Chapter 201 8, Doom and Dukel

The 28-kilometer-long ship of the Heart of Fire lies in Terra's atmospheric orbit. The queen who carries the glory of the Empire quietly floats there, as quiet and powerful as ever.

This Queen of Glory-class battleship, which had been abandoned in history, returned with Dukel and was selected as the Primarch's vehicle. She rose with the returning Primarch, witnessed the victory of war after war, offered her loyalty to the Primarch, and silently guarded every loyal soldier of the Empire she carried.

But at this moment, this quiet queen was rarely agitated. The whole ship trembled slightly, the deck and damper dinged, the machine soul hummed a faint song, and everyone on the Heart of Fire felt a pleasant atmosphere.

But soon, they understood why the machine soul was happy.

Doom is back, and the Heart of Fire welcomes this long-lost wanderer.

In the past five years, Doom has walked among the stars on behalf of the Lord of Destruction, and has experienced hundreds of battles, just to spread his father's heroic name in the galaxy.

With a balanced pressure, the Firewing fighter landed on the deck of the Heartfire hangar.

Doom led the crowd out, followed by Krieg's elects, who were his guards, twenty-two Doomsday warriors painted in the same black and green. Even though they had carefully cleaned their armor before coming here, dried blood could still be seen between the gaps in their armor.

Five years of fighting, their armor was covered with medals of honor, and the paper sealed with ink had lines of small words recording their great achievements. The golden emblem of the Second Legion on the left shoulder made them closely united at all times. The sound of their boots stepping on the ground was so loud, and every tall and proud warrior was ready to fight any enemy at any time.

Even on the Primarch's vehicle, they would unconsciously scan the enemies around them. Each of them was an angel of destruction and a king on the battlefield.

"Make way for Commander Doom! Make way for the savior of the southern star zone, the guardian of the Eye of Terror, and the sons of the Warmaster!"

The mortal herald shouted breathlessly, loudly announcing the achievements of the warriors. There was a large flow of people on the apron, and the herald's voice caused a lot of exclamations. When many imperial people looked at them, they showed surprise and curiosity in their eyes.

These hurried bureaucrats and nobles were not familiar with the soldiers of the Second Legion, but this did not prevent these mortals from having awe in their eyes, and humbly making way for these proud warriors.

Doom and his men's steps were as agile as beasts, and the heavy power armor could not hinder their actions at all. They walked lightly on the deck, and their steady and powerful marching steps echoed near the flag of the Heart Fire.

When they walked to the exit of the hangar, a team of the Second Legion was already there to welcome the soldiers back.

Although this team looked no different from ordinary soldiers, Doom could tell at a glance that they were all elite soldiers in the Heart Net.

A nun walked out from the flag of the welcoming team, with white hair and delicate face, like a perfect porcelain. This battle sister did not have the wild breath of war, and looked reserved, like a flawless saint made of beautiful jade.

"Doom Slayer, welcome back to the Heart Fire." Efilar wore the same black, gold and red armor as the original body. She lifted the blood-colored cloak lightly, and the saint outlined an elegant and perfect etiquette.

"Also, welcome home, Doom."

"Greetings, Ms. Efilar." Doom also smiled respectfully in return.

For almost everyone on the Soul Fire, the saint in front of them was a lady who could not be offended, even if he was the eldest son of the Primarch.

"Doom, the Primarch has prepared a new room for you, you can have a good rest there." Efilar looked at the blood stains between the gaps in the armor of the Doom Slayer and continued,

"After five years of fighting, you have become stronger, but also weathered."

"No need to rest, thanks to my father's power, I am never tired." Doom replied, "My mission is urgent, please let me see my father now."

"What happened?" Efilar asked.

"Near the Eye of Terror, the power of darkness is gathering, and the enemies of the Empire seem to be united. I need my father's revelation."

"I see, please follow me." Efilar nodded.

Led by the saint, the group went straight to the location of the Primarch, which was a laboratory inside the Soul Fire Mechanical Factory, and also the place where the scientific research team performed their duties.

Doom was not unfamiliar with this location. In the past long-term interactions, he knew that this was the Primarch's favorite place to stay.

Looking at everything around them that was familiar yet unfamiliar, the Doom Soldier all lamented the changes here.

They took the elevator to the top of the Dukel Mechanical Workshop, which was a laboratory covered by a huge metal dome. In the eyes of the Primarch, this was the most important place on the Heartfire.

Countless scholars and scientists burned their talents here, and a large number of inspirations collided with each other, eventually forming a great creation that gathered the top wisdom of mankind.

Doom and the Doom Warriors walked in along an arched entrance corridor, passed through the gorgeous and tall passage, and finally came to the door of the original body laboratory as if they were walking through a huge maze.

When they approached here, twenty-two members of the Psychic Guard swarmed out from both sides of the gate. Each of them was an extraordinary combat nun, strictly guarding the front of the gate to prevent Doom from entering.

A nun with black hair and black eyes walked out from among them. She had a temperament completely opposite to that of the nuns. She wore a black, gold and red power armor, looking casual and rebellious.

"Efilar, why did you bring him here so quickly? Didn't you say to wait a little longer?" Shivara complained to her sister as soon as she appeared.

Then Shivara looked at Doom.

"Hello, young man. I haven't seen you for five years. You have become more mature." As she spoke, she looked carefully at the Doom Slayer in front of her. When she saw that the original doll on Doom's waist was still well preserved, the captain of the Psychic Guard nodded slightly.

Doom was the first Doom Slayer to undergo surgical transformation, and Shivara was the first nun to give the Doom Slayer a doll.

Therefore, even though Shivara has a casual personality and sometimes doesn't even look like a nun, but more like a soldier. But she is still one of the nuns with the deepest feelings for the Doom Slayer.

"Doom, I advise you to wait here for a while."

"Ms. Shivara, please let me in. I have an important mission." Faced with the nun's obstruction, Doom was also somewhat helpless.

"Tsk tsk." Hearing this, Shivara seemed to have seen something extraordinary, and she was amazed.

"I haven't seen you for five years. The young boy who used to be young has begun to ignore my advice." The nun walked over and hooked the medal on Doom's chest with her finger. She looked at the small words on the medal and read them out word by word.

"Lord Doom, the savior of the Southern Star Region?"

"Ms. Shivara, I do have an urgent matter." Hearing the nun's teasing, Doom showed a helpless smile.

"Okay, but you will regret it, I promise you." Shivara snorted and opened the door of the laboratory.

When the tightly closed metal door slowly opened with the hum of the machine, the sounds and smells inside came out all at once.

The sound of conversation, quarrel, and insults mixed with the smell of ink and paper.

Doom and the Doom Warriors walked in. Until they saw many familiar great sages of the Mechanicus, such as Cawl, Visi, and Karen, they still couldn't believe that such a noisy environment would actually be a hall where the top scholars of the empire gathered.

He saw a group of large senior sages whispering around a small machine. He saw a group of white-haired scientists arguing over a blueprint.

"Dum, you're back." A cold mechanical voice sounded, and the current Mars Casting General Gris saw them and gave them guidance.

"His Highness Dukel is in the office at the end of this passage."

Gris's mechanical arm pointed to a corridor.

"Thank you for your guidance, Lord Gris." Doom saluted.

"He has no good intentions. This old guy is full of bad water." But then, Doom heard Shivara's cold snort.

"The heart of those who engage in technology is dirty." The nun continued, "Of course, except for His Highness, my Lord's character is still as noble as before, and it shines more brightly than the stars."

Doom was very tactful and ignored Shivara.

He walked silently to the end of the corridor.

The more he walked in this direction, the more Doom could feel the hot atmosphere. Familiar courage once again filled his chest, and the gene seed in his body also jumped up.

The warrior was excited, and he knew that the father of genes was waiting for him in the room at the end.

But when they were less than a few dozen meters away from there, they suddenly heard a loud roar from inside the room.

"Stupid, idiot, trash!" Dukel's angry roar was like a heavy punch hitting their chests. Even a strong warrior like Doom felt the suffocation.

"I really admire your courage. You dare to put such a design drawing on my desk!" The original body's angry rebuke came one after another.

"Take it back and redesign it. If I see such a thing again, I will dig out your biological brain and stuff it into your mechanical ass!" In Dukel's office, there was a sound of paper being torn.

"And this design drawing, which genius designed it? I said that compared to power, accuracy can be prioritized later. But a sniper rifle loaded with annihilation bullets has an effective killing radius of 100 kilometers. You call this a sniper rifle? - Come on, this genius, tell me what the advantage of this sniper rifle is compared to bipolar fish-?"

"This is to vent the anger of Om Messiah, my lord!" An unyielding scholar argued in the room.

"Fuck Ohm Messiah!" Duker slammed the table angrily, "If Ohm Messiah sees something like this, he will dig out your mechanical brains and stuff them into your biological asses!"

"But."

"No buts! My mechanical workshop does not produce garbage, take it back and redesign it!"

"Sir, are you saying that my design is also garbage?"

"No, you misunderstood." The Primarch continued, "I mean, everyone here is garbage!"

".Okay, thank you for your teaching, sir."

The door of the office was reopened, and more than a dozen mechanical sages filed out, and they fled dejectedly.

When they passed by the Slayer of Destruction, they just looked up and then continued to leave as if no one was around, and their figures looked very lonely.

Doom didn't care about their rudeness, he was thinking about another problem at the moment.

"Ms. Shivara, is it too late for me to go back to my room and rest now?" Feeling the anger from the Primarch venting in the office, he couldn't help but stop and ask the black-haired and black-eyed nun behind him,

"I mean, I suddenly feel that my own affairs are not so urgent, so I'd better not disturb my father today."

"Hehe." Shivara smiled gently, "What do you think?"

Doom: "."

Doom was almost pushed to the door of the Primarch's office by the nuns.

When the warrior stood here, he had to take that difficult step.

Duker sat behind the desk, and the feather pen in his hand was like a light elf, jumping on the draft paper without any delay.

Against the backdrop of books and manuscripts, the Primarch outlined a figure full of bookish atmosphere.

This was not the first time, and Doom once again sighed that Duker could switch between the identities of general and scholar so perfectly.

At this time, Dukel raised his head from his desk and looked at the tall heir who was walking towards him.

"Doom." He said, the name echoed between the design and the book, and finally remained on the tip of the quill pen, becoming a name that made the Primarch happy.

"I haven't seen you for five years, child, I'm so happy to see you." Dukel's voice sounded sincere.

Doom knelt on one knee for his master like a knight, and the heavy armor could not hinder the movement of the powerful warrior.

"Aren't you angry for my rash coming?" He said quietly, waiting for the blame.

"Angry, for what reason?" Dukel said gently.

"I disturbed your research and brought you bad news."

"In the past five years, you have brought me good news one after another." Dukel's smile was clearly visible in his voice, "Maybe I never told you that I sometimes hope you will bring me bad news. As your father, I am willing to solve the troubles you encounter. It's just that you have always been too perfect, you are independent and proud, so today I can tell you this in person."

Doom raised his head and looked at the original body with some confusion. He thought he knew Dukel very well. His genetic father was proud and invincible, so every Doom Soldier held himself to the same standard.

But today, Dukel gave him a completely opposite request.

But Doom did not reject this feeling. This was a strange feeling that he had never experienced when he was a mortal soldier of Krieg.

"My Lord, I need your help. Please give me some enlightenment."

Dukeer sat behind his desk and looked at him, the smile in his eyes became more obvious.

"Stand up and talk, kid, there's no need to kneel."

Dukeer stood up. In the war with the devil, he absorbed enough power. Now he was over three meters tall, almost taller than the imperial guards. His armor collided with each other with his movements, making a sound of metal clashing.

"You look good, stronger and more powerful. The mission of fighting in the galaxy is very suitable for you, my son." Dukeer said, "Now tell me, what happened in the galaxy that even you feel embarrassed."

Dukeer stood aside respectfully, his words were concise and clear, "I detected unusual fluctuations in the outpost of the Eye of Terror, the Vigilant Star. My brothers and I have been investigating there for a week and found that many dark forces are moving towards there. And I also noticed that some dark traces have suddenly emerged in recent years. I suspect."

Dukeer hesitated to speak.

"You can speak frankly here." Dukor remained calm and was not shaken by his words.

"Do you suspect that Horus also went there?"

"Not only him, father." Dum replied.

"And my other brothers?" Dukor guessed, "Motarion? Lorgar? Perturabo?"

"I can't be sure, sorry, sir. When I noticed those unusual signals, I led my brothers to retreat back to Terra urgently." Dum said apologetically.

"No, Dum, you did a good job." Dukor walked out and patted the other's shoulder gently,

"War is about using the hardest part to hit the softest part of the enemy. Doom, I am very glad that you did not show off your bravery and led your brothers to fight to the death against enemies that they did not fully understand."

"Thank you for your generosity." Doom lowered his head humbly and did not take credit for it.