Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 83 Goodbye, Father!

The warhammer was severed, but Doom gripped the remaining handle and swung it with incredible speed, continuing his attack.

Khorne is the strongest warrior in the warp, while Doom is the strongest warrior in the real universe.

In the chaotic and evil realm of the warp, His power was immense, reaching its peak upon His descent.

Doom's rage and determination for revenge intertwined, transforming into a relentless barrage that poured forth upon the Blood God.

Weapons broken? Use your fists! Arms fueled by hatred transform into god-slaying iron fists, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

"Happy! So happy!"

The Blood God howled, dropping his greatsword and fighting with both fists, roaring as he clashed with Doom!
For this pure confrontation, Khorne even made a promise to His divine brother.

Because after this ceremony and decision, Doom's fate will be set in stone, no longer shrouded in uncertainty.

The gods will make him make a choice.

Fist against fist, foot against foot. Savage against savage, strength against strength.

The battle between a human and a god is terrifying!
The shockwaves they generated made Isaac tremble, and he kept his distance to protect himself.

He didn't even have the courage to spy—their actions were already beyond the sight of ordinary people.

Two beings beyond human comprehension, their attack speed was beyond the comprehension of a priest who had not yet fully ascended to demonic power.

Khorne is the embodiment of violence. He uses Norwick's body to vent his violence, adding a primitive and savage element to the battle with his bloody roars.

Norwick's dignity was distorted, his expression became ferocious like the embodiment of terror, and there was no reason in his blood-red eyes.

Doom fought with an iron-like silence, his eyes filled with only cold determination, his face both heroic and murderous, and the will for revenge etched into his brows.

Upon seeing his father's desecrated corpse, his iron fists grew stronger with each strike, as he challenged the Blood God for the sin of desecrating the body.

Sonic booms echoed continuously, and shockwaves swept wildly. The sacrificial pit trembled, and the chaotic realm shook.

The demons trembled, sensing the arrival of the will of the gods and facing a formidable foe.

The Night Watchers fought fiercely, their battle displaying a power only Doom could match; he was battling against a god!

The relentless rapid attacks caused Khorne to feel physically exhausted, which greatly displeased Him!
This mortal body gradually fell behind in the contest of pure strength and speed, and muscle strain began to appear during rapid movements.

The Blood God accelerated the absorption of chaotic power to maintain his body, but it still couldn't keep up with the rate of collapse.

Faced with Doom's fierce offensive, Khorne responded with equal ferocity.

Amidst the fierce attacks, his physical functions continued to decline, gradually revealing weaknesses.

Another hook came, and this time the Blood God couldn't stop it. He was hit straight in the chest, sending his descended body flying far away.

His body flew backward, his mouth and nose overflowing with crimson blood god power and jet-black chaotic power.

But He still cried out: "Not satisfying! Not satisfying! Not thorough enough!"

Khorne sensed something was amiss, and a fist aimed at his head was deflected, striking his chest instead.

He knew, of course, that Doom hesitated for a moment when he smashed the body's head.

This is my father's body. Even though it has been taken over, Doom still wants to reclaim the body and leave it intact.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Blood God braced himself with his hands on the ground, urging the body, which was on the verge of breaking, to stabilize itself as it fell.

Blood Eyes watched Doom rushing towards Him, shaking his head with displeasure and growling, "Impurity taints the battle! Don't let emotions cloud your purity!"

"What do you mean by 'pure'? A slaughtering machine that only knows how to fight?"

Doom responded to the sharp questions not with words, but with a barrage of punches, channeling his questions into his fists!
"This lowly body has reached its end. Or shall I help you achieve purity?"

He got sent flying again!

The Blood God cannot answer or understand emotions; He is the embodiment of pure violence and abhors anything that does not distort violence.

With the will of the Blood God, an endless river of blood descended from the warp, engulfing Norwick's standing corpse.

Doom immediately gave chase, rushing into the river of blood. He caught a physical entity in the crimson light and carried it away from the river.

The crimson light before his eyes vanished, and when he saw the corpse in his arms, all he saw was the terrifying, sinister grin of the Blood God.

Norwick's corpse was unrecognizable; his face resembled that of a bloodthirsty demon, his body glowed a blood-red hue, and he was encased in brass armor.

"I want you to die!"

Doom's eyes were bloodshot, and his last bit of fantasy vanished from his mind. All he wanted was to give his father a complete corpse. Such a simple wish disappeared under the manipulation of the evil god.

He lowered his arms, which were wrapped around the Blood God, and wrapped them around the Blood God's waist from behind, letting the rain of fists fall on him. Looking at the evil god struggling in his arms, the bruised and battered Doom looked directly into His eyes and said earnestly, "I am a human being, a person with flesh and blood and feelings!"

"Khorne! Remove him from his body and let him rest in peace."

"One day in the future, when I kill you, I will also give you a quick death!"

The large hand squeezed tighter and tighter, giving Khorne no chance to continue speaking, its burning eyes fixed on Him.

“Absolutely impossible…” Blood God conveyed his meaning with his eyes, then delivered an elbow strike to Doom’s head, causing blood to flow from his mouth and nose.

The Blood God is the embodiment of strife; how could he possibly yield to Doom's threats?
He loves Doom and desires His supreme favor. But His love, in all its forms, only allows acceptance, not rejection.

Doom bled from all seven orifices during the Blood God's counterattack, but he seemed oblivious, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Finally, he looked at the Blood God, whose body still bore a resemblance to his father's, and then closed his eyes.

With a sudden burst of force, a loud "crack" was heard, and the lumbar vertebrae of the Blood God's incarnation were crushed by a powerful force.

Any vertebrate becomes powerless without the support of the lumbar spine.

"No! No! No!" The Blood God screamed, waving his arms. He felt no killing intent in the killing, only deep pity.

"In your immortal life, mortals are merely passersby, and these petty emotions will only hinder you!"

This time, Doom did not respond to Him. He gripped the back of His neck and lower back with both hands, lifted Him high, and looked up at the struggling figure.

Without a beginning, there is no end; the gods can never understand.

Even now, when Doom thinks of King Norwick, a lingering warmth still wells up in his heart.

He gripped the Blood God's hands even tighter; it was time to send Him away and free his father.

"Get out of here, Khorne!"

His words were filled with nostalgia. Doom pulled Norwick down abruptly, his back slamming into his knee.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and a burst of blood mist erupted from Norwick's body as his mangled form could no longer hold on.

"This is really annoying!"

The Blood God's will vanished as a cloud of blood mist, leaving behind a message in the void filled with extreme displeasure.

The perfect battle He had hoped for ended in sorrow, failing to meet His expectations of a blood-pumping battle.

As He departed, Norwick's demonized corpse turned into ashes and vanished completely into the universe.

Doom reached out to grasp the ashes, but couldn't hold onto them; they were like a wisp of smoke that had never existed.

"Farewell, Father!"

She whispered her father's last words, and in her later memories, there wasn't even a grave to commemorate him.

Norwick was the kindling in Doom's life; he ignited himself and turned to ashes and dust, but that bright flame and warmth will forever remain in Doom's heart.

He stood up and turned around; now no one could stop his revenge!
His footsteps were like the tolling of a death knell, his face as cold as ice as he approached Isaac step by step, his eyes filled with a sharp killing intent like a carving knife, as if he wanted to slowly and agonizingly kill him.

Facing the enraged Doom, Azshara felt a sense of oppression and her body trembled involuntarily.

But he remained calm, without fear in his eyes, because he knew Doom loved Daisy.

The tall figure cast a shadow over the trembling Isaac, while Doom, with a cruel smile on his face, supported his shoulder.

Now the wizard and the warrior were face to face, and Isaac was sweating profusely, not daring to make any move.

The man before them had just sent the Blood God's will back to the subspace.

Faced with such a powerful being, any action by the priest to resist would invite a thunderous attack.

"Undo the ritual!" Doom smiled, but there was no real joy in his smile; his dark eyes were like a pool of still water.

Snap! With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the wizard's fragile, hollow bird bone shattered, and his entire shoulder collapsed along with it.

"Uh!"

With his extraordinary hearing, Doom heard Daisy's painful groans on the altar. His heart tightened, and he grabbed the priest and jumped onto the altar.

Daisy lay in the center of the altar, her body defiled by chaos, with the same collapse on her shoulder as Isaac's.

"Look at this! Doom..."

Isaac's black claws lifted his robe, revealing a body beneath that had no feathers, yet was also engraved with chaotic magic circles.

"The chaotic magic circle has bound my life to Ms. Daisy's; we are bound together by life and death."

(End of this chapter)