Doraemon for an imperfect world

The pilgrim was stunned. He only knew that the God-Emperor was born a god and was born great, but he had never thought about why the God-Emperor was great.

"Because of love." The silver-white girl gently lifted the pale, skinny man to his feet and carefully wiped the mud off his head. Then she said earnestly, "There is only one reason why God loves the world, children. That is, I truly love you. I regard each of you as my own children. What other reason could there be for me to sit on the throne and uphold the glory of the Star Principle for ten thousand years?"

"I know, Your Majesty!" The pilgrim swallowed his saliva. He had never expected the Divine Emperor to be willing to personally help him up. This was an honor he wouldn't even dream of. "So I don't want to be a burden to you. I'm joining the pilgrim team to fight for you. I..."

The silver-white girl listened quietly, patiently waiting for the overly excited pilgrim to finish his stumbling feelings, and then asked as a matter of course:

"Tell me, how would you feel if your child made himself malnourished and covered in injuries, but still wanted to give you his life savings without caring about whether he could have his next dinner?"

The pilgrim's eyes widened.

"I feel sad, child." The silver-white girl stroked the pilgrim's forehead and said, "You don't love yourself at all. The God you believe in loves you so deeply. What reason do you have not to love yourself?"

"God, God Emperor..."

Hot tears flowed from the pilgrim's eyes. For the first time, he truly felt the greatness and love of the God-Emperor.

God loves the world. Even though He is so high above, He still loves everyone equally!

After comforting the pilgrim, the silver-haired girl looked at the bewildered nuns standing beside her. These girls with dyed white hair looked like children who had done something wrong.

"Don't be afraid, my daughters. I don't mean to blame you. Your piety and dedication over the years have been obvious to all." She smiled. "I understand your fanaticism, but when you bravely fight the enemy, I hope you can know why you are fighting."

"We fight for you," one of the nuns said courageously.

"I see." The silver-white girl chuckled and nodded, "And I fight for all humans, including you and him."

The nun opened her mouth wide, an indescribable emotion brewing in her chest, making her speechless.

"So please be gentle to the common people and the weak, because they are the ones I want to protect with all my heart."

"I, I understand, Your Majesty."

Robert Guilliman stood aside, watching this scene and let out a long sigh.

The Emperor of this world had never spoken such words, not to his subjects nor to his sons.

He knew that his genetic father also loved everyone wholeheartedly. That love was enough to embrace everything, but he was high above and regarded humanity as a whole. He was always planning the future of mankind and never took into account the feelings of others.

And this...

For a moment, this holy girl overlapped slightly with the Lady Euton in his memory.

"My mother has always been like this." Mortari in the mirror world enjoyed watching the complex tangle on Guilliman's face. "Sometimes I also think she is nagging."

Guilliman glanced at his brother from another world, wanting to refute him, but he didn't know what to say.

They are all emperors, so why is there such a big gap between them?

Just as he was about to say something, he saw darkness sweeping over from afar, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Along with it comes destiny.

The silver-white girl suddenly frowned.

Fate was locked, countless possible branches were forcibly narrowed down to a single one. This power, enough to define the universe itself, naturally could not be possessed by any subspace being. In other words...

"Is this a Doraemon gadget?"

She looked into the black fog and saw the figure of an extremely evil creature walking out of it.

"Tau?" A Black Templar Emperor Champion, holding a black sword and clad in the Armor of Faith, roared at the blasphemous enemy:

"Alien..."

"Aliens must be killed!"

Eh?

He changed his battle cry:

"for……"

"For the Divine Emperor (Titanium)!"

???

He shouted angrily, "No mercy..."

"No mercy! No regrets! No fear!"

"..."

There was a moment's silence before the Emperor's Champion, black sword in hand, launched a silent charge.

Volume 1: Chapter 72: A Mere Tau

Amidst the waves of the High Heavens, Tzeentch was lost in thought.

He is the god of trickery, conspiracy, betrayal, and the devilish bird god... but most importantly, he is the god of change.

The Lord of Change longs for change itself. He cheers for every unexpected turn of the story and the endless possibilities. He plans unexplainable destinies and weaves countless conspiracies. He has witnessed the rise of many civilizations that no longer exist before the Human Empire. There are more golden thrones than the one under the cursed, and the Human Empire is just a link in the cycle of despair, but those ancient and great countries were eventually lost in the waves of endless change.

He longs for change.

So when the blue unknown form appeared, He cheered.

This is an unknown variable, leading to possibilities that even He is unclear about.

When Doraemon took out the upside-down world mirror, He was ecstatic.

The overlap of the two worlds and the interference of infinite possibilities made Him ecstatic and eager for more.

When Titanium Wa's will noticed this universe, His ninefold scream resounded, causing 387,420,489 conspiracies to breed within the empire. Countless sufferings and wails were composed at His fingertips. Amidst the endless changes, everyone was struggling hard, racking their brains to find hope amidst the endless disasters. Fathers and sons fought each other, mothers and daughters were trampled upon, the noble fell into the quagmire, and the lowly struggled to survive. In the earth-shaking changes that would come from the intersection of these two worlds, He was the only winner!

Then, those infinite possibilities were forcibly shrunk into only one unshakable one in front of Him.

???

Following the timeline, he finally found the problem - the blue robot took out a prop called a "pre-written diary", and the function of this prop was exactly the opposite of an ordinary diary - an ordinary diary records things that have already happened, while this prop records things that are bound to happen.

Even if you want it to rain candy from the sky, a plane carrying candy will immediately malfunction overhead and dump the cargo.

Tzeentch tried to interfere with that future, but to no avail. It was as if fate had been locked in stone, and the predetermined outcome would be achieved no matter what. All causes, probabilities, and possibilities would serve it:

In this war, the empire will achieve a glorious victory.

There is no change, not a single bit left, and the ending is no surprise.

"Well... this is also a kind of change."

——Dividing——Line——

"Destroy all monsters and demons, and kill all alien species!"

What a savage and crazy monster.

In the two hundred years that he had fought against the stars as an Astarte, he had never seen such crazy aliens. The innate malice seemed to be deeply imprinted in their bones, driving them to charge irrationally under the slavery of false beliefs. And that endless malice was just because they were different from them.

How could there be such evil creatures in the world?

He gripped the black sword tightly, maintained a noble silence and began to charge. He was the champion chosen by the Emperor. This great honor and tradition originated from the Emperor's original champion Sigismund. The Emperor's will would come to him when he needed it during the pre-battle prayers of the Black Templars. The inspired warrior would take off his original armor and put on the holy armor of faith. From then on, he was no longer himself. The Emperor's Champion was born in place of his original name. In the fully enclosed helmet, he was extremely tough and indestructible under the fury of justice.

Although in most cases the lifespan of the Emperor's Champions is very short, this is acceptable. Great victories are always built with the blood of heroes, and their names are all engraved on the black swords and will live forever.

He recalled his predecessors who even dared to board the Zerg Hive Mothership and used the black sword to cut a channel in their bodies directly to the nerve center. After this battle, his name will stand shoulder to shoulder with those great and shining legends!

Although this battle is indeed a bit... hard to describe.

He never dreamed that one day he would fight side by side with 777 Nurgle demon armies under the will of the Emperor. Although these demon armies looked very clean and had a fresh fragrance, with emerald green vines and pure white flowers blooming on them, all of this was so blasphemous that he almost thought that his soul had been captured by Nurgle and he fell into a tragic illusion.

But he firmly believed that all this was the power of the Emperor.

The reason was simple. The Emperor was standing behind him. No one could mistake the soft silver-white light, and no one could resist the great divinity of the God-Emperor. Even those with strong minds would uncontrollably kneel to the ground the moment they witnessed the soft light, and vow to dedicate the rest of their lives to her.

So, he started charging.

The black fog had already covered the sky. He heard the roars of the gods suddenly appearing in the clouds. Horrible faces kept flashing among the clouds, and they screamed heartbreakingly in vain in an attempt to scare the loyal servants of the Lord of Mankind. But when the Emperor of Gods walked among the people again, nothing could make them retreat.

Everyone was charging, especially Dante of the Blood Angels, who faced the enemy with a fanatical determination to face death. His conviction even shocked the Dark Templar, who were known for their fanaticism.

But at the same time, he felt that the other party was really making a big deal out of nothing. The other party was just a Tau. Although its speed was much faster than recorded, and even made him subconsciously compare it with those of the Emperor's Hand (the Imperial Guard), Tau was still Tau, a mere alien...

He dodged suddenly, and the surging psychic lightning tore the earth apart beside him. The air was filled with the smell of ionized ozone, which made him feel a little confused - does this species have psychic talents?

With this in mind, he engaged in close combat, choosing an Ether Overlord whose body was covered with ridiculous prayers fixed with wax, but an unexpectedly powerful force came along with the black sword.

Ok?

Wait, this isn't right?

Do the Tau people have this physical fitness?

He quickly dodged, holding the black sword and trying to knock away the opponent's weapon, but these species that should not be good at close combat showed incredible reaction speed and agility. The vicious blue alien even stretched out its hand in the moment of turning around, and a scorching fire psychic spell was avoided by him by a hair's breadth, and it sank into the ground behind him. The horrific explosion raised dozens of meters of dust.

The two armies began to collide, and the Emperor's Champion was shocked to realize a horrifying fact.

The strength of the other army is probably far greater than theirs.

Volume 1: Chapter 73: Randan War

Silver-white light rises from the ground, shining on every devout citizen. The extremely evil power from Titanium is indiscriminately destroying everyone's rationality.

Robert Guilliman tried his best to maintain the elegant and proper smile of a politician as he looked at the silver-white girl in front of him. However, for some unspeakable reason, he subconsciously compared this girl with his father in his heart.

The result made him sigh, and he quickly gave up this self-humiliating choice.

"So, those are enemies from your world, right?"

His loyal guards and imperial guards were scattered around to ensure that no one would hear anything they should not hear - at least at this moment, he needed to make his army believe that the girl in front of them was their emperor.

"It's obvious that they are a pathetic species whose minds are dominated by titanium tiles. They are fanatically trying to set the world on fire, but they don't care that they will become one of the firewood consumed by the wildfire." The silver-white girl sat at the conference table, her legs swinging gently. She gently twirled her silver-white hair with her fingers and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, child. I have a plan."

"What exactly?"

Guilliman did not correct the other party's address to him. He just continued to ask impatiently about the turn of events on the battlefield. The Human Empire had shed too much blood on this planet and paid too much sunk costs.

"Do you remember what this planet is called?"

The silver-white girl leaned forward slightly, and a faint, elegant fragrance that could only be found in the temple lingered on Guilliman's nose. He couldn't help but frown, and after a while, as if remembering something, he replied in disbelief:

"Randan!?"

"Indeed, in my world, this is a well-known festival, but in yours, it signifies war," she said with a smile. "I have to admit, your empire's military potential far surpasses mine. So, if we could return to the empire's heyday, we would naturally receive sufficient reinforcements."

"return to the past?"

"That's right." The silver-white girl took out a time belt and a magnifying lamp from the folded space. "These are gifts from your God of All Things. Through them, an entire planet can flow upstream in the river of time. How about it? Pretty impressive, right?"

He is also the god of all things.

"You are not going to take action?" Guilliman asked puzzledly. "If you were the Emperor..."

"I'm sorry, child." The silver-white girl shook her head helplessly. Guilliman could see the shame in her eyes, which even made him feel a subtle sense of guilt. "Like your father, my original body still sits on that throne, doing my utmost to fight against Tau Wa. This is just a clone. Protecting the minds of my believers is the limit of my ability."

"Randan." Guilliman continued to ponder the word. Even he could only find a dark meaning in his memory about the meaning behind this name. If he continued to think deeply, he would know that after the war, Horus had angrily accused Malcador of erasing the memory of his brothers.

But in the few remaining words, he still remembered the concept of the Randan War, and that it was a powerful alien creature. The Imperium launched three wars with them. The various legions mobilized more than 300,000 Astartes, and the Dark Angels and Space Wolves, two legions led by the Primarch, went to the battlefield fully armed. But even so, the Second and Eleventh Legions were wiped out after that, and even the fallen warriors on the Chaos side remained silent about it.

From then on, the existence of the Randan aliens and the Randan War became just a few words in history, an unknown cornerstone under the towering monument.

So, the enemy of the war that may have destroyed two Astartes Legions actually came from the present?

"With our current military strength, it's likely difficult to defeat them. Tauwa has brought her most elite warriors. Each of those Aether Overlords possesses physical fitness comparable to that of the Custodes, as well as psychic powers on par with those of the Legion Librarians. Their warriors rival the physiques of the Astartes and the psychic abilities of the Eldar. Even their slave class possesses physical fitness comparable to that of the Astra Militarum, not to mention the countless other races they have enslaved through neural collars."

The silver-white girl said, "Although we are certain to win a glorious victory, in order to ensure a more secure victory and spare our people the precious blood that can be shed, we still need reinforcements from the Human Empire at its peak."

"What about the danger?" Guilliman asked again.

"Thanks to the help of the Om Messiah, there's no danger," the silver-white girl said confidently. "Besides, our plan is to return to a more distant past, so this is just a side trip."

"I need to consider this further," Guilliman said. "I will consult with my advisory team."

"Thank you for your hard work, child." The silver-white girl showed no sign of dissatisfaction after being rejected. She stood up, placed her smooth feet on the table, and then tiptoed to pat Guilliman's shoulder. "Carrying such a huge empire does require careful consideration of everything. But if you are tired, you can try to rely on me. After all, I once shouldered the political affairs of an empire."

"……Thanks."

——Dividing——Line——

At the same time, Sanguinius finally realized that something was wrong.

After completely recovering the Emperor's precious humanity, a terrifying face began to roar in the dark clouds above his head with every thunder, and a pure will to destroy all things descended upon this world without any concealment.

"What is that?" he asked.