Doraemon for an imperfect world

"This……"

Everyone was a little hesitant. After all, laying down their weapons while being hunted was almost tantamount to seeking death. However, out of trust in Vladimir, no one raised any objections in the end.

Then, Vladimir silently walked around the crowd, and the mechanical servant passed by him.

"What are you doing, sir? Come on, hurry up and follow me..."

"Open fire," Vladimir said coldly.

The mechanical servants immediately raised their weapons, the equipment began to operate, and artillery fire poured out.

Then, there was an undisputed massacre.

Vladimir ignored the roars and shouts, letting the smoke, fire, and noise fill his ears. He waited until everything was over before he walked forward nonchalantly, took off his clothes and threw them in the pool of blood, and took off his shoes after walking out.

"Sir...don't...be controlled..."

Eh……

Vladimir turned around helplessly and looked at Dukat who was lying in a pool of blood and still trying to crawl towards him. This incredibly stupid guy actually thought that he was controlled by someone else?

This is really... Never mind, what is there to talk to these ignorant people?

He simply ordered the servitors to continue firing, shredding his clothes to create evidence that he had died there.

After that, he took out the walkie-talkie again and dialed the signal of his alien allies, which at least at this moment could still be used.

But as soon as the intercom signal was connected, he heard a wailing sound from the other side:

"Why, what does the Laughing God want?"

"Who knows? Let's keep the suspense a little longer before the curtain officially opens."

"Wait! No, you can't do this—"

With a scream, the communication equipment on the other side was completely destroyed.

Vladimir sighed silently. It turned out that the aliens were a group of guys who were more likely to cause trouble than to do good.

But it doesn't matter, at least he still has his most important thing.

He came to the center of the secret passage and picked up a book fixed on a black iron stand, but he didn't notice that the font on the cover was slightly squirming, changing to another name:

The Book of Changes

Volume 1: Chapter 35: Torn Reality

Kiya and Doraemon passed through the passage opened by the piercing ring on the heavy iron door, and then looked around in some confusion.

Something was changing, and it was so obvious that even she, who was usually slow-witted, noticed something was wrong. The dark and narrow tunnel seemed to be undergoing some kind of change. The patterns on the walls were constantly changing and forming complex combinations. There seemed to be some unspeakable meaning in those combinations, so she couldn't help but move closer to observe it carefully.

Well, I don’t understand it at all.

Kiya looked away as if nothing had happened and stood beside Doraemon as if nothing had happened.

The air was filled with low whispers and she listened carefully. It seemed to be some extremely profound knowledge, but when she concentrated her attention, it turned into another sound.

——But she still didn’t understand.

She could feel the knowledge circling around her like a living being, madly trying to penetrate into her mind, but perhaps because her skull was too thick, the knowledge had to give up after trying twice.

This made her feel a little ashamed and angry, and she felt a little irritated for no reason.

Kiya gave up thinking. It was so tiring to use her brain. It was easier to just chop people.

She stood up, shouting the name of the God-Emperor as she charged forward, smashing the mechanical servants into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables. Her blade seemed to be getting sharper and sharper, and there was even red blood light flowing in the air as she swung it.

Thanks to this inexplicable anger, the bewitching whispers seemed unable to affect her mind.

"How is this going?"

Doraemon also discovered something was wrong at this time. The long and narrow passage was wriggling slightly, as if it had come alive. Fine frost began to appear out of thin air in the metal passage, reflecting a bizarre and ever-changing light. While walking, both of them saw strange colors that should not have existed here from the changing angles of light and shadow.

Going further, there seemed to be something gently wriggling on the ground. Doraemon couldn't help but move closer, and was immediately shocked by what he saw.

"Whoa!"

There was a pile of corpses that had been rotted into pieces of flesh. At this moment, they were merging with the passage itself. Eight faces filled with disbelief were imprinted on the metal, squirming as if trying to let out a silent wail.

Something is not right...

Doraemon swallowed his saliva and began to retreat because of the horrifying scene before him.

"How about we go back?" Doraemon said nervously, "I feel like I shouldn't stay here any longer."

"Huh?" Kiya was stunned for a moment. "Um... okay."

Although she didn't know why Doraemon suddenly wanted to go back, she knew that Doraemon was a very powerful iron man, so there must be a deeper meaning behind it. As for what the deeper meaning was, she was too lazy to think about it.

Although she was very reluctant, Kiya was a good and obedient child.

So Kiya put down her weapon obediently, followed Doraemon and started running in the opposite direction.

The passage twisted and squirmed, and the abstract patterns began to become simple, with low-Gothic characters appearing on them.

Doraemon took a look and was a little confused.

——As a cat-shaped robot from the 22nd century, it does have a soul that can leave the body, but this soul has nothing to do with the subspace at all.

As for Kya…she couldn’t read.

Then, the strange, demonic wind shifted its trajectory once more, revealing an environment so indistinguishable from reality that it lay before her. Every step Kya took seemed to transcend countless illusions. She witnessed the Empire's atrocities on countless worlds, the holy Angel of Death crushing the skulls of aliens, and the countless piles of bones crushed beneath the millions of monuments praising the Empire's achievements...

But Kya still didn't understand what that meant. Hadn't the Empire always been like this?

As an alien, this is indeed a terrifying scene when you think about it carefully, but the problem is that her mind is empty and she doesn't even think about it carefully.

——Failed intelligence assessment.

But even so, the pervasive whispers continued to confuse the two of them, and the entire passage seemed to be distorted.

Front and back, up and down, past and future, time and space.

This intricate maze seems to be turning into a dark maze. Anyone who falls into it will be like a mayfly in a whirlpool, unable to escape.

"Never mind, in that case—anywhere door!"

As the feeling of uneasiness gradually grew, Doraemon was almost eager to leave here, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered something extremely terrifying out of the corner of his eye.

That was... Doraemon turned his head stiffly. In this maze where time and space were completely distorted, he took out his air cannon without thinking and aimed it forward:

A man was flipping through a book with a frantic look on his face. The words on the book kept twisting and changing as if they were an animation made with AI. The book itself gradually merged with the man's hands. The pages turned by themselves, and the characters climbed onto the man's body and drilled under his skin. The sounds of the pages reacting intertwined and overlapped, reflecting countless different names in the endless changes.

Xin Liezhi, the messenger of hope, the weaver of destiny, the fraudulent counselor, the supreme eagle, the master of deceit, the Qingbao Tianzun...

The ether detector in the maze made a heavy muffled sound. After nine alarms, it was finally destroyed by the huge load and whimpered and emitted thick black smoke.

The man's body began to melt little by little and merge with the ground. During the past eighty-one years of his life, he experienced many events. Some people worshipped him, some feared him, some were grateful to him, and some hated him. His existence deeply affected the fate of the entire planet.

And today, the emotions and destiny accumulated in him finally erupted. Using this nine-layered maze as the basis of the ritual, he finally succeeded in tearing the curtain of reality!

By that time, the momentum had built, and the mighty power that changed the world could not wait to reach out to the most precious and powerful machine in the entire galaxy.

In an instant, the horrific fantasy began to expand wantonly, and a red light bloomed in Kiya's eyes, forcing her to stop this act that was hated by the Blood God. The one on the brass throne was still reluctant to give up the most precious trophy, but Doraemon was submerged in an instant.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, shattered stars, extinguished stars, the Milky Way torn apart, piles of rats... rats!!!

“Old, old, old, old…rat!!!”

Subconsciously, Doraemon, consumed by immense fear, almost instinctively drew out his most powerful weapon:

"Galaxy Destroyer Bomb—"

Possessing an extinction weapon capable of literally destroying the entire galaxy, a discounted item even a child-rearing robot can buy from a department store, and the most effective tool capable of eradicating any species of rats!!!

But Doraemon didn't have time to use this weapon.

A golden light flashed, and a flaming sword appeared.

The God of Love also joins the game.

Volume 1: Chapter 36: The Struggle of Five Gods

The subspace is the spiritual space corresponding to the material world, in which time and space have chaos and disorder that transcends causal logic, just like thinking itself. This also gives the destructive power of the Supreme Heaven a power that is close to omniscience and omnipotence.

——Except for facing Doraemon, an iron man of unknown origin who claims to be from the third millennium.

If humans back then could really create this kind of thing, then given the usual style of those racist tech lunatics, not to mention the aliens, even the warp demons would have been captured and thrown into concentration camps and transformed into soaps of different flavors.

They couldn't be sure how many strange props Doraemon had, because it had nothing to do with the subspace, but they could see the effects of each prop that had been taken out.

For example, the possibility of the bomb before us includes the possibility that if it were to explode, it could bring the entire galaxy to ashes...

Unexpected...

Blue feathers scattered everywhere, and the God of Change insisted that this was part of his plan. At least through his expression of extreme fear, he had already faced the most dangerous weapon the other party could use.

——Of course it wasn’t a near-accident.

But as always, the destructive powers of the Warp are not united, and their conquests against each other have never stopped. Perhaps they can temporarily unite for some common goals, but the moment the channel to the Warp is truly opened, the seemingly unbreakable alliance is instantly shattered in a roar.

The irreconcilable war between the Most Merciful, the Most Tyrannical, the Most Cunning, the Most Indulgent, and the Sufferer on the Golden Throne has just begun.

“Waaaaaah…eh?”

Doraemon, who was so scared that his fur stood on end and was about to detonate the bomb at all costs, suddenly reacted. He quickly put the bomb away in shock and rushed into the portal with Kiya, who looked a little abnormal. However, when they arrived outside the secret passage, they found that the changes were actually far more than what they saw.

The entire palace began to twist, and a huge column of light shot up into the sky, tearing through the clouds and creating a huge eye-like crack in the sky. Thick dark clouds flashing with thunder began to swirl and roar around it, and green, red, blue, purple, pink and golden lights intertwined continuously. Many strange and terrifying entities that seemed to appear only in nightmares poured out from it.

boom--

First, a bloated, terrifying figure covered in rotten pus-filled sores landed not far from Doraemon. The next moment, it was bisected by a tank-sized axe from a muscular, red figure with bulging muscles, horns, and wings. Then, a seemingly delicate humanoid appeared, a bird-like monster draped in blue feathers, and a black-armored warrior blazing with flames...

They all seem to want to catch Doraemon, but they don't want others to get close to Doraemon. This leads to the absurd situation that there is a temporarily safe vacuum area around Doraemon.

And further away, entire planets, galaxies, and even sub-star regions were shrouded in the sudden subspace storm. All kinds of illusions began to spread among the people, chaos and cults began to breed. It is foreseeable that distress signals will soon fill the communications of the entire star region, constantly testing the bloated and sluggish administrative system of the Empire.

"Don't hesitate any longer."

Just when Doraemon was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him. He turned around nervously, only to see the exaggerated figure who had previously called himself a clown and many other companions appearing not far away.

"Follow me. If we enter the webway, we still have a chance."

"Wait a minute!" Kiya grabbed Doraemon. The purple in her eyes had been replaced by scarlet. An indescribable rage was evident in her roar. "They are all aliens! Aliens cannot be trusted!"

Several clowns looked at each other and didn't want to waste any more time looking at the woman who was obviously abnormal. They didn't have much time, and the possibility of stealing the results under the sight of the gods was infinitely close to zero. If they were not careful, they would be accidentally crushed to death like bugs on the gloves of two boxers. Even the God of Laughter himself could not have the lingering charm to protect their souls.

As Eldar, their thinking is inherently different from that of humans. Even during the Beast Wars, a Harlequin Troupe had sneaked into the Imperial Palace of Holy Terra and killed anyone they met, including the Custodes, just to warn the Emperor not to forget that Chaos was the real threat - as if the Emperor didn't know.

At this moment, they could no longer wait and began to rush forward impatiently.

"You damned aliens!"

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Kiya roared, anger instantly filled her heart, and along with it came a gaze.

Yes, she felt it, for the first time she felt so truly being watched.

The light of the Emperor shone on her, urging her to kill all beings who dared to touch the machinery of God. At that moment, her previous confusion was swept away. The Emperor responded to her, the Emperor recognized her, and the Emperor needed her at this moment!

And she will definitely respond to the orders of the Divine Emperor!

The smell of blood began to spread with every breath she took, and strength filled every inch of her muscles. It was a gift accumulated from every past battle. The God-Emperor never ignored any bloody fight. He regarded himself as an indestructible blade, and even gave himself another name:

Blood God.

Kiya cheered and rushed forward, guarding the Blood God's prey with this blessed power. With every swing of her sword, blood-red light would splash wildly, and scarlet lines began to spread on her skin.

Come on, speak, someone seemed to whisper in my ear:

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" Kiya frantically killed her enemies, shouting the great name "Skull Sacrifice..."

"Ahhh, that's enough!" Doraemon looked at everything in front of him a little madly.

It was no longer able to understand what was happening, but this inexplicable scene was unbearable.

"In that case, then... the Super Time Pocket Watch!"

Doraemon took out a small pocket watch from his pocket and pressed it hard. With this pocket watch, he could easily fast forward, pause, and even rewind time.

The moment the pocket watch was pressed, the time in the material world stopped, but the demons only stopped for a moment, and then continued to fight each other. This space has been eroded by the power of the subspace, and the concept of time has become blurred. If reinforcements try to arrive, they will realize what is out of reach during the seemingly nine-hour journey.