Sis stood under the dim sky, watching the whistling wind wrapped in iron filings blowing against the building in front of her. A hint of worry flashed in her eyes, but in the end she lowered her head and prayed devoutly. This was the only thing she could do at the moment.

The Empire's gigantic war machine was operating at full capacity, but alongside it were other alien races and chaos. Sikos knew the present peace was only temporary. Once Om Messiah reappeared, the flames of war would ignite the entire galaxy in a flash, so she stood there waiting. Huangquan No. 8 began to operate and circulate according to her will. All past orders were torn up, and entirely new creations began to be produced and assembled with the divine machinery as their source, waiting to be sent to the next blood-stained battlefield.

The people of millions of worlds still don't know what kind of changes they will face. The dark clouds that have shrouded the empire for thousands of years are about to be broken, but no one knows whether what will tear through the haze will be the dawn of hope or the embers of destruction.

Is the same situation happening on Terra's side?

Sikos imagined the tall and majestic palace of Holy Terra, where a decree would slip from the hands of the Master of Internal Affairs, flutter, pass through the crowds, pass through the endless debates, pass through the holy palace buildings, and finally be presented to the Primarch by the mechanical servants. After being stamped, it became a cruel law that could crush hundreds of worlds.

Sikos let out a long sigh, which was neither a sigh nor fear, but simply a feeling of regret for the suffering of all the people in the empire.

"Also, Great Sage, we have developed a transformation plan regarding your level of mechanization," the sage said. "Your current state is still far from the wisdom of Om Messiah."

"I understand. Let's completely cancel the part about removing brain tissue."

Sikos knew that during the Mechanicus' transformation, the inefficient and cowardly emotions of human nature would be stripped away just like the flesh and blood, and the brain tissue responsible for these areas would be replaced by various thinking elements. Ironically, some sages stored a set of emotional response programs in their thinkers in order to appear less rigid when communicating with others, so that sometimes their speech would seem a little funny.

But she would never do that. She firmly believed that such abandonment of humanity was wrong, because she had witnessed with her own eyes her god's rebuke of those who wantonly trampled on life.

"By the way, where's Kya?" Sikos asked again, "the genestealer who returned with me."

"The ether detector indicated that the target had a severe psychic reaction, so she was imprisoned in a special cell." The sage said, "We did not harm her."

"Take me to her," said Sikos. "She is one of the followers of Om Messiah."

Under the guidance of the sage, Sikos finally arrived in front of the cell. In this cell, which had a lot of technical content but looked quite primitive due to some traditions, the child Kia was turning the bed over and pressing it on her back to do push-ups.

Si Ke Si knocked on the door with a puzzled look. "You seem to be doing well."

"Huh? It's Sister Siskos!"

"Come out first," Si Ke Si said helplessly. "We'll be returning to Ran Dan in a few days. You'd better prepare in advance. Huang Quan No. 8 can provide you with the necessary weapons and armor."

As far as the current situation is concerned, the other party is also part of the twin maids of the living saint. How about giving her some more weapons and equipment to show your concern?

"Well, this is not good." Kiya waved her hand a little embarrassedly. "I have nothing to repay you with."

"It's okay, it's nothing." Si Ke Si shook her head, then sighed with envy, "You seem really optimistic."

"Huh? You mean locked up?" Kiya scratched her head. "Because I was often locked up and trained by the sect before."

"No, I'm referring to what's happening with Randan. We're about to enter another apocalyptic war." Sikos asked, "Aren't you afraid at all?"

"What's so scary about that?" Kiya revealed a genuine bewilderment. "The Divine Emperor will definitely have his will, so I just need to obey his command. Isn't that simple?"

Sikos couldn't help but laugh. She felt a little sorry for the cruelty of the place this innocent child was about to enter. "You might die. We all might die. Even the survival rate of an entire Titan army is only 0.037 percent."

"Are you afraid, Sister Siskos?" Kiya seemed to have discovered something, then tilted her head slightly and revealed a gentle smile. "It doesn't matter. After all, we will all die. This is inevitable. But it doesn't matter, because under the Golden Throne we will meet again. This is the ultimate grace bestowed by the God-Emperor on all his people."

"I……"

Sikos wanted to retort, wanted to firmly tell the other party that the followers of Om Messiah were fearless, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she could not utter even a word.

She was silent for a while, and finally lowered her head.

Of course she was afraid, how could she not be afraid?

But she had to go to that battlefield, because in the center of that battlefield was the god she swore to follow. She was desperately prepared to die. She felt that a mere death was worth it, but the fear of death haunted her all the time.

"Don't worry, Sister Siskos." Kiya suddenly smiled and patted Siskos's shoulder. Then, with her hands on her waist, she confidently said, "I will protect you. Hehe, I'm super powerful now."

"...Then thank you so much." Si Ke Si looked at Kiya's smile, and for some reason, it seemed as if something heavy in her heart suddenly disappeared. She did not expect the other party to be able to protect herself, but the other party's simple happiness seemed to be contagious and soothed her anxiety.

This may be the person that Om Messiah wants to protect**.

"But I'll probably be the one protecting you then," said Sikos. "You seem really excited to be back on that battlefield?"

"Of course." Kiya gritted her teeth and said, "One of the two beings who fooled my faith is right there. I know that the Blood God himself is in the warp, but I will chop off the heads of his believers, followers, and servants who shout his name to let their master know the price of fooling me!"

Volume 1: Chapter 53: Dorayaki

Black shadows descended from the sky. It was the great fleet of the Imperial Navy. Under the command of Holy Terra, the fleet that was enough to make the starry sea tremble began to assemble, followed by the Astra Militarum and the various Astartes Chapters, who were taking their final rest.

Sikos stood in front of the huge steel furnace, with a large number of soap bubbles wrapped around her body. She still kept the two bubble guns because some of the insights of the machine spirit on the Blue Om Messiah had really benefited her a lot. In the colorful light, her body was refracted into a hazy shadow. The slaves below and the priests who had changed into blue robes all looked at her devoutly and in awe. To be honest, this awe made her a little uncomfortable.

She lowered her head and looked at the flowing molten iron. It was the blood of the Om Messiah. It would be forged into new life and sent to the battlefield after being blessed by the holy oil. A considerable portion of it had been replaced with templates given by the divine machinery. Some sages expressed opposition to this, believing that past technology should not be completely abandoned, while others felt that frequently requesting different templates might cause dissatisfaction among the machine spirits.

But up to now, the machine soul of that great creation has not expressed any dissatisfaction. Even though the priests and sages were about to get their heads smoking, they still did not give any response. But Sikos still firmly believed that the machine was an organic soul, because according to monitoring, the time required to give the template of military weapons was 0.5 seconds longer than the time required for civilian props. If the military weapons were described as civilian props, the delay would no longer exist. Sikos believed that this was because the machine soul itself was also resisting the war.

But they couldn't stay out of it.

By entering the Yellow Springs No. 8, a huge mirror with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers was assembled in the planet's orbit. The other fleets arrived here at an incredible speed as if they had been blessed by the Emperor, and were preparing to use this to bypass the strong subspace storm. At this time, the technical military and think tank of the Extreme Warriors were confirming the safety of the mirror world, and the Lord of the Limits himself was about to arrive at Yellow Springs No. 8. As the great sage supervising the construction, he had to go to meet him.

She lowered her head and took another look at the book she had written to spread the ideas and feelings of the Om Messiah, but she still felt dissatisfied.

She thought that perhaps she had not communicated enough with the God of All Things.

Rather than worrying about this, it would be better to think about what kind of sacrifice should be offered to Om Messiah.

For example... the Tau?

Those aliens have extremely high metal content in their bodies, so many priests like to drop them directly into the volcanic magma through their tracks and pray to Ohm Messiah to bless their production lines with fewer failures. Moreover, those aliens are also blue, maybe Ohm Messiah will like them?

Si Ke Si pondered for a moment, then looked at Kiya beside her.

At this moment, the child was playing with a power sword, brandishing it with great curiosity, and seemed to quickly adapt to the weight and size of the weapon.

"Kiya, I have a question for you," said Sikos. "Since you've been so close to Om Messiah, do you know what He likes?"

"What do you like?" Kiya hesitated for a moment. She looked up in confusion, as if she really didn't know what Doraemon liked.

Its most basic goal seems to always be to help others, no matter what their beliefs, race, or other status are. The selfishness in its human nature seems to be very small.

From a certain perspective, its existence itself seems like a god who came to the world to save the people, which is what Sister Sikos called the Om Messiah?

Well……

"Oh right," Kiya suddenly said uncertainly, "Sister Israel mentioned before that Doraemon once took out a prop called a gourmet napkin, and used it to make a food called Dorayaki, which he enjoyed very much."

I don’t know if this counts.

"Dorayaki?" Sis's eyes lit up slightly. "What is it?"

"Sister Israel said it's some kind of disc-shaped food. It looks like it's made of dough, with some kind of black filling." Kiya put the power sword on her waist, securing it with the magnetic device she was going to wear. She gestured with two fingers and said, "It's about this size."

"Is that so?" Siskos fell into deep thought. "Dorayaki, how can I recreate something like this?"

——Dividing——Line——

"Clang clang! Delicious Dorayaki is here!"

In the Upside-Down World, the Emperor was discussing his immigration plan intensely with the Silver Girl, Tzeentch, and many lesser gods of the Warp, as well as the intelligent Ogryns who had strong brains and seemingly sturdy limbs but were extremely weak. Doraemon was sitting beside Celestine, admiring the scenery of the Warp outside the porthole.

But at this moment, an unusually sweet scent came over.

"This is it!" Doraemon's eyes widened, he took a deep breath, and swallowed hard. "It's the aroma of Dorayaki!"

"That's right, and it's a Slaanesh-specific Dorayaki, huh?~"

A pink-clad girl with a bright smile appeared beside them, carrying a plate of Dorayaki. "How about trying some? This is a specialty from Crystal Sixth Ring."

Celestine glanced at the Emperor imperceptibly, and seeing that her Lord had no objection, she did not say anything more.

"Really?" Doraemon swallowed again, then said gratefully, "Then I won't hesitate."

As it spoke, it grabbed a Dorayaki and stuffed it into its mouth. Immediately, the incredible sweetness filled its mouth.

Isn’t this delicious?

Doraemon subconsciously wanted to pick up another one, but he hesitated as soon as he stretched out his hand, and then asked embarrassedly, "Excuse me, can I take these back and share them with my friends?"

"Friend?" Slaanesh blinked. "Of course you can. It doesn't matter if you want to take as much as you want. Within my six crystal rings, I will grant you whatever you ask for. But you must learn to be moderate. Excessive indulgence is a taboo."

"Thank you so much." Doraemon said as he stuffed the remaining five Dorayaki into his pocket. He had to bring such delicious food back to share with everyone. One for Nobita, one for mom and dad, one for Dorami, one for Sekyū, and as for Takeshi and Suneo... he would use the copy mirror to make copies for them to try when the time comes.

Although I can't go back yet.

Nobita...

Doraemon looked at the scene of the subspace outside the porthole. Those amorphous and strange lights seemed to randomly combine into a series of faces. Perhaps it was an illusion caused by excessive longing. He vaguely saw Nobita crying and complaining about being bullied by Fat Tiger.

It really makes me feel uneasy.

Volume 1: Chapter 53: Demon Primarch vs. Demon Primarch

Just when Doraemon was thinking about Nobita, the Emperor suddenly stood up and came to Doraemon. His several-meter-tall body exuded an innate majesty like a god, but Doraemon had a very familiar feeling, just like the expression Nobita would show before he took his props to play a prank.

"I need your help, Doraemon," said the Emperor.

I knew it.

Doraemon covered his head helplessly.

"If it's for humanity, I will do my best."

The Emperor nodded, then asked bluntly, "Do you have any props that can go against cause and effect and directly rewrite history?"

"Rewriting history?"

"That's right. Because there is no concept of time in the Warp, the Chaos Gods are actually independent of the timeline. All history related to them is destined and unchangeable. But you are an exception, so I would like to seek your help."

"Is that so?" Doraemon scratched his head. It was not the first time for him to try to solve certain problems by changing history. For example, Lilulu and Shizuka went back to the past and rewrote the program of the founder of the Iron Corps to avoid a war. In most cases, rewriting history without authorization would attract the attention of the time police.

——Except Nobita, the act of rewriting history itself is part of history.

"It's not that there aren't tools that allow you to travel back in time, and they don't require you to go through the subspace." Doraemon rummaged through his pockets. "Time Belt—"

Since the time machine is still in the drawer, this is the only thing I can use for now.

"And this." Doraemon said, and took out two more props from his pocket: "Space-Time Mirror and Space-Time Extractor!"

As long as you wear the time belt around your waist, you can travel through time freely, and the space-time mirror can open channels to different time and space and then take out the desired items at that point in time.

After learning the purpose of these props, the Emperor seemed to have thought of something: "If we use the time mirror to remove certain people who have important missions in history, will it affect our current time?"

"As long as you're careful enough, there shouldn't be any problems."

"What if it's a dead person?"

"Huh? This..." Doraemon hesitated for a moment, then took out the Time Broom. "If it was an accidental death, it's not impossible to restore it to its original state with the Time Broom."

"I understand." The Emperor nodded gently. "We have finally developed a plan, but this plan requires your help."

"Of course no problem." Doraemon said, "What do you need me to do?"

"First, the first stage of the plan is for us to return to the real world, and the Four Gods here will send their representatives to accompany us back."

"Those are the children I am proud of and the great warriors under their command." The silver-white girl stood aside, and when she mentioned her children, her face was full of pride, just like every mother mentioning her children. "Fulgrim, Mortari, Angron, Magnus, and I will also go to that world."

"Then in the second phase of the plan, we will return to the War in Heaven 60 million years ago and replace the Four Gods of Chaos with the consciousness of the Four Gods of Pure Good when the Ancients stirred the Sea of ​​Souls." The Emperor continued.

"Yes, and then comes the final stage." Tzeentch said, "According to the agreement between us, Blessed One, you must bring all beings in this world to that world, so that they can forever escape the invasion of the lowest evil."

"Of course, I have no reason to break the contract." The Emperor said, "The passage between the two worlds will remain open to provide us with sufficient reinforcements. If the plan goes well, it will save both worlds at once!"

"What about that being called the Worst Evil?" Doraemon asked. "Will it not do anything horrible?"

"We're still unsure of His reaction. After all, the only communication from the Goddess Tau'va so far has been for her followers to declare war on all life in the galaxy." Slaanesh shook his head. "But don't worry. If we just want to hold Him back for a while, the four of us should be able to do it."

"A gentleman seeks within himself; a villain seeks from others." Khorne's elegant words came slowly. "We will personally shoulder our responsibilities."

"Well, in that case..."

Doraemon said, took out the upside-down world mirror, and then took out the magnifying lamp and shone it at the mirror.

The Emperor transformed into golden light and retracted into Celestine's body. Immediately afterwards, the four Astartes Legions blessed by the Four Gods began to assemble, marching into the Inverted World Mirror in an orderly manner with terrifying and majestic steps.

"If you want to go, don't follow me." The Emperor's voice came from Celestine. "It's too dangerous over there. The other me will go and handle the things over there. For safety, Celestine and I will stay here to protect you."

"Well, leave it to me next." The silver-white girl put away the space-time mirrors and space-time retrievers, and said with some anticipation, "Children from another world? I'm really looking forward to seeing them."

"And Roy and the others in the Lower Nest District, those people are my friends. Please go and help them as well." Doraemon said quickly.

"Don't worry, Genestealers are also legal citizens of the Empire. I will certainly not sit idly by and watch them suffer such an unprovoked disaster." The silver-white girl's face began to become serious, as if she had transformed from a girl who had retired for many years into the Supreme Empress of a unified civilization. Majesty and divinity began to awaken in her.

"Let's go, heroes who saved the world. It's an honor to fight alongside you!"

She's really inspiring.

Something like a proud offspring, a great warrior, and so on.

Celestine thought that her emperor was somewhat... No, no, she couldn't think like that, it was too rude.

When the silver-white girl arrived in the real world, the resistance in the Lower Nest was on the verge of collapse, and this was based on the situation where the Chaos coalition forces were attacking each other. It can be seen that the four gods in this world are quite disunited. It is obvious that all the existences in the subspace on their side will unite to fight against the Goddess of Titanium Wa.

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