Doraemon for an imperfect world

And just then, another Primarch arrived on the battlefield.

Roboute Guilliman, the Lord of the Limits, ignored the silvery chatter in his head and the complaints against his biological father. He stood in the crowd, his huge figure like a living banner. Just standing there soothed all the fears of the loyal people of the Empire when facing death.

"Something is not right, my lord." Sicarius stood aside and whispered, "Even if they are fighting each other, it does not mean that one of them could be our ally."

"I know this." The Lord of the Limits held the Emperor's Sword in his hand. Two almost opposite teams collided with each other in front of him. The roars made the dark clouds in the sky droop. Only the spears of light that fell from time to time shone like pillars connecting the sky and the earth.

He tried hard to look calm and maintain an air of composure as if everything was under control.

The fighting styles of the two Mortarions in front of him were completely different. The one he was familiar with was obviously trying to prolong the battle to consume the opponent's physical strength, while the other was trying to end the battle quickly while using psychic powers, long-range weapons, calling for support from his offspring and other methods at all costs.

At this moment, the communication beads around his neck suddenly rang.

Is he the great sage who supervised the construction of Huangquan No. 8?

Guilliman answered the comms.

"Sir, according to the results of the divination array, a large number of alien creatures are approaching from a distant hive. The number is estimated to be in the tens of millions. They are Genestealers."

"Understood. I will arrange for the troops to prepare for battle."

"No, sir, in fact, they are most likely our allies," Sikos said firmly. "According to our calculations, there is a 98.93% probability that they have been summoned by Om Messiah."

Because of the precedent of Kiya, Sikos believed that these gene stealers were likely to be the same. What's more, she had witnessed the great divine machinery in the bottom nest, so the universal love of Om Messiah must be regardless of species. This showed the great sentiment of the God of All Machines to treat all equally, reflected the thoughts and feelings of God's love for the world, and proved the core point that Om Messiah was the only true God in the world.

"That's just in case." Guilliman took a deep breath. "Anything else?"

"Although the aether detectors are completely overloaded, loyal sensors still report several violent fluctuations in psychic reactions. Further observations have confirmed the targets to be: Fulgrim and Magnus. The good news is that they are also locked in the same battle with themselves."

Two more Daemon Primarchs, Guilliman thought, his fallen brothers still went against their former ideals, and were now preparing to wantonly trample on what they once fought so hard to protect.

"But, my lord," Sikos continued. Guilliman keenly noticed the hint of anticipation in her words. "The good news is that we have discovered the miracle of the Om Messiah. A being completely opposite to the Daemon Primarch has descended upon the battlefield. I believe you have already noticed it."

Guilliman glanced at Mortarion, who was calling on his offspring and the great demon beside him to concentrate their firepower and attack shoulder to shoulder, and from time to time he glanced at his mirror world with a look that said, "Why are you just watching?"

"Do you think this is a creation of Om Messiah?"

"Om Messiah has gifted us a mirror world, my lord," said Sikos. "Since my lord can create a universe, he can naturally create corresponding individuals. Just like the patterns on those power armors, they are completely opposite. My lord, you should have seen the same completely opposite and reversed celestial bodies in the mirror world."

This is simply...

It’s ridiculous.

"So, what's your suggestion?"

"Those aliens may know the whereabouts of Om Messiah," said Sikos. "We must go and find the traces of the God of All Machines. Therefore, the Death Bolt Titan Legion and its affiliated Skitarii request to leave the team."

"Granted!" said Guilliman. He did not believe that another Mortarion was created by Om Messiah to help him. Nothing about Chaos was credible.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Mortarion seized the opportunity and, in exchange for injury, the sickle completely cut through the entire breastplate of his other self. The tip of the blade pierced the ribs and was only a little away from harvesting the heart, but as a price, his abdomen was completely pierced through.

But this is nothing. For the Primarch, a mere penetrating wound will not affect the next action at all.

But a dazzling white light suddenly rose up.

"Tsk." Mortarion in the mirror world couldn't help but curl his lips, put down his scythe and leaned on the ground. "Well, the fair fight ends here. My mother is always like this. She insisted on coming here in person even though it was just a minor injury."

Volume 1: Chapter 64: Mom is the Best in the World

Time stood still at this moment, not just a metaphor or description. An unrivaled and powerful will descended upon the battlefield and seized the supreme authority over all things in the world in an instant.

Every atom stopped moving. A bomb flying through the air, trailing flames, stopped in front of a nun. The power sickle in the hands of a plague warrior was only a hair's breadth away from the victim in front of him. The power sword in the hands of the extreme warrior was wrapped in thunder and tore the flesh of the heretics. Blood splattered in the air to form crystal clear rubies. Even the demon primarch Mortarion was bound by this omnipresent force.

Guilliman raised his head, and an eternal chill began to spread on the battlefield. A girl with silver-white hair appeared on the battlefield at some point. She strolled calmly on the battlefield where thousands of troops were fighting. She seemed to casually stretch out her slender white fingertips and gently pushed the trajectory of several bombs, changing their destination from the selfless nun to the helmet of the plague warrior beside her.

Then, flames began to spread beneath her feet, igniting the blasphemous mist. Silver-white flames danced in every corner of the battlefield. Lower-level demons began to melt like ice in magma, silent wails emanating from their throats. The great demons favored by Nurgle began to shrivel and struggle, their skin exploding in the flames like that of mortals. Guilliman vaguely heard the final cry of the billions of demons before they were burned to ashes:

"Cursed... cursed..."

A true miracle has befallen the battlefield. All disadvantages have been reversed in an instant, and the Emperor's enemies are burning in flames!

"Mother." Mortarion in the mirror world said helplessly, "I can handle it myself."

He would never be like himself in this world, who lost the fight and was rescued by others, then blamed others for stealing his victory, and even kept being upset for tens of thousands of years, just like a social giant baby who did not receive good family education and interpersonal communication since childhood and thus grew up with a mentally ill personality.

But at the same time, he felt helpless from the bottom of his heart about his mother's doting.

It was as if in her eyes I would always be a child who would never grow up.

What a headache.

"You have suffered so much, my poor child." The silver-white girl walked in front of Mortarion and gently stood on tiptoe amid the latter's eyes full of resistance. Mortarion in the mirror world squatted down helplessly and stretched out his hand, letting his mother stand in his palm and gently stroke the head of the Lord of Death.

"First of all, mother." Mortarion in the mirror world ignored the humiliation in his other self's eyes. He looked at his mother seriously and solemnly and said, "He is not your child. This is the first point. Secondly, he has committed countless sins!"

"I know." The silver-white girl smiled. In her eyes, her offspring was always above all else, even though he had indeed made many mistakes in the past. However, unlike that golden bastard, she was very good at the art of language. "Don't worry, my child. No matter when or where, you are unique in my heart."

Mortarion in the mirror world turned his head away, curled his lips in disapproval, but he seemed to be much more relaxed.

"Then what's next." Seeing that her beloved child was no longer blocking her way, the silver-white girl jumped for joy. The God of Plague in the Warp seemed to realize something, and a hint of urgency flashed in his eyes that were big enough to cover the Milky Way. But the God of Fertile Soil took the opportunity to pour out his power, trying to help his old friend get back another child.

And when the Emperor walks the mortal world, her power is nearly unmatched.

The silvery-white light penetrated into Mortarion's body, binding him firmly to the material world.

As for the rest.

Let's take it with Angron and let Doraemon figure out a solution.

Then, time began to flow.

boom!

The bomb turned in front of the nun's eyes, passed through her white hair and shot into the body of a plague warrior beside her. The seemingly indestructible blasphemy shook for a moment, and the next moment the ultramarine's sharp blade pierced through the cultist's flesh and cut off his heavy Terminator power armor. The nuns roared and sprayed burning promethium at the fallen enemy.

"For the Emperor!"

They shouted.

The surging tide of the enemy was receding, and the silver-white flames danced on the battlefield without harming any loyal soldiers. As they walked in the flames, they felt only the tenderness as if they were being embraced and religious ecstasy.

Guilliman stared at the figure, and as if he had noticed something, the girl turned around, her azure eyes filled with all-embracing tenderness, and then she gave him a gentle smile. At that moment, the strong sense of dislocation almost made the demigod suspect that he had fallen into a carefully woven illusion.

That's his father.

Or rather, it should be his father.

Although he wanted to deceive himself by saying that he was just a special and powerful psychic, he knew deep down in his heart that there were only a handful of psychics so powerful that they could easily control the situation on the battlefield, and he would never make a mistake in the brilliance contained in that psychic power.

So, did his father find another girl who was willing to sacrifice herself for him as a carrier of his power?

Guilliman waved his hand to signal the crowd to disperse, and walked towards the shining light like a beacon with only his guards.

"Go and help them, my child." said the silver-white empress.

"As you command, Mother." Mortarion of the Mirror World shrugged, walked past Guilliman with a threatening and warning look, and then rushed straight into the remaining battlefield.

"Who are you?" Guilliman stepped forward, the Emperor's sword gleaming in his hand.

"It's obvious, child." The silver-white girl smiled and opened her arms. "I know it might be difficult for you to call a woman you've just met mother, so just use the name you prefer."

This...can't possibly be the Emperor!

"Who is he?" Guilliman looked at Mortarion in the distant mirror world.

"He's your brother from another world." The silver-white girl smiled and said, "Your father found us, and for the sake of our people, we responded to his needs."

"Then where is my father?"

"Sanguinius is salvaging the fragments of humanity he abandoned," the silver-white girl said with some disdain. "You will see him when the salvaging is complete."

She still had some expectations. Maybe after regaining his humanity, the emperor would no longer behave so anthropomorphically?

But no matter what, in order to prevent a certain demon named Hypertension under Nurgle from getting too much improvement and strengthening, she doesn't intend to communicate with him again until she can restore the bastard's humanity.

Volume 1: Chapter 65: Noise Warrior

At the same time, suburban areas.

"The Divine Emperor's army has arrived on this planet!" Roy stretched out his four arms, raised his scepter from a high position, and encouraged, "Charge out! Crush all the heretics you see! We will fight alongside His army!"

With that, the roars of tens of millions of pure-blooded Genestealers nearly tore the sky apart, and a surging demonic tide descended here, carrying the malice of the Chaos Gods!

"Very good!" Roy licked his lips, trying hard to adapt to his current body. "The moment of glorious death has come, for the Emperor!"

After saying that, he jumped high and grabbed the huge claws of a hell dragon, then climbed all the way to the top of its head. As the latter rolled and spun violently, he tore its head with his claws, and then fell from the sky with it into the next round of fighting.

"For the Emperor!"

He heard a mocking laugh, so he subconsciously looked over. Some tall Space Marines walked out from the demon tide and began to fight in the name of the Emperor.

Angel of Death?

wrong.

He immediately realized something was wrong.

There was nothing so-called holy and noble about those purple angels. The tall warrior had a cruel hook on one side of his shoulder armor that hooked a piece of fresh human skin. He held a huge guitar-like weapon in his hand. His arms, chest, thighs and calves were covered with a large number of densely packed, audio-like structures. He did not wear a helmet, so his completely inhuman head was exposed - it looked as if the entire face skin was peeled off and then roughly sewn back together. It was cruel, blasphemous and disgusting.

"For the Emperor!"

More abominations of equal blasphemy emerged from the demonic tide, shouting the Emperor's name with a sickening satisfaction, as if the very act of immorality delighted them.

How dare they blaspheme the Divine Emperor like this!

Roy roared to the sky in anger, then rushed forward. Since he became like this, his strength and psychic power have continued to grow, making him so powerful that only the former patriarch can be compared with him.

On par with them? Perhaps his power has far surpassed that of the previous patriarch.

That's right, he is now the only patriarch of a tribe. After all, through the advancement and regression radiation gun, he can easily evolve to the level of perfection across infinite time. In other words, as a pure-blooded gene stealer, he has reached the pinnacle that this creature can theoretically evolve to naturally through time.

He roared angrily, his massive body slamming directly into the shameless demon army. The enemy's corpses were crushed into mud on his body. Seeing this, the enemy pointed that strange weapon at him, and a sound that was enough to physically tear his heart apart hit him...

Well, compared to what I experienced before, the magic sound that wiped out the old patriarch and his men was really nothing to mention.

In fact, Doraemon once mentioned to him afterwards that the voice came from a creature called Fat Tiger. He didn't know what it was, but after the warp rift opened above the planet, he converted almost all the survivors he could find into his own kind, and ensured their loyalty by forcibly injecting faith in the Emperor - although their loyalty was to the Four-Armed Emperor.

Then a noble girl named Israel explained to him that the tiger was an extinct species on ancient Terra and was said to have been the top predator at the top of the food chain.

——Roy deeply agreed with this. If a creature that could make such a terrifying sound wasn't a top predator, then it only meant that Terra's ecological environment was truly horrible. It truly deserved to be the birthplace of mankind.

After experiencing that kind of breathtaking and terrifying sound, this kind of sonic weapon is actually just that to him.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

"Die, heretic!"

He easily swung his claws and split the blasphemous and abominable heretic in two at the chest with just one blow. What made him even more disgusted was that facing the destruction of his own body, he actually let out a burst of wanton moans and rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, as if that gave him a strong sensory stimulation.

"Ah, the Emperor..."

"Shut up!" Roy crushed the disgusting head with his foot. "You don't deserve to say that name!"

But his anger obviously caused the other fallen warriors to mock him even more. They shouted the Emperor's name and played the blasphemous weapons. Further behind him, Roy saw a naked figure kneeling on the ground. A large number of cruel hooks pierced his flesh, almost sewing his head to his hips. His two hands were raised high behind his back. Two metal instruments were sewn between his arms. The bone body of the instrument was closed at the top. His broken soul turned into strings and was pulled up. A wanton demon stepped on his head with one foot and plucked the strings with one hand. Accompanied by the ecstatic screams of the victims or the devotees, the sound waves of destruction began to spread across the battlefield.

At that moment, Roy's anger reached an uncontrollable level.

The truly cruel side of the universe began to unfold before his eyes, and all he could do was support his will and soul through faith.

Faith, what a great gift.

He was grateful from the bottom of his heart for the mercy of the God-Emperor and for the precious faith he had bestowed upon people, helping them survive one cruel century after another. Because of these beliefs, he was no longer afraid, and because of these beliefs, he was not afraid of death.

He roared, powerful psychic energy sweeping around him as he charged into the enemy camp alongside his people.

From the shattered illusion before his eyes, he saw an unspeakable horror. The wanton evil god was in ecstasy, showing an unprecedented urgency in tearing apart the clean and beautiful crystal cluster, allowing the crystal to penetrate his body. The divine blood flowed wantonly. The wanton god desperately wanted to embrace, to desecrate, to torture his other self, and to use everything he had to show what eternal love was.

After all, what else in this world could make the Dark Prince feel more joyful from the bottom of his heart than seeing his other self?

Slaanesh's love has always been like this. Once on Earth in the 3K era, there was a painter who loved Index and was glanced at by Slaanesh. The form of love she expressed was strong and endless, constantly breaking the bottom line and pursuing higher sensory stimulation!

Roy ignored these illusions. All he could feel was anger, and this anger continued to grow stronger under the influence of the demonic sound.

But at this moment, another cry resounded across the battlefield:

"For the Emperor!"

They fought recklessly, breaking through the battle lines and entering deeper into the battlefield, where they saw two tall, seemingly identical Primarchs fighting each other. The huge body of the Titan God Machine stood on the earth, and the shadow it cast was as majestic as a mountain peak.

"Brother Roy?"

He raised his head and saw a holy and beautiful figure landing in front of him, with golden wings stretched out behind it.