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

Chapter 161: Holy Doraemon Has Three Divine Levels
As Baal's sun climbed higher into the sky, the red mist became much thinner, and even the scarlet scars on the sky became somewhat dim under the brilliance of the star.
The bumpy car was driving in the desert, and the town in the distance was swaying and distorting in the heat, like a weird impressionist oil painting.

Zhou Yun had a feeling that the car would arrive at the Second Fodia Town in the next moment.

But the endless desert always makes people misjudge the distance. The driver told Zhou Yun that it would take at least 20 to 30 minutes by car.

Denton seemed to have made up his mind. He looked at Zhou Yun and said:
"Brother Huang Daxiong, I'm free now. Are you interested in learning about our salvation and hope, the great Saint Doraemon?"

As he spoke, Denton took out a small pendant from his arms.

He opened his hand, and the pendant lay in his palm, appearing before Zhou Yun's eyes.
It was a small, finger-sized, very delicate sculpture, depicting a chubby blue earless cat with its arms raised high, as if trying to pull something out of its pocket.

The cat's red nose was inlaid with somewhat cloudy bloodstone, and the bell was shiny and seemed to be made of brass.

"I do it by myself."

Denton showed a shy smile, which looked a bit strange on his scary face:
"I hope that the statue I made by myself can make Saint Doraemon feel my piety."

Zhou Yun couldn't help twitching when looking at the "holy statue" in Denton's hand, and he moved his butt awkwardly in the car.

Denton noticed Zhou Yun's embarrassment.
But he just regarded it as a sign of accepting a new faith.

"Although he has not yet been recognized by the state religion, there is no doubt that Saint Doraemon is a saint with divine powers. When the invasion of the insect swarm is over, the state religion will probably officially recognize Saint Doraemon's position."

Denton explained:
"Would you like to hear it? I can repeat some of the bishop's sermons, and I guarantee that there is no blasphemy in them."

Zhou Yun also wanted to know more about what this sect that believed in him was.
"Okay," he said with a slight nod.

"Okay, Brother Huang Daxiong, let me explain to you the triple holiness of Saint Doraemon."

Denton put on a serious attitude and said as if repeating:
"Saint Doraemon is threefold sacred. He controls death, controls machinery, and controls dragons."

"We know that he holds death because the death worshippers on Asford enlightened us. The Emperor gave the power of holding death to Saint Doraemon, so Saint Doraemon transformed into Lord Ryan Russ, walked on the battlefield, and brought death to the enemies of mankind."

"We know that he controls machinery because the technical priest Shahorik of the Incadia Assault Forces enlightened us. The great god who controls machinery is a trinity: the God of All Machinery, Ohm Messiah, and Primal Power. When Saint Doraemon appears, the spirits of all machines become active and joyful, and all machines can operate efficiently. This is the authority of Primal Power."

"We know that he holds a dragon because the herdsmen on Lesio enlightened us. In the ancient legends of Lesio, dragons devour everything. The Tyranid swarm feeds on planets, and Santa Doraemon feeds on swarms, so Santa Doraemon is a dragon that eats a lot."

Zhou Yun listened with a dazed look on his face, nodding as he listened.

Now we know who did this good deed.

Apparently, Denton and his team believed that Zhou Yun had three kinds of authority.

Death was obviously created by the death worshippers led by Di Xi. The name Doraemon is most likely derived from him.
The machinery was made by Shahorik, the technical priest who followed General Droste. He somehow figured out that Zhou Yun could use the original power, one of the three incarnations of the God of All Machines.

The Mechanicus believes that the God of All Machines is a trinity, consisting of the God of All Machines, Ohm Messiah, the incarnation of the God of All Machines on earth, and Primal Power, the source of all power.

As for the mysterious dragon at the end, it is likely that it developed from the beliefs of the herdsmen on Lesio. Their prophecies believed that Tyran was a dragon that devoured everything.
But after seeing Zhou Yun stuffing Tyranids into the four-dimensional pocket, the herders of Lesio thought that Zhou Yun even ate the Tyranids, so Zhou Yun was obviously more powerful than the Tyranids.
So the three parties began to connect and merge with each other on the starship,

After the refugee settlement was formed on the Bal Star Star, as the residents of the Hades Galaxy came together, a sect that believed in Saint Doraemon was born.
"I am ashamed that our sect has experienced a split within three months."

Denton said somewhat ashamedly:
"The Death Cult was the first to lead us to believe in Saint Doraemon, but eventually most of the Asford people and almost all of the Lesio people left them and established a new sect under the leadership of the two bishops."

"We now mainly believe in the sacredness of Saint Doraemon's machinery, and revere his devouring power as a dragon. We hope that he can bless our machinery to be ever more efficient and devour the Tyranid swarm that is about to descend on Baal."

Zhou Yun roughly understood what was said.
The Death Worship Cult itself has the framework of a sect, and is a sect tacitly approved by the empire, so it naturally takes on the task of leading the faith.
But the content of the Death Worship Cult's beliefs was too explosive, and most people could not accept it, and soon a split occurred.
The Lesios and most of the Asfords broke away and formed a new sect.

".The Death Worship Cult didn't kill all of you?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but wonder.

According to Zhou Yun's impression of the Death Worship Cult, Di Xi didn't just chop off all their heads and present them to the emperor?
Are they already so pure?

Denton's expression stiffened slightly, and he quickly waved his hand and said, "We do have differences, but we still acknowledge each other's beliefs. We just focus on different things, at least not yet." "Well, for now. Besides, fighting against the Zerg requires everyone's strength, and death will always be waiting for us. I'm sure they are not in a hurry for this moment."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

The Zerg is coming. As residents of the Hades Galaxy who have escaped from the Tyranid Zerg, they know very well that they will inevitably go to the battlefield just like they did in the Hades Galaxy.
The few people Zhou Yun could see seemed to have accepted this fate. Zhou Yun could even feel Denton's hatred for the Tyranids.

I don't know whether it's the effect of faith or blood feud, but the beings in the Hades Galaxy are now twisted together.
Presumably this is also the reason why Dante allowed them to develop their faith, so that they could be better commanded and mobilized by relying on faith to unite as one.

The bumpy little car that was put together slowly drove into the town.

This town was even narrower than Angel's Landing Town. The road was barely wide enough for one car to pass through, but the stalls on both sides of the road spread out onto the road in disorder, so everyone had to get off at the edge of the town.
The buildings in this town are mostly simple shacks with strange shapes. I don't know where the materials were obtained from.

Most streets and buildings are covered with domes that block out the sky, as if the residents here are afraid of the sky.
After Zhou Yun walked into the street, he heard the sound of oil splashing. On the street stalls, roasted desert rats were sizzling with oil.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath of the oily air, looked at the narrow streets and the covered sky in front of him, and inexplicably felt a sense of security in his heart.

"Ah, the taste of the nest city." Zhou Yun couldn't help but sigh.
He had lived in the Hive for so long that he could understand the sense of security that the narrow streets and covered sky brought.

"When I first came to Barr, I was almost too frightened to walk."

Denton sighed:

"The sky is so big, and everything is so vast, with no end in sight. I feel like I have become very small in this world. A little sand or a wisp of yellow wind can kill me. It took me several days to learn how to walk again."

"The environment of the Hive City is still reassuring, don't you think?"

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement. Denton bought a few roasted rats from a stall nearby and handed them to Zhou Yun.

"Try it, is it the same as our Asford?" Denton grinned.

Zhou Yun took a look and thought that the roasted animal was probably some kind of rat that lived in the desert. It was skinned and smeared with sauce before being roasted.

He took a bite and found that it tasted quite good. Come to think of it, these desert rats were not the rats in the sewers of Asford.

Both the meat quality and hygiene are far superior.

"It's completely different. It tastes much better than the one in Asford." Zhou Yun exclaimed.

When he was in Asford, he rarely ate the roasted rats commonly seen on the roadside because the taste was too fishy.

"I think so too." Denton nodded in agreement, and then motioned Zhou Yun to look in the direction of the street.

“At the end of this street is the little church we built for Saint Doraemon.”

"Brother Huang Daxiong, if you want to convert or simply want to understand us, you can go there and take a look."

"It's not often that a bishop will speak in this small church."

Bishop Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips.
This should be the chance to find the map as determined by the right and wrong fortune-telling machine.
The refugees from Asford crossed the three Baal Stars, so they must have some way to communicate and travel with each other.

A map that can guide Zhou Yun to the main star of Bal must exist.

It is entirely possible that the bishop was an old acquaintance of Zhou Yun. Even if he was not, he could still take Zhou Yun to see Old One-Eye or Reina.
I don’t know what happened to them, but with their abilities, it should be no problem for them to leave Asford safely.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun smiled and followed Denton to the chapel.

　I feel really bad these two days.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)