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

Chapter 181: Both Shots Hit Erebus
A red and pink wooden door suddenly appeared in front of Dante's desk, standing in the dim firelight of the room, reflecting a faint reddish glow.

The scarlet scar outside the window tore through the sky, but in Dante's eyes, this red and pink wooden door was even more terrifying than that.

He quickly but not panickedly picked up the melta pistol at hand. This melta pistol, which embodied the technology of the Dark Ages, was enough to burn through the chitinous carapace of the Tyranid beast, but it did not bring Dante much sense of security.
He knew what was behind the door.
A Warp Being who has not yet ascended to the throne, a believer called the Chosen of Death, the Primal Power and the Eternal Dragon,
Dante was unsure how much power this Warp Being had squeezed into its current physical body. If Mephiston stood beside Him, perhaps he could make a more accurate judgment.

But now Mephiston may have already turned to that subspace existence
Click——————

The wooden door gently opened in the room, and a gust of hot wind from the desert blew in, hitting Dante's face and causing the candlelight in the room to flicker.

A man in a linen robe and a cowboy hat slowly walked out from behind the door.
The man's face resembled the race of the Eastern Dragon Kingdoms of Ancient Terra.
The moment he saw that face, Dante felt the melta pistol in his hand tremble slightly. He could sense that this old friend that had accompanied him for many years was getting excited, but at the same time was somewhat reluctant to fire at the man.

The man walked out of the wooden door in the wind and sand, followed by Mephiston in scarlet power armor.
Mephiston's pale hair fluttered in the wind, and his pale face looked particularly terrifying under the reflection of the scarlet scars behind the door, as if he was a servant following the god of death.

"Good evening, Mr. Dante." The man said with a smile.
His smile just revealed his sincerity and friendliness, which made people trust him involuntarily.

Dante was shocked, and quickly suppressed his instinctive trust in the man. Is this some kind of subspace power? It doesn't look like it?

The man seemed to notice that Dante was resisting the friendly appeal of his smile, so he shrugged and closed the wooden door.

The change in air pressure immediately caused a small vortex in the room, causing the documents on the table to fly.

Dante's cheek twitched slightly. He had just sorted out these documents.

Damn it, I have to work overtime to clean up soon. Dante hasn't enjoyed sleep for several days.

"What should I call you?" Dante considered his tone, put the chapter leader's mask back on his face, and suppressed everything that belonged to the salt seller's child in his heart: "Zhou Yun? Doraemon? Ryan Russ? Neos? Or something else?"

"Just call me Zhou Yun." The man who called himself Zhou Yun nodded slightly. His voice was soft yet deep, like that of an extremely trustworthy elder: "In the east of ancient Terra, in an almost forgotten language, this word means 'a circle of clouds'."

It is indeed related to the Dragon Kingdoms. Dante had read sporadic records about the Dragon Kingdoms in the records of the war group.

I know that the kingdom once existed to the east of the Terran Palace and was a union of several ancient Terran kingdoms.

It is said that at the end of the Terra Unification War, this country disappeared in a strange self-immolation fire. Later, the Astartes set foot on the land of this country and found many ruins but could not solve the mystery of its disappearance.

According to Dante, during the Great Crusade, the Sigillite Malcador was accompanied by a swordsman from the Dragon Kingdoms. That swordsman could even fight against Lucius, a famous swordsman in the Emperor's Children Legion.

In addition, the White Scars and their Primarch have cultural ties to the Dragon Kingdoms, and the traitorous Thousand Sons seem to know some of the Dragon Kingdoms' secrets.
Dante looked at the face of the man before him.

Could it be that his birth is related to the Dragon Kingdoms?
Then he must not be a young being who was just born in the subspace, but must have been born for at least ten thousand years.
"Commander Dante." The man who called himself Zhou Yun raised his lips slightly and continued in a voice that gave people a sense of trust: "I am here to fulfill my promise to the Lord of Baal. You should understand what I am saying."

Lord of Bhaal?

Dante was slightly stunned when he heard this, but soon realized that he was talking about Sanguinius.

Sure enough, he was related to the prophecy brought by Mephiston, the return of the Archangel.
Dante's eyes fell on Mephiston, who was standing beside him. Mephiston's whole body trembled slightly.

There was a trace of embarrassment on his face, and he had obviously noticed the suspicion and scrutiny in Dante's eyes.

At least in Dante's opinion, Mephiston was too quick to trust the existence of this warp for whatever reason.

After the embarrassment, Mephiston nodded slightly to Dante, indicating that Dante's guess was correct.

"My lord."

Mephiston spoke slowly, his voice still so gloomy, but with hesitation in it:

"Let us not get bogged down in red tape. There are many things we cannot say directly, but we all know that the future of the Blood Angels and even the entire human empire hangs on a thread. As the Lord of Bhaal, you can help."

"This Excellency is the object of the Saint Doraemon sect's faith. You and I both know this very well. I have personally infiltrated both of the Saint Doraemon sects, both the death-worshipping one and the relatively mild one. I studied their behavior and carefully looked for signs of corruption and ignorance. However, I did not find any stains."

As Mephiston spoke, the hesitation in his tone gradually disappeared, and he became firm instead:

"Similarly, I have not found any stain on this Excellency. Chagatai Khan did not assert that he would be our enemy, but instead warned us to make our own choices. I see hope in this Excellency!"

"He must be the remaining hope mentioned by Sanguinor. I have made my choice. I will trust this Excellency." "This is the hope of saving us and even the entire empire. Please make a decision. Perhaps from your perspective, this may have some risks."

“Some risks?” Dante raised his voice: “We all know what the last person who took some risks did.”

"I can see hope, but I can also see the shadows that may be hidden behind hope. Will this decision bring me hope, or something twisted?"

Dante's eyes were on Zhou Yun and Mephiston.
Through Mephiston's words, Dante had already sensed what the two wanted.
They wanted to go to the tomb of Sanguinius, to reach the remains of Sanguinius.
And will it be their genetic father who returns from the remains of Sanguinius, or another twisted monster?

Is everything before my eyes a fraud? A fraud prepared from the beginning in Hades? Is it a conspiracy prepared by the Lord of Change or other Chaos Gods?

Even if not, can Sanguinius, who was resurrected by this warp existence, still be as pure as before and not be corrupted by the warp existence before him?

Dante didn't want to become Abaddon, he didn't want Mephiston to be Erebus, he didn't want Sanguinius to become Horus, and he didn't want the Blood Angels to go the way of the Sons of Horus.

And thinking of the blue wings and light he had seen several times, Dante couldn't help but feel hesitant.

Is it Sanguinius who has been resurrected, or a second Horus? This is a question Dante has to face with caution.

Zhou Yun noticed the doubt on Dante's face, and he sighed slightly in his heart.
It's all Erebus' fault!
Oh, and Fabius!

These two old idiots have ruined the reputation of our Primarch resurrection business! The resurrected ones are either corrupted or not genuine.

Sooner or later, we'll drag Belisarius and Cole from next door to beat up these two old Bidens.
Well, or beat Erebus both times.

While Zhou Yun was complaining in his heart, his fingers lightly tapped the hot stage board & robot director's hat in his pocket without leaving a trace, continuing the acting effect it gave.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun felt that the acting skills of all the outstanding actors in the past forty thousand years were concentrated on him.

He took a step forward and said in a deep and convincing voice:
"Luis of Bar II, son of Areias the salt seller, Dante the salt boy."

Dante's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body leaned back slightly.
Many warriors knew the name Luis, but only Dante himself remembered the name Areias.
The name Yanzi was once called by his two companions when he participated in the trial.
One of them died during the trial, and the other failed to become a true Blood Angel and his name should be forgotten.

"Is this some kind of Warp sorcery? Are you spying on my past?" Dante's face showed vigilance.

Zhou Yun's expression was calm, as if he didn't care at all about Dante's condemnation. Instead, he took a step forward and walked in front of Dante.

"Would you rather believe this is the evil magic of the warp or destiny, hope and responsibility?"

"I met a girl in Asford, and she told me that if everything is arranged by the Emperor, then it is the best arrangement."

A slight look of horror appeared on Dante's face.

"We chose you, Dante." Zhou Yun said softly, "We chose you when you were young, when you killed someone for the first time to protect the tribe, and when you sobbed for the loss of life in the middle of the night."

There was care and compassion in Zhou Yun's eyes when he looked at Dante, as if he was an elder who had watched Dante grow up.

"No!" Dante's face showed a little panic, and he seemed to realize what Zhou Yun was going to say.

"Have you forgotten? Louis Dante."

Zhou Yun continued in a calm tone:
"After you quarreled with your father Areias, on that night when the lights went out, you sneaked out of your family's stroller and stole Orini's desert motorcycle. That motorcycle was the fastest in the tribe, and the lumen lamp alone cost Orini half a year's wages."

Dante's expression became increasingly terrifying, and his figure trembled slightly.

"But you are still lost in the desert. The cracked salt has swallowed up Orini's desert motorcycle. You have almost drunk all the water and are about to die."

"But we were still watching you, Dante Sanguinius watching you, and I was smiling."

"You still remember what you saw and who guided you, right?"

(End of this chapter)