Doraemon for an imperfect world

So, when Roy pulled the trigger, an ancient species that had been extinct for 60 million years was resurrected.

Then Roy stabbed the skinny alien to death with his scepter. As if to demonstrate his loyalty in front of the Inquisitor, he repeatedly trampled on the alien's remains until it was bloody. During this time, the alien let out several unintelligible wails, and the Inquisitor he was judging froze in place with an expressionless face, as if because of these wails.

After doing all this, he looked at the advancing and regressing radiation gun in his hand with a confused look on his face.

So what exactly is the effect of this thing? Why does it have completely different effects on different targets, even turning metal into flesh and blood?

Or does this weapon have different effects on different targets?

Just as Roy was puzzled, he saw the Inquisitor beside him walking forward step by step. His face seemed to be paralyzed and had no expression at all. A strange sense of disharmony emerged from this expressionless face, which even made him have some more creepy and dark fantasies - a monster in human skin sneaking among humans.

"Sir?" Roy asked in a low voice.

Trazyn did not answer him. He just squatted down and carefully examined every feature of the inhuman alien in front of him, observing the distortion of fear and pain on its face. It seemed that it had no idea why it appeared in such a place. This was normal. With its social class, it was impossible for it to be allocated a body that could preserve its consciousness during the biological transformation process. So in the next tens of millions of years, it lived in a daze like a real machine, until now, it was suddenly pulled into the cruel reality of 60 million years later, and endured the malice of another race for no reason.

He may be completely unaware that his soul was once devoured by the Star God, and he cannot understand why he suddenly appeared here after undergoing a biological transformation, whether voluntarily or forcibly.

The last time he felt so deeply incredible was when he saw the Grey Knight successfully bypass scientific means through hymns and spells and activate the hypercube maze to seal the demon.

But is he really alive?

Does that seemingly desperate wailing really come from the fear of the soul?

Trazyn glanced at the weapon in Roy's hand. He didn't believe that humans could possess this level of technology. What was happening before his eyes was most likely just a conspiracy. But if that was indeed true, then...

His entire race will go crazy for it.

"That weapon," Trazyn asked. "Where did it come from?"

"It's a lost relic found in the ruins of the bottom nest, sir." Roy said firmly.

"Okay." Trazyn lowered his head and continued to examine the flesh and blood corpse. Neither the Necrons nor the Necronians were good at psychic powers, and he could not be sure whether the corpse in front of him had a soul.

If simply growing flesh and blood was not worthy of much concern, it would be just the most insignificant manifestation of the deep darkness of the warp. Even considering the attention that this planet called Randan was receiving, this might just be a perfect conspiracy. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he could take out such an obviously unreasonable weapon as soon as he saw him.

This makes sense, as some beings in the Warp can now even corrupt the Black Stone Monoliths that should completely restrain them, and that being obviously has a greater interest in humans and the Necrons.

—Vashtor.

He had already learned his lesson once about rashly stuffing things related to the subspace into his museum.

But even so, he still felt a deep desire.

He stretched out his hand. Through particle reconstruction technology, he could completely dismantle equipment or facilities far away in another galaxy and then transmit them here. These unique gene stealers could become a unique landscape in his museum, and the weapon could also be studied carefully by him in the following time.

Just one cube maze from Norwalk Dynasty and everything will be a breeze.

That seemingly ordinary weapon will be the hope of an entire race. His race will completely get rid of the sad current situation where they are confused and stubborn and can no longer create any art. They will once again embrace the real world instead of the cold data provided by sensors, have real joys and sorrows, and completely rewrite their past mistakes.

Unlike those Mechanicus who were willing to cut off their humanity piece by piece, he was originally bound by chains and entered the flame of biological transformation.

"I know what you're thinking, sir." Roy noticed the other party's gaze on the weapon at his waist and said calmly, "So far, the effect of this weapon is completely random, and I don't know its function, but I promised to leave it to you after I use it."

Roy no longer intends to continue living in a world full of heretics and demons. He will take everyone with him to death, and he wants to pass on the gift given by Doraemon to the empire. This is the last thing he can do for the Holy Majesty he believes in.

But, random?

"Okay, I'll remember that." Trazyn said. In this place where the eyes of all the gods were focused, he didn't plan to take action right away. Or, if he had the chance, he would also like to see what the so-called Blue God of All Things was, which was fought over by the most powerful forces in the entire galaxy.

And when they walked out of the tomb with their weapons, spears of light pierced through the clouds above their heads, stars fell like rain, and eight roars rang in their ears, which were soon replaced by the eight words of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trustworthiness, loyalty, filial piety and brotherly love. In the midst of the bloody storm, an even more bloodthirsty rage roared once again.

Demonic shadows covered the sky, dark clouds obscured the sun, and everything before his eyes seemed like a reappearance of ancient myths. For a moment, Roy was even grateful from the bottom of his heart to the God-Emperor for allowing him to set foot on this battlefield that was destined to be recorded in history and become a footnote in the epic of future generations.

The crowd began to gather around him, and the best of the tens of millions of loyal believers were selected, while Roy twisted the forward and backward ray gun. At this point, there was no need for him to hide it from the Inquisitor beside him. He only hoped that this loyal servant of the Emperor would remember his piety.

"Today is the day we return to the Golden Throne." He pulled the trigger, and beneath the blazing light, a dense swarm of pureblooded Genestealers began to roar, "For the Emperor!!!"

Volume 1: Chapter 61: Mortarion and Mortarion

"eye for eye!"

Kiya brandished two power swords given to her by Sikos, and wearing a mortal-sized force-feedback power armor, she fought alongside the Mechanicus Skitarii who had changed into blue and black. The first battle at the landing point was far more brutal than imagined. In just the past hour, the trenches not far in front of them had changed hands dozens of times. According to the will of the Son of God, they had to create enough open space for the Mechanicus Titans to land.

By the way, after a fierce debate, Huangquan No. 8 has expelled Titan from the category of "God's Machine". In Sikos's opinion, Titan is man-made after all, and only the invented machine she brought back is the only God's Machine.

Mars expressed firm opposition to this.

Of course, it was actually difficult for Kya to understand what was so arguable about this title, and she didn't really want to understand. Under the cover of the Crusader's artillery fire, she just cheered and jumped high, narrowly avoiding the chainsaw of a plague warrior, cutting off his left hand with a sword, and then lowering her body and diving, breaking the opponent's right leg as well. The tall figure suddenly fell down, and Kya took the opportunity to chop off the opponent's head with a sword.

Kya felt happy.

She continued to charge, and hundreds of figures with eight-pointed star scars on their bodies, obviously corrupted and mutated, rushed towards her. As she waved her hand decisively, every time she raised her hand, at least one profaned life was purified.

The joy of victory and revenge made her addicted. Compared with those Mechanicus who never spoke nicely, the simple killing on the battlefield was obviously more satisfying to her. She didn't need to think about anything, just let the murderous intent fill her whole body and let the instinct to slaughter heretics fill her flesh and blood.

They need to pay the price for what they have done, not only the Blood God who once fooled her, but also all the heretics who slaughtered civilians. Life is the Emperor's currency, and they have desecrated the Emperor's property!

And I am the emperor's... counterfeit money?

Life is like this, it doesn't get any better than this, Kya thought.

Of course, she was not completely unthinking. One of the twin maidens from the living saint, [Faith], was lurking in her head. Sometimes she would recite holy words to her to cultivate her sentiments - thanks to this, Kiya finally memorized it - and other times she would help her think when she was fully immersed in the battlefield and had no time to care about other things.

"The situation has changed!" The Skitarii Marshal's unified command came from her helmet. "According to the divination signal, the signal of the enemy's small engine has been detected. Coordinates (114, 514). The enemy knight force is moving quickly."

Kiya looked in that direction, and saw a sickly pale mist beginning to spread, with an indescribable monster twisting and wriggling in it.

"That's the area the nuns are in charge of," Faith said. "We'll go over there to provide support, but don't take off your helmets."

"Yeah, I know!"

Kiya cheered, and golden wings bloomed behind her, then carried her up into the air. It was the first time she experienced the feeling of soaring in the air. This unprecedented feeling made her unable to help but open her hands and flap them twice like wings.

"Be serious, from now on you will fight alongside them as Saint Celestine," Faith reminded.

"Oh, okay, okay!" Kiya quickly put her hands away.

When she spread her golden wings and reached above the heads of the nuns, the fanatical shouting almost made her ears hurt. Kiya clenched her weapon a little embarrassedly, and in front of her, three plague knights from complete knight families walked out of the white mist.

But it goes beyond that.

In the white mist, the Nurgle army and plague warriors rushed out with an unspeakable stench, and some larger block-like existence gradually transformed from illusion into reality. It was a behemoth that was big enough to rival the Titans. Seven wheeled tower carts walked out of the white mist, and groups of demi-humans with beast heads pushed them towards the loyal soldiers of the empire.

The bombardment from the Titans spanned the entire battlefield, and the dazzling light fully indicated the punishment handed down by the Human Empire. A huge mushroom cloud rose up, but when the light faded and the smoke and dust dispersed in the storm, Kiya unexpectedly discovered that the seven tower cars were intact. They looked to be made of pure wood, with a large number of roots twisted and entangled into blasphemous shapes, disgusting tumors and sticky moss all over their surface. It just ran straight over the friendly forces in front of it to lubricate its wheels with their blood, vicious claws and vines grew on its surface, three swollen faces were all over its body, and from every crack extended a primitive musket-like nozzle like a tongue, moving forward with dark green poisonous gas.

So, Kya began to dive.

She heard people cheering for her, even if the name they were cheering was Celestine.

She flew straight into the rising green steam, and a field generator on her waist, which was made with the template given by the divine machinery, began to start up. Its effectiveness far exceeded that of ordinary military equipment. Relying on it to disperse the poisonous fog, Kiya stabbed the power sword into the surface of the wooden tower car, and then began to fly around it, and disgusting sticky liquid splashed out behind her.

But at this moment, Kiya seemed to sense something, and everyone seemed to sense that an unprecedented and majestic existence had set foot on this planet with its unparalleled presence.

She stopped what she was doing and rose high into the sky. She saw a magnificent and noble figure slowly walking out of the shadows. Kiya had only seen one such tall being before.

"That is?"

"Primarch," said Faith. "Traitor to the Emperor, Mortarion."

But at this moment, another army suddenly rushed into the battlefield from the side, and the same unparalleled sense of oppression filled the world.

Kiya looked in that direction and saw another identical Primarch, who looked quite clean, leading his offspring into the army of Nurgle.

Now she had two Primarchs before her, one of them Mortarion, the other also Mortarion.

"The Primarch... can split himself?" Kiya blinked. "What's going on?"

Belief:……

"You may not believe it." Faith said with great hesitation, "The Emperor told me that it was reinforcements he brought from another world."

An imperial loan?

No, no.

Kiya shook her head vigorously and asked suspiciously:

"Are you sure it was the Emperor who said that?"

"Yes, the Emperor told me so herself."

Kya blinked "She?"

Volume 1: Chapter 62 Mortarion: Don't you have a mother?

"Mortarion!"

On the Glory of Macragge, Guilliman could not help but slap the control panel. At this moment, the silver-white light of the Warp once again tried to invade his consciousness and seduce him to fall - for this reason, she even said the ridiculous lie that the other Mortarion was a reinforcement called by the Emperor.

Guilliman ignored the other party's seemingly gentle whisper, turned around without hesitation and trampled on the unrealistic illusion. He knew that he had to go to the battlefield in person. The arrival of the Demon Primarch was a disaster for everyone, and he would definitely become his enemy again. This was something only he could do.

The blazing spears of light were still piercing through the clouds, and the macro cannons were accelerated to sub-light speed outside the portholes and then smashed towards the ground, but all this power that was enough to shatter the stars was eventually weakened to an almost ridiculous level.

Obviously, on this battlefield where the gods cheer, the battle between the Son of Vengeance and the Lord of Death can only be fought in the most primitive way, with bloodshed and a fight to the death!

Mortarion in the mirror world was walking in a wasteland. Compared with the other self opposite him, his power armor was neat and tidy and revealed vigorous vitality. There were fresh and beautiful patterns on the wings on his back. The air purifier he carried with him ensured that he had the purest air around him, but even so, the foul smell mixed in it still made him frown slightly. As he moved forward, emerald green grass leaves began to take root and sprout, fireflies shone with emerald green starlight in the green grass, and white flowers bloomed in the footprints of him and his offspring, proudly showing the indomitable and vitality of life.

“It’s really dirty.”

He looked at the Nurgle army in front of him with some disgust, and the same was true for his descendants. Mysophobia was one of the genetic phenomena engraved in his gene seed. In the dirty and corrupt demon army in the distance, a plague warrior ran wildly through the crowd, holding the plague power axe high in his hand, and the symbol of three flies was painted on his shoulder armor. He jumped up and swung the weapon at the Primarch.

"remarkably brave."

The Agent of Life moved, and only the most elite guards around him saw this thunderous blow. The majestic Primarch waved his arm lightly, as if he was chasing away a real fly. The breastplate of the warrior serving death began to horribly dent, tear, and fall apart the moment it was touched, and then it was casually slapped away and crashed into the crowd of Nurgle believers who were also breeding countless diseases. These pathetic beings were crushed like a bowling ball, and their bones and flesh were lifted high and fell to the ground, until they were once again mercilessly trampled under the feet of their companions.

"Typhon, commanding the army is now up to you!"

Mortarion of the Mirror World spoke as he stretched out his hand, and a vast psychic force blossomed and gushed out from his palm. He always liked to use psychic power to tear apart his enemies efficiently and quickly, and his loyal and reliable friend took over the command very naturally. This was a tacit understanding between them in the past tens of thousands of years. Whenever there was too much work or he simply wanted to be lazy, he would hand it over to Typhon, and occasionally he would even joke that he was the real commander of the Death Guard.

"Typhons?" Mortarion, who had just walked out of the mist, felt a little confused by the name, but he still turned around a few times to avoid the incoming psychic power. This terrifying impact plowed a huge and cruel gully on the ground like a rift valley. He began to run, and the sound barrier was easily torn apart. A cloud of dust extended from the end of his huge Scythe of Silence, and then the two Primarchs collided with each other in an instant. Spider-web-like cracks began to spread under their feet, and the air waves generated by the collision of the two sickles even directly knocked the surrounding cultists to the ground.

"What the hell are you, another slave of my cold and heartless father?"

"First, I admit that your father is indeed a cold-blooded bastard!" The mirror world's Mortari brandished his weapon, tearing through the air with a massive scream that sounded like the world itself wailing. Without a care in the world, he dodged and let his offspring fire a blast of fiery plasma at the man before him, then took the opportunity to inflict a deep scar on the man's shoulder armor. "Second, don't judge others by your own standards. Not everyone is a servile slave like you!"

He sneered. Compared to himself in this world, he was more like a noble king. Innate majesty was wrapped around every corner of his body, as if he was born to be high and mighty.

This caused dissatisfaction in Mortarion. He stomped on the ground like a natural disaster, and the soil and rocks collapsed instantly. He used the shoulder armor on the other side to block the opponent's weapon, and then a scar instantly appeared on his enemy's chest.

"Don't use my face to talk!" Mortarion shouted hoarsely. "Do you know what he has done? On our first meeting, he took away the cause I have fought for my whole life, as if it were just an insignificant grain of sand on his road to godhood, trampling under his feet everything I have suffered and fought for, and he didn't care at all! He also called himself the emperor, what right does he have to have such a title? While enjoying the admiration of his sons, he even disdained to tell others his real name. That tyrant has always been like this, self-righteously sacrificing everyone for his hypocritical goals! So I have returned, and I will serve the people once again!"

"For the people?" Mortarion of the Mirror World glanced at the two sides fighting on the cruel battlefield that was like a meat grinder. Billions of troops were being transported in continuously through the Mirror World Empire, while on the other side, endless mortals carrying all kinds of terrible diseases were shouting the name of Nurgle and becoming another one of the countless corpses scattered on the battlefield, allowing those who came later to step on their bones to continue piling up a higher battlefield, allowing their blood to soak into the soil, and humbly disappearing and dying.

This disrespect for life made him angry.

"I've heard your story. Mother told me that you once led people in a rebellion against the xenos high in the mountains, but later became a slave owner sitting on the mountain itself." The two weapons intertwined, and the two Primarchs stared into each other's eyes. Mortarion in the Mirror World revealed his heartfelt contempt. He always spoke his mind, believing it was better to consume others externally than to consume himself internally. "How ridiculous! Do the evil gods of this world enjoy turning their followers into losers?"

"Shut up!" Mortarion shouted, his voice thick with phlegm, his voice rasping in his throat. "Do you think the Emperor is a perfect man? Can you truly say that He loves all men, as any father loves his children?"

During the Plague War, Mortarion asked Guilliman a similar question, and Guilliman's reaction at the time was to tighten his jaw in anger, but he could not say a word to refute it.

But faced with the same question, Mortarion in the Mirror World smiled heartfeltly. "Like I said, you shouldn't judge others by your own standards. Or is it that when you were growing up, you didn't have a mother who loved you deeply from the bottom of her heart and was willing to give everything for you?"

——Dividing——Line——

PS: The two words "Hedi" combined together are actually harmonious words, which is outrageous.

Volume 1: Chapter 63: The Silver-White Emperor

He is smiling.

It was a smile that came from the heart, a weak and foolish smile like those of ordinary people, and it could be seen from the disgusting smile that seemed to have been spoiled by his family.

Mortarion felt unreasonably angry about this.

Is this something to brag about?

Like a cowardly child who cannot leave his family for support, he self-righteously talks about his mother, being loved, and being willing to give everything for him.

So weak!

You said it so naturally, as if you thought he would be envious. It's so stupid and ridiculous!

He certainly didn't need that ridiculous so-called mother who would only make him weak. He grew up on a mountaintop surrounded by poisonous gas, and grew up under the whipping and enslavement of his alien adoptive father. In the end, he overcame everything with his perseverance, except for the final victory that was taken away by the Emperor!

And he!

Seeing the happiness that came from the other person's heart when he mentioned the word "mother", Mortarion couldn't help but grit his teeth. He didn't refute the other person's words anymore, but increased his strength, silently wanting to take the other person's life.

The same goes for Mortarion in the mirror world. He has reasons why he cannot lose. The future of the two worlds rests on him and his other brothers. What's more, his mother is in this world right now. He doesn't want to face any failure in front of his mother!

Stepping on the battlefield made of thousands of piled bones, the two great powers that hold the power over life are colliding with them as the core. Horrible illusions keep appearing in everyone's mind. One step forward is like countless withered arms stretching towards the sky from the dry and dirty soil. The second step is like mountains and rivers shattered, followed by the collapse of the palace, the extinguishing of stars, and billions and billions of corpses falling from the sky. Under their feet is the sticky blood plasma that is gradually solidifying. Eyeballs emerge from it and look at them in despair, and they run and fight in these illusions where truth and falsehood are intertwined, and reality and illusion overlap. The blood of both sides is constantly torn out from their bodies, dyeing each other's sickles red.