isaac's consciousness projection flickered on and off on the chaotic barrier. His consciousness, which extended from the chaos, also suffered a severe blow.

The laws of gravity have been restored, and the chaotic realm, which had no distinction between up, down, left, or right, has returned to three-dimensional constraints amidst the spinning of the heavens and the earth.

With this strike! Darkness recedes, and light returns!
"You are truly powerful! This is beyond my expectations. There is a reason why the gods have chosen you."

Isaac said admiringly, shaking the bird's head to shake off the dizziness in his head.

That earth-shattering blow caused the Chaos Wizard, who was far away in the city center, to lose his footing and fall to the center of the eight-pointed star.

A terrifying strength and unwavering will. These fueled boundless jealousy within Isaac's already frenzied heart.

The power that people strive for in life is the ability that others are born with.

He knelt down and begged the gods for mercy, but the gods’ gaze remained fixed on Doom.

However, the thought of what was about to happen filled Isaac with a forbidden pleasure, the thrill of orchestrating and toying with the fall of a demigod.

Becoming servants of the gods is a perfect blasphemy against an indomitable will.

Kneeling at the feet of the gods and kissing their toes is the greatest revenge against them!

"Cluck~ Cluck~ Cluck~"

With a gleeful, sinister laugh, Isaac channeled the power of chaos, joining the priests of several other gods in launching a grand ceremony.

The images on the barrier disappeared, and the chanting of incantations came from the darkness, filling Doom with urgency.

He knew perfectly well that the servants of Chaos would not give up the fight, and that more evil was gathering.

As the Night Guardian falls in battle, facing the surging demonic tide, their physical functions become exhausted, and their highly stressed nerves become even more strained.

These brave and fearless soldiers followed me without complaint or regret; I must bring them back!

With this in mind, Doom swung his warhammer even more fiercely and quickened his pace toward the center of the ceremony.

Through the hole in the sky, chaotic power surged forth even more powerfully as the incantation was recited, pouring back into the chaotic barrier and strengthening the demon's power.

"tick~tick~"

As the priest chanted, pale green raindrops began to fall from the sky.

This is not normal rain; it is a blessing from Nurgle, the Chaos God, a painful test of life.

"呲~"

The corrosive effect of tooth acid was palpable, and the dense raindrops seeped in through the gaps in the dimensional shield's flashing light. Harlan, in a lull between wielding his dark light to kill enemies, saw the raindrops fall onto his power armor, gradually emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The armor plates, eroded by the scorching green rain, peeled off and festered like rotting flesh.

"Corrosive raindrops!"

The champion swordsman roared anxiously, relaying his discovery.

"Harlan Oglieve!"

Doom growled ahead, summoning his guards.

The appearance of corrosive acid rain made him realize that, at the current rate of advance, all of the Night Guard's weapons and equipment would be rendered ineffective by the time they reached the center of the ceremony.

That would be an even greater disaster.

In the realm of chaos, armor is of paramount importance, serving as a crucial line of defense against mutation and erosion.

The only way now is to temporarily abandon the troops around us and stop the ceremony from continuing.

"Follow me!" Doom was at the forefront, waiting for Harlan to approach him, intending to lead the guards into the center of the ceremony.

Only Harlan could keep up with his speed, slowing down to wait for him while ensuring he could move forward quickly.

"Everyone else, form a defensive formation. Rely on obstacles that haven't mutated to resist the demon's attack, and await further instructions!"

"go!"

After giving the order, Doom led Harlan away from the group, using himself as the spearhead, and charged straight towards the center of the Chaos Octagon.

The Night Guards are so disciplined and tactically adept that they don't need any extra orders; they'll take care of themselves.

The demonic rain poured down. The master and servant advanced rapidly through the chaotic demonic realm.

"These little devils are relentless!" Harlan ran at full speed, following behind Doom, able to rest for a bit while dealing with a few demons that surrounded him from the side or behind.

"The minions of chaos are endless; only by interrupting the ritual can we prevent them from entering reality."

The giant before him wielded his warhammer in a phantom fashion, and no demon could approach.

In the realm of chaos, time is disordered, and distance is a vague concept. Distance does exist in a quantifiable quantity, but it is not something that can be reached at will.

For powerful beings like Doom, distance is fixed; they can actively approach or move away.

For ordinary mortals or Harlan, the existence of distance is abstract.

They may be close to their destination, but they cannot actively approach or leave; they are forced to passively accept the chaos and disorder.

You might walk for ten thousand years and never reach your destination, or you might appear right next to it in the next second.

The two of them were extremely fast.

Doom didn't need to dodge or take a detour; supported by his powerful willpower, the Chaos Realm retreated.

The iron boots stepped into the void, and the ground emerged from beneath their feet. Houses blocked their way, but the next second, space folded like a kaleidoscope, becoming a smooth road.

Only the great demons seated by the four gods are qualified to block Doom's path. Ordinary demons cannot even get close and are burned to ashes by their burning will.

The two slayed demons along the way, and Doom arrived at the center of the eight-pointed star, where a circular sacrificial pit was visible to the naked eye.

Due to the angle, the specific details of the sacrificial pit cannot be seen.

Doom felt a jolt in his heart, and an ominous premonition crept into his mind.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

A nauseating jeer rang out; he heard a voice that was both familiar and strange.

Doom's icy rage flared instantly! How could he possibly forget the owner of that voice: "Ennio Norwick!"

Beneath a twisted tower of thorns, Ennio strode out, dragging a warped longsword whose bizarre curves scraped foul-smelling slime from the ground.

His refined appearance was gone, his blond hair had turned somewhat pale, and one of his emerald eyes had turned an eerie purple.

“No!” Doom looked at his former brother with no pity in his eyes: “Your existence tarnishes the name of ‘Norwick’!”

"So you're going to kill me, my brother?"

Doom looked at Ennio and raised his warhammer without saying a word.

"Hand him over to me! You shouldn't bear the guilt of fratricide." Harlan stepped out from behind, blocking the two and gesturing for Doom to leave quickly: "You stop the ritual, I'll handle him!"

"Okay." Doom glanced at Ennio and continued forward.

He had full confidence in Harlan. Near the center of the ritual, there were fewer demons, and Harlan would definitely not lose to Ennio in a one-on-one fight.

Ennio did not stop him; instead, he gracefully made a "please" gesture.

The possessed Guardian Demon almost burst out laughing at the thought of what was about to happen.

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