Doraemon for an imperfect world

"It's Ti-Wa," said Angron in the mirror world. "Don't worry, my brother. Just continue with your work."

"Titanium tiles?"

"The evil god of our world," Angron from the Mirror World patiently explained, "is similar to your four Chaos Gods, but even more pure—she desires no soul, no suffering, and comes solely to destroy all things."

Sanguinius frowned, and then suddenly seemed to have discovered something as he looked towards the cruel battlefield under the dark clouds in the distance. The great Primarch felt his genetic offspring, who were fighting, killing, and dying.

"Brother," Sanguinius said, "I must be away for a while."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of finding the other brothers."

Sanguinius nodded. Although they had not spent much time together, he had already determined that Brother Angron was a trustworthy person.

So he spread his wings and rushed into the sky, taking in the entire battlefield. He soon saw a genetic descendant wearing his former mask fighting, with huge wounds on his body. Without any hesitation, the archangel descended to the center of the battlefield with the wrath of heaven.

Volume 1: Chapter 74: Incantation

After repeatedly confirming with his advisory team and obtaining the prophecy that "fate is indeed forcibly locked by some unknown force", he decided to follow the plan of the silver-white emperor. She seemed to have a magical power to convince people.

Moreover, the situation on the battlefield is indeed not optimistic.

The other side is almost an enhanced version of the Human Empire, both in size and quality.

So he chose to believe in the Silver Emperor's plan - after all, if the other party really had ill intentions towards him, then there would be no need to go to so much trouble.

"In short, the current situation is extremely unfavorable to us. Those crazy Tau are almost indiscriminately hostile to all beings, whether they are the newly fallen greenskins, the remaining demons, some Necrons, or the Eldar troops discovered during monitoring. If we want to completely annihilate them, we need to be prepared to die together."

This is indeed a glorious victory.

"Furthermore, on the battlefield, the Blood Angels and their Successor Chapters reported the appearance of a Primarch suspected to be Sanguinius."

I don’t know which world Sanguinius is from.

Guilliman sighed. "I see."

He stood up and walked towards the Mechanicus's headquarters. On the way, he could hear a few priests who had taken a break from their work gathered together and had a heated discussion about an object that emitted a subtle smell of motor oil:

"This shape... the Milky Way? Look at the shape of this Dorayaki, doesn't it look very similar to our Milky Way? This expresses... uh..."

"The all-embracing resolve of the Om Messiah?"

"Yes, yes, this is it!"

"And the oil contained within represents the source of mechanical power and is the manifestation of the wisdom of the Om Messiah!"

"Also, using flour, a mortal food, as a wrapper emphasizes Om Messiah's...what is it?"

"Humanize?"

"Have it?"

"There should be. Perhaps our rank is still too low to fully understand the will of the Om Messiah like the Great Sage."

"...What if Om Messiah really is just here for the food?"

#Disdainful eyes#

"Every word and action of Om Messiah must have a deeper meaning. How could it be so simple as to be delicious?"

"Speaking of which, in the records of the Great Sage, Om Messiah once claimed to be a cat-shaped robot. According to the records of Ancient Terra, cats are predators that feed on mice. Would it be a good idea to sacrifice mice to Om Messiah?"

Looking at a group of blue-robed oil men who were scratching their heads and trying to comprehend the wisdom of Om Messiah from a piece of dough covered in oil, Guilliman naturally turned his gaze away.

This change began after the new Great Sage took office. Sikos believed that the laws of physics were nothing more than toys arbitrarily woven by the fingertips of Ohm Messiah. Therefore, it was unhealthy to interpret the will of Ohm Messiah with purely rational thinking. Instead, we should think about it from the perspective of literature and philosophy.

This culture of seeking knowledge through investigation of things has only just begun to emerge.

This idea caused a fierce conflict with the Martian side, so much so that even on the battlefield, one could occasionally see two waves of Mechanicus wearing red robes and blue robes confronting each other clearly. This contradiction was even to the extent that the screws of the same model equipment on both sides were turned in completely opposite directions. In most cases, this confrontation ended with Huangquan No. 8 taking out the new template he was given.

Emperor, what exactly do you want to do?

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice calling him. It was a familiar and majestic voice, with a cruelty so blunt that he was unwilling to admit it was his father:

"Number 13...my son."

"Emperor?"

Guilliman raised his head, and the demigod's gaze seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, staring into the distance at his genetic father who was far away in another world.

——Dividing——Line——

In the mirror world, on the Emperor's Pride, Fulgrim's descendants and Genestealers, with the assistance of the Mechanicus, successfully kept those crazy Tau people out temporarily, and Doraemon began to nervously look for suitable weapons.

"How about that potion that can freeze sound?" Kiya asked expectantly. "With the help of that, anyone can shout with enough destructive power."

"No, after all, there are not only our side, but also so many enemies in another world. There simply aren't enough suitable weapons to support everyone at once!"

At the side, the Emperor was eagerly staring at the various props Doraemon had taken out and piled on the ground, pretending to be indifferent and said:

"Indeed, our enemies possess powerful psychic talents, while the vast majority of the Empire's soldiers do not possess the corresponding abilities."

"I know..." Doraemon's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. "Yes, that's it... the Magic Dictionary!"

Just like many fantasy stories that record a dense collection of various magic spells, this book also has a similar ability - as long as the spells and effects are written in this dictionary, then when these spells are recited in reality, they will produce the same effect!

"Amazing!" After learning the specific function of this item, Kya's eyes practically lit up. "How about writing 'For the Emperor'? The effect is to completely destroy the enemy!"

"That's impossible," Doraemon explained as he stuffed the items he had taken out back into his pockets one by one under the Emperor's distressed gaze. "If it's a very common spell, it will easily affect the lives of ordinary people. So it has to be something extremely difficult to pronounce, almost impossible to say in normal times. To prevent abuse, it's best to add side effects that can only be used by beings as physically powerful as Space Marines."

Upon hearing this, the golden flames in Celestine's eyes seemed to suddenly fluctuate violently.

Celestine couldn't help but cover her head. She lowered her head, but only heard a soft murmur from the golden light.

"Spell..."

The Emperor remembered a power entirely outside the Warp, a power summoned by words alone, and it was for those magical incantations that he had become a stranger to his first Warmaster.

No one knew where that power came from, or why it could be stimulated by words. It was as if the original words of creation came from an unknowable existence beyond the world and common sense. Only at this moment did he finally know their origins.

Once he failed to obtain the magical languages ​​in the Tower of Babel.

Now he will compile them himself.

"Let me do it," said the Emperor. "Leave this to me, and then we need to pass these spells on to every Space Marine in Randan."

"Then... a video card phone!"

Volume 1: Chapter 75: The Return of the Primarch

"That's it."

Listening to the Emperor's words, Guilliman nodded thoughtfully. Thanks to the Primarch's extraordinary super brain, although this information was only spoken on one side, it had already been memorized in his mind.

"I will spread these spells," said Guilliman. "Is it also your will that Sanguinius should return?"

"Not only Sanguinius, but all your brothers lost in the past will be brought to this era. Our war has just begun, and our spoils will be a brand new world without evil gods."

A world without evil gods?

Guilliman couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. It was indeed a beautiful future that could not be rejected. It was the hope that any desperate person who had seen the dark truth of the Warp would desperately want to grasp.

Even the Lord of Limits, who was always known for his rationality, couldn't help but feel dry in the mouth.

"And what of the silver lady?" asked Guilliman.

"We have common interests, so she is safe for now. You can rely on her."

Is the reason for your trust simply because of common interests?

He had thought that the reason his genetic father believed in that lady was because she was also the Emperor, another version of himself.

Or, in the Emperor's eyes... he himself is actually not trustworthy?

Guilliman sighed silently. He still remembered the silver-white lady smiling as she lifted the pale and skinny pilgrim from the mud, and then smiled as she told the nun that she was fighting for humanity.

They all deeply love the human species, but their genetic father never seems to express his love, or he seems to have some innate defects in expressing himself, so that in the eyes of many people, the emperor is actually the opposite of the real emperor.

Just like when he clearly despised religion, he still participated in the religious parade organized by Lorga. Perhaps it was this that caused Lorga to have a series of illusions that ultimately led to the tragedy of the Perfect City.

If he didn't like it, why didn't he stop it halfway, and clearly denounce Lorga's mistakes in front of everyone from the very beginning, and why didn't he wait until his perfect city was built before making up his mind to burn it down?

If it was that silver-white lady, she would never let this happen...

Guilliman sighed inwardly, then he spoke again, questioning the voice that made every cell in his body throb:

"You said you would bring my blood relatives from the past back to the present. Does this mean that the disappearance of the past Primarchs is actually because you took them away in the future?"

"Maybe," the Emperor responded coldly, "that's not important. They are still useful and can still be used. That's why I summoned them, that's all."

"I understand."

The voice died away in Guilliman's silence, as he continued on his way, pondering how to spread these precious and deadly curses to all the warriors as quickly as possible.

As he moved forward, a silvery-white light began to wrap around him, gently soothing his anxiety. Guilliman's brow began to relax. At this time, the silvery-white girl and his children were preparing to enlarge the Belt of Time to a size large enough to cover an entire planet. When she noticed Guilliman's arrival, the kind-hearted girl smiled. She gently stretched out her hand, and four phantoms composed of psychic energy appeared around her, obviously wanting Guilliman to participate in the discussion.

Guilliman glanced at the figures.

Well, Magnus, Angron, Fulgrim, and Mortarion are the unsurprising ones.

"Mortarion and Magnus have led their armies to the planet's polar opposites, respectively. Fulgrim, the Four Gods, and your father are guarding the passage between the two worlds. Angron is helping your father find his lost children," the silver-white girl said with a smile. "Trust me, they are all my proud children, the finest warriors in the world."

"No need to explain so much." Guilliman heard Magnus' voice in the mirror world sound a little helpless. "And I don't trust him either."

"Don't mind. This child's vigilance is his greatest strength." The silver-white Emperor proudly raised his head, his jade-like neck gleaming in the radiance of psychic energy. "I even put a lot of thought into making him believe that his uncles and aunts in the Warp are friendly and accept psychic powers."

"That is indeed an advantage." Guilliman nodded in agreement, then quite naturally ignored the caution and awkward distance in the other party's words. "My father taught me something called a spell. I hope you can help me convey this language to every Astartes, ma'am."

"A spell?" The silver-white girl revealed a look of understanding. "I understand, but in order to convey it accurately, I need to look through your memories, is that okay, child?"

"of course."

Guilliman replied that if it was for the victory promised by the Emperor, simply having his memories reviewed was not something unacceptable.

On the other hand, this lady is indeed trustworthy.

Guilliman walked forward, squatted down and lowered his head slightly, while the silver-white girl raised her head, and their foreheads began to touch. Guilliman could feel a great and gentle power entering his body, and then he carefully looked through his memories.

He could sense that the other party was very restrained, trying hard to focus his reading on his short-term memory, and immediately left his mind after getting the information about the spell.

If it was his genetic father, he would definitely not be so gentle.

Guilliman sighed.

"Okay, I will convey this to the soldiers on the front lines."

“Thank you.” Guilliman nodded. His innate political talent seemed to disappear when he applied it to the young woman before him. “Then I leave everything to you, my lady. I must return to the front lines to fight alongside my warriors.”

He will fulfill his duty as a demigod, go deep into the battlefield in the name of the Primarch, open up a way forward for the corrupt and bloated regime of the Human Empire in the darkness, and do everything he can to win the future promised by the Emperor, a future without the invasion of evil gods, for hundreds of millions of people in the Empire.

In response, the silver-white girl simply said:

"be careful."

Volume 1: Chapter 76 The work is not finished yet, so you can’t rest yet

Louis Dante is fighting.

"For the sake of the worst evil..."

boom--

Before the abominable xenos could even roar their sinful slogans, a fusion beam from Dante's Inferno pistol ended their life.

This was a battle he had never experienced before. Even when the Zerg Fleet attacked Baal, it had never shown such an extraordinary sense of oppression. Waves of psychic energy swept across the battlefield almost all the time. Finally, after a blasphemous cry, he heard the energy field of the iron halo behind his head overload with a bang.

He remained unmoved and continued to fight on the battlefield where thousands of troops were clashing. Several laser beams from the Astra Militarum passed by him and landed directly on a huge alien, a pitiful creature enslaved by the Tau. It looked like a giant spider, but a cruel, ugly and slightly dirty neural collar was forced on its neck, from which dense tubes penetrated into the alien's body.

This was one of the alien races enslaved by the enemy through neural collars. Dante had seen scenes of the Blood Angels during the Great Crusade fighting these giant spider monsters in some ancient records, and there were countless similar enslaved races.

He first pulled the trigger of the pistol remotely. The energy pack of the Hellfire Pistol had an abnormally high temperature due to the heat feedback, and even caused a layer of blisters on Dante's palm through the ceramic steel - he did not care about these. For Astartes, death and pain were never a thing to be feared.

He ran wildly, smashing several humans who were also enslaved by the cruel neural collar along the way, then turned to avoid the sharp limbs of the giant spider alien and cut them off with a power axe, and then launched another charge.

A burst of psychic-induced thought explosions occurred around him, and a large number of alarms suddenly appeared on Dante's helmet. He ignored them and began to charge again. Two powerful psychic aliens met him on the battlefield. Dante, who had lost the protection of the iron halo, soon had obvious scars on his body. The emergency foam filled with power armor temporarily blocked these dangerous wounds, but in another collision, Dante felt the familiar threat of death.

He looked at their blue heads and the ugly hollows in their faces and he knew their names.

The Ether Clan are the decision-makers in the administrative system of the Tau Empire, but they should not possess such terrifying psychic powers.

After several more battles, he had several more wounds on his body, and his enemies also suffered the same price.

Perhaps, today is the day when he will be completely liberated.