I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 150 Neos. Nobita
The mornings on Baal are always so cold and beautiful.
The scarlet scar stretched across the sky like a ribbon, dyeing the smooth sky completely rosy, hanging down over the whole world,

But as time goes by, Baal and the sun of its satellites, Balor, will emerge from the cover of Baal, bringing the morning to Baal.
It also dyed the entire world completely blood red, shining on the dry stones of the desert.

Yugi the water seller cursed the bad weather and climbed out of his bed made of shipping pallets.

But no matter how bad the weather was, he had to hurry to Angel's Landing Town and find a good stall there, otherwise the stalls would be taken away by others and his family would starve.

He found some ancient relics from the ruins of this satellite of Baal. Most of them were useless scrap metal of unknown use, but they could be sold for some money.

When Yugi was younger, he was actually good at exploring ruined cities.
But now he is old and his energy is poor, and this kind of work should be done by his son, a strong young man.

but.
"Get up! Didn't you hear the morning bell?!" Yugi roared, kicking hard on a shipping pallet.

The threadbare blanket on the tray squirmed and his son woke up in bed in terror, waving his arms in panic.

This fool had a nightmare again. Yugi looked at his idiot son with almost viciousness.
He gave his son to the angels, to be selected by the Chapter, but the Chapter returned to him only a fool.

The boy got up shakily and followed his father to empty his bladder in the water purifier.

"Little beast, if you dare spill even a little outside, I will send you to witness the Emperor's mercy and get rid of you forever."

Yugi cursed, unable to hold back.

"Be easy on him, he's your son, my daughter's son."

An old and hoarse voice came from under the quilt of the third bed:
"If you can't love the child, think of his mother at least."

"His mother was once the most intelligent fortune teller in the tribe, and this child inherited her intelligence. It's not his fault that he turned out like this."

An old woman popped her head out from under a blanket, fiddling with a deck of Emperor tarot cards.

That was Yugi's mother-in-law, his wife's mother.

But Yugi's wife had died long ago.

"We all know whose fault it is."

Yugi said this almost angrily, then suddenly lowered his voice, as if afraid of being heard, and whispered:

"I think we all know that it's all the angels' fault."

“By Sanguinius!” The old woman’s hand trembled as she fiddled with the Emperor’s Tarot Cards. “This is heresy. Has your soul been cursed by the Black Angel?”

"He was a strong young man when he went for the selection, but they gave me a fool instead."

Yugi gritted his teeth and said:
"Who else can I blame? Whose fault is this?"

"Destiny." The old woman continued to fiddle with the Emperor Tarot: "He was destined not to become an angel, so he came back."

"He didn't." Yougi glanced at his stupid son, unwilling to admit in his heart that this was his son.

The old woman ignored Yugi and continued to fiddle with the Emperor Tarot in her hands.

The old plastic tarot cards slid across the scratched glass, leaving a grinding sound.
The old woman studied the pictures on the Tarot cards before she began to shuffle and cut the cards.

Yugi wanted to interrupt him and snatch the tarot cards away, but he didn't dare.
The Emperor Tarot is a ritual of the Emperor, and to reject Him is itself a sacrilege.
"An unknown day," the old woman said, fiddling with the tarot cards, which were full of strange patterns.

Yugi couldn't understand the meaning of these patterns, and he always suspected that his mother-in-law was a witch.
"Scarlet mist," the old woman whispered.

Then Yugi saw a thick blood-colored steam rising from the desert not far away, mixed with radioactive and toxic particles.

Red fog is a unique phenomenon on Basilisk. This damn fog comes from the toxic ocean of Basilisk. If it passes through old cities destroyed by nuclear weapons, it will bring more deadly radiation.

Yugi cursed bitterly. The radiation alarm was reminding him that it was unwise to go through the fog.
Such thick red fog is enough to swallow any traveler.

The old woman was still fiddling with the tarot cards in her hand.

She and her daughter, Yugi's wife, were all from an ancient desert tribe on Baal.
It is said that the old woman's bloodline can be traced back to the tribe of vampires who witnessed the coming of the angel.
"Emperor on the throne, burning planet, god of all things, god of death."

The old woman's voice was almost stuck, and she looked at the pattern in her hand with some disbelief.
The two cards symbolizing the God of All Things and the God of Death flew out of the Tarot almost at the same time.

The emperor on the throne symbolizes hope.

The burning planet symbolizes the impending disaster.
What about the God of All Things and the God of Death? What does this symbolize?
The old woman stared at the two Emperor Tarot cards that appeared on her own.
I could vaguely see the patterns on the two cards moving.
The figure of the God of All Machines emerged from the twisting gears. It was a blue raccoon cat.

The figure of the Grim Reaper appeared in the darkness. It was also a blue raccoon cat, but standing next to the raccoon cat was a boy wearing glasses.

The boy's eyes were drowsy, but he was holding an old-fashioned pistol in his hand, with the tip of the gun pointed outside Tarot. It seemed that nothing could escape his bullet.

The old woman recognized the image of the blue civet cat,
The refugees from the Hades Galaxy brought a new belief. They worshipped the blue raccoon cat as a saint, called him Saint Doraemon, and claimed that he was the god of death, the spirit of all machines, the one who devours the swarm of insects, hope and salvation.

But it is said that in just three months, the refugees who worshiped Saint Doraemon split into two completely different factions. The old woman was not sure about the details.
Is this what this Tarot omen indicates?
But another inspiration soon seized the old woman's mind, and she said almost instinctively:

"Death is coming, death is coming!" Yugi looked at his mother-in-law with confusion and fear.

Then he heard footsteps coming amid the noisy noise of the steaming mist.
Yugi hastily pulled out his homemade gun from between layers of worn blankets and aimed it at the source of the sound.

His forehead was covered with sweat. Almost no one could penetrate the fog with such high radiation.
"Death, you actually want to bring death to the god of death." The old woman said dryly.

"Shut up!" Yugi cursed.
They were very close to Angel's Landing Town, which was under the direct management of the Blood Angels, but robberies always happened in foggy days, and the worst case scenario was that the people walking out of the fog were not human.

Yugi looked at the figure in the mist, and it seemed that the figure was grabbing a handful of Baal's sand from the ground.

"An Ultramarines and a Word Bearer quarreling."

"The Ultramarines grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it in the Word Bearers' face, shouting: 'This is the Perfect City!'"

"Not to be outdone, the Word Bearers also grabbed a handful of sand and threw it in the Ultramarines' faces: 'This is Calth!'"

"At this moment, a Thousand Sons ran out crying, protecting the sand on the ground and shouting: 'Don't throw it away! Don't throw it away! Don't throw my brother away!'"

The figure seemed to be telling a joke and couldn't help but laugh:
"another one?"

"When a group of environmentalists condemned the Space Wolves for wearing wolf skins, the Space Wolves quickly retorted: 'No, there are no wolves on Fenris!'"

"Huh? Someone?"

The figure seemed to notice Yugi at this moment and walked towards him.

Yugi quickly raised the homemade rifle in his hand and pointed it at the approaching figure.

"If you come any closer I'll shoot!" Yugi shouted.

"You can't stop Death! Death is approaching!" Yugi's mother-in-law, the old woman who was fiddling with the Emperor Tarot, shouted tremblingly.

"No!" Yugi shouted angrily.

He noticed that the figure had no weapon in his hands.

"Don't be so anxious, let me tell you a joke."

The figure spoke briskly, seemingly not afraid of the earthen rifle in Yugi's hand:

"A group of loyal Astra Militarum soldiers encountered the Orks in battle, and they quickly ran out of bullets."

"So their political commissar, Yarick, gave the order: Just make bang! bang! bang sounds with your mouth, imitating the sound of gunfire."

"Then the orcs fell one after another."

Yugi was stunned as he watched the homemade rifle in his hand being inexplicably shot away.

When the figure made bang bang sounds, the homemade rifle in his hand seemed to be really hit by a bullet.

The figure in the weapon slowly walked out,

He was a man wearing an ordinary yellow T-shirt, glasses, and short hair. There was a hint of sleepiness in his eyes, and his expression was light and gentle.

"My fellow countryman, I mean no harm." The man waved his hand and said.

The old woman behind Yougi couldn't stop trembling, because the man in front of her looked like an enlarged version of the boy with glasses on the Death Card.

"Who are you?!" Yugi asked tremblingly.

"Death! He is Death!" the old woman screamed. "He is the gun of death, the son of war, the end and death."

The man glanced at the old woman with interest, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the Emperor Tarot in the old woman's hand.

"Fellow countryman, you can call me"

The man smiled softly:
"Neos Nobita, a ten-year-old elementary school student who happened to pass by. He is good at sleeping, masturbating, knitting flower ropes, and children's education."

"What the hell is this ten years old?!" Yougi quickly picked up the homemade rifle from the ground and retreated to the side of his truck.
His silly son had suddenly stood guard in front of him, and Yugi quickly stuffed him back into the truck.

The man wearing glasses and claiming to be named Neos Nobita watched the scene with great interest, then gently pushed his glasses and asked:

"My fellow, is this the Prime Planet of Baal? Has Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, returned?" the man asked with a smile.

".No, this is Baal II, Baal's satellite." Yugi replied vigilantly.

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