Doraemon for an imperfect world

Volume 1: Chapter 87: Luojia and Luojia

With the activation of the Warp Matrix, the Word Bearers warriors from the Mirror World disappeared in the stream of light, and the next time they appeared on the ships of the Fallen Warriors.

This jump was not random, but the Apostle of Light in the Mirror World, Luo Jia, felt the existence of another self, and there was no doubt that it was his opponent.

As soon as he landed on this ship deeply corrupted by Chaos, he could not help but feel disappointed. The traces of corruption were everywhere before his eyes, accurately revealing to him how blasphemous an existence he had become in this world.

But before he could sigh, the enemy launched an attack first. A group of Chaos Space Marines, surrounded by mortal servants, quickly arrived nearby. Then, as if stunned by the intruder's armor, the gene descendants behind Lorgar in the Mirror World quickly raised their weapons, but the Primarch stopped this action.

The reason was simple. Long before these warriors took action, an unparalleled attraction burst out from the artifact in Erebus's hand. The warriors on the opposite side began to twist and deform and were sucked into the small box with the naked eye. There seemed to be faint screams coming from it.

"For... well..."

"Does good and evil ever get rewarded?" The Apostle of Light chuckled with satisfaction. "Let's go and judge their sins one by one!"

The group then began to move forward in a straight line on this blasphemous warship. They thought that this would be an extremely difficult battle, but in fact, the development was progressing at an incredible smoothness.

As they moved forward, one Chaos Space Marine after another rushed out roaring, but were taken away by the Hell Box before they could fight, becoming an inaudible wailing sound in the seemingly ordinary cardboard box.

Luo Jia in the mirror world felt helpless about this.

He knew the moral character of the gods in this world, so those who followed them must be cowardly scum. He despised from the bottom of his heart these cowards who knelt before the so-called gods and offered the flesh and blood of their compatriots as sacrifices.

"Ignorant and cruel, they are deeply infected by the poison of faith." Lorgar of the Mirror World walked past altar after altar that used cruelty to please the gods, and the disgust in his eyes could no longer be suppressed. "Erebus, take the artifact and leave. The upcoming battle against the leader of the rebellion does not require you or its presence."

"But..." Erebus hesitated. "Are you sure, Aurelion? This is too dangerous?"

In the Word Bearers Legion, human rationality is valued the most. Therefore, the warriors of the Legion are accustomed to directly calling their Primarch Aurelian, to show that everyone is equal under the light of rationality. Even a cleaning staff responsible for dumping garbage is not much humbler than the Primarch.

"I have thought it over carefully," the Primarch replied. "If I let him return alive, I, a mother accustomed to doting on my children, would soon find an excuse to release him, even if he wasn't actually his child. Therefore, I must execute him myself rather than imprison and torture him—that would be the price he paid for violating human reason!"

"But he was a Primarch who had ascended to the level of a demon." Erebus sighed helplessly. "He has become part of the Warp. Death cannot end his pathetic and ever-increasing life. And remember, this is not our original world. We are fighting in a hell shrouded in malice the likes of which you have never felt. Tauwa only wants your destruction, while the evil gods here desire endless torture!"

"I know." Lorgar of the Mirror World nodded gently and gave his next reason. "And it must be completely exiled in order to reduce the power of the Warp in reality. Imprisonment cannot achieve this."

"Okay." Erebus sighed and finally obeyed his Primarch's choice. He left the team alone with the artifact and began to wander around the warship soaked in the power of Chaos corruption, like a judge judging sin.

And Lorgar, the Apostle of Light, the most rebellious offspring of the Silver Lord, led his vast army through the temple adorned with the bones of all living beings, trampling over the corpses of the fallen. Outside the porthole beside him, the fully armed Second and Eleventh Legions had arrived. Small reinforcements from other legions of this era also gathered here, and under the guidance of the Emperor's light, they fought side by side with their battle-brothers from the future.

Wait, what will those legionnaires who have already rebelled in the future think when they see their enemies?

Could it be that the golden emperor had never considered this at all?

Frankly speaking, he had a pretty good impression of the Emperor of this world. Although he was neither as gentle as his mother, nor as emotionally intelligent as his mother, nor as broad-minded as his mother in accommodating multiple species and mixed-race humans, he firmly believed, as did he, that humans did not need to believe in gods!

but……

Is the Golden Emperor's emotional intelligence a little too low?

It's really worrying.

With this thought in mind, Lorgar in the Mirror World received a communication from the Mechanicum on the surface of Randan. "Sir, a company of Word Bearers from the current era is approaching you. Limited communication indicates that they are all of Terran descent."

"I understand." Lorgar of the Mirror World certainly knew the meaning behind the Mechanicus's specific mention of those warriors being of Terran origin. The Emperor of this world conquered Terra with blood and fire, and the Terrans in the various Astartes Legions were warriors who had once followed the Emperor himself, and therefore would hinder the Primarch's authority to some extent.

So, Lorjia of this era wants to deliberately consume those great warriors?

Luo Jia in the mirror world sneered as he recalled the relevant information.

Before the return of the Fools, the Word Bearers, formerly known as the Imperial Heralds, were steadfast propagators of the Imperial Truth. They burned the scriptures and altars of the Old Faith, and were therefore known as the Iconoclasts.

He nodded with satisfaction.

Yes, he was a great warrior worthy of his respect.

Lorjia in the mirror world smashed open the sealed door of the command room with his scepter. He saw a man who looked just like him, but with his face covered in all sorts of ugly scripture. He was kneeling on the ground with his back to him. The Apostle of Light could hear his almost whispered prayer:

"We abandon those who are indifferent, and we honor those who are compassionate. We attract the attention of the saints, and we receive the gift of pain."

"You're talking nonsense!" Lorjia from the Mirror World sneered at the actions of his other self. "Didn't I ever imagine that the me in this world would be such a pathetic being, only knowing how to bow down to those psychic entities from the Warp?"

Volume 1: Chapter 88: The Primarch Split into Two

"Who are you?" Lorgar stood up. "Another fruit of my cold, hypocritical father's futile attempts?"

Lorgar stood up, holding a scepter with a three-eyed skull. To the Empire, the skull represented purity, and such a heretical bone structure was naturally extremely unclean.

"I have nothing to say to a coward like you who only knows how to kneel before the idol!" Lorgar of the Mirror World raised his scepter, and his descendants immediately began to skillfully engage in the Mirror World's unique siege and group fighting tactics - they never used martial ethics when dealing with the Tau. "For humanity!"

Lorgar of the mirror world began to charge. Even if he was modest, his martial arts skills were still among the best among his brothers. A distance of several hundred meters was crossed in the blink of an eye. The pure destructive power from the Primarch came into contact with his mirror body like a mountain collapsing. At the first moment of contact, he roughly estimated that the opponent's strength was not as good as his own.

Be careful, he warned himself, never underestimate the other party.

"For humanity?" Lorgar struggled to resist. He seemed shocked by the other's strength, but even so, he still retorted, "If you really think so, you should stand by my side. My cold and indifferent father is leading humanity to a dead end! Don't you understand? Haven't you seen what his empire has degenerated into over these ten thousand years? The only right path I have chosen for humanity is the one and only one! Only the wings of the gods can save the human species!"

"Look at what your so-called gods have brought?" Lorgar of the Mirror World gazed at his alter ego with disgust. Even the aftermath of their war was enough to shatter metal walls, and even a single contact would shatter adamantium. A thousand worlds would tremble at the Primarch's roar. "Murder! Death! Corruption! Conspiracy! They are the root of all misfortune, the eternal enemy of mankind!"

"Of course I know!" Lorgar retorted. "I saw people bleeding, but so what? Through the flow of blood, humanity will be closely connected with the will of the gods. Through repeated sacrifices, the power of the Warp will be implemented among the human species. Look at my hypocritical and cruel father's so-called empire? Haven't his people also relied on faith to survive for countless days and moons? People need faith! Why can't you understand!"

"Tsk." Luo Jia in the mirror world curled his lips. "How ridiculous! Do you think humans must kneel before those evil spirits in order to survive?"

It's not like he had never seen people worshipping gods before. Although it was not common in his world to regard the four psychic entities of the Warp or his mother as gods, it was not uncommon. However, both the four pure and kind gods and his mother would truly protect the world and had a kind of universal love that ordinary people could not have, so there was nothing wrong with worshiping them.

But what are those four things you worship?

"You don't understand! You understand nothing at all!" Lorgar roared. "Those suffering need faith to muster the courage to face each day. Those going to war need faith to soothe their fear of death. Those enduring hardship need faith to replace illusory hope. Faith is the foundation for a species to prosper. The Emperor is unwilling to become humanity's faith, so I can only spread the gospel of the gods!"

"Coward!" Luo Jia from the mirror world scolded.

The two Primarchs fought each other, and the two demigods in the world roared. One of them set foot on the battlefield where the gods fell for the future of civilization, for the promised new world, and for billions of sentient beings. The other came here for the sake of faith and led thousands of troops to obey the will of God. They both knew that they could not convince each other, and force became the best and only tool of communication at this time.

Finally, amidst the earth-shattering collision of mighty forces, the Apostle of Light in the Mirror World seized a thousandth of a second of weakness, and swung his scepter with enough force to tear the entire world apart, tearing the breastplate of his other self, and blood and broken bones splashed in the air. But at this moment, another "Word Bearers" appeared nearby.

The Terran warrior from the 30th millennium stood at the door of the command room, staring blankly at the fight between two great beings who were suspected to be his primarchs.

"Emperor." They murmured to themselves, looking at those figures who looked like Astartes, but were extremely corrupt and blasphemous. "Who are you?"

"You all know it, great warriors." The Apostle of Light calmly pointed his staff at his other self lying on the ground and said, "I am Lorgar, Seventeenth Son of the Emperor, Primarch of the Word Bearers!"

"I am the Primarch of the Word Bearers!" The Dark Slave roared unwillingly, "I am the spokesperson for the will of the gods. You cannot replace me!"

The Word Bearers at the door were silent. These warriors who had followed the Emperor to unify Terra were in great shock. No Astartes could fail to distinguish their Primarchs. Even the most rebellious warriors could feel the throbbing and longing from the bottom of their hearts when facing their genetic father.

But now the two Primarchs appeared before them, and the two paths of light and darkness extending into the future were divided before their eyes. The incarnations of reason and faith were waiting for them to follow at the same time.

The Word Bearers fell silent. They had indeed roughly understood from the two men's roars and arguments that they were from the future. Due to the peculiarities of the warp, this was theoretically possible. It was not unprecedented for a ship to arrive at its designated location earlier than its departure time.

And the Primarch...

They looked at each other, and then came to a mutual understanding. These warriors, once known as the Pioneers of the Empire, walked straight towards the Apostles of Light.

"Sir." They knelt on one knee.

"Please stand up, warriors." Lorgar of the Mirror World used his psychic power to help his offspring stand up. His legion had once knelt before the Silver Emperor in the same way, and his mother had also used her psychic power to force them to stand up and declared that only humans needed to bow down. After taking over the legion, he spent a lot of time changing the minds of the warriors. Although his mother would complain from time to time, she never said much until atheism became the mainstream ideology of the empire.

In her words: God doesn't care.

Lorgar of the Mirror World sighed and said to the Space Marines, "I am a Primarch simply because I was born that way, but you are Astartes because you have overcome countless obstacles and hardships that ordinary people find unbelievable. Therefore, you should be more noble and greater than me."

"Stop!" The Dark Slave's eyes widened, a feeling even more unacceptable than failure churning within him. How could his genetic offspring kneel before someone else? "I am your Primarch! Do you think that because he defeated me, he is more real than I am?"

"No." A warrior turned his head, gazing with compassion at the figure before him, who, even struck to the ground, remained as perfect as a god. The throbbing of blood connected him subconsciously used the honorific. "It's just that we know that our Primarch, while devoted to his faith, would never adorn his ships with blood and wailing, nor would he take killing and sacrifice for granted. His loyalty to the Emperor and humanity is evident to all, and his humility and kindness are well known... So you are definitely not him, my lord."

Volume 1: Chapter 89: Kahn Perpetual Motion Machine

boom--

"Woooooooooo!"

Doraemon was nervously trying to hold on to his head as several airdrop pods were hit by the precise fire of the invincible turret above his head. The roar of the explosion was as deafening as thunder. Looking around, he saw that the whole world was engulfed in this fire. It was unprecedentedly cruel and tragic. The bright stars in the sky were covered by densely packed warships. Hundreds of thousands, millions or even more corpses fell from outer space like worthless rain and were burned up in the process of friction with the air. The flames caused by the explosions rang out one after another, and distorted light flickered in the clouds. The word "cruel" seemed to be embodied as some kind of substantial existence at this moment, dyeing the sky black and red. The black was the madness gathered by countless warships, and the red was the fire that broke out when the warships crashed.

Someone once said that when humans first truly became human, it was the moment when they first looked up at the starry sky on the African savannah hundreds of thousands of years ago. What was reflected in human eyes at that time was unparalleled rationality and nobility.

But now they have once again covered the sky with the flames of war, obscured the colors of the stars, and wiped out the nobility and rationality in their eyes. For thousands of years, this empire that has been drifting in the wind and rain has been struggling to survive!

All living things suffer, Doraemon suddenly realized this, no matter whether they are Orks, Eldar Death Army, humans, or Necrons who have just been awakened from a long sleep and are about to go out to announce their return although they don’t know why the weapons in the armory have disappeared but are just about to be swept away by the passing Tau. It is as if that is the only background color of this dark universe, and they are all cursed by this cruel fate.

It will never recognize such an unreasonable world!

After all, everyone is striving for a better tomorrow!

"Doraemon, the Time Belt seems to be out of power. Do you have any solutions?" The Silver Emperor, who was casually killing a demon named Xalashi Demon Disaster on the battlefield, asked through psychic power.

"No problem, leave it to me!" Doraemon said firmly, "I will never let everyone's sacrifice go to waste!"

To be honest, Doraemon was a little scared, but it also knew that it could not shrink back at this time. It was fighting side by side with many great warriors, and it could not let them down.

"Anywhere Door!" Doraemon took out a pink portal from his pocket. "Let's go and charge the Time Belt!"

"For things like this, just give the props to others," Malcador said. "There's no need to risk yourself."

"Don't worry, I will protect myself, and I will be able to use the props more flexibly if I go there by myself." Doraemon said, and it seemed that because he had written in the diary in advance that the props would not be stolen in the future, once he wanted to give the props to others, he would not be able to find them no matter how hard he tried.

It took out its adaptive light and shone it on itself, Celestine, and Malcador. The moment it opened the portal, the intense pressure almost pushed it to the other side. Thanks to Malcador's psychic power, Doraemon was able to stabilize himself and began to search quickly. But at this moment, an airdrop pod suddenly broke through the dense energy from the ground. The red power covering its surface helped it to block the artillery fire. Until the airdrop pod landed next to the Time Belt that had been magnified to the level of a star ring, a man with one arm exposed walked out roaring:

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" he roared. "Skull to the Skull Throne!"

"Karn." Celestine tightened her grip on her weapon. "Chosen of Khorne, be gentle..."

Before she could finish her words, the old-looking Malcador beside her had already stretched out his hand. The psychic power that could even suppress the Primarch was applied to the traitor. Then, the hero certified by the Emperor slowly looked at Celestine.

The Living Saint swallowed the warning that was about to come out of her mouth, drew out the Blade of Zeal, and was about to go and end the life of the traitor - she had been killed by this person once before, and now she could take revenge.

"Ah wait!" At this moment, Doraemon suddenly stopped Celestine.

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"Wait a minute, let me look... It's not this, nor this... I found it!" After searching for a while, Doraemon took out a red prop that looked like a gas tank and said, "Emotional Energy Tank!"

This can be used to convert other people's emotions into energy. For example, Nobita and Suneo collected a lot of energy by angering Takeshi.

It pointed the prop at Kahn, the Chosen One of Khorne, but the gas tank was full in just a moment, and the opponent did not seem to calm down at all.

"In that case, let's use this." Doraemon said, and took out another prop "Copy Mirror!"

Placing the emotional energy cylinder in front of the replica mirror, one soon turned into two, two turned into four, eight, sixteen... Soon, there were countless props piled up in front of him.

"Please come and help me." Doraemon said to the two people beside him, then placed the emotional energy tanks next to Kahn, and aimed the outlet at the time belt below. The next moment, the time belt began to work again.

The furious Kahn was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt that he had lost motivation, as if life itself was meaningless. If he thought about it carefully, killing was also meaningless, wasn't it? After all, everyone will die, and time itself is the greatest butcher... No!

Khârn's eyes widened as he suddenly realized that those abominable machines were draining his emotions. How dare they! They actually tried to extinguish the endless rage of Khorne's followers! It... Never mind. Think about it, what's the point of being angry? Even if he killed more people, what would it matter? It was all meaningless. Existence itself was nothing!

"No! No!" He roared once more, furious at the insults hurled at him, and also furious at being controlled by a psychic. His rage knew no bounds, and would not cease until everything was consumed! He... was so tired. Destroy it, quickly. What was the point of killing people day in and day out?

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" Kahn roared, straining his neck. The next moment, the emotional energy tank took effect again, pouring a massive amount of energy into the props beneath him. He immediately began to fall into a state of depression. "Really? Why am I still alive? I might as well die."

As his emotions fluctuated, the Time Belt began to work again.

Volume 1: Chapter 90: Adding and Reducing Vinegar

As the Time Belt was opened, the surrounding scenery began to change. The entire planet and the nearby battlefield were pulled into an extremely narrow tunnel. Most of the enemies were left far behind. The Second and Eleventh Legions had entered the interior of the planet before that. The two Glorious Queens served as the flagships of the two legions respectively. Their huge sizes even caused a tidal effect on the overwhelmed planet!

"You must hold on." Doraemon said through gritted teeth.

"As long as we have breath left, we will stand firm!" Celestine waved her arms enthusiastically and casually threw a fragment of power armor that belonged to some unfortunate person. Then, she conveyed the message from the communication beads on the collar of her armor to Doraemon, "Ask the nearest Blood Angels Legion if they need any help. If necessary, they can come to support us at any time... I mean the one on the mirror."

Celestine's expression suddenly became strange. "But some of their battle brothers have experienced a relapse of the genetic disease, White Depression. Maybe they'll be a little slower?"

"Bai Yu?" Doraemon asked curiously.

"According to the description, it seems that when an attack occurs, the Blood Angels suddenly fall into an irreversible depression." Celestine sighed and replied calmly, as if she had seen all sorts of storms and waves. "They also mentioned a special company. It seems that warriors with genetic diseases are concentrated there for treatment in an attempt to rekindle their passion for life. That company is called the Life Company."

Celestine couldn't help but cover her head as she spoke.

A Space Marine who is prone to depression...

As a living saint of the Empire, she actually knew a lot of so-called little secrets, and in most cases she didn't care about them, but such an abstract Space Marine... maybe if the organs in the gene seeds were hybridized during the transformation like the Blood Angels of this world, maybe everything would be normal.

While complaining in her heart, Celestine looked at the battlefield in the distance. When the Dark Gods put all their strength into it, the demons they could drive actually had an overwhelming advantage over the Space Marines. The Empire relied on the lives of more mortal Astra Militarum soldiers as currency to barely maintain a stalemate in the war.

And just as they continued to travel to an even more ancient time, wanting to reverse and rewrite all the imperfect stories before they began, the four gods who realized this felt unprecedented anger.

The gods are roaring.

Celestine looked into the distance. When the planet named Randan escaped in time and space, the veil between matter and non-matter was forcibly torn apart by them. It was as if the daunting brilliance produced by the chaotic mixture of various colors on the palette was transformed into countless huge hands that were enough to cover the sky and the sun, extending infinitely, wanting to crush the planet regardless of all the rules of the game. Even the most indulgent Slaanesh was enjoying the excitement of being wiped out like garbage, screaming and pouring out his strength desperately - she had not yet obtained the existence she most desired, so she would not let herself perish.

The invisible hands, materialized by the malice of the gods, contained absolute madness beyond human rationality. They crushed the stars and destroyed time and space, like countless roaring monsters crawling in the darkness, and then fell towards Ran Dan with a force that made even the stars seem insignificant in front of them.

But golden and silver lights rose from the ground at the same time, forcibly covering the planet. Outside the two-colored light curtain, countless sharp fangs, distorted faces, and even all kinds of strange shapes that humans have never seen or imagined kept moving.