Doraemon for an imperfect world

She shook her head, and the invincible warriors, like legendary demigods, began running behind her, roaring their battle cries as they charged towards the enemy, just like...

She looked at a demon primarch not far away, with ugly and dirty twisted cables on his head.

"I'm going to find your brothers who have died in this world first." The silver-white girl said with a hint of worry, "Be careful and don't push yourself too hard."

"Don't worry, Mother." A nearly identical figure emerged with his army of World Eaters. "Your body and hair are a gift from your parents. I will do my best to persuade them to avoid a dispute."

Volume 1: Chapter 55: Angron and Angron

Angron from the mirror world walked on the land that had turned into ruins, and then he bent down as if he had discovered something and lifted up the debris of a collapsed building. Two children who looked only seven or eight years old suddenly burst into screams behind the rocks, and then picked up stones on the ground in panic and threw them over.

The stone was deflected by the deflected stance, but Angron was not angry. He knew that his appearance might be a little scary, but on the other hand, the nail of justice in his head was repeatedly replaying the words and deeds of Khorne and his disciples in his mind, and quickly said to him, "If people do not know him, he will not be angry. Is that not the way of a gentleman?"

To be honest, he was a little annoyed by this, but facing the two children, he still tried his best to show a gentle smile. "Don't be afraid, kid, I'm not your enemy."

"I've seen you." One of the older boys hugged his sister and said through gritted teeth, "You, you killed all of them."

"That's not me." He sighed helplessly. "But I promised to help you avenge your crime, child. Repay evil with good, and repay good with good. Blood debts must be repaid with blood."

"You..." The boy seemed a little bewildered, but Angron paid no attention. He casually tossed the huge piece of debris aside, then looked at the two children, who were trembling from being suddenly exposed in the rubble. He opened his hands and stepped back. "I just want to know what happened here, and about that other me you mentioned who killed everyone."

The boy hugged his sister tightly. Although he was also trembling all over, he still patted his sister's back gently, trying to comfort her. "I don't know. A lot of people suddenly went crazy. Then someone from the Lower Nest came and gave us some medicine, saying that it would give us the protection of the Four-Armed Emperor. Then that monster appeared. It looked just like you, exactly like you. It roared and killed everyone. But then the legendary Space Marines appeared. They were black angels burning with fire. They lured the monster away..."

Having said this, the boy belatedly looked behind Angron. Behind him stood a proud red army, some of them even had the word "Yi" written on their bodies in the long-lost language of ancient Terra.

"Tell me where he is," Angron asked patiently.

"Are you really going to help me get revenge?" the boy asked in disbelief. Perhaps because of the elegance revealed by the other party, he suddenly felt less scared.

"Of course, child," Angron said. "War is always unjust, except revenge. Even my teacher once said, 'The hatred of one's father is not shared by one's own people, the hatred of one's brother is not retaliation, and the hatred of one's friends is not the same as that of one's own country.'"

The boy opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a roar came first.

"Well, it seems I don't need your guidance," Angron said. "Leave this place now, child. It will be dangerous next."

"Sir." The boy held his sister and stood up with all his strength. "I don't even know your name yet."

"Angron Thalkir, child, that is my name," he said gently. Then, looking up, he saw a furious beast roaring down from the sky. It had the same blood-red skin, bulging muscles, and the same buzzing spikes on its head. But he knew there was a fundamental difference between him and the beast. "Of course, the other side is the same."

How ugly it was, thought Angron in the mirror world. What a crazy and ugly sight it was, as if all the noble rationality of mankind had been stripped away, and what appeared before his eyes was just a bloodthirsty beast that had given up on itself and was willing to be enslaved and driven by the nail on its head.

At the same time, the great beings with the same names behind them also began their own struggles. The battlefield was first filled with a strong smell of blood, the sounds of screams and roars, the sound of blood splattering, and the buzzing of chainsaws were endless. The cruel disputes that had occurred in 888 worlds, which were enough to leave millions of corpses and blood, were overlapped here and turned into the background of war. But the next moment, the fragrance of paper and ink and the sound of chanting of scriptures by great sages also appeared on the battlefield, and began to spread with the two of them as the center. Outside the material world, an even greater battle was unfolding, and they were just a microcosm of this war.

"What a pathetic sight."

Angron in the mirror world vibrated the wings behind him to avoid the attack from his enemy. The irrational beast roared and easily tore through the barrier of sound speed with the countless bloody storms it had stirred up over thousands of years. When his slash fell to the ground, everyone could feel that the earth itself was shaking along with it.

"I think we can have a good talk. Look at what you've become?" Angron in the mirror world demanded. "Think about your former comrades. Would they want to see you like this?"

Because he had been told in advance that this world was similar to their original world, Angron guessed that the other party should also have those gladiator comrades, and this was indeed the case. When this term was mentioned, the other party was obviously silent for a moment.

Angron in the Mirror World quickly continued to question, "Think about your father, the great Emperor, and what he did to you. Are you worthy of his teachings?"

Angron let out a low roar. His other self in the mirror world could see his hands trembling as he gripped the great axe. This was a good sign. He thought, "And those high-ranking knights on your former home planet. Think of your adoptive father. When you slaughtered innocents, did you remember their teachings?"

Angron in the mirror world hoped that the other party would regain his rationality, but as he looked forward to it, his enemy was inexplicably immersed in unparalleled rage. A twisted roar came out of his mouth, and it seemed to have substance and echoed across the entire planet, causing the clouds to roll and all living things to tremble. The rising rage seemed as if the Blood God was roaring with it.

"Okay, I understand your choice." Angron in the mirror world shook his head. He knew that war was unjust, but he would never shrink back if he had to stop war with war. The chain axe also began to roar between his hands. There were hollow patterns on these two blessed weapons. Light passed through the patterns and left two symbols on the ground, one of which was "virtue" and the other was "reason".

The World Eaters, organized into legions, began to disperse behind him, each drawing their own weapons - unlike Khorne in this world who valued one-on-one combat, his superiors did not have such flashy rules.

Volume 1: Chapter 56: The Emperor's Emotional Intelligence

Along with that dark, twisted roar, the scarlet Ascended Primarch almost turned into a stream of light rising from the ground. The rage in his heart even surpassed the torture he was usually subjected to by the Butcher's Nails. His double axes whizzed through the air, and it seemed as if the whole world was wailing in the whistling.

Then, the two huge demon primarchs collided with each other, just like the collision of two stars, the bottom crust shattered, the plates migrated, and the red magma sprayed out with terrifying force, melting everything around it. The terrifying speed was so fast that only the best Astartes warriors could barely catch a flash of light in the air. The sound of huge weapons clashing exploded before their eyes, and the air was constantly stirring like a surging tide. Waves of sonic booms and waves roared and slapped the surrounding buildings. Occasionally they could see the two entangled streams of light smashing into the buildings of the hive made of diamond and other composite materials, but both of them ignored those sturdy buildings, as if they were just a transparent, wet piece of paper.

"Let's go!"

Kahn in the mirror world said this and picked up the blood son in his hand, but at this moment someone took action before them.

Silver-white flames burst out from the ground and instantly covered the entire battlefield, enveloping everyone with an indescribable holiness. Immediately afterwards, there was a roar from the highest heaven. The roar was reflected in everyone's mind, and the huge waves raised in the sea of ​​souls instantly plunged 888 worlds into war. But even such wrath of God could not extinguish the silver-white holy flame.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the great being from another world also started another collision between them. In the fury of the interrupted duel, Khorne heard Tzeentch's laughter. He was cheering that the variables had increased again. Contact with another world meant that the possibilities of the future would increase exponentially. What's more, there were beings with the same name as them but completely opposite to them, which meant that they were almost natural enemies.

But it doesn’t matter, the God of War will never refuse any war!

He longs for a powerful enough enemy, even if that may mean his own destruction. How can a bloodthirsty creature refuse its own death? As long as the opponent is strong enough, he doesn't mind whether it is himself or the enemy who bleeds. The duel between gods should be like this and never end!

And that silvery-white, blazing flame, hot enough to burn even a god...

"Emperor." Kahn raised his head and looked at his genetic father.

Such divine power was undoubtedly none other than the Lord of Hosts. At the beginning of the Great Crusade, she had unified the Imperium by divine command. However, the Primarch of the Word Bearers firmly believed that his mother was merely a sufficiently powerful psyker, and that the Four Gods of the Warp were merely a natural phenomenon that could be explained by science. He even openly criticized his mother's actions, so that later, when the Emperor was busy fighting the End of All Things, the claim that she was a god had gradually disappeared, with only a very few people like Fabius still insisting on it.

But there is no doubt that this power is indeed enough to be called a god.

"Hmm..." Angron in the mirror world couldn't help but sigh. In front of him, the silver-white girl who walked out of the beautiful and exquisitely carved painting was stretching out her hand with ease. The powerful psychic power completely suppressed the demon primarch opposite.

"Mother." He said unwillingly, "I can handle it myself."

"I'm just worried about you," the silver-white girl shrugged. "I was planning to bring Sanguinius over first, but then I realized a fight had already broken out on your side."

“I am not a child anymore,” Angron said.

"Yeah, mom knows."

This perfunctory tone, like coaxing a child...

Angron took a deep breath and turned away. "I'm going to continue my fight."

"Okay, and please go to the Lower Nest Area and help me check on those Genestealers. After all, I've already promised Doraemon." The silver-white girl smiled and squinted her eyes. "Be careful."

"I understand." Angron said impatiently.

"Well, next..." The silver-white girl looked at another demon primarch who shared the same name as her proud offspring. When her gaze fell on the Butcher's Nail that kept buzzing above his head, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes. "What a cruel device."

From the Emperor of this world, she had learned of the cruelty of the Butcher's Nails, a device that had completely replaced several vital parts of Angron's brain. Theoretically, even as a Primarch, his lifespan would come to an end shortly after the Great Crusade ended.

As for the upgrade to demon... maybe the nail was also upgraded to demon by Khorne.

what should we do?

The silver-white girl rubbed her chin, then raised her head and asked, "Do you think there will be a solution if I ask Doraemon for help?"

"...Can't we let those Ogryn Homo sapiens think of a solution?" Angron said reluctantly. He instinctively rejected the idea of ​​his mother asking others for help.

"This isn't something that can be explained by simple real-world science." The silver-white girl shook her head. "Essentially, after ascending to demon form, he became a part of the Blood God."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and gently placed her hand on the head of the figure who was still struggling. The next moment, the furious Demon Primarch fell into a complete coma.

The silver-white girl hugged the head, which was even larger than her body, and gently patted the back of his head, just like a mortal soothing a child to sleep. "Although I can't solve these nails for the time being, at least I can give him a temporary rest."

She knew why Angron was enraged, the seeds of that rage purchased by the Emperor ten thousand years ago, when he first came into contact with him.

Back then, although Angron was nailed, he still tried to maintain his rationality and carried out a losing defense with his thousand brothers. He firmly believed that even death was better than slavery. At least it was a free death that he chose by his own will. But at this moment, the Emperor appeared with his guards, asking Angron to follow him away, but Angron said that he would never abandon his brothers and leave alone.

To be honest, if it were her, she would probably call down her own guards on the spot to distribute weapons to her son's brothers, and then take Angron to hang those so-called high-ranking knights on street lamps to cheer up the children. Afterwards, those gladiators would be directly transformed and stuffed into the World Eaters, and then a group of people would be mobilized from Holy Terra to help her son manage the home planet. Or, at the very least, take his brothers away. Can't you afford to support a mere thousand people?

But the Emperor's action was to forcibly take Angron away alone, leaving his brothers to die. Afterwards, Angron himself was regarded as a deserter who abandoned his comrades in Nuceria... It's so outrageous.

Volume 1: Chapter 57 The Arrival of the Fleet

At Manerville Point, a huge mirror began to appear out of thin air, and with a ripple, a huge fleet sailed out of it. The fleet of God, which seemed to have walked out of a historical scroll, stood proudly in the endless deep space. At its core was the Glory of Macragge, which had experienced thousands of years together with the Empire.

A tall human stood in the middle, blue armor wrapped around his magnificent, god-like body. Gorgeous golden patterns were drawn on the armor to form intricate designs. Upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a flowing light that changed with every action of this demigod.

"We have arrived at the Randan system, my lord." Si Kesi stood aside, bowing her head respectfully and replied, "According to the fleet's self-inspection report, there are zero casualties. This is clearly a blessing from Om Messiah."

The Primarch nodded slightly, his mind already filled with unspeakable shock. That entire opposite dead world, that completely silent warp, existed just to form a portal for them to reach the battlefield.

Seeing the big picture from the small details, what exactly does his father want?

Before his eyes, a fog of the unknown was slowly unfolding. Even the Primarch couldn't help but feel a little afraid of the existence hiding in the shadows.

Ohm Messiah?

He glanced at Sikos, who was standing beside him with a fanatical look on her face. It was said that this great sage who supervised the construction had returned to his home planet with the token of the God of All Machines, and was not stingy in distributing those precious templates to other worlds as traces left by the gods. And every casting world that received the templates, whether out of fanatical faith, doubt, or simple desire for God's creation, chose to join the command of Huangquan No. 8 and arrive here together.

Except Mars.

Huangquan No. 8 seemed to selectively ignore the nominally orthodox leader of the Mechanicus. However, if analyzed from a political perspective, he really didn't mind supporting Huangquan No. 8 to balance Mars. At least the former's attitude towards the empire and the people was much more gentle than those oil men on Mars.

And the one who gave them the token seemed to be the target that his father wanted to fight for, the so-called God of All Things.

To achieve that goal, with the exception of his brother Lion Jonson who had been assigned other tasks by his father, the Empire, this gigantic war machine, had mobilized all its forces to the utmost. Billions of carefully selected warriors from various planets were continuously assembled under his command. Hundreds of thousands of Astartes had gathered on a scale not seen since the Great Crusade. Dozens of Titan legions were roaring and ready to charge towards the destined battlefield, willing to die for the God they believed in.

Robert Guilliman gazed at the gray-yellow planet. He knew very well what kind of terrifying power was hidden beneath the seemingly calm surface. It was an unspeakable power that could subvert everything. It was the battlefield where the evil tide of the Warp once again tried to engulf humanity. It was the end point where billions of loyal souls were about to be stained with blood.

But soon, he discovered something was wrong.

Guilliman took a step forward. Although he always thought that he had no psychic talent, perhaps due to some superhuman senses of being a Primarch, he saw some kind of illusion coming from the planet in front of him in an instant.

He heard the roar of bloodthirst, but the next moment it was replaced by the scriptures of the sages. Angry roars and peaceful chanting intertwined in his ears, followed by a disgusting stench and floral fragrance. Rotten flies and bacteria were breeding rampantly in every invisible corner, and mycelium crawled out of the corpses, but the next moment it was replaced by green grass and white flowers everywhere. Seven hundred and seventy-seven kinds of diseases were soothed and then bred again, and then there was the purple obscene atmosphere that permeated the palace, and wanton whispers came from it, making people want to concentrate and listen, while comforting themselves that it was okay to just listen for a while, but the next moment light pink crystal clusters began to spread, replacing it with light and sweet singing.

And in this bizarre scene, a silvery-white light enveloped him with a familiar throbbing.

"My child, I have asked your brothers to prepare support on the ground to meet up with Magnus. Please be careful. If you encounter the enemy..."

Father? No, that's not right!

boom--

The scorching flames of the Emperor's Sword passed in front of him, severing the illusion. Holy golden light shone in the air, and the Primarch's magnificent figure was like a tsunami, shocking everyone's senses with its unparalleled presence.

"Father?" Calgar clenched his power fist.

"It doesn't matter." Guilliman shook his head. He certainly didn't think that thing would be the Emperor. He knew his father too well. The Lord of Mankind would never say something like "my child", not to mention the name Magnus.

Clearly, this was just another cheap trick of the Dark Gods.

They tried to disguise themselves as their father, but their poor acting skills could not even fool anyone who had actual contact with the Emperor.

But at this moment, he suddenly received a communication from the Blood Angels in his own fleet.

Like all Astartes warriors, Dante, the commander of the Blood Angels, resolutely led his battle brothers onto the battlefield after receiving the call from the Lord of the Limits. He even temporarily gave up his duty of guarding the dark side of the empire and fearlessly requested to be placed in the most dangerous position.

"Sir," Dante said.

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"What is it?" Guilliman asked, suspecting that the other party might have experienced the same hallucination as he did.

But the venerable warrior, who had fought for a thousand years, said solemnly, "We sense a stirring, my lord. All the sons of Sanguinius feel it. It is a heartbeat, a growing heart beating on that planet. We hear it calling us."

"he?"

"Your descendants have spoken to us of that feeling," Dante replied briefly. "It was like a call from our genetic father."

"Remain alert." Guilliman nodded tiredly. He did not believe that Sanguinius would suddenly resurrect. Unlike Lion Johnson, he knew very well that Sanguinius was dead, died in the rebellion that destroyed the future of mankind.

But even so, how many people in his fleet would develop impulses that they shouldn't have because of this false illusion?

Before ever setting foot on the battlefield, those abominations in the darkness have already revealed their omnipresent malice.

Meanwhile, the silver-white girl was expectantly placing the Time Wrap on the sarcophagus filled with meat sauce. Then, she leaned over it and gently patted the surface, as if she were pushing a baby's cradle.

"Wake up quickly, my dear child, and don't keep your mother waiting too long."

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PS “It took some time to find the materials today

Volume 1: Chapter 58: The Emperor's Reflections

Darkness, sinking.

In a daze, my consciousness seemed to fall into an endless abyss, and all my senses were gradually leaving me.

"my child……"

It seemed as if someone was calling him, the voice was so gentle and kind that people couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

What's wrong with me?

He tried hard to recall, and fragments of memories resurfaced in his mind. It seemed like a battlefield. He saw a tall figure draped in black armor approaching, with a blood-red eye-shaped gem embedded in his body. In a burst of indescribable sadness, he recalled the name of the person in front of him:

Horus Lupercal.

His blood relatives.