Doraemon for an imperfect world
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"Don't worry about that," the Silver Lord replied. "I previously exiled some of Tauwa's fanatical followers to an earlier time, during the so-called First Randan War. Therefore, a large number of troops have always been gathered nearby. Furthermore, the home planets of the Second and Eleventh Legions are not far away."
"Then just notify them directly." The Emperor said, "and call me over at this time."
"I don't think he will believe you." Makado said with bright eyes.
"The Second Legion and the Eleventh Legion?" Doraemon asked curiously. Compared to the Emperor at this time, it cared more about these two non-existent legions.
"The Second Legion's Shuras have a tradition of cannibalizing their fallen comrades to gain their combat experience. They believe this allows them to transform themselves into coffins for their deceased comrades, and they add the names of the comrades they devoured to the end of their own names," Malcador explained. "And the Eleventh Legion's Celestial Army. Their official total is approximately 100,000, but the Lord of Heaven likely keeps half of these troops hidden as a backup. The Space Marines in his Legion are called Celestial Soldiers, while the company commanders and other NCOs are called Celestial Generals."
"Eat, eat people?"
"That's their way of mourning the dead," the silver-white girl explained. "One of the steps in the Space Marine transformation process involves genetic nerve detection, which allows them to access the memories of the deceased."
"Since it's a cultural thing, there's nothing we can do about it..."
A-meng said reluctantly that it would respect other people's culture, but it itself still felt a deep-seated aversion to cannibalism.
"However, just in case, I have also arranged for a Space Marine Chapter to protect you closely," said the Emperor. "They are the Imperium's finest Space Marines, the Blood Ravens. To prevent Chaos attacks, you'd better have them stay by your side at all times."
"I understand."
"Also, you have to be careful. The power of Chaos is everywhere. If any item disappears inexplicably, it must be their doing."
"That's right. Then use the pre-written diary to write about the future where the props won't be stolen."
"Ahem, actually there's no need to go to so much trouble..."
"It's written, so you don't have to worry about it."
It was visibly apparent that the Emperor looked very disappointed.
Korakos withdrew his gaze and looked at the densely packed artillery positions on the ground beside him. The Mechanicus's oil men were applying holy oil to them one by one.
Korakos suddenly thought of the various comments about the Mechanicus made by his former comrades who had fought in the revolution with him. They would despise these superstitious rituals, and when operating spy drones, they would complain about why the Mechanicus liked to stuff the same machinery into skulls, and they believed that the Mechanicus was mentally abnormal because of their superstitious behavior.
They used to affectionately call themselves Xiao Ke.
Eh……
Koracos sighed over those golden years that were full of flaws and regrets, but still shone brightly in his memories.
"What are these?" he asked.
"It's a template given by the divine machinery, sir." A mechanical priest who was praying devoutly replied respectfully, "Its name is the Invincible Battery."
It sounds really impressive.
Corakos stood before a pink portal, which had been specially enlarged by a magnifying lamp to a size large enough for the Primarch to pass through.
He turned the doorknob somewhat unfamiliarly, and after opening the door, he arrived at another completely different battlefield.
"who!"
Inside the combat command room, the Raven Guards immediately looked at the sudden intruder with vigilance. But the next moment, an unprecedented throbbing ran through their blood. Almost instantly, everyone thought of that name at the same time:
Corax, Lord of the Ravens.
"You, you are..."
"I'm back," Corakos said. "I'll fight beside you, children."
Not only him, many Primarchs returned to their respective gene-offspring. They were summoned from the eternal night by the Lord of Mankind, tearing through the night like lightning and illuminating the rivers, thus announcing their return.
Surrounding the Primarch, the inherently evil Tau began to be harvested and crushed, and as the power of the Tau was gradually exorcised, the original darkness of the world began to reappear.
The supreme divine power of the subspace began to be forcibly intervened in this world.
Further away, the three legions that were supposed to be busy carrying out the Great Crusade began to gather and approach this place.
The first ship to arrive at Mandeville Point was the Indomitable Truth, owned by Lion Elson's son, Lion Elson.
"To reach the target location, sir." Leon Johnson listened to his subordinates' report, and his eyes reflected the planet in front of him with a khaki background and wildly dancing green, blue, purple and red colors.
He was surveying the planet.
Is this the home planet of those aliens?
There doesn't seem to be any shield protection?
In this case, issuing an extermination order directly may be the most effective option.
He did not want to find the value of an alien's continued existence on its home planet. The alien's malice and blasphemy must be completely destroyed by the destruction of the planet.
"The scan results show that this planet has no defensive measures such as void shields, but the ether detector detected a psychic reaction beyond the measurement range... Wait, it detected... the Spirit of Vengeance?"
Lion Johnson rolled his eyes and looked to the side, only to see a familiar yet unfamiliar ship sailing out of the warp. At first glance, it looked like the vehicle of Horus, the wolf-shepherd god, but its scarred appearance seemed to have experienced thousands of years of baptism and destruction by war.
——Dividing——Line——
According to the viewpoint raised by a netizen, the Emperor is similar to Cthulhu, the Guards are the Stars, the Primarch is Dagon, and the Astartes are the Deep Ones. Putting aside the combat effectiveness, I think it is quite reasonable.
Volume 1: Chapter 85: I fight the original body?
The Black Legion was gathering. A massive fleet, centered around the ancient Spirit of Vengeance, gradually left the Warp. Abaddon the Despoiler, the Chaos Warmaster, stood at the porthole, observing his arrival location while listening to his advisor's report:
"We have safely left the subspace, but according to statistics, the number of casualties is..."
"I don't care how many lives we lose," Abaddon said, his eyes flashing with the sinister cunning of world-eating. "I only want to know why the gods asked us to come here."
"That's what I'm going to say next." The figure reporting the intelligence stepped out of the shadows with a crisp sound. It was a metallic being taller than a Space Marine. Seraxia's lower body resembled a scorpion, a creepy yet uniquely beautiful mechanical construct. Her upper body was a majestic, gorgeous, and elegant woman wearing a metal mask. "First, we've detected a large number of signals from the Empire on the planet below. I tried to decipher some of them, and I got some important information from them - the source of the destructive power, the being they call Om Messiah, is down there."
The so-called destructive power is the possibility that had previously flashed in the warp. That possibility made all the foreseeers who glanced into the future shudder, not because they saw something, but on the contrary, because they saw nothing.
In that future, nothing exists anymore, and all things are equally annihilated along with the galaxy itself.
As she spoke, the female sage of the Dark Mechanicus could not help but feel a wave of mockery. Those foolish believers who were complacent and self-satisfied were still as ridiculous as ever. They never knew that the way of the Ohm Messiah would only make people stop in their tracks when facing the truth. Only by embracing the ether could they truly understand the great technology that the Martian sages had seen in their dreams.
As a person with no taboos, she naturally disdains those Mechanicus who are hesitant in everything, are wary of alien technology, hate intelligence, chaotic evil forces, etc., and even have to test the safety of a new technology for hundreds or thousands of years.
"What else?" Abaddon asked.
"Time, in the torrent of the Supreme Heaven, seems to have returned to a time that should not have come." Moriana, another advisor to Abaddon and his prophet, said in a surprised tone, hiding under the black robe. "At this point in time, the rebellion that tore the galaxy apart has not yet occurred, and the Primarch and the Emperor are still walking among the people..."
After a brief pause, she said quietly, "And one of the Primarchs is not far from us."
Abaddon nodded. Of course he knew this. After all, the huge Indomitable Truth was hanging there, visible to everyone.
The Primarch's era has not returned, he has returned to the Primarch's era.
"We've received a communication request from them, my lord." A servant reported respectfully, "They seem to have mistaken us for another legion called the 'Moon Wolves'."
Moon Wolf...
Abaddon was slightly taken aback by this name, so old and unfamiliar, yet still stubbornly taking root in his memory, extending its roots into every memory filled with glory or shame. But the next moment, cruelty took over the face of the Chaos Warmaster:
"Reply to them in the name of the Sons of Horus and tell them that we have just been attacked by aliens and hope to get help from the First Legion."
Abaddon took a deep breath. He already knew roughly what era he had returned to.
It is absolutely unwise to confront a Primarch head-on, but the will of the Gods is following closely behind him. Although he has rejected the direct blessing of Chaos because he once witnessed the tragic state of Horus, their power is undoubtedly one of the Chaos Warmaster's reliance. And now, it is not just them who are heading here at the call of the Chaos Gods, even the Primarchs who have ascended to demons will show up here!
"Find a way to stabilize the opponent." Abaddon said, "Wait..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a blood-red meteor streaking across the deep space of the universe with unparalleled rage. The First Legion, led by the Indomitable Truth, immediately launched an interception, but the scarlet meteor dodged it swiftly and ignored the sporadic artillery fire that fell on it. Its roar reached everyone's ears in the vacuum, and then, under Abaddon's gloomy gaze, it crashed into the hull of the Indomitable Truth.
The ship began to automatically fill with foam to prevent the loss of air, and the loyal machine spirits began to block the nearby lift doors, but when the Dark Angels reached the hit area, a blood-red demon roared and tore several centimeters of the metal hatch.
—Skarbrand, the unconscious embodiment of Khorne's wrath.
Under the instigation of the Lord of Change, it launched a sneak attack on the Blood God in an utterly dishonorable manner. At that time, the Blood God Khorne, who did not yet have the Butcher's Nails, strangled its neck until its consciousness completely disappeared. Ironically, after that, it was able to serve its brutal master better, launching indiscriminate massacres without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Starting from this, the same changes began to appear in this galaxy.
The filthy and ugly Terminus Est appeared in the material world. Above the growth of flesh and blood, the painful faces of the victims wailed silently, and broken bones and deformed teeth squirmed on it. The huge plasma muzzle of the past had been replaced by a horrific growth of flesh and blood. Dripping sphincters were arranged on both sides of the ship, periodically squirming and excreting disgusting and indescribable things into the vacuum of the universe. Sometimes, these disgusting sticky fluids still contained victims who were not completely dead. Their skin had been completely corroded by the corrosive liquid, and their flesh and blood were still melting away bit by bit, but they could not break free in the weightless vacuum.
Khorne, Nurgle.
Abaddon watched all this. He knew that these two Chaos Gods could not be the only ones taking action, and that the power they commanded could not be limited to this.
The first person to feel the change was Moriana, but the former Imperial Inquisitor simply tapped the scepter in his hand lightly, cleverly avoiding the demon's possession. On the other side, a Black Legion think tank began to scream. He had never thought that the mental energy that he could easily use in his daily life would now become his enemy, but even if he tried his best, he could not stop his eyeballs from bulging outward.
boom--
The blue-green sorcerous flames spread out, sweeping across the bodies of several Chaos Space Marines and mortal servants who failed to react in time, turning their flesh and blood into ashes.
Carlos the Fate Weaver descended into the material world with his wings spread wide, holding a scepter. A demon army consisting mainly of fire-dancing demons and fear demons began to appear, and then further tore the sky apart, spreading a demonic tide that swept across the entire galaxy.
Volume 1: Chapter 86: Erebus, the Moral Model
"Here they come."
As the Emperor spoke, he thrust the Emperor's Sword into the ground. A golden glow spread along the ground to those invincible turrets. Although the name might sound a bit childish, under the operation of the Mechanicus, each turret extended a dense array of various gun muzzles, and pure white energy began to be fired into the sky above with incredible accuracy and density.
The Emperor looked up at the sky that was flooded with artillery fire. Tens of thousands of years ago, he had led mankind through the dark jungle, slaying the evil beasts that devoured his own people, and holding up torches in the starless and moonless night to open up a way of survival for others.
Now, as time goes by and the world changes, he still shoulders the same responsibilities.
Standing on the earth, he raised the flaming sword towards the evil god in the sky to show the dignity of mankind!
He may be an unqualified father, a cruel and ruthless king, or a scum with no moral bottom line, but no one can deny that he has done his best to protect mankind, and facing this crucial final battle, he has begun to absorb the power of the Dark Lord again.
"We will fight alongside our respective descendants," the Emperor said. "Malcador, Celestine, your mission is to protect Doraemon. No one is allowed to approach him without my permission."
"As you command, my Lord." Malcador nodded. "If it's just to protect one person, there's nothing to worry about."
"I swear on all my past glory and my life," Celestine said, "I will live up to your trust."
The Emperor nodded slightly and was about to say something else when he saw the drop pods from the Chaos Space Marines in the sky begin to fall under the cover of the demonic tide. One of them even landed not far away. The hatch opened and eight Terminator Berserkers, shouting the name of the Blood God, ignored everything around them and rushed straight towards Doraemon in the midst of the shocked eyes of those around them.
Then, the two emperors beside Doraemon used two golden and silver psychic palms to slap him and flew to an unknown corner.
Well, that's courageous.
The Emperor raised his head and looked into the distance. At this time, the demon army of Khorne had descended on the horizon. Eight armies began to appear. In the first row were eight Supreme Bloodthirsty Daemons. Each of them had eight Bloodthirsty Daemons as subordinates. Each Bloodthirsty Daemons was wearing ancient armor and wielding brutal axes and cruel whips. And so on. An army consisting of 16,777,216 demons was attacking them.
The silver-white girl put away her usual smile. On this battlefield of blood and sacrifice, she had to show respect to her fellow travelers. People parted the road for her to move forward.
"Gentlemen." The silver-white girl brandished her blade. She knew that fighting alongside such a great and noble warrior required no further words, so she simply pointed the blade firmly at the enemy they must overcome, the malice they were bound to defeat. "Follow me!"
The Emperor looked at her deeply, then turned and disappeared. Before fighting alongside his descendants, he still needed to explain to the reinforcements of this era the enemy they were facing. The First Legion led by Lion Johnson was just one of them. Hundreds of thousands of Astartes and countless mortals were still on the way.
Amidst the deafening shouts and cries, Doraemon, who was really at a loss, began to search carefully for props that could be used.
It has actually participated in wars before. For example, it and Nobita and his friends drove toy battleships to engage in a firefight with the part of the wandering fleet that wanted to invade the earth. The actual combat loss ratio also proved that the performance of children's toys in the 22nd century was far superior to the warships of the alien invaders.
It hated war, but what it saw before it was not a war of slaughter and plunder among its own kind, but a feat of two great civilizations uniting to resist fate, and a heroic act of bravely fighting to defend their respective empires.
So Doraemon knew that he could not just stand by and watch.
If a person sits idly by and watches others sacrifice themselves when he clearly has the ability to do so, he might as well take a wooden hammer and tear himself apart.
"Let me find... the box at the bottom of hell!" Doraemon took out a folded cardboard box. "This box will automatically pull those who have committed wrongdoings around it into hell and torture them!"
"Is this useful on the battlefield?" Celestine asked in confusion.
"To be honest, I'm not sure." Doraemon scratched his head. "But it should be able to significantly reduce the power of the traitors, right?"
Being a human being, yet following the evil god to persecute his fellow man, this crime should be enough to send him to hell, right?
But how to teleport it to the vicinity of those traitors?
Doraemon looked around, then quickly walked towards the mirror world Luojia, who was about to perform a large-scale warp:
"Please wait!"
"Well, is there anything wrong?" Luo Jia squatted down and asked.
"You guys want to warp directly to the traitors' ship, right?" Doraemon asked. "In that case, please take this with you. It should save you a lot of time."
As he spoke, Doraemon handed over the prop and explained its use carefully.
"I see." Lorgar of the Mirror World pondered for a moment. "The crime must be punished? If so, then you take it, Erebus."
"Thank you for your generosity."
After receiving Lorgar's instruction, Erebas in the mirror world squatted down and took Doraemon's props with both hands. In fact, Erebas was not his real name, but the name of a villain who was hated by people near his home when he was a child. However, that villain died in a natural disaster to save him. In order to repay his savior, he changed his name to Erebas and restrained himself with strict self-discipline for thousands of years. Some time ago, when the empire selected moral role models and models of the times, he was honored to become the empire's highest moral model certified by the Silver Emperor because of his strict self-discipline.
Nowadays, when children in the empire go to school, their teachers will tell them to "learn from the good example of Erebus."
By the way, Lorgar's adoptive father Kor Phaeron was also selected. Because of the existence of the two of them, many media in the Empire once elevated the Word Bearers to the level of "military model".
"You're welcome." Doraemon waved his hand a little embarrassedly. "This is what I should do."
"This is your greatest strength." Erebus sighed, "I am ashamed of myself."
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