American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

They look really energetic; after all, Downton hasn't had so many weapons pointed at them in a long time.

If it were someone else pointing a gun at him, Downton would have simply waved his hand and killed them.

But these Smurfs are different!

Downton looked at the group of menacing Smurfs and had only one thought in his mind.

Damn it, the chess pieces have come to life!
That said, this pile of canned goods is fucking awesome!
As for Calgar... you really know how to play in high-level matches. It's one thing to get taken down by Abaddon, but the first living person you encounter in this strange place is Calgar!

If I didn't know Calga, and only Telt and Morpheus dared to come here...

That Calga, this ICU warrior, probably won't be able to lie in the ICU anymore, but will directly lie in the arms of death, dying a terrible death.

Thinking this, Downton grinned and then quickly raised his hands.

While making a gesture of surrender, Downton nudged Sister Telt with his elbow.

After being rebuked by Downton, Death Sister glanced at Downton curiously.

"Is it necessary?"

She asked, puzzled.

As Telt questioned him, Calga fired without hesitation!

Boom boom boom!
The flames from the bomb gun suddenly surged and roared.

After all, Astartes never takes jokes seriously!
Calga had no interest in the identities of Downton and his two companions. No matter who they were, trespassing into the Sanctuary and even approaching Guilliman's Stasis Point was a capital offense!
In the 999th year of the 41st millennium, even when the Guards secretly infiltrated the vicinity of Guilliman's Stasis Field, Calgar refused to listen to their explanations.

No matter what reason the infiltrator may have, Calga will never accept it!
He would not allow anyone, in any way, to create any event that could worsen Guilliman's situation!
In an instant, flames from various exploding arrows rushed towards Downton, and even more so towards Death and Sleep.

The Sandman immediately wanted to crush Calga and the others to pieces.

But Downton, amusingly, stopped everyone before Sandman could make his move.

With a simple lift of his right hand, all of the Blue Cans' weapons became ineffective.

The Astartes were also firmly under Downton's control.

As for the various types of bullets that have already been fired...

With a flick of his finger, Downton made the bullets disappear.

After getting the big blue can under control, Downton nodded to Sandman.

"Morpheus, give me some face, I quite like them. I used to have a lot of their figurines at home, mostly blue ones, especially the one called Titus, the Chosen of Khorne~"

"uh-huh."

Morpheus didn't know Titus, so he didn't say anything, just waved his hand to indicate that it wouldn't hurt his pride.

Even if they let the bomb guns shoot them in the face, the bomb guns won't hurt them in the slightest.

Downton can make his own decision; there's no need to worry about saving face. Delirium is what matters most.

Having given himself enough attention, the Sleepyhead retreated behind Downton, leaving Downton to face Astartes and his party.

Of course, the Astartes are now under control, and they can't even speak.

After all, Downton knew very well how stubborn these Astartes were, and no matter how he explained, these old buddies would not forgive him for inexplicably sneaking into Guilliman's side.

but……

Downton couldn't help but turn around and glance at Guilliman.

Wasn't I sent this message with the intention of finding delirious thoughts?
How the hell did I get transported to the Warhammer 40k universe?
Or did it teleport right in front of Guilliman?
Could Guilliman be the long-lost heart of delirium?
That's impossible! Delirium is a god above the multiverse, and even a peddler has no right to bear the heart of delirium!
Perhaps only the entire warp combined would be qualified to bear the weight of delirium.

So delirium is a subspace?
Or is delirium actually the entire world of Warhammer?

If that's the case, then it makes some sense.

Thinking of this, Downton shrugged and then gently raised his hand.

Suddenly, everyone he controlled was able to move their heads.

The moment his mind was freed, Calga cursed at Downton.

"Who are you people to dare to do such an overstepping and offensive thing!"

Leave there, or you will face the wrath of all the Ultramarines and the judgment of the Empire!

you……"

"Hmm, Calga, right? I'm Downton, nice to meet you~"

Downton interrupted Calga, then walked up to Calga with a smile.

Because Calgar was leading a team to try to rescue Robert Guilliman, neither he nor his company commanders were wearing helmets.

After all, if Guilliman could truly awaken from his stasis state, they would like him to see his offspring's faces clearly.
So Downton easily jumped up and patted Calgary's old face.

Calgary was furious after being slapped twice in the face by that short guy Downton. If he could move, he swore he would launch a holy charge at Downton!
Whether Downton is a warp demon that has changed its appearance, or something more dangerous, Calgar vowed to shove every single bullet into Downton's mouth!

Unfortunately, if Downton wanted to, he and his company commanders simply couldn't move.
Seeing Calgary's extremely unwilling expression, Downton grinned and said.

"Tsk tsk, I really like you guys, you loyal canned goods."

Of course, among the unfaithful cans, I do have a few favorites, but that doesn't matter.

In short, now that I've introduced myself, let me tell you why I'm here.

I'm here to do only three things.

First, I'm looking for a person, or an object, or even a galaxy or a world, but that person is definitely not Guilliman. I have no ill will towards Guilliman.

Second, the Empire…

"Bullshit, there's no such thing as a second empire!!!"

Calgary completely lost his temper and immediately started cursing at Downton!

Downton immediately burst into laughter and said...

"Hahaha, that's right, this is exactly what I want, the Second Reich!"

I knew you'd be on edge when you heard that word, but that's not what I'm most looking forward to. What I'm most looking forward to is telling this joke to Guilliman!

At this point, Downton looked at the mechanical figure behind Calgar, which was spinning violently, producing thick smoke, and even felt like his own brain was about to explode.

"Belissau."

He said to Doraemon.

"Before we got here, I had a question that I was curious about... how the hell did you convince Calga to bring you here to try and save Guilliman?"

I know Calga has objected, but in my opinion, his objection was not firm at all. He should have killed you on the spot and thrown your bodies into the airlock to mix you up.

After all, there are a million ways to save Guilliman. It could be that big guy Neos gets up from the golden toilet, kicks Magnus onto the toilet and sits on it for him, and then runs to Macragge to pull Guilliman out of the stasis field.

Even if Guilliman didn't come back to life and died a terrible death, the Smurfs would only lament that it was fate.

But your method of reviving Guilliman..."

At this point, Downton glanced amusedly at Evelyn, who stood beside Doraemon, her entire body radiating wariness. Looking at Evelyn, Downton couldn't help but laugh again, speaking as he chuckled.

"Guys, look at the situation. These bastards can get together to research the resurrection of Guilliman, and Calgar actually believes what they say."

This feeling really makes me think that Guilliman is actually Tzeentch's illegitimate son, after all, the colors match.

Imagine you are a military region commander, and your father, a high-ranking official of the empire who is even more important than you, is injured in the line of duty and becomes a vegetable in the ICU.

In the ICU, a large group of experts and directors were trying to save lives. You were signing critical condition notices until your hand was almost numb. Your second brother had already found a cook for the funeral, and your fourth brother was busy repairing the ancestral graves back in your hometown.

Just then, a craftsman named Geng arrived at your place with a blonde American fortune teller, saying that he and your father were old acquaintances and that your father had ordered an executive jacket from Geng years ago.

Now, all you have to do is put this executive jacket on your dad, and then have your American wife stab him in the neck, and he'll come back to life.

"Holy crap, Calga, how the hell did you trust these bastards? I just don't understand!"

At this point, Downton looked at Calgar with amusement.

The Ultra Warrior's ICU God of War had nothing to say and looked to the side.

In the ICU's view, the Tigris think tank behind Doracauer awkwardly turned its face away.

You could say he's lost his mind.

You could also say he's too superstitious.

But in any case, he did sense something; at the very least, he sensed that Dorakour and his group did have the ability to bring his father back.

Seeing the think tank brothers turn away, Calga turned back with a helpless expression, looked at Downton again, and said helplessly.

"Who the hell are you!"

"Who are we? If we were in another world, I would say we are a group of gods who don't like to meddle in other people's business."

But here, damn, you guys seem to have a bit of a reaction to this God thing, don't you?
Okay, then I'll put it another way: the three of us are three exceptionally powerful people from 2003.

How powerful are we? Even if an emperor stood up from his chair, we could still mold him into a ball or flatten him like a steamed bun.

Or even those few bastards like Khorne and Slaanesh wouldn't dare utter a single word of dissatisfaction about our existence in this universe.

You can take it as us bragging, but all you need to know is that we are really strong. At least all the Ultra Warriors around Macragge combined are no match for us.

In short, I'm just here to find someone; we have no ill intentions toward the Empire.

"If so, given that we can subdue you the moment we meet, even if we harbor ill intentions, you can't do anything about it, can you?"

At this point, Downton made another gentle gesture.

Everyone present immediately began to float away with Downton's movements.

Calgary, carrying his large jar, was practically floating up to the ceiling; his head was almost touching the top of the sanctuary.

Just as Calga was bracing himself for a banging on the wall.

chug chug!

A series of sounds suddenly appeared on the roof of the sanctuary.

The next moment, countless Black Legion members who had boarded the sanctuary charged towards the group's location, shouting a series of offensive taunts.

As a large wave of veteran soldiers from the Black Legion charged toward his group, Karga was completely dumbfounded.

"Damn it!"

He quickly shouted at Downton.

"You disrespectful person of the opposite sex, is this your evil plan?!"
You tricked me into coming before my father, using evil schemes and positions to control me here, forcing me to watch helplessly as you kill my father and destroy Macurag!
Just how depraved and evil you have become!

By the Emperor, please let me break free from this damned position that controls my entire being!
Even if I am destined to die here, I will definitely die before my father!
Bringing you all before my father was truly the most desperate decision I've ever made!

After he finished speaking, the nail on Calgary's forehead almost popped out. He fought with all his might against Downton's control.

Unfortunately, even if he used every ounce of his strength, he would never be able to break free from Downton's control.

As for the ever-approaching black, ancient soldiers all around...

Downton pursed his lips and casually waved his hand.

Wow!

One hundred long-time veterans of the Black Army, all wearing spittoons, collapsed onto the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

I heard the heavy thud of the can hitting the ground.

Looking at the traitors who died in the blink of an eye.

Calga was stunned, but he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

Although he couldn't be sure which of Downton's statements was true.

But at least, Downton's attitude toward him was completely different from his attitude toward the Black Legion.

Seeing Downton unleash terrifying psionic power in the blink of an eye...

At least in Calgary's eyes, Downton used psionic energy.

In short, the deaths of one hundred traitors have at least confirmed Downton's attitude towards Chaos.

After dealing with the older members of the Black Legion, Downton casually tossed his hand and then went to stand beside Evelan, the Eldar woman.

Tang Dun raised his hand and pinched the face of the spirit woman, then smiled wickedly and said...

"I've heard that you Eldar are quite the ladies' man, the kind that Slaanesh guarantees."

It's a pity the timing isn't right, otherwise I'd really like to have some fun with you, Guilliman's wife, haha~

As soon as he finished speaking, Downton turned his head, raised his middle finger at Calgar, whose face was full of anger, and said.

"Alright, alright, you've broken down again. How could your old man, Robert, have a wife, and a spirit woman at that?"
Just take this as a joke, hahaha. After all, there are very few people in the entire universe who can shove a weapon into Guilliman's body, except for his brother.
Now that I've accidentally ended up here, my family no longer needs the help of this slut and that Doraemon.

Consider this a gift from me, Smurfs, I'll help you bring Guilliman back to life.

And then... well, then Guilliman was resurrected, so I don't need to talk to you anymore, right?

I think Guilliman wouldn't mind having a good chat with me.

Before Calgar could reply, Downton waved goodbye to death and the Sandman.

"Telt, Morpheus, do me a favor and pull that big guy out of the stasis field, and then heal him while you're at it."

"No problem. Although I don't understand why you did this, I think you must have your reasons."

Telt smiled and then casually reached into the stasis field.

"No, what are you trying to do? Take your hands off there, take them off!!!"

As death's hand gripped Guilliman's armor, Calga was truly on the verge of madness.

What a blasphemous thing to do! His own genetic father was about to be humiliated in front of him by three people of the opposite sex who could not possibly be human! (End of Chapter)