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

Chapter 175 Doraemon will defeat Leman Russ
Zhou Yun wiped his mouth, piled up the twelve plates on the table, and brought them back to the restaurant owner.

The restaurant owner couldn't help but show an expression of approval when he saw Zhou Yun finished the meal for twelve people by himself.

"You actually ate twelve servings by yourself? Am I a good cook?"

The boss stretched out his four arms, took the plate from Zhou Yun's hands and said.

"It tastes good, but..." Zhou Yun's eyes flashed with doubt: "A lot? Not much? Your dishes are quite small in portion."

Hearing this, the restaurant owner's expression suddenly stiffened, as if it was the first time someone told him that the portions of the dishes were small.

"It's really not much." Zhou Yun noticed the change in the boss's expression and said sincerely: "I only ate half full."

In order to avoid revealing any flaws, Zhou Yun kept the hot performance clapperboard and robot director on, and he unconsciously exerted his acting ability while speaking.

It was this sincerity that turned the boss's face from stiff to dark. He looked at the twelve plates in his hands with deep self-doubt in his eyes.

Zhou Yun didn't understand why the boss made such an expression. He felt that he was only half full at most.

The portions of these dishes were really small. Zhou Yun often finished a plate before he could even taste the food.
But after all, this doesn't cost any money, it's a way to get free wool, and the taste is also very good. Zhou Yun felt that he had nothing to complain about.

He walked out of the restaurant and walked along the metal road suspended in the air. After finding a place without Genestealers, he took out the Anywhere Door and the Searching Cane from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

"Mephiston." Zhou Yun whispered, releasing the searching cane in his hand.

The cane then fell over, pointing Zhou Yun in the direction of Mephiston.

In order to prevent the 30% error, Zhou Yun tried it again.

After making sure there were no mistakes, Zhou Yun confirmed the location based on the map in his mind and pushed open the door.

A heat wave mixed with radioactive yellow sand blew over and sprinkled on the body clay on Zhou Yun's body.

Zhou Yun stepped out of the door and walked onto the desert covered with yellow sand.

"Mephiston." Zhou Yun whispered again, and the crutch in his hand fell down, pointing to the location of Mephiston.

Then Zhou Yun began to use the remaining brain power of an expired college student and drew two lines on the map in his mind.

One starts from the Elytra Castle, and the other starts from his current location, both extending to where Mephiston is.
Then, the two lines intersected on the map in Zhou Yun's mind, marking a point.

Logically, this point would be where Mephiston was.

Zhou Yun pushed open the door in the yellow sand again and walked in.

He stood on a dune of yellow sand and looked towards the distance.
Sure enough, not far away, a team consisting of Mephiston, the Genestealer Patriarch, the Bishop, and fourteen Elytra Sanguinius champions were advancing towards the yellow sand.

Zhou Yun stood on the yellow sand, hiding his figure with the dust and the Phantom Thief DX suit, and watched the scene in the distance.

Mephiston walked at the end of the team, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. His eyes occasionally swept over the other members of the team.

Zhou Yun noticed this scene and looked slightly confused.

Why would Mephiston be so concerned with the other fourteen Elytra Sanguinius champions?
With his psychic power, he had a 70-30 chance of defeating this group of Genestealers.

In three seconds, Mephiston cut the chicken into seven pieces of original flavor, and dipped them in sweet and sour sauce.

Zhou Yun pondered for a while, but couldn't figure out what was going on with Mephiston's behavior.

The star Balor in the Baal Galaxy was hanging alone in the sky covered with yellow sand, with a bloody scar lying across it, emitting poisonous radiation.
The hot sand hit Zhou Yun's face, and even through the Phantom Thief DX suit, it still made Zhou Yun feel uncomfortable emotionally.

He pushed open the portal, and the scene of the Elytra Castle appeared behind the door, and he stepped into it.

Mephiston's psychic sense moved slightly, and his eyes glanced at the sand dunes on the side.

He had a vague feeling that there seemed to be some kind of gaze coming from that side, looming.

But when Mephiston turned his gaze in that direction, the sight disappeared silently.

Who is it? An illusion? Or is it Saint Doraemon?
Could it be that he didn't sneak into this team, but followed us silently?

Mephiston was slightly startled and broke into a sweat. He hadn't noticed it until now. He only just noticed a few clues.

"Azaha!" Three-clawed Kalain roared, and the bullets in his hands whizzed out.

In the desert, some silver water squeezed out of the desert, making a soft crackling sound. Three Claws. Kalain's bullets shot into the water, but it was useless.

The guards in the team were dodging, using their swords to temporarily push back the silvery liquid.
The pureblooded Genestealer could only dodge, as if even its biological blades dared not touch the liquid.

Thirsty water!

Mephiston recognized the liquid seeping from the desert.
No child of Bhaal would take this as ordinary water,
This is the water of thirst, and every child of Bhaal knows to fear this liquid.
It is said that this liquid is a technological creation used in ancient wars. It looks like ordinary water, but it actually has activity and basic intelligence.

Anyone who drinks or touches this as water will be instantly drained of moisture and turned into a dried corpse and powder.
Even the Astartes and Genestealers were not immune to the devastation.

The Genestealer Bishop roared, his proliferating brain glowing with blue light, and his powerful psychic power directly pressed most of the Thirsty Water to the ground.

But the other half pounced on the largest abomination next to it at lightning speed.

The abomination was huge and not very intelligent, so it had no time to react.
The thirsty water touched its body, and it immediately let out a sharp and piercing wail. Crystal clear water droplets oozed out of its arms, and most of its body began to shrivele.

Mephiston slowly raised his finger and released just the right amount of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy roared, knocking away the thirsty water entrenched in the abomination's body.

At this time, half of the body of the abomination had shriveled up like a mummy in the desert, and the whole person lay on the ground wailing.
It is only thanks to the strong vitality of the gene stealer that it is still alive.

Mephiston manipulated his own cognitive distortion and appropriately showed guilt on his face, as if he felt uncomfortable for his companion's serious injury.

"My duty," Mephiston said, his voice trembling.

Three Claws Kalain walked up, patted Mephiston on the shoulder, and said comfortingly, "It's not your fault. Who would have thought that the Water of Thirst would appear here? You did a good job."

"We are brothers with the same blood, and we have the same duties and responsibilities. It's not a question of who is responsible for the appearance of the Thirsty Water. You have done a good job in expelling the Thirsty Water in time."

The Genestealer Bishop, the Spiritual Brain Mephiston, also nodded slightly, knelt on one knee, and used his psychic energy to heal the Abomination:

"Maybe there's a chance I can teach you some psychic powers."

Hearing this, Mephiston couldn't help but smile.
He knew that the damage done to the Abomination was too severe to be healed by the psychic powers of the Genestealer Bishop, and that it could only be kept alive with difficulty.

But strangely, the Genestealer Bishop seems unwilling to give up the Abomination.
Sure enough, fifteen Elytra Sanguinius champions, this number itself has a unique meaning,
Mephiston's act of secretly replacing one of them should have essentially interrupted the ritual.
Thinking of this, Mephiston cooperated with the Genestealer Bishop, used his psychic power to carry the dying abomination, and continued to walk towards the depths of the desert.

But this time Mephiston felt much more at ease.

One is knowing that the ritual itself has been blocked by oneself, and the other reason is
That Saint Doraemon must be lurking around, keeping an eye on this team all the time.

The hot charcoal fire burned in the restaurant, splashing sparks.
A young fire scorpion more than two meters long was placed horizontally on the grill and roasted on the burning charcoal fire until it sizzled.

The four-armed restaurant owner looked serious, holding the grill with two hands to rotate it, and carefully controlling the flame with two hands, not daring to slack off.
The meat of young fire scorpions is delicate and tender. If it is too much, it will be hard to chew, and if it is too little, it will be raw and astringent. Even a master chef like the restaurant owner needs to concentrate to roast it well.

The other Genestealers around them couldn't help but hold their breath and dared not even make a sound.

The restaurant owner seized the opportunity, pried open the fire scorpion's shell with the sharp claws on his arms, and sprinkled the secret spices on the snow-white scorpion meat.
Suddenly, the air was filled with the sweet aroma of scorpion meat and the spicy smell of spices.

For a moment, all the gene stealers in the restaurant couldn't help but swallow their saliva; the aroma was so tempting.

But the restaurant owner had a serious look on his face, and lifted the grill with four strong arms.
The Genestealers around hurriedly made way for the restaurant owner, allowing him to walk step by step towards Zhou Yun who was sitting at the dining table.

Bang! ! !
The huge roasted fire scorpion was placed on the dining table in front of Zhou Yun.

The whole dining table was shaking and almost collapsing.

The restaurant owner glared at Zhou Yun and asked:

"Is this enough? Can it fill you up?!"

Zhou Yun looked at the huge young fire scorpion in front of him and fell into a brief silence.
Then he shook his head, opened the shell of the young fire scorpion and said:

"Don't be fooled by its size; it's actually not much after you remove the shell."

As he spoke, under the shocked gazes of the restaurant owner and a group of gene stealers, Zhou Yun began to pull the fire scorpion meat out of the shell and stuffed it into his mouth.

The corners of the winged figure's mouth twitched in the white light, and his voice came in fragments from the subspace.

Zhou Yun sorted it out and roughly understood what the winged figure in the white light said.
"If you and Ruth had a meat-eating and drinking-drinking competition, Ruth would definitely lose."

(End of this chapter)