Doraemon for an imperfect world

Why? Horus!

He wanted to question, but ultimately was unable to put it into words. A sticky, disgusting gaze filled the entire space, twisting and wriggling around him, evil and cold. He knew that the abominable power of destruction was watching everything he had experienced in the past, witnessing everything that was happening now, and looking forward to everything that would come in the future.

"Don't be afraid, Mom will protect you. I will never let anyone hurt you again."

He heard the whispers of the chaotic gods, a chaotic cacophony of voices that seemed to fill the entire world, moving through the flesh and blood like a substance. They cheered, screamed, roared, and whispered, urging Horus to take his next move.

He felt despair.

He realized he was breaking.

But he still tried hard to stand up and face the opponent's final attack. He would personally show them the essence of human beings that would never surrender as long as they were still alive.

"Wake up, my noble son."

He tried hard to stand up, holding his head high to face the blow that was about to take his life. Even though he had no intention of surrendering at this moment, Horus did not show him such mercy. In just a moment, his left shoulder, ribs and thigh were shattered.

It was pure cruel torture without any skill. The desperate feeling of powerlessness and sorrow began to intertwine in his heart. He could clearly feel himself breaking apart, every organ and every bone was irreversibly facing destruction. He tried to raise his head, and his last memory was a vicious hand holding his throat.

When he thought about it, he remembered it all.

Dark rage once again filled his mind, and he roared through clenched teeth. The seemingly solid sarcophagus exploded in an instant. Nothing in the world could withstand the roar from the heart of a Primarch.

"Horus—"

He roared, his huge wings spread out and trembled slightly, and the feathers at the end were trembling slightly, but the next moment an extremely familiar warmth brushed his cheek. The familiar feeling made a flash of clarity in his eyes, and he immediately saw clearly what the existence that appeared in front of him was.

It was a girl, an extremely beautiful girl, who looked not like a living human being but rather an idol in the religious sense, an image in fantasy. But at this moment, she appeared alive in front of him, and the relatively small figure gently hugged his forehead.

"Welcome back, my brave child."

This is?

Sanguinius' eyes widened. The throbbing in his blood and soul made him realize the other party's identity almost as a matter of course.

Father...that's not right!

He suddenly flapped his wings and retreated dozens of meters, lowering his body cautiously. Every muscle in his body was tensed, and he looked at the existence in front of him with full vigilance.

It was a close call, he almost mistook that being for the Emperor.

What exactly is this place?

He remembered that he should have died, or did his soul eventually fall into the hands of the dark gods?

as well as……

He rolled his pupils slightly and looked at the two red monsters behind the woman.

Angron?

Two Angrons?

"Who are you?" he demanded, while quickly gathering information about the area. His Scarlet Blade was not with him, and the same was true for his armor. "I am not your child!"

"As you can see, I am the Emperor, your genetic source. Your soul will not deceive you on this point." The silver-white girl seemed a little embarrassed. She cleared her throat and tentatively said, "Uh...Ninth Primarch?"

"Shut up!"

Sanguinius said cautiously. He did not dare to open his heart to the thing in front of him, because he knew the consequences he would suffer if he relaxed his vigilance in the face of such a being.

Although the other party gave him the feeling of the Emperor, and the throbbing from the deepest part of his soul was indeed responding to him, he knew that it couldn't be him. The Emperor would not say hypocritical words like welcome back, brave child, etc.

At the same time, he once again felt those vicious gazes. They gathered behind the woman and whispered and criticized him, just as they had gathered behind Horus.

"That bastard!"

He heard the Chaos Gods grumbling about another conspiracy, and he almost instinctively realized that the person being insulted was his real father. He was not angry about this, as what he needed more than anger at this moment was rationality.

He looked up and saw the airdrop pod falling like a meteor, tearing through the clouds with anger from the sky and bringing death to the ground.

Anyway, let’s get out of here first!

Sanguinius flapped his wings and wanted to leave, but the next moment silver-white spiritual energy roared like a tsunami.

How can it be!

He struggled hard against the mighty force that was enough to reduce cities to dust and shatter stars, but the seemingly gentle force forced him to stay where he was.

"It seems I have overestimated his bottom line as a human being." The silver-white girl's face was a little cold. "But it doesn't matter, my child. I will explain everything to you clearly."

Sanguinius felt the will of the destructive power approaching with her footsteps. He raised his head and roared, "Go away! Don't come near me!"

"Child, you should be more polite to your uncles and aunts." The silver-white girl gritted her teeth and said, "No, your father has to come for this matter."

Along with her words, the golden will also descended here.

"First," the silver-white girl pointed at the unconscious Angron lying on the ground and asked, "Aren't you going to explain the matter of my child?"

"During my encounter with Mortarion, we developed a rift, and for a long time I reflected on my mistakes."

"Hmm?" The silver-white girl was a little surprised. "You actually reflect on yourself?"

"Of course, I allowed Mortarion to challenge an unbeatable foe. That was my mistake, and I allowed his followers to kneel before me. That was also the cause of the rift between us." The Lord of Mankind's whisper echoed through the air. "I've seriously reflected on this. If I had taken Mortarion alone from the beginning, perhaps everything would have been different."

"..."

The silver-white girl was silent for a moment. "So, you applied this reflection to Angron?"

"It's not just this reason. The Twelfth Primarch has been shattered. It's pointless to pay attention to his emotions. The same goes for his comrades. I don't have time to care about the trivial matters of slaves rebelling against their masters on a planet."

On the other side, Ange from the mirror world, who was squatting and watching the Lord of Skulls and the Lord of Bones fighting each other in the distance, couldn't help but cover his face, and then looked at the newly resurrected Sanguinius with sympathy. Although Sanguinius in his world had many shortcomings, he still couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him.

Your dad is so abstract.

——Dividing——Line——

PS: According to the description in "Storm of Ruin", Sanguinius was the first to fall into the Black Rage. He had experienced the experience of being slaughtered by Horus more than once in his lifetime.

Volume 1: Chapter 59: Necrons Rollback

"To be defeated and frustrated is to lose the Emperor's prestige." Roy knelt devoutly before the towering statue of the Emperor. His former four arms had been reduced to two, using the excuse of accidental injury. He prayed with the awareness of death, "God-Emperor, we will fight for your name to the very end."

He opened his mouth bitterly. As a believer, he shouldn't have asked for too much, but a sense of guilt weighed heavily on him.

"Heretical ideas have spread throughout the hive. To defend your glory, we have instilled our faith in everyone we can. I know this desecrates the purity of your people. I will atone for this with my own life, only to earn your forgiveness."

The location of other hive cities is unknown, but the place where he is located has only 49 million survivors, and a fragment of the Atreides Bridge that can recite the Holy Word on its own, brought back by the th Planet Defense Force. People regard this fragment as the result of the Emperor's manifestation. He used this as an opportunity to unite people under his command and ordered the Heralds to transform them all into his own kind.

And now, it seems that the final moment has arrived.

He stood up and uttered his final vow:

"I swear to you, my Lord, that until all of us are dead, your name will be the only one chanted by all in this land."

After saying this, he gripped the progressive and regressive ray gun at his waist. As Doraemon's last gift, he tried to use it on his own people, but unfortunately, there were only five different stages. However, if everyone transformed into that "angel" posture, becoming the dark angels wearing black shells and only able to walk in darkness, they would still be able to defend the Emperor's land.

The price is to give up everything that makes you human.

——But this is reversible.

"Let the believers gather, we will all be reborn under the glory of the God-Emperor," he said.

"Okay, by the way, Roy, there's someone who wants to see you." Putana said hesitantly, "It's a judge who calls himself Tarasim."

Inquisitor?

Roy stiffened for a moment.

"We have infused him with loyalty and faith." Putana quickly added that the so-called loyalty and faith are actually the infectious disease communicator's potion. In other words, the other party should have been transformed into one of his own kind.

"God-Emperor." Roy opened his mouth, then nodded tiredly, "Let him in."

He knew that the other party had probably discovered something was wrong, and perhaps wanted to execute him in the name of a loyal servant of the Divine Emperor - but not today, not now!

He must lead everyone to counterattack. Without his leadership, the entire Four-Armed Divine Emperor sect will fall apart in an instant and will no longer be able to defend the Divine Emperor's territory. He cannot die before that!

So, if the other party really doesn't know what's good for him.

He gritted his teeth and made a gesture behind him. The genetic guards responsible for protecting him immediately dispersed and looked at the door with a fierce look.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a gentle face walked in and glanced into the shadows. For a moment, Roy even suspected that the man might have seen the genetic guard hidden in the darkness.

"Nice to meet you." Surprisingly, this legendary Inquisitor, who should have been so paranoid as to immediately pull out a gun and try to kill him, simply saluted gracefully and said, "Inquisitor Trazyn of the Anti-Xenophobia Order. In the name of the Emperor, I need your cooperation."

Roy couldn't help but let out a mocking smile. "Why don't we just be frank, sir? No matter who we are, we're all going to die for him. If you really want to do something for the Divine Emperor, just stay here and be quiet."

The Inquisitor looked at the statue, which had been modified into two arms, and shook his head slightly. "There are alien ruins beneath this hive city. You may be able to obtain the weapons you seek there."

"arms?"

"Of course." Trazyn smiled. "A great war is about to begin, but you obviously don't have enough weapons, do you?"

Roy glanced at his genetic guard without leaving any trace, then nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

"In that case, follow me." Trazyn said happily.

This was a war that would remain unknown to the public, and their resistance would inevitably be drowned by the demonic tide. However, the historical significance and dramatic spirit of resistance in it forced him to ignore it.

——This is a Genestealer who is aware of what he is but still believes in the Emperor wholeheartedly. This is the first time this species has appeared in the galaxy. It belongs to a unique limited card pool, so he naturally will not let it go.

But at the same time, he really didn't mind giving them some help in their resistance to the best of his ability.

Anyway, the dynasty buried underground is not his own.

Trazyn brought Roy and the accompanying guards to a pit in the base nest that was exposed perhaps due to crustal movement. As they moved forward, a gate with a style that was clearly incompatible with the Empire appeared before them.

Green lines flowed across the silver-white door. Trazyn pointed at it and explained, "Although it may be difficult to open, as long as you spend some time..."

Before Trazyn finished speaking, he saw Roy silently take out the retro-progressive ray gun and point it at the door. With the strange light, the door began to become primitive and retro, and soon it turned into a primitive structure that only appeared in the history books of the Necrontyr sixty million years ago.

A genetic guard stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked, causing the portal to collapse immediately.

"This is really..." Trazyn walked over and looked at the door with interest. It was not simply destroyed or damaged, but restored to its original design. However, he really couldn't understand how this was done.

It's almost like magic.

"What is that?" he asked curiously. "Some kind of lost artifact?"

"Well, I found it by chance in the bottom nest."

"I heard it was a gift from a blue iron man," Trazyn asked. "The same thing goes for the thing in the bottom nest that can create food and insects out of thin air."

"You think too much, Your Excellency the Inquisitor." Roy said calmly, "That was just a lie to deceive others. I made it up to prove that I was blessed by the Emperor."

Trazyn smiled and said nothing more, but continued to walk forward with a few people.

Suddenly, some silver-white metal skeletons began to twitch.

"This is troublesome," said Trazyn.

Roy didn't panic. He picked up the forward-degradation ray gun without hesitation and aimed it at the silver-white skeletons. He still hadn't fully understood the effect of this weapon. If it was irradiated in the forward direction, the weapon would continue to degrade. If it was adjusted to irradiate in the reverse direction, the weapon would first strengthen and then degrade. When irradiating his own people, there would only be five forms, no matter how they were irradiated. When irradiating demons, there was no effect at all. When irradiating the greenskins dropped from the war moon outside the atmosphere, they would continue to degrade in the forward direction and gradually evolve into something taller in the reverse direction.

And after aiming at these metal aliens.

They actually turned into flesh and blood.

Trazyn: ???

Trazyn: !!!

——Dividing——Line——

PS: In fact, the Necrontyr and the Necrons are two completely different species. The Necrontyr simply had its memories copied and pasted into the Necrons and then its body was destroyed. But considering that the Evolutionary Ray Gun can turn an ordinary pet cage into a machine that automatically captures dinosaurs, it makes sense to turn the Necrons back into the previous version of the Necrontyr, right?

By the way, I really can't find out what the Necrontyr looked like when he was alive. Does anyone know?

Volume 1: Remarks on the launch

As the title says, the editor came to me and said that the book was going to be put on the shelves.

Frankly speaking, I didn’t expect this book to do so well. At first, I just wrote it for fun. After all, Doraemon has appeared, so it has nothing to do with the original dark style of Warhammer, right?

Of course, I will not be limited to Warhammer. I also want to explore the worlds of Black Bullet and Fate later - the iron fist of the Blue God of All Machines can crush all tragedies!

In short, thank you all for your support and company.

Volume 1: Chapter 60: Pureblood Genestealer

Evolving the ray gun doesn't essentially return the item to its past state, but rather iterates between different versions.

It can transform a piece of clothing into a technologically advanced futuristic garment, or it can turn it into primitive animal hides, even if there is no direct connection between these items. The same is true for living things. Although the Necrontyr and the Necrons are two completely different species, the latter have inherited the former's memories, culture and even self-awareness. Under this inheritance relationship, there is a connection between the two that can be traced by the Progression and Degeneration Ray Gun.