Doraemon for an imperfect world

Volume 1: Chapter 79: The Golden Throne

"Hello you all."

Doraemon walked out of the anywhere door first, and put the anywhere door back into his pocket after everyone else walked out.

"What's going on?" A dreamy silver-white light appeared in the air, then coalesced into a girl with divine majesty. "Has the power of the titanium tile been contained?"

"Well, don't worry." Doraemon nodded and said, "Thanks to the help of the Four Gods."

"That's good." Hearing this, the silver-white girl breathed a sigh of relief. "At least for now, Titanium Wafer is no match for us."

"So all we have to do next is defeat the remaining Tau people, right?" Doraemon asked expectantly.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." The silver-white girl shook her head helplessly. "The Four Gods were able to contain Tia Wa and prevent her from invading this world. This, in turn, means that we have temporarily lost their help. The Chaos Gods will never allow us to rewrite their birth."

Generally speaking, there is fatalism in this world, and the ending of an event has already reached a closed loop before it begins.

For example, when the Emperor was creating his own children in his cold laboratory, Angertai, son of Lorgar, went back in time with the help of the power of the Warp and destroyed the Geller Field Generator, which was lubricated with human blood to appease the Machine Spirit, thus completing the cycle of fate.

The cause and effect of history cannot be destroyed. This is the iron law of this world.

——But Doraemon is an exception.

Its time props completely ignore all kinds of paradoxes and causality. It's like Lilulu was able to rewrite the origin code of her own race with her own hands, and after that, the modern Iron Man Corps completely disappeared, but the process in between was not affected at all. It ignored all the causal logic and grandmother paradox.

Once the four gods realize this, they will fight back with all their might. The power that can tear the galaxy apart will gather on this planet and determine the fate of the entire world.

Hope and despair, suffering and happiness, pure good and extreme evil.

Everything will come to a conclusion in this final battle.

"Here, this is what Sanguinius salvaged for you." Angron stood up and handed the golden light to Celestine, or rather to the Lord of Mankind who was living in Celestine. It was the most precious and shameless treasure in the world, called humanity. The former Emperor had given it up in order to strengthen his faith in fighting his own son, and now his other son had returned it.

The Emperor hesitated for a long time. He was weighing the value of humanity and hesitating whether he should maintain his current coldness until everything was over before considering his own affairs.

He sees everything as a tool to perpetuate the declining human species, even himself, and tools themselves do not need to have feelings.

"What's wrong?" Doraemon asked curiously.

"Let's talk about it later."

The Emperor had denied him his precious humanity, and he would reclaim it when it was over, but not today, not now.

At least at this moment, he still needs to be a ruthless master of mankind, a tool that never hesitates.

That human nature is too extravagant, so let him enjoy it in the future.

Just like during the Great Crusade he always thought about mending his relationship with his children after it was all over.

There are always things that are more important than personal feelings. Compared with billions of compatriots, a person's humanity is too insignificant, even if that person is an emperor.

"Angron, drive me to the Holy Terra before we came here." The silver-white girl said expressionlessly.

Angron immediately obeyed his mother's will without hesitation. On the other side of the space-time mirror, an extremely cruel and huge device appeared in front of everyone. It was a creation with a strong sense of oppression, like a Mayan pyramid. Countless cables were connected to it in a rough and ugly way, and a figure that had long been dried up and looked like a zombie sat on it.

Just one look and a strong will swept over, controlling the minds of everyone present and making them hold their breath.

Celestine was the first to react. The living saint of the Emperor grabbed the precious humanity and tried to retreat, but the silver-white light was one step faster than her. In the blink of an eye, the treasure in her hand disappeared. When she looked again, she had traveled through the time and space mirror, holding up the Emperor's humanity and smashing it towards the half-dead Lord of Humanity on the golden throne.

"Stop!"

Celestine didn't know why the Emperor rejected his humanity, but she firmly believed that the Emperor had his reasons for doing so. She spread her wings and wanted to fly up to take it back, but the two axes of Angron, the Demon Prince and Lord of Confucianism in the mirror world, were faster. The words "Reason" and "Devil" were projected onto the ground through the shadows on the axes, forcibly stopping Celestine's way.

——The two power axes blessed by Khorne are named Axe of Iri and Axe of Id.

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Celestine asked dissatisfiedly. "Even if you are allies, you are not qualified to make decisions for my Lord!"

"I'm sorry, but my mother harbored no ill intentions," Angron from the mirror world explained. Perhaps because he was in the wrong, his tone softened. "She must have had her own reasons for doing this."

"you……"

"Wait, wait, don't start a fight all of a sudden." Doraemon hurriedly tried to stop the fight. "We have a common enemy, don't we?"

“Stop.” A faint sigh came from the golden throne, and the Silver Lord tried to suppress the power in the sigh to a level that mortals could safely hear.

"Your will, my Lord." Celestine took a step back, retracted the Sword of Passion, and then looked at Angron in front of her with some dissatisfaction.

"How do you feel?" The silver girl stood in front of the throne, her feet on the armrests, and tilted her head to look at herself who had regained her humanity. "After regaining your humanity, is there anything you want to say?"

"..."

Silver-white girl:?

"FUCK!"

After thousands of years, the emperor who had regained his humanity uttered the first sacred curse word to his empire that had stood firm in the midst of storms.

"Uh... what do you want to say?" The silver-white girl blinked. "If you're dissatisfied with me, I understand, but the child is still here."

"I am no longer a child, mother." Angron in the mirror world said with a distorted face.

"No, in fact, I have a lot of damn things to complain about." As if he had been silenced for ten thousand years and his desire to speak was too strong, the Emperor could not wait to speak. "First of all, why do I have two eyes but only one has this damn glass eyeball?"

"That's indeed a problem." The Silver Lord rubbed his chin. "What else?"

"Help me scratch my damn nose, asap, I haven't been able to move in the past ten thousand years!"

"That's not easy." The Lord of Silver nodded in agreement, then jumped onto the Emperor's shoulder with great effort. He gently tickled his nose twice with one finger before turning to look at Doraemon. "Anyway, little Doraemon, do you have any way to get him moving? He must personally participate in the upcoming battle."

After a brief pause, she added, "Of course, I will also come in person."

Volume 1: Chapter 80: The Age of the Emperor

"Let him recover?"

Doraemon hesitantly took out the Time Cloth and said, "Most beings in the subspace have no concept of time, so I'm not sure if it will be useful."

"It's useful. At least we're still human now." The silver-white girl took the Time Cloth and took out the magnifying lamp she had used earlier. After shining it directly on the Emperor and the entire Golden Throne, she explained, "Although we have experienced the ascension of the Path of the Fire Sword, we all refused to become gods completely. Only in this way can we continue to be active in the material world as humans."

"The Path of the Fire Sword?" Doraemon asked in surprise. "What is that?"

"It's based on the mystical concept of the Kabbalah Tree of Life. The twenty-two paths derived from this concept represent the ways to ascend to godhood. He and I walked one of these paths on Moloch, and through it, we ascended to the flame that burns demons. The remaining twenty-one paths represent our twenty-one children." The silver-white girl shrugged. "Remember the Emperor's Sword in Guilliman's hand? If you wish to antagonize the gods, you must wield a weapon powerful enough to burn them."

In fact, it was not only the old injuries that bound the Emperor to the Golden Throne for many years, but also the Webway that was destroyed by Magnus's psychic phone call.

As he spoke, the existence covered by the time cloth began to wriggle, and a whistling wind accompanied by a fierce and dazzling golden light surged out from underneath, filling the entire palace in an instant.

A large number of imperial guards gathered immediately. These golden giants brandished their weapons and surrounded Doraemon. The Mechanicus following behind Doraemon silently stretched out their weapons from under their blue robes and aimed at those golden armors.

"demon?"

Angron heard the guards whispering to him, but he did not respond. The next moment, the figure on the golden throne answered.

That incomparably gorgeous, incomparably dazzling, and incomparably sacred being stood up again from its throne that had been frozen for ten thousand years, and walked among the people again. If a painter could witness this sacred scene, his work would be repeatedly reproduced until it was spread to a million worlds to publicize this historic moment.

Suddenly, it seemed as if countless voices were shouting in unison:

"Holy! Great! Emperor of Hosts!"

"God-Emperor." Even Roy, a pure-blooded Genestealer, could not help but kneel on the ground, muttering the first sentence of the "Sacred Words" to himself, the motto written by the Great Speaker ten thousand years ago: "Rejoice, for I bring you the glorious gospel—the gods walk among us."

Kiya also knelt beside him, but she didn't know what to say. After Roy finished reciting subconsciously, she immediately followed up with "Walk among us!"

"My Lord!" Celestine raised her head, indescribable emotion and religious fanaticism burning in her chest. She looked up at the golden figure as if she saw the hope of mankind's resurgence. Two lines of golden tears flowed down her cheeks, like a pious statue.

Doraemon looked up and saw the towering, godlike giant rising from the throne. He looked around, and a solemn, bell-like voice echoed in countless places.

"Get out!"

The imperial guards immediately put away their weapons and looked at their master excitedly:

"My Lord? I can't believe you're back, back among us again."

"Yeah, I'm back. Because I'm the most powerful emperor in the entire universe, so even if the sky falls, a tall man like me will have to hold it up." The Lord of Humanity sighed helplessly, tightly clutching Doraemon's time-bound scarf in his hand. "Let's set off quickly. We must immediately gather all the troops we can, and then after we finish this battle, we can..."

"Ahem." The silver-white girl coughed lightly a few times. "Don't say such unlucky words."

"Uh...you seem a little unhappy?" Doraemon asked in confusion.

"If I didn't have humanity, I wouldn't be like this." The Emperor couldn't help but cover his face. "Looking back on what has happened in the past ten thousand years, how did this damn Empire fall into such a state?"

"Isn't this great?" Kiya asked softly. "I remember the propaganda said that the empire has always been prosperous and the residents have lived and worked in peace and contentment..."

"So that's just publicity." Faith whispered in her head. "If it were really that good, would it even need publicity?"

"Eh???"

The young Genestealer suddenly felt his worldview shattered.

"Let's go." The emperor passed by them, his words filled with fatigue and expectation. Golden light gathered around him, opening up a glorious path for his entourage. Everyone who followed him knew that their journey would be glorious!

as well as……

"Wait a minute!" Doraemon stepped forward and waved his hand. "Don't forget to return my time scarf to me."

"Oh, this." The Emperor seemed to have just realized something. He squatted down and reached out his hand belatedly, and reluctantly handed the magical prop back to Doraemon. "Sorry, there are so many things to consider that I accidentally overlooked this."

"It's okay." Doraemon waved his hand and took back his props under the Emperor's distressed gaze. Then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at the silver-white Emperor and asked, "Come to think of it, since you are also the Emperor, then you should need this too, right?"

"Not at all." The silver-white girl shrugged. "I'm not half-dead like him, but are you really not going to consider the issue of the webway?"

"That's not important." The Emperor was silent for a moment, but finally responded firmly and decisively, "Since we can transcend time, we can definitely return here the next moment after leaving."

"You know what I'm talking about!" The silver-white girl frowned. "You haven't even considered finding a way to close the breach in the Webway? You know, even a moment is enough for them... You did it on purpose!"

The silver-white girl's eyes widened as if she had discovered something.

"The battle that follows will determine their survival. Unless they are utterly foolish, they will not waste their excess power beyond that battlefield." The Emperor spoke coldly. This was a consideration he had made before regaining his humanity. Even after regaining his humanity, despite the subtle pain deep in his heart, he still did not intend to change this plan. "And if they do squander their power here, the Amulet of the Seven Hammers is still preserved within the Inquisition. That will teach them a painful lesson."

——Dividing——Line——

PS: The concept of the Path of the Fire Sword was told to me by a netizen in the past. It is said to be from research on the Internet. I don’t know if it is correct, but I thought it was very interesting, so I wrote it in.

Volume 1: Chapter 81: The Primarch's Family Gathering

In the torrent of the Warp, the will of the gods was unified again. The last time they were able to unite was when they manipulated the grand rebellion launched by Horus. At that time, they caused great achievements to collapse and fathers and sons to turn against each other in the blink of an eye. Now the same disadvantage has appeared before them again.

In the past, they only had to sit in their respective seats and raise their fingertips, and billions of sentient beings would rush to sacrifice their blood, conspiracy, disasters and indulgence to them, giving up everything they had just to fill even the slightest emptiness in them.

But now, there is no change!

The future has been locked, and there is no place for them in the inevitable ending!

Tzeentch looked at his allies, and the gods of the Warp continued to demonstrate the great power they represented.

Khorne roared on the Brass Throne, blood spurted out, skulls piled up into mountains, and the killing carried out in His name was endless, but unprecedentedly, this bloodthirsty God truly found an enemy who could vent His endless rage, a prey that was truly worth killing, His eternal enemy, the God of Terror who hated war.

Nurgle muttered in the Garden of Corruption as he carefully prepared a pot of thick soup. Under his feet were budding buds and soil covered with mold. The Father of Plagues prepared a fresh soup as a gift for his perilous mirror image, adding the dead skin of lepers, the thick sputum of the dying, the thick juice squeezed out of sores, and young maggots crawling on the fat. He wanted to use this to make his other self understand what true love that encompasses everything is - he should not reject the breeding of rot flies and mold, the plague itself is just another kind of hug.

Slaanesh screamed in the Palace of Pleasure, his unsatisfied emptiness making him unwilling to even glance at his slaves. The Lord of the Desire Realm, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, had his body and mind completely occupied by his self from another world. His six senses, seeing joy, hearing anger, smelling love, tasting thoughts, tasting desires, and feeling worries, were all shouting and roaring. After witnessing such pure and flawless beauty, no amount of stimulation could bring him even the slightest happiness.

This is true for all gods, including Him.

Recalling the mirror image of itself that "responds to all changes with the same attitude", even the mighty power of the usurper heaven has to admit that the cursed ones did get the weapon to deal with them from the Om Messiah, and that is themselves!

And now, the cursed one wants more!

He wanted to completely crumble the throne of God, cause the sky to fall, and completely wipe them out from the beginning of time!

But this earth-shaking change also gave Him one last chance to fight back.

That’s right, this is a war that decides everything, whether for humans or gods.

The Warp has only one chance to revive.

So, let the galaxy burn again.

——Dividing——Line——

Corpses were scattered everywhere, and the broken power armor was looming in the black fog. The blasphemous symbols on it danced gently, demonstrating the vicious beliefs of its owner.

"The fake emperor..."

Before he could finish his words, the Dark Crow's Claw wrapped in arcs of electricity pierced into his chest, ending his life with just a random claw.

Only then did he truly see the attacker's iris-less, pure black eyes:

"Original……"

Before he could finish his words, the lightning claw clenched in his chest, and his fragile internal organs fell apart in an instant. From the shadows stepped out the Primarch of the Raven Guard, Korakos.

The Raven Lord casually threw the traitor's body on the ground aside, and looked at the broken face with a slightly gloomy face, but suddenly he seemed to have discovered something.

A circular hole suddenly opened up beside him, and brilliant golden and silver light poured in. All the blasphemous symbols around him began to burn under the illumination of the holy two-colored light.