Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 91 The Sun Rises
Ten years later, the war that had devastated the Night Guard was over, and Nur, under the leadership of Doom, ushered in the greatest reign of his time.

Chaos remained completely still, as if it had never existed.

But Doom knew that chaos would one day return with unstoppable force.

He sealed away all his chaotic knowledge for later use.

All the guardians who fought in the City of Truth swore to keep silent and seal away the filth until their deaths.

Doom selected the most determined Night Guardians, taught them some Chaos knowledge, and had them patrol the planet with vehicles to prevent Chaos contamination.

The entire Nur region maintains a state of outward relaxation but inward tension.

The general public knows nothing about chaos, but the warriors have a clear definition of chaos and the warp.

There are gods in the subspace, and materialists acknowledge their existence.

But the existence of gods, so corrupt to the extreme, inspired a thought in the Night Guardians—to kill gods.

Today is a special day, the day Doom was crowned king.

Under Doom's powerful rule, after Nur's war wounds were healed, everything returned to normal, and Nur flourished.

"Only this outfit is worthy of you."

Flano stood before the enormous dressing mirror, dressing his brother in ceremonial armor and marveling at his magnificence.

The pure white armor was extremely magnificent, with patterns outlined in gold thread and gemstones adorning the edges.

Doom stood in front of the mirror, spreading his arms and letting the maids and his brother do as they pleased, as they dressed him in enormous armor.

He is five meters tall, and his physical development stopped five years ago.

After his growth stopped, Doom had his own full-coverage power armor and no longer had to look like a gladiator.

"Alright, it's time to head to the throne room. All the people of the world await to see their king."

Flano kept shaking his head in admiration, exclaiming, "How could such a heroic figure exist in this world? All the kings of the past would be proud of you!"

The platinum-gold armor exuded a sense of holiness, further highlighting his majestic figure and extraordinary heroic appearance.

"Let's go." Doom rarely showed a smile.

In recent years, he has become more composed and rarely expresses his emotions.

He entered through a side door, clad in armor, his scarlet cloak trailing behind him. Harlan's honor guard stood on either side, respectfully lifting the hem of his cloak.

The arrival of Doom silenced the air in the throne room; his brilliance was too dazzling.

As he sat solemnly on the throne, everyone in the hall held their breath, anticipating the sacred coronation.

Flano had already prepared the ancient crown of kings; he needed the assistance of the stone steps to crown his brother with both hands.

He felt a pang of regret; this was Daisy's or King Norwick's job, but now he was taking on it.

With trembling hands, he steadily placed the iron crown on his brother's head.

"Homage to King Norwick, King of Warriors!"

Wow~
Everyone in the throne room knelt; they came from all corners of the world and from the wilderness to pay homage to the greatest king.

Doom remained silent, merely raising his hand in a gesture that caused the kneeling crowd below to rise.

Everything was as before; the Nur people, who were subservient to the rule of Novik, presented gifts to the king and kissed his boots.

"Your Majesty King Norwick!"

A blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man dropped the gift, knelt down and gently kissed the shoes, then stood up and said to Doom, "I am very sorry about your mother's situation."

Doom gave the middle-aged man a friendly smile: "Thank you for your concern, Chief Klaus, but those things are beyond your control."

The man before her was the patriarch of the Klaus Knights family, Daisy's brother, and theoretically her uncle.

"The Knights are an indispensable force for Nur. In the days to come, we will work together to safeguard peace."

“No, I can’t forgive myself.” Klaus’s face grew more sorrowful. “She was murdered, and the knight was not there in time for the battle, unable to avenge her with his own hands.”

“I am her brother, and I swore to protect her for life.”

"Please accept my condolences." Doom placed a large hand on his shoulder, his voice gentle and calm, soothing the man who was on the verge of losing control: "Her passing is a grief that is hard for us to accept."

"I'm sorry, sir." Klaus was moved by the voice and quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath and stepped aside, realizing he had delayed the people behind him.

"Homage to the King of Warriors."

The second person was tall and handsome, but was wearing a transparent isolation suit.

He had several deformed joints, and knelt proudly before Doom, saying, "Greetings to King Norwick."

"Thank you for what you have done."

Doom gestured for him to rise. The mutation from the Second Pillar, the "City of Purity," was worthy of respect. All the residents of the City of Purity were descendants of Nur, whose genes had collapsed. To protect their genetic purity, they had left their homeland and confined themselves to the City of Purity, ensuring the safety of external genes.

While Doom was fighting the City of Truth, the Nurgle priests released a plague in the City of Purity, inducing genetic mutations and leading the undead to launch a sneak attack on the guardians of the main domain, but they were stopped by the fearless Nurgle.

The young man withdrew, bowed to everyone in the throne room, and left to return to the City of Purity.

"I salute you."

The night guards brought up a water vat. Inside was a woman with a beautiful face and a graceful upper body, covered with ruby ​​fish scales to conceal her private parts.

Its lower body is a blue fish tail that shimmers with colorful light.

Her voice was ethereal and melodious, echoing throughout the throne room, as she cradled a huge pearl in her fair arms.

"I apologize for what my ancestors did."

Doom gestured for Harlan to take the pearl, looked at the woman in the jar, and expressed his deepest apologies.

Even in humanity's most glorious period, humanity was not united; there were too many empires among the stars, attacking one another.

The woman in the vat was also descended from humans, and was taken back to Nur after the defeat.

Through genetic modification, they can be transformed into the appearance of the "mermaid" from human legend, providing amusement for people when playing at sea.

Such modified creatures are abundant in the oceans and mountains of Nur, and have even become a stable population.

They are all genetically modified creations made by humans for human entertainment.

"You don't need to apologize."

The mermaid hurriedly waved her hands, her delicate face filled with panic: "We are grateful to the Norwick family for giving us the status of 'commoners' instead of living as slaves."

"Don't panic," Doom nodded, reassuring the mermaid.

The procession continued forward, with dozens of representatives of all sizes, all of whom pledged their loyalty to Doom and were willing to submit to and defend the rule of the main domain.

At the end of the audience line were a grandfather and granddaughter; the grandfather was using a cane, and his granddaughter was carefully supporting him.

Their skin had an eerie whiteness, gleaming with a smooth, soft light; their hair was long and white; their eyes had no pupils, but rather a deep, mottled red from the subspace.

The grandfather and grandson, dressed in old-fashioned uniforms with bandages on their foreheads, supported each other.

"Greetings to the King of Norwick." The elder lifted the hem of her uniform skirt, pulling her granddaughter along as they prepared to kneel.

Doom raised his hand to stop the old man's movement and said to him in a gentle voice, "You don't need to kneel."

“Please give the elder a chair; he has something to say to me.”

From their expressions, Doom could see a mixture of anxiety and a deeply hidden excitement.

The mutants before us are genetic creations born of the technological age; their mutated genes can be stably inherited.

In that glorious era, countless ships sailed into the void, and these people with a third eye on their foreheads guided the ships on their way.

The Navigator—a relic from the Golden Age.

"Thank you for your kindness."

The old man pulled his granddaughter to sit down, pressing down on the girl's head with one hand to prevent her from offending the person on the throne.

“My lord. While exploring the subspace, my people and I discovered something unusual.”

"What's unusual?"

A glint flashed in Doom's eyes, and his attention sharpened considerably; he had to take the news about the warp seriously.

“It’s a golden beacon.” He was excited, a flush of excitement rising on his pale cheeks. “After confirmation and comparison, its location is ‘Terra’!”

boom!
Not only Doom, but everyone in the throne room was shocked by the old man's news, and they all looked at him with eager eyes.

"Are you sure?" Doom asked seriously, his face serious and his voice carrying a sense of authority.

"I'm sure," the old man replied firmly, his body shrank back and sweat beading on his forehead.

The throne room was deathly silent, but the excited heartbeats of the people could be heard.

Terra! The cradle of humanity, once again shone brightly, sending a signal into the starry sky.

Doom's expression was grave; he had to speed up some of his plans.

(Author's Note)

　Immediately remove the shield and expose the omnic rebellion. (Original reason for the rebellion)

　　I created a warship with extremely high stats for the main character's ride. I don't know if you guys will like it.
　　These scenes in the throne room, which originally had screen time, were all cut.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)