Doraemon for an imperfect world

Even so, he firmly believed that it was all worth it. He prepared a room for each of his descendants on Terra. He believed that everything would be fine as long as the Great Crusade was over. At that time, he would have time to patiently correct Lorgar's superstitions, to eliminate the barriers between him and Angron, to lead Magnus to realize the true dangers in the Warp, and to reconcile with Mortarion for their previous little disagreement.

He had imagined a lot. Those beautiful aspirations supported this emperor who was once called the God of Innocence (Shiva) in ancient Terra, and accompanied him through one busy time filled with official duties after another. Everything was once so easily accessible and close at hand. After that, he would reconcile with his children, and after that, he would become a truly responsible father. Then, his descendants would accompany him through tens of thousands of years just like his immortal companions who had left him, witnessing the human race's subversion once again.

But all of this eventually perished along with his Emperor's Dream, turning into an unrealistic bubble in the water.

"No time?" the silver-white girl asked back with a hint of amusement, "Don't you have any idea of ​​priorities?"

"...I thought my offspring would be stronger."

"you--"

The silver-white girl took a deep breath. After just a few words, she felt her blood pressure soar. Since she began to command the army with the command of God, the only person who could make her so nervous was the one in front of her.

It's worthy of being another her.

"Celestine said earlier that you wanted to come looking for reinforcements?" For the sake of her blood pressure, she ultimately decided not to pursue these personal ethical questions. "To be honest, this may be difficult. Now, all species in the entire galaxy are uniting to fight our common enemy. I believe you must have sensed that purely malicious entity—the purest destruction at the center of the Chaos Octagon, its name the lowest of evil. The being who sits on that throne and her followers constantly desire to destroy everything except themselves, and we no longer have the resources to support another universe."

Even she had to sit on the Golden Throne and push as hard as she could for the evil god who destroyed everything to come. The other four gods of the Warp were doing almost the same thing. Even Khorne, who was full of nonsense, showed clear hostility towards her, but even so, her coming was as inevitable as an inevitable end.

It is like a wall of sighs that is infinitely high, infinitely wide and infinitely thick. This wall is called titanium tiles. It shrinks endlessly, tracing back to the end of time, swallowing everything without leaving any trace.

"No, I do not come for reinforcements," the Emperor replied, "but if you require them, I can offer the aid of an entire Empire, a nation that has weathered countless wars."

——After taking a look at the general situation of this world, the Emperor began to feel reluctant to leave.

Go home? What home? From now on, this is my home!

He would move the population of his empire here in batches one day. Even if some of the tentacles of the Four Gods really followed, as long as they didn't follow completely, the Four Gods here could completely cancel each other out. As for the rest of the Milky Way, he would leave it to those aliens to destroy. Anyway, he planned to take humans with him.

"Haha..." The silver-white girl smiled bitterly. "I know what you're thinking, but do you really think our world is better than yours?"

"What do you mean?"

The silver-white girl shook her head and looked out the porthole. Several other fleets began to approach, along with four pure wills from the chaos. They surrounded the silver-white girl, as if they had chosen her as their spokesperson.

"Your world is filled with despair, yet there is still a glimmer of hope," she said. "Our world, while seemingly full of hope, in that predetermined future, what awaits us is only endless despair."

Volume 1: Chapter 50: Ogryn Homo sapiens

The emperor couldn't help but frown slightly. This was not what he had imagined.

It is true that the people of the empire in his own world live a hard life, but as an emperor who came from a primitive society where the average life expectancy was less than 20 years old, it was actually just like that. In any case, at least they were still alive and still reproducing their next generation. As long as newborns were still being born, it meant that mankind had not really despaired of this universe.

But beneath the seemingly peaceful surface of this world, it is not as beautiful as he imagined.

Subconsciously, the Emperor looked at Doraemon.

"Eh?"

For a moment, Doraemon had a strange illusion. It seemed that it saw an oversized Nobita shouting "Help me, Doraemon" - but how could it solve this problem?

It's just a parenting robot!

Doraemon was a little distressed, but soon another will gave an answer in advance.

That great being, whose single word could bring an end to the wars of countless worlds, sought to balance every world with propriety, law, and virtue, establishing a world of great harmony where benevolence reigned supreme and harmony was valued. To this end, he sat atop a brass throne, ringing a large brass bell, and teaching everyone without distinction the eight virtues that should be observed, extinguishing the flames of war before they could ignite.

"It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Since they are distinguished guests, we should treat them well."

This is……

Celestine raised her numb eyes, and a huge monster could be vaguely seen in the torrent of the highest sky.

It's the reverse of Khorne.

Well, never mind, not worth being surprised.

If Abaddon is the interstellar Santa Claus, nothing is impossible.

The emperor hesitated. It sounded like this world was indeed not suitable for humans. Although his original world was a bit miserable, he could still survive. Although there were many internal and external troubles, as long as he could find a way to coax and borrow a few props from Doraemon, perhaps they could be solved.

"No need. Since this world doesn't have the medicine to save my world, then I naturally don't have the time to waste any more time."

At this moment, a second voice spoke. It was the great wisdom that guided billions of seekers in their dreams. It whispered its own philosophy:

"Please wait a moment, Blessed One of the Other World. Although we have no reinforcements to share with you and cannot accept your people, perhaps we have a solution to the problem."

The Emperor paused slightly and questioned bluntly, "Can you do it?"

Then, a third voice spoke. It was an incomparably sweet voice. Just hearing this voice gave people a sense of satisfaction in being loved. They were repeatedly embraced by the girl's warm embrace. Regardless of gender, age, height, weight, status, or social status, everyone was deeply loved without any bias.

"Of course. After all, a lovely girl's heart can do anything, right?~"

Emperor: ...

He suddenly understood what the other party meant.

"You want to go to my world?"

"Obviously," the silver-white girl said, puffing out her chest with familiarity. "But we also have our own requirements regarding treatment. After all, thanks to the Orks' transformation, almost every habitable planet in the galaxy is now a garden world according to your classification."

The Emperor looked at Doraemon again.

This time, Doraemon nodded seriously. It was no problem for it to transform the planet's environment.

Even if Doraemon cannot become the emperor, he will not miss the opportunity to drag them into the water. It doesn't matter whether he can do it or not. Anyway, he will make a promise first.

Anyway, the gods in this world have the most fundamental kindness, and these good guys are the easiest to bully.

So the Emperor nodded and said, "Okay."

"Very good." A visibly cheerful aura emanated from the silver-white girl. "Come, let's discuss the specific details. I've assembled a team of Ogryn Homo sapiens to help us with the detailed planning."

"Ogryn Homo sapiens?" Celestine looked aside with some confusion.

"They are a subspecies of human registered with the Empire," explained Fulgrim, who had moved uncomfortably near his loving father and strict mother. "Their planet's gravity is far greater than that of other colonies, and resources are extremely scarce. To cope with this, they have evolved perhaps the most advanced brains in the galaxy."

Super brain?

If this is introduced, Terra's government affairs may be accelerated a lot.

However, even for a living saint like her, it would be hard for people to believe that a group of Ogryns could handle government affairs. After all, in most people's inherent impression, the only purpose of combining the two words "Ogryn" and "government affairs" is to avoid whispers from the subspace to the greatest extent - because they really can't understand it. But the problem is that they can't understand the parchment scrolls that record government affairs either.

As for making them believe that Ogrin has such intelligence, they will probably just think that he, a living saint, has mental problems from working too much overtime.

"But no matter what, at least the reinforcements have arrived." Doraemon said, "I just don't know what's going on with Kiya."

——Dividing——Line——

Casting World Huangquan No. 8.

At this moment, Sikos was concentrating on writing over the table, using the scribe's nib that had just been added to her body to write down the words and deeds of the Blue Ohm Messiah - of course, most of them were her subjective interpretations.

She was temporarily under house arrest here, but Sikos was not worried about her safety because she believed that the token of Om Messiah was enough to prove that she had met the gods, and her current treatment seemed to prove that they did not dare to easily harm the messenger of the God of All Machines, and even met her request to dye her robe blue.

Just as she expected, not long after she put down the pen, the door of the confinement room was pushed open. Si Kesi raised her head with some pride, but the first thing that caught her eye were several golden giants.

The Emperor's right hand, the Imperial Guard.

They actually left Terra?

Sikos looked at the priests wearing black robes with red edges behind the Imperial Guards. One of them spoke softly, responding in an electronic voice:

"After a thorough evaluation, we unanimously agree that what you brought back is indeed the Holy Relic of Om Messiah. Huangquan No. 8 Forge World will consecrate it with the highest standards and deploy the most stringent military protection. All charges against you will be immediately dropped."

Expected.

Sikos was not surprised by this. She then turned to look at the golden guard. In the past, the Emperor was regarded as the incarnation of the Om Messiah. Although she expressed doubts about this, considering Doraemon's attitude, she still expressed respect for him.

"We have been ordered to convey the will of the Emperor himself. The Lord of Mankind demands that you immediately contact the nearby Forge Worlds and gather sufficient armies on the Mirror World. As for you, Sikos, this is a decree of appointment from the Emperor himself. From this day forward, you will officially serve as the Archsage Supervising the Construction of Abyssal 8. Each STC granted by that relic must be duplicated and delivered to Holy Terra after verification of its validity."

Volume 1: Chapter 51: Ran Dan Alien

Supervision... Great Sage!!!

For a moment, Sikos was so excited that she almost fainted. An indescribable panic and excitement surged in her heart. Fortunately, the personal maintenance device on her spine was activated to stabilize her violently fluctuating hormones and nerve signals. The release of dopamine was forcibly reduced, and the serotonin and prolactin that inhibited excitement began to be released. Under this forced calmness, she took a deep breath, stepped forward to accept the direct appointment from the Emperor, and then suddenly found something wrong.

There is no content related to Mars on it, which means that this letter of appointment does not comply with the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle system. So is there any deeper meaning in this?

The relationship between Huangquan No. 8 and Mars is very complicated. First of all, Mars has condemned Huangquan No. 8's intensive research on alien technology in principle, and has taken all sanctions other than actual action. Secondly, as one of the few top forging worlds in the empire, Huangquan No. 8 itself does not like having a boss putting pressure on it. But on the other hand, as a part of the Mechanicus, Mars will indeed provide assistance when Huangquan No. 8 sends a distress signal.

So, the Empire feels that the other head of the Double-Headed Eagle is restless, so it wants to support Huangquan No. 8 as a check and balance?

Several proudly standing imperial guards frowned slightly when they saw Sikos's gaze linger on the place where the Martian Casting General should have signed. Although they did not go to Mars to complete the process due to time constraints, this was the direct will of the Lord of Mankind!

"I understand." After a brainstorming session, Sikos slowly closed the appointment letter, stuffed it under her blue robe, and lowered her head to show her respect for the Emperor and his messenger.

Many of the Imperial Guards immediately relaxed their brows again, as it was obvious that the other party knew their limits. After the Imperial Guards left, Sikos was immediately surrounded by many sages, who began to discuss the matter of inventing the machine. To them, the change of power, the will of the Emperor, and everything the Empire was facing were not important. When the divine machine spit out the first STC template in full view of the public, they were already so enthusiastic that they could no longer tolerate anything else.

Followers of the Mechanical God have always been like this. Even if you say that he is a cold-blooded and ruthless machine, he will only thank you for the compliment and then seriously explain that his conversion rate is not yet completely mechanical.

"The machine spirit still hasn't responded to us. It must be because the soothing power isn't enough. We must use the highest-grade blood lubricant to soothe the spirit. We're going to select the right raw materials immediately!"

"No, that is a gift from Om Messiah. We cannot use it casually. It should be sealed and kept as a holy relic."

"Shut up. You want to seal away such a precious existence? Do you know how many new templates that would bring us?"

"Have reverence for the creations of Om Messiah."

"Only someone like you who uses open source code would have such a stupid idea!"

"..."

After a quarrel, many terrifying figures with non-human appearances, wearing red robes and with mechanical tentacles swinging wildly, looked at Si Ke Si together after a fierce academic competition. As the nominal supervising sage and an existence that had seen the Messiah of Ohm, they gave her the most basic respect and recognition.

To be honest, she felt flattered at that moment. When so many different types of electronic eyes were staring at her, Si Ke Si tried hard to recall the mission she was carrying and not show any timidity.

"Om Messiah awaits us," Sikos said in a pure electronic voice. "And He will not approve of sacrificing innocent people to appease the Machine Spirit."

"You're right. This also means we can seek more great wisdom from the God Machine, right?"

"Of course." Sikos said, then raised her head to look at the dim sky outside the corridor. Just like every forged world, a large amount of highly toxic compounds were directly discharged into the atmosphere of the entire planet, and fluorescent heavy element radioactivity flowed in every river. This planet called the Sleepless One-Eye looked so cruel and desperate.

Sikos still remembered the teachings of the God of Machines, who said that machines existed to make people's lives better.

"Of course, that's why Om Messiah gave it to us," said Sikos. "But don't forget what's truly important. Immediately contact the nearby Forge World through the Mirror World. We must return to Randan's aid as soon as possible. This is the will of Om Messiah!"

"Randan..." A sage pondered the name over and over again. "According to some incomplete records, this name seems to refer to an unknown alien."

"Alien?" Si Kesi couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.

"Yes, it is said that they are some kind of tall alien creatures. They use some kind of neural collar to enslave other races and may even have the power to completely exterminate more than one Astartes Legion." The sage said, "But this species should have died out as early as the Great Crusade."

"I've never heard of such a thing," said Sikos.

"For most people, knowing too much is a curse," the sage said. "But now all the secrets of Huangquan No. 8 will be revealed to you, including all the achievements of the Alien Affairs Faction, including Randan's aliens and the mysterious dragons of Mars."

Sis nodded. Compared to the grace of God, all this seemed insignificant.

"And the template you brought back. The first hyperspace drive has been assembled. Thirteen hundred priests participated in blessing every component. May the sacred gears never rust, and may the holy current flow through the cables," the sage said. "We rang the bell according to the Titan's specifications, awakening its sacred life."

"Then we can use it to travel to various Forge Worlds as proof of our Om Messiah's blessing, allowing them to join this holy war," said Sikos. "We can also distribute the hyperspace drive templates to them."

"But even so, it is impossible to replace all the warships in a short period of time."

"It's alright. Under the will of Om Messiah, every gear has been put into its proper place," Sikos said confidently. "Although the real world of Randan has been engulfed by the warp storm, I still know there is another promised land given by God."

"Mirror world?" asked the sage.

"That's right." Si Kesi said. She did not hide her legendary experience in the past, and the entry oil related to the mirror world was confiscated when she returned to Huangquan No. 8.

"Praise the great wisdom of Om Messiah." The sage leaned silently on his power axe. "Our Death Bolter Titan Legion is gathering. According to calculations, their survival rate is approximately 0.037%. Therefore, to increase our chances of victory, I suggest seeking assistance from the Astra Militarum and the Astartes Chapter."

"That's unnecessary. If I'm right, Terra will soon send the Emperor's army to reinforce Randan." Sikos shook her head. After all, even Celestine had appeared, and the Emperor had his guards personally deliver the imperial edict, so what would happen next was simple and clear. "But why is the survival rate so low?"

——Dividing——Line——

PS: I am really impressed that the idiom "de 不配位" is actually a harmonious word. What does it mean?

Volume 1: Chapter 52: Prelude to Revelation

"Although Astrologia is blocked by the torrent of the Warp, according to current observations, the power of Chaos is pouring into that system. The latest observation data shows that several battle moons have appeared out of thin air in the system, and the Necron fleet has begun to gather there. Currently, these two alien forces are fighting outside the atmosphere of Randan. Although the flames of their war have not yet spread to the God's Land, considering the direct influence of the Four Gods, we don't think there are any survivors there."

"In other words, when our army arrives, we'll most likely see nothing but a devastated wasteland?"

"The estimated probability is 99.97 percent."

"……anything else?"

"The last astropathic message from Randane reported the existence of a type of xenos technology capable of endowing non-living things with souls. An Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos named Trazyn was ordered to investigate, but he ultimately disappeared in a Warp storm," the sage said. "And the Primarch Guilliman has begun assembling the Imperial Navy, the Astra Militarum, and the Astartes of the various Legions, seemingly preparing for another expedition."

The storm is coming.