Doraemon for an imperfect world

"It is his blood that strengthens my spirit, it is his blood that I serve." Dante recited the poem of death alone. "I give my life to the Emperor, Sanguinius and humanity."

He charged again, and the enemies around him surrounded him. The surging waves of psychic energy almost pinned him to the ground, but he was fearless and he was ready to die.

puff-

He pierced his second heart, and the Primaris-modified Belisarius Forge began to start up, which gave him a burst of energy like a last gasp. In that instant, he suddenly jumped up and cut off the head of one of the Ether Overlords.

But that's it.

His enemies are endless, and so are his allies. Even the Space Marines are too insignificant in this battlefield with so many troops.

Multiple wounds appeared on his body at once, and Dante fell. He tried to stand up, but he was too tired, the burden on his shoulders was too heavy. The moment he fell, he felt a shameful relief, and he knew that his dedication to the Emperor was over.

His sixteen hundred year long ministry ended here...or so it should have.

"My service is over. I give thanks. My life is over. I give thanks. The blood cycle continues. Another will take my place. I give thanks."

Dante murmured, welcoming the end of his life, but at this moment a familiar throbbing spread throughout his body with every beat of his heart. He tried to open his eyes, and the throbbing from his blood made him almost instantly notice a shining figure in the sky. He was so perfect, so sacred, with huge and beautiful white wings blooming behind him. With just a slight shake, it seemed as if he crossed an extremely long distance and descended from the Spirit of Vengeance in ancient times to this grand battlefield.

Sanguinius descended from the sky, heralding the return and resurgence of a great and prosperous era. He enveloped Dante's body with his broad wings, and a pleasant voice reached Dante's ears:

"Thank you for your hard work, my great son."

Dante widened his eyes in disbelief. The bloody scene on the battlefield warned him that this was not an illusion. Sanguinius was truly resurrected and was right beside him.

The last time I saw this great Primarch was during his near-death hallucination.

In the last hallucination, Sanguinius was still saying to himself, "I'm sorry, son, you can't rest yet."

A complex emotion suddenly surged into Dante's heart, but he could not be distracted on this battlefield. He forced himself to stand up again and stand beside his genetic father. His brothers soon came to his side and looked at the tall human figure that made their blood boil in shock.

Then, the Emperor's will manifested itself in his mind, and a new kind of power and weapon was bestowed upon them. Dante realized with mixed feelings that his labor was far from over.

A large hand patted his shoulder:

"How is it, can you still fight?"

Sanguinius asked gently.

Well, at least he might not have to bear the burden of being the legion leader anymore, Dante thought to himself, trying to find joy in the midst of hardship:

"Of course, my lord."

They began to charge forward once more, led by their Primarch as the legend had it, using spells bestowed upon them to counter the powerful psychic gifts of their enemies.

On the other side, Guilliman also charged into the battlefield like a blue flag.

"By the way, my child." The voice of the Silver Lord suddenly appeared in his ears. "I discovered that your friends also arrived on this battlefield not long ago, and are now in danger."

"Friend?" Guilliman frowned and asked in confusion, "Who?"

"Evelene," the Lord of Silver replied softly, "I know the history of this world. Wasn't it she who awakened you from death?"

"That's just because of the alignment of interests." Guilliman said helplessly, "But now they are indeed a help."

Volume 1: Chapter 77 Evelyne

Above him, through the clouds rent by the fighting and roaring of battle, Guilliman saw a ring growing and attempting to envelop the entire planet in a silvery glow. It was the artifact that led them back to their origins, to the beginning of all things.

To be honest, he was very concerned about what the so-called Om Messiah was. During the Great Crusade, the Mechanicus regarded their genetic father as the incarnation of the Om Messiah, and the Emperor also fully recognized his identity to the Mechanicus while pointing fingers at Lorgar. To be honest, Guilliman felt that this might be the reason why Lorgar built the Perfect City. After all, the cooperation between the Mechanicus and the Empire was too in-depth. Any officer or soldier knew their beliefs. In Lorgar's view, perhaps this was one of the reasons why he tacitly assumed that the Emperor would accept the Perfect City and accept being worshipped by everyone. After all, he accepted the worship of a group of mechanics, so there was no reason to reject his own son.

But their genetic father...eh.

The Emperor really gave Lorgar too many unrealistic expectations.

As for the Om Messiah that Huangquan No. 8 claimed was blue and compassionate, and whose every word and action was full of profound meaning, although Guilliman came for it, he has not yet been able to truly see that existence. He can only speculate about the tip of the iceberg of the mysterious existence from the results of the power displayed by the mysterious existence, and the result makes him glad that the creature is friendly to the Empire, or at least to humans.

For example, this:

Guilliman opened his mouth and shouted an obscure pronunciation surrounded by his genetic offspring. As the awkward language came out of his mouth, he could feel as if a small explosion had occurred in his mouth, and the effect was significant. Destructive power was generated in front of him, and the Aether Overlords who surrounded him were blown away in an instant. As the power of destruction surged in their bodies, the seemingly sturdy combat uniforms began to turn into dust and shatter.

boom! boom! boom!

His genetic descendants tacitly took out their grenade launchers and fired one by one, ensuring that every enemy who stood in front of their genetic father would meet the most real death.

Guilliman closed his mouth, feeling the burning sensation in his mouth, then brandished the Emperor's Sword and began to charge again. He and his gene-descendants, who had left a great reputation in the Imperium, began to charge, like a sharp blade piercing through the enemy and tearing through the blockade.

Soon, Guilliman saw the purpose of his journey.

"Long time no see, Primarch."

Ivrene was like a heroic Valkyrie, harvesting lives on the battlefield with almost incredible agility, until the Primarch's huge and strong body stepped onto the battlefield, leaving a way of escape behind him.

"I told you that I will remember your kindness." The Primarch grabbed a Tau slave. This slave looked much smaller than his kind and seemed to be from some lower-level clan, but the Primarch did not have the extra energy to care about these things. He just threw the slave heavily to the ground, then stepped on its body and swung the Sword of the Emperor. The eternal flame spread directly from the hilt to the tip of the blade, and with the power to burn everything, he killed several enemies who rushed over.

"It's not advisable to stay here for long. Retreat with me!"

"That's exactly what I meant." Ivrene asked skillfully, "But we have sensed the power of the Lord of Mankind. Is He also watching this place?"

"It's a long story, but I can assure you she means you no harm."

"She?" A hint of surprise flashed in Evelyne's eyes. She knew that with the Primarch's thinking speed, it was theoretically impossible for him to make a mistake.

"The Emperor's will has indeed arrived, but it does not take the same form as before," Guilliman said vaguely. Even though they shared a common enemy, he still could not fully trust these alien races. "You should have heard of the war in Ultramar."

Evelyne showed a look of understanding. She certainly knew about the Emperor possessing a young girl and releasing his power from her. In fact, for beings of that level, physical gender was too narrow. They often had infinite incarnations, and even every demon walking on the earth was essentially a silhouette of them.

Evelyne understood this very well.

"Then what is that?" she raised her head and continued to ask.

"Military secrets, ma'am." Guilliman calmly struck again, admiring his offspring's ability to counterattack the opponent's psychic power through incantations while subtly exerting pressure. "Perhaps we can share some intelligence—as I asked at the beginning, I need to know what exactly happened during my resurrection."

"Haven't you already met your father? The Son of God?" Evelyne changed her address to convey her deeper meaning. "Doesn't that put you at ease?"

"If my father really knew everything, the rebellion would not have happened." Guilliman said calmly.

Evelyne couldn't help but frown slightly and began to think about how to gain the temporary trust of a Primarch, but before that, a gentle voice sounded again.

"Rest assured, my child. Your soul is free from any trace of corruption or depravity. This lady's promise is trustworthy, and I can vouch for it."

“You are looking at me?” Guilliman asked.

"I'm worried about you, child," the Silver Lord replied, "so I always reserve some strength to support you when necessary."

What a heavy feeling.

An indescribable pressure suddenly fell on Guilliman, making him not know what to say.

"You are..." Evelyne seemed to feel the power contained in those words. She raised her head with a hint of shock in her eyes.

Wait, could this voice be that person?

What's with this tone?

The power of those words made everyone who heard His voice know how important it was, just like the rising sun never needed to publicize its light and heat. Anyone with healthy eyes could know how sacred and majestic it was that could not be looked directly at.

But is this really the kind of person he is?

No, no, could it be that that person has come too close to the realm of the Dark Lord, so that even humanity itself has fallen, and perhaps even the souls of all the deceased humans have turned into different personalities and filled his body?

"As you understand, I am the Emperor, the Protector of the Imperium of Man."

Volume 1: Chapter 78: Marriage?

The patron saint of the human empire?

"Greetings, Lord of Mankind." The Death God's followers tried their best to maintain their dignity and respect when meeting the gods. "My people and I have come here to deal with our common enemy."

She actually came here to find the weapon that could wipe out the entire galaxy in an instant, but she was not a person without emotional intelligence, and naturally knew that she shouldn't say this now.

"I don't know how to earn your trust, but I can promise that we are equally prepared to sacrifice our lives in the face of a common enemy."

"Indeed, although Sally and I have a good relationship, you are not the Eldar I am familiar with after all..."

The brisk voice carried a meaningful smile, as if hinting at something.

Evelyne and the tribesmen around her were slightly stunned.

Sha...

Wait! Did the Lord of Humanity just mention some extraordinary name?

Evelyne blinked, recalling the name she had just heard.

She is hungry???

No, no, no, this so-called good relationship should be referring to the past grievances between the two, right?

After all, she really couldn't imagine how the Lord of Humanity and the Lord of Indulgence could have such a good relationship.

"If there is any way to gain your trust, we are willing to do our best." The believer of the God of Death said respectfully, while thinking about what the Lord of Humanity wanted. In the end, there was only one result - the Webway.

She certainly knew what the Webway meant to the human empire and even to the vast majority of species in this infernal galaxy. No one could help but covet such a precious treasure.

This is a good thing, she told herself in her heart, at least the other party still has some desires.

"What do you think of a marriage?" the silver-white voice asked earnestly, "You, the leader of the Death Army, and Guilliman, the Primarch..."

"……?"

"Ma'am!" Guilliman couldn't help but burst into a cry. "This is no time for jokes!"

"But I think it's very feasible," the silver-white girl replied seriously. "Humans and the Eldar are both great races. Why do they have to keep fighting? If you get married, the two races can be united legitimately. Why not?"

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Of course, the Silver Goddess actually has her own selfish motives.

Given the Eldar's current fragmented state, given enough time, she could completely assimilate them into humanity, whether in terms of genes, culture, or technology.

The Golden Emperor with his severe racial obsession might have hated mixed-bloods, but she didn't have a similar problem.

Rather, in her opinion, hybridity has expanded the human species gene pool. Perhaps in the future, any danger they encounter will be overcome by relying on these rich forms of genetic expression?

Moreover, the inheritance of the spirit race is right before her eyes, and she really wants to wipe out the entire clan through marriage!

Unlike that golden bastard who only knows how to rob.

"Let's stop here with the lively talk, ma'am." Guilliman's eyelids twitched. Facing the Argent Lord's explosive argument, the Eldar and humans rarely reached a consensus. "This situation is urgent!"

"That's right." Evelyne quickly continued the Primarch's words, "The situation is urgent now."

"Alright." The silver-white girl responded disappointedly, "If you don't like it, forget it. In that case, let's wait for Sally to come to this world and mediate the conflict between the elves and humans."

The believer in the god of death suddenly stiffened.

Threat?

This is a threat, right?

"Don't make that expression. I was just teasing you." The silver-white girl said cheerfully, "I'm not referring to the great enemy your tribe has created, but another friend with the same name. You'll like her."

"Well... I hope so."

Evelyne looked at Guilliman very uneasily, wanting to ask through her eyes what was going on with the Lord of Mankind's mental state, but the Lord of the Limits gave her a helpless look in response.

Well, it seems that there may be something wrong with the Lord of Mankind's mental state.

She didn't dare to ask more questions, but just asked again:

"What exactly is our enemy?"

"That's an apostle of the Scourge from another universe." The Lord of Silver couldn't help but grow serious when he mentioned this. This seriousness was for all those who died in the battle against the Scourge. Their sacrifice wasn't heroic, but it was enough for this public servant to remember every name. "Many civilizations in that world knew about the prophecy of the Scourge, but the Tau chose to become the Scourge and devote their minds completely to the ultimate evil. As a result, the Goddess Tauwa has been summoned to this day. She is a preview of destruction and a harbinger of the end, so you must keep her out of your world!"

As he spoke, the Time Belt had already begun to take effect.

Above their heads, the props from the 22nd century began to work, and the magical stance covered the entire planet. Then the sun, moon, and stars began to rotate, and the celestial stars flowed backward. Within the time tunnel that even the subspace could not interfere with, they leaped towards the place where all misfortunes began eons ago, and returned to the brilliant and glorious Great Crusade.

862.M30, Second Randan War.

There have been three wars with the Randan in history. The first was the First Contact in 839 of the 890th Millennium. The First Legion sacrificed outstanding warriors for this, and the opponent was a vanguard force of the Randan. The third was in , which was carried out mainly by the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels. It was an apocalyptic extermination operation against the Randan aliens. The two armies of the Emperor's executioners and the military police broke out many wars in the region across the northeast of the galaxy to complete their catastrophic cleansing work. All planets polluted by the Randan were completely wiped out of all signs of life - whether they included humans or not.

In the war that was about to break out at this very moment, nineteen star systems were permanently abandoned, three Primarchs including Lion Johnson were deployed, countless Mortal Auxilia and Mechanicus troops suffered casualties, and the Second and Eleventh Legions were completely wiped out.

Ok?

The Silver Lord seemed to sense something, and his consciousness instantly crossed the battlefield and came to Angron's side. A pink portal also opened on the side. It was obvious that both emperors were aware of what was about to happen:

—Another of their great sons, the Primarch of the Imperium itself, was about to return.