Doraemon for an imperfect world

"In that case, let's turn back time!" Doraemon pressed another button, and everything began to reverse. The devil returned to the embrace of the subspace, the power of blasphemy disappeared without a trace, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

"It's useless. The Warp has no concept of time. The ritual has succeeded!" The Harlequin's incarnation shouted. As if to prove his words, the sky-high brilliance rose again. "Hurry, we must enter the Webway immediately!"

"What the hell is going on?" Doraemon held his head in a panic. He urgently needed a safe place to calm down. "Then... enter the mirror!"

Taking out the entry mirror, Doraemon couldn't wait to pull Kiya to get in, and several clowns followed immediately. Just before the entry mirror disappeared, a figure wrapped in golden light was shot into it.

Volume 1: Chapter 37 Celestine

Darkness, chaos...

In this bizarre and dazzling scene, she woke up.

The girl found herself in a mountain of corpses. Every step she took she could see countless bones piled on top of each other.

"Your Majesty the God Emperor..."

She murmured subconsciously, but soon became confused - Divine Emperor? What did this word mean?

She didn't understand, but the short words gave her an indescribable sense of security, as if the words symbolized something with incomparable weight, some kind of eternal and unchanging great existence.

She lowered her head in confusion. Among the many corpses not far away, a tattered power armor was casually thrown there.

She walked forward, stretched out her hand to touch the corpses, and the memory suddenly flowed through her body like an electric current. She saw herself on a ship. In order to prevent the further spread of the bastards, she desperately lowered the heavy barriers. The heavy metal even cut her in half, and the explosion that followed completely confined the corruption to that area.

"I am already dead?"

She looked at her hands in a daze, then touched another broken skull as if she had thought of something.

This time, what she saw was a berserker wearing blood-red power armor with a strong arm exposed outside the power armor. There was no doubt that was the cause of her death again.

She died more than once.

Do not……

She raised her head and looked at the piles of corpses. Perhaps they were all her, every one of them. This was her Valhalla, where she was reborn and then rushed to a new battlefield, bringing down the excommunication from heaven in the name of the Emperor.

Emperor...

She trudged through her own corpses, a gray mist surrounding her. After an unknown amount of time, she finally pieced together her shattered memories like a puzzle. She found her weapons and armor amidst the corpses. The will of the Lord of Hosts permeated her body, transforming into wings extending from her back. She also remembered her name once again:

Celestine.

She also learned about her new responsibilities.

Following the Emperor's will, she stretched out her golden wings and soared into the sky, crossing the barrier between reality and the warp, and then at the last moment, she fell like a meteor following the light of faith and broke into the world in the mirror.

The faith from Kya showed her the way forward.

Although this sounds incredible, ever since the Genestealer changed her perception of the God-Emperor from a four-armed alien, her faith has actually reached the Golden Throne, but this time this faith has been tainted with the color of the Blood God.

According to the Emperor's will, she wanted to kill the being who was about to ascend to demon to ensure the purity of the mirror space, and then keep an eye on the blue iron man in the empty mirror world. Since the other party's psychology seemed to be quite human, she could not easily become his enemy and destroy this hard-earned advantage.

...Celestine felt a bit of a headache as she had to kill a friend she had just met, while not being able to become his enemy.

This request was as abstract as if his own son and comrades were surrounded by the enemy, and the Emperor dragged his son onto the Emperor's Dream without a word, leaving his good brother who had been through thick and thin with him to be ravaged by the enemy on the battlefield, and then planned to let his son help him lead the Legion on the Great Expedition.

Of course, Celestine would not question the Emperor's will. This was a contract she had made, an oath she had sworn during the war on Holy Terra that determined the fate of humanity. This oath then became her twin maids, "duty" and "faith," which followed her by her side.

mirror space.

"Don't stop me!" Kya roared, breaking free from Doraemon's restraints. "I heard you! The Emperor needs me!"

On the other side, the few clowns who had managed to get in did not respond to Kya's provocation. They just stood there in a daze, with a shock as if they were people who had been struggling to survive in the desert and saw the ocean for the first time.

"An entire world," Larvov, the troupe's master and avatar, who played the role of the God of Laughter, muttered bitterly to himself. "A world untouched by any living being, a world where even the Warp is so peaceful that there's not a single ripple."

Here, even without the protection of the Laughing God, one can use psychic energy as he pleases, and the hungry girl cannot get her hands on it. For the elves, whose entire race is almost completely shattered and cursed, this is a promised land that they dare not even dream of.

"This is worth everything we have to give." The shadow prophet beside him also said, "Wait! No, we are not the only ones!"

As he spoke, a golden light bloomed here.

The Shadow Prophet let out a shrill scream and covered his eyes in pain. Boundless darkness almost instantly filled the subspace that should have been empty. This made him immediately realize how much power and determination the cold and pale sun in the subspace had poured into.

Then, the ground seemed unable to withstand the enormous pressure and broke, and they all began to fall uncontrollably.

"Lord Doraemon!" Seeing that the God Emperor's prey was about to leave her sight, Kiya wanted to pounce on it desperately, but a cold sword light suddenly hit her. She finally had to stop and lean back hard to avoid the attack, but the opponent's speed was far beyond her imagination.

The second sword struck again at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye. Kiya held both swords across her body, but even so, she was still sent flying backwards as if she was hit by an armored vehicle at full speed, and slammed hard into the wall. The first layer of the wall was instantly penetrated, and spider-web-like marks on the second layer of the wall began to spread out immediately.

Injured...

An extremely strange feeling began to spread in her heart. The physical pain did not seem to affect her actions. The power bestowed by the Blood God before coming to the mirror world was still preserved in her body, and it changed its form according to her will, as if it was about to transform her from a life in the material world into a great existence in the subspace.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God..."

Just as Kiya was about to get up, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

She lay on the ground and looked at her hands. At this time, her entire left hand had turned scarlet, her fingertips became slender, and some white bone spurs extended from the joints. She seemed to be turning into an even more inhuman existence.

In contrast...

She slowly raised her head and looked at the golden boots gradually approaching her. If she continued to look up, she could see the golden armor. Skulls symbolizing purity were decorated on the joints of her power armor and the hilt of her power armor. The golden wings spread out behind her, as holy and inviolable as the legendary angel.

Look at yourself again...

She lowered her head to look at the half of her body that had still become inhuman, and tried hard to remind herself not to think too much. The Emperor liked stupid children, and she shouldn't think too much.

But her past experience of blindly worshipping the so-called Four-Armed Emperor made her wonder if she had accidentally worshipped the wrong emperor again.

——Dividing——Line——

ps: According to the official personal novel, Celestine should have signed a contract with the Emperor during the Horus Heresy. Although the specific content is unknown, it should be something like "Sign a contract with me and become a magical girl." But the more outrageous thing is that before Celestine actually died and became E-Devil, she was also a Sister of Penance. This is also the content of the same novel. The time span is outrageous. It is impossible that she is actually an immortal, right?

Volume 1: Chapter 38: Doraemon's Followers

"Bamboo dragonfly!"

While falling rapidly, Doraemon hurriedly took out the bamboo dragonfly and put it on his head, then grabbed Larvov and other elves who were falling beside him, and tried to keep his balance and land on the ground.

"Ahem!" Doraemon coughed forcefully in the dust. "Oh no! Kiya is missing."

"It's obvious," Larvov said bitterly, "He doesn't want to share this pure land with any alien race."

He was not surprised by this. After all, that was the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, who would do anything to defend the survival of his people.

But it doesn't matter, let's get it into the webway now!

Larvov gritted his teeth and rushed forward. Since the subspace of this world existed, there must be a corresponding webway.

This is the hope of the entire race. Not only the Lord of Humanity, but any race that has been poisoned by Chaos will do anything for it.

But at this moment, a beam of hot plasma pierced through the smoke and dust, and Larvov calmly dodged it by somersaulting in mid-air. The Eldar's reflexes were far superior to those of humans, so it was not difficult for him to dodge the attack. However, if there was an attacker, it meant another thing - this world was not spotless.

But this is understandable. It is too absurd to think that there is no life in this world just because the subspace is too quiet. After all, I am now inside a man-made building.

"Tsk."

He looked to the side, but the first thing he saw was not the attacker, but a large number of tiny soap bubbles filling the corridor. These soap bubbles filled the corridor with colorful and brilliant colors, and a few of them even floated to his side. Out of caution, he and his compatriots took several steps back.

Amidst the vast mass of soap bubbles, a low, subdued voice, laced with fanatical faith, emanated. It pierced the air thick with bubbles and morphed into an angry question:

"Damn you aliens, how dare you disrespect the Om Messiah!"

Ohm Messiah?

Larvov looked at Doraemon thoughtfully. Is this the mechanical god that humans believe in?

He looked into the bubbles again, and saw a... finger-sized little man in a red robe slowly walking out?

Although he vaguely knew that there was a branch of the Mechanicus called the Micro-Ohm Messiah Sect, he still couldn't help but sigh at how these oil men were becoming more and more weird.

Doraemon was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of the red-robed little men he had locked up before, and suddenly the whole cat became nervous. "Who are you?"

who are you?

Si Ke Si was silent and thinking, and the auxiliary thinking components in her body began to work rapidly, analyzing the true meaning of the other party's inquiry.

You, the second person, refers only to the target of the news, that is, yourself, expressing that the target of Om Messiah's news is himself, expressing the rigor and precision of the God of All Things, and the entanglement and words of the great power of wisdom.

Yes, the operating symbol in binary language. This word clearly and concisely demonstrates the power of the Mechanical God, and also plays a vital role in connecting the past and the future.

Who, a question mark. The great god naturally would not simply ask his own name. What he was asking was a deeper understanding. It is the first of the three oldest philosophical questions of mankind. It is the self-positioning of a devout believer in front of the god.

Of course, Si Ke Si knew how she should respond.

She walked forward reverently and walked out of the bubble. Because of the Gulliver Tunnel, her body was still extremely small. Sikos knew that this was a warning from Om Messiah to her. She should not use her wisdom to despise smallness and trample on ignorance. Therefore, Om Messiah made herself smaller so that she could better understand this.

She walked forward step by step like the most devout martyr, and walked towards Doraemon step by step under the strange gaze of the alien eyes beside her.

Eh?

As Doraemon looked at him in bewilderment, Sikos stepped forward respectfully, devoutly possessed, and bowed before the faith:

"I am a seeker of truth, a keeper of wisdom, a lantern bearer in the eternal night, and a protector of all suffering beings," she said devoutly. "I am also a humble and devout believer of you, the great Om Messiah."

Uh……

believer???

To be honest, Doraemon has experienced being treated as a god not once, in fact more than once. In fact, he can understand that due to the technological gap, some people see his various props as miracles, but it feels very incongruous to say that a sci-fi being who can implant various high-tech prostheses into his body is his believer.

"Weren't you yelling at me to kill me just now?" Doraemon asked cautiously, looking around as he spoke. "Where are the others?"

"They fail to understand your profound meaning, but instead blindly pursue their own foolish ways, heading into the depths of space and turning away from your glory."

Si Ke Si replied with no regrets.

"My glory..." Doraemon scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "You seem to have misunderstood something. I am not the Om Messiah. After all, I don't even know what the Om Messiah is."

The clowns on the side suddenly looked a little weird. It was said that the Lord of Humanity ten thousand years ago had deceived himself and denied his divinity in this way, and promoted the so-called imperial truth that tried to cover up the truth of the warp with a single leaf of camphor.

Could this Iron Man really be related to the humans of the 3K era?

"No, you are the Om Messiah, the true God of All Machines!" Sikos said firmly. She saw this as a test of her faith, and she would face it with determination and fearlessness. "You possess the might and authority only a god possesses, as well as the benevolence and universal love only a god possesses. You treat all beings in the world equally, whether they are nobles from the top nest or scavengers from the bottom nest. Just as the sun's brilliance does not exist for Yao or die for Jie, just as rain falls on the shoulders of the righteous as well as the unrighteous. You use metal as your skin to show your tenderness, and machinery as your body to demonstrate your wisdom. You took the creature out of your abdomen like a mother giving birth to a child, implying that we should preserve our precious human form. Through your actions, you taught us to remember the core concept that machines exist to make people's lives better. We must uphold the two principles of compassion and tolerance, and practice the three missions of exploration, learning, and inheritance..."

What on earth is she talking about? When did I start having so many thoughts?

It would be great if Nobita had this eloquence, at least he wouldn’t get zero points in the exam.

……

Nobita...

Doraemon couldn't help but touch the bell on his neck. The so-called friendship is that you are used to his existence in normal times, but you miss him all the time after separation, and you will always think of that person because of some seemingly insignificant things.

I don't know how he is doing now.

Before going back, bring him some souvenirs from the trip, such as the robot from before, so that when Suneo shows off to him again, or when Nobita asks for a robot again, you can give it to him.

Seriously, doesn't that guy realize he already has a robot from the 22nd century?

Doraemon couldn't help but sigh, then took out a magnifying lamp from his pocket:

"Anyway, since you won't be our enemy anymore, let's change you back first."

Volume 1: Chapter 39: Twin Maids

Kiya knew that she was stupid. She had never been good at thinking and always did whatever others told her to do, but she was not completely brainless.

Kiya also has her own unforgettable memories, her deepest dark history, the betrayal of her beliefs!

——Having believed in the Emperor for half her life, she suddenly realized that she believed in an alien. This was a shame that even Kiya could not let go of. So in order to wash away this shame, she began to sacrifice to the real Emperor desperately, proving her loyalty with blood and head, and the Emperor did generously bestow his blessing.

It’s just that this blessing is a bit too anthropomorphic.

Kiya took a deep breath and exhaled a heavy breath. Her entire left hand, left arm, left shoulder and even the left half of her body were transformed into some kind of terrifying biological weapon, as if every muscle was born for killing.

Kya is not smart, but she can tell what is human and what is not.

Damn alien! She was deceived by her faith again!

ahhh-

No matter how stupid she is, you can't use the same method to tease her again and again!

It’s really... damnable!

[Stand up! Take up your weapons! Do you want to surrender without a fight? ]

A voice sounded in her ears, whispering beckoningly.