Doraemon for an imperfect world

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Accompanied by a despair so great that it was enough to make everyone's heart stop, a tiny crack actually appeared on the barrier released by the Guardian Angel.

"Oh, that's bad."

Even though it was a cat-shaped robot, Doraemon couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The voice of the silver-white girl rang in its ears, "Help me, Doraemon! The four gods on the opposite side are serious this time. If you have any props, use them quickly!"

"I'm trying to figure it out! I'm trying to figure it out!"

Doraemon searched hard, but the more anxious he was, the harder it was to find useful props.

"Time...Okay, calm down." The silver-white girl soothed as calmly as possible. "Don't be nervous, my friend. I will use my psychic power to speed up time around you as much as possible. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

So gentle...

It's clearly at such a critical moment.

Malcador also opened his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down!" Doraemon regained his confidence and took out two small bottles from his pocket. "Vinegar Increase and Vinegar Reduce!"

Just drop them into a certain type of object, and then call out the name of the part you want to increase or decrease. Whether it is the green peppers or shrimps in the meal, hair, lake water or muscles, you can easily increase or decrease it.

and so……

Doraemon put on his bamboo dragonfly and flew towards the sky. Celestine and Makado followed him, confused. Doraemon unscrewed the lid of the vinegar bottle and poured it towards the golden and silver dazzling light, shouting:

"The Emperor's psychic power!"

The next moment, the golden and silver psychic energy began to surge under the influence of this extraordinary item! It surged! It surged! In an instant, it shone so brightly that it even overshadowed the divine will in the subspace.

The exasperated roar echoed in everyone's mind, destroying their minds. Seeing this, Doraemon took out the bottle of vinegar and poured it forward. The two emperors immediately spread it into the subspace in tacit understanding.

The four gods realized the danger at the same time, but it was too late.

Doraemon stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed at the Chaos Gods under the tearful gaze of the many mechanical priests on the ground. Every sage looking up at the sky desperately adjusted the focus of his artificial eye just to see the scene of Om Messiah repelling the dark gods with his unparalleled power.

"The psychic powers of Nurgle, Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh!"

The props from the 22nd century began to take effect rapidly in the warp. The bastard gods were horrified to find that their power began to disappear uncontrollably. They were forced to leave the material world, roaring and falling back into the warp, and roaring the name of the Mechanical God on their thrones.

Then, Ran Danxingchen, who had escaped the pursuit of the evil god, finally arrived at the place where everything began.

——Battle in Heaven!

Volume 1: Chapter 91: The Old Saints and the Necrontyr

A strange yet familiar universe unfolds before your eyes.

Just as people had time to raise their heads and look at this universe 60 million years away, a huge psychic impact fell on the golden and silver barrier. Two completely different teams broke out in war on the two sides of the planet, and the side that was good at using psychic energy was obviously far superior to the other.

"Battle in Heaven."

Evelyne stood beside Guilliman, murmuring about the great war that spanned the galaxy. The flames of war were ignited by two ancient civilizations, but they had never truly been extinguished. The Four Chaos Gods were but the poisonous smoke rising from the embers of that war, and the Eldar and the Orks were but the firewood that had not yet been completely burned out. In that battle, which was so large that it could have brought about the fall of Heaven, all living beings burned all that was beautiful as weapons, leaving behind only countless suffering and despair for future generations.

That was an ancient era that existed only in legends, but now she was able to set foot there in person.

But the tip of the iceberg revealed in this made her feel daunted - what exactly did the Lord of Humanity want to do that could make the gods so crazy and furious?

And what is the so-called Om Messiah?

"Necromancers and Old Ones?" Doraemon looked at the two sides fighting in the sky. "Anyway, we need to find a way to calm them down first."

Peace Antenna

As long as you press the button of this antenna, the disputes nearby will be settled by themselves. Even Ultraman in the TV will be affected by the peace antenna and shake hands with the villain in front of the witness of the space monsters.

But the only problem is that the range of this peace antenna is really limited.

and so……

"Signal amplifier—"

Doraemon took out a signal amplifier that looked like a speaker, and then pressed the button of the Peace Antenna hard.

Here, all is quiet and the fighting ceases.

——Dividing——Line——

Ancient creatures similar to toads were squatting in their own ships. Psychic energy was drawn from the subspace and circulated in the ships according to their will. Their gazes towards the opposite side were full of the wisdom of an elder. This so-called war was just a small lesson for the young race.

They would not argue with each other. This was just a means for a tragic and short-lived race to deal with the separatism within their own civilization caused by rapid expansion. They tried to use war to reunite a civilization that was on the verge of falling apart at any time. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong enemy.

Of course, they knew the Necrontyr hated them for not sharing their secret to longevity—but longevity was innate, and any species that didn't perish instantly under the kind of stellar radiation the Necrontyr had in their homeland was considered remarkably resilient. Who could they blame?

As a species born with endless lifespan, they have accumulated too much wisdom and tolerance in their long lives. They are tolerant enough to tolerate the offense of a young species, so they will not destroy the other party. This is just a warning. They destroyed the colony that led to the prevalence of Necrontyr separatism but did not stop the refugees from leaving. They drove this young species back to their home planet and expected them to reflect on their mistakes.

The Ancients have always been benevolent. They have promoted many species and fostered their civilizations. The Eldar are their most outstanding children. The Ancients firmly believe that they will one day grow to be as great as themselves, and they are full of expectations for this.

Therefore, the Ancients understood the shortsightedness of a short-lived race and were happy to teach them a small lesson. Their arrogance was just the ignorance and self-righteousness of a young species that had just stepped out of its home planet. When the Necrontyr left their home planet once again and began to expand again, the Ancients expected them to learn humility because of their failure.

However, at this moment, a huge psychic reaction that shocked even them appeared out of thin air on the battlefield along with an entire planet. The artillery fire from both sides of the war could not even leave the slightest ripple on the simple psychic barrier.

What's happening here!

It stared blankly with its eyes wide open. Such a huge amount of spiritual power was unprecedented even among its own people. When did a creature of this level appear in the giant wheel (the Milky Way)?

But even as it was thinking, the Necrontyr did not stop their attacks, which made it feel a little offended, so the energy of the High Heaven was pumped in again and poured into the muzzle, and the mind was locked and ready... But at this moment, an invisible force instantly brushed through its mind, and the ancient saint suddenly changed his mind.

It turned on the communication device and asked again with the kindness of an elder:

"Children, there's no point in fighting any further. How about we just call a truce?"

"That's exactly what I meant. It's great that you don't want to fight either."

Perhaps the losses in the war were too great, and when it proposed a truce, the other side was obviously impatient.

Ah, that’s great. We reached a consensus easily.

The ancient saints thought about it, and then looked at the planet that appeared out of thin air. They first synchronized information with their own tribes through the webway, and then respectfully sent greetings to the powerful psychics on the planet.

Could the other party be another great civilization outside the giant ship?

"Alien..."

It heard a deep voice sighing with deep helplessness.

"We can talk, ancient people." Another ethereal voice greeted. "We have returned from the future to the present with good intentions, bearing a prophecy of the end."

"Is it really okay to tell them the future?" The Emperor thought, concealed through his psychic energy and his silver-white self-transmitter. "If they don't die, humanity will never have a chance to rise. No matter what, I will never allow that to happen."

He did want to reverse the origin of the Four Gods, but that didn't mean he was really willing to let this group of transcendental and ascended species continue to live. Just look at how much impact the things left behind by the future Old Saints would have on the Human Empire. Even if we exclude the two classic species, the Eldar and the Greenskins, the Umbra in the Warp is suspected to be the product of the division of the last Old Saint who survived to the birth of Slaanesh. And that Old Saint is suspected to be the god believed in by the Hrud. There are countless other creations such as space monkeys. It can be said that without the Old Saints, humans would have fewer than half of their enemies.

"Don't get excited. Let's communicate first." The silver-white emperor said helplessly, "Do you really want to go to war with the Ancient Saints in this era? Don't expect our friends to help you."

"What are you going to do?"

"Hmm... How about bringing them to the present day to prevent history from changing and humanity from disappearing?" the silver-white girl suggested. "Or perhaps trade them with my original world?"

Volume 1: Chapter 92: Win-Win Means I Win Twice

In fact, for the two emperors, their goal has been achieved. As long as they return to this point in time and let the four pure gods come, they can completely rely on their subtle influence to rewrite the future, so that the four evil gods will not have the possibility of being born.

But on the other hand, this would very likely lead to the continuation of the Ancient Saint species, thereby squeezing the survival of future humans, and even causing millions of human worlds to become other life forms out of thin air. This is something they cannot accept at all. No matter how philanthropic the Lord of Silver is, it is impossible for his own children to be completely identical to those of other people's families.

So we have to find a way to make this group of ancient saints disappear at this point in time.

That's why the Emperor didn't want the silver-white girl to reveal too much. After releasing the four gods, he asked Doraemon to take them away quickly. The War in Heaven could be fought however they wanted. Anyway, humans were still in the trees at that time.

But in the end, the two emperors reached a consensus.

A few days later, the silver-white girl pushed open Taraxin's cell. Even though the mechanical sages of Huangquan No. 8 who followed Doraemon still kept their habit of picking up some unwanted wild alien creatures and taking them home from time to time. The Taraxin in front of them was stuffed into the stasis field after his identity was exposed and was about to be taken back for research.

"Ah."

The silver-white girl circled the device in front of her, then squinted her eyes and nodded slightly. She lightly snapped her fingers, and the machine spirit responded to her will and began to stop working. A green beam of light lit up on the metal skull in front of her. The Infinite One turned her head slightly and said with a smile:

"It's really funny. I thought I was going to wake up on the dissection table."

"It's just a body. It shouldn't matter to you, right?" The silver-white girl smiled. "Let's make it short, Mr. Trazyn. I have a good suggestion. Would you like to hear it?"

"It seems that I have no room to resist." Trazyn shrugged. Doraemon's technology was far beyond his comprehension. If the other party could easily bypass the numerous security measures of his museum in another universe and take away the collection, then the previous transformation of the undead warrior back to flesh and blood might also be true. This alone was enough to drive his race crazy.

"Haha, please don't misunderstand me. That golden bastard and his empire have always had serious xenophobic tendencies, but I'm different." The silver-white girl asked with a smile, "Do you know where this place is?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Trazyn asked in surprise.

"The War in Heaven," the silver-white girl said, "This is the War in Heaven that took place 60 million years ago. To be more precise, it was the First War in Heaven... Do you understand what I mean, Lord Trazyn?"

"This is impossible!"

Trazyn felt that he "should" be shocked, but the data only simulated the expression of shock. He was still empty inside, which was the eternal wound left after a species' soul was taken away.

"Anything is possible." The silver-white girl smiled. "There will be a negotiation next, Mr. Trazyn, one involving the Old Saints and the Necrontyr. At this point in time, nothing has happened yet, right?"

"...What do you want?" Trazyn raised her head and asked with interest. "And what is that blue thing?"

"The matter of Doraemon is the Empire's top secret... but as a token of my sincerity, it's okay to tell you. It's from another world, a human creation." The silver-white girl emphasized the word "human" in a very suggestive tone. "What I want is simple. You have the opportunity to rewrite your civilization's most shameful history, while the Empire desires the technology from the Star God, and perhaps even the Star God himself."

"Impossible," Trazyn replied calmly. "We have long since abandoned weapons capable of severely injuring or even killing a C'tan."

"I know." The silver-white girl smiled, then took out a pistol and played with it. "The Progress-Degeneration Radiation Gun. I asked Roy, the Genestealer leader, for it in the name of that golden bastard. But they're quite serious, so I promised to return it to Doraemon immediately after using it... The Progress-Degeneration Radiation Gun, from the name you should know what it does, right?"

This was one of the few props that Doraemon had not taken back, so the silver-white girl did not dare to show it to the golden bastard - if he knew about it, the gun might mysteriously disappear in the next second. However, she had already promised to return it to its rightful owner, and she should do her best to fulfill any promise. This was the most basic spirit of the contract.

"Do you think..." Trazyn asked back as if he realized something.

"That's right." The silver-white girl said with a smile, "What the Star God can give you, I can also give you through this prop. So instead of being loyal to the Star God, how about being loyal to me and humanity?"

"We will not be loyal to anyone!" Trazyn said seriously. "The Star God is nothing more than our slaves!"

"Really?" The silver-white girl shrugged. "Don't look like that, Mr. Trazyn. I'm here to seek a win-win cooperation, not to threaten you unilaterally. If you think about it carefully, our interests are actually the same, aren't they?"

Through this cooperation, the Empire was able to obtain a 60 million-year-old Protector, as well as the technology and C'tan fragments of the peak-stage Necrons.

This is called a win-win situation, and while achieving a win-win situation, she doesn't mind giving others some benefits - as a good friend of mankind, the Necrons are a bit too strong, and the flesh-and-blood Necrontyr are more suitable for the human empire, the big brother.

Trazyn was silent for a moment before asking, "What do you want?"

"I've already told you about the C'tan's technology, and the C'tan themselves." The silver-white girl shrugged. "My plan is to transform your people into Necrons, peak-level Necrons. I'm going to write this underlying code into your master control agreement to safeguard human history. In the 42nd millennium, when we return to that era, the Necrons will return to their physical forms. By then, the Imperium, the Eldar, and the Four Pure Ones will all work together to help the Necrontyr extend their lifespans. A win-win for all, isn't it?"

"..."

Trazin was silent.

The other party's proposal did sound good, but as soon as I woke up from the stasis state, someone told me that it was now 60 million years ago, and I should quickly sign a contract with him to let his people work for 60 million years so that they could escape their original fate. Anyone would hesitate for a while about such a thing.

Traveling through time and space is a bit too sci-fi even for the Necrons.

"I know you have concerns. After all, the Star God deceived you before, didn't he?" The silver-white girl smiled. "It's okay. The negotiations will begin soon. Evelyne will also participate. She will use her presence to reveal their future fate to the Old Saints. As for your people... you don't have to cooperate with me, as long as you can ensure that the Old Saints won't want to eliminate them completely afterward."

"Oh, that's interesting," Trazyn asked. "So who are you? I've served in many departments across the Empire, and it's impossible for someone like you to remain unknown."

"Oh, I just left my job not long ago," the silver-white girl said with a smile, "My last workplace was called the Golden Throne."

Trazyn: !!!

Volume 1: Chapter 93: The Political Experience of the Imperial Guards

Trazyn was thinking.

Judging from the results of a simple analysis, the other party's proposal seems to have only advantages and no disadvantages.

Their own race will gain a body and soul, and receive help from multiple intelligent species in the Milky Way. All they need to do is to add a task of "protecting human history" during the next 60 million years. After the task is completed, they will owe nothing to humans.

They have nothing to lose.

But there's another problem.

"Emperor???" Even though it was just a mechanical simulation, Trazyn still felt a shock from the bottom of his heart. "You?"

"Hmm, isn't it?" The silver-white girl smiled. "Well, a lot of things happened during the time you were sealed. In short, you can think of me as another emperor... relatively speaking, an emperor who is not so high and mighty."

Trazyn felt that there seemed to be a small problem with one of his operating modules.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" he asked again after a long time.

"Hmm, so you agreed so easily?" The silver-white girl blinked and asked half-jokingly, "I was originally planning to give you the Black Legion and that bastard Warmaster as a gift. They were also involved after the time jump and were later arrested by the Second and Eleventh Legions."

"...Oh, is it too late for me to refuse now?"

"Haha, don't worry. I never treat my friends unfairly. You can take them away afterward." The silver-white girl said with a smile. "So-called politics is essentially about cutting a piece of the cake, right? Everyone can take what benefits them, and everyone feels that they have gained something. That's the greatest political method."