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

Chapter 202 I Became the King of Darkness

Zhou Yun stood beside this ancient river, looking at the silent boy in front of him.
The young man did not speak, but just stared at the pale bone stick in his hand. He pulled out a small knife from his waist as if he had thought of something.

He used this knife to gently carve the bones in his hand, and the bones were carved into shapes like ships and warships.

Zhou Yun vaguely recognized that it was an Imperial-style starship.

The boy gently picked up the toy he had carved, lifted it high into the sky, and threw it with all his strength.
The toy ship cut through the sky and turned into a starship before it landed, galloping across the Milky Way. Countless cannons and light spears roared, lighting up the entire world like stars.

The young man watched this scene with sadness, watching countless lives among the stars die because of the starship he carved, and countless worlds destroyed because of his creation.
"I thought I would bring prosperity and order to mankind." The young man said softly.

Then the scene in front of Zhou Yun changed, and he came to a village.
The village is made up of simple mud huts of different sizes, located next to the golden wheat fields at dusk, where children play and adults chat and laugh.

Sometimes two or three dogs chased each other, and sometimes the wind gently caressed the small trees in the village.

The young man came holding his father's skull.

He carved his father's wool from clay into the skull and filled his eyes with shells he got from fishermen.
The boy touched the rough crack on his father's skull. He could see everything.
In the swaying wheat fields, one human killed another human.
The boy held his father's skull in his hands and walked barefoot straight toward his uncle's hut.
The dogs running in the village seemed to have sensed something, and they uttered a low moan.
The crow landed on the eaves, twisting its head to stare at this moment.
Carrion flies buzzed, waiting to eat,

In late autumn, snakes also poked their heads out of their holes.
The boy's uncle was sitting outside the door. The man had become old and dark due to years of hard work. He was like a thin ghost sitting outside the mud shed, stringing beads into a line to make a necklace for his daughter.

The boy's uncle raised his head slightly and called out the boy's name, but Zhou Yun could not hear it clearly.
The boy just held his father's head high and stared at his uncle without anger or sympathy.
Everything happened in a flash, the moment his uncle laid his eyes on his brother's skull.
The young man's uncle fell down, clutching his cunning chest tightly, with a hideous look of pain on his weather-beaten face. The necklace in his hand fell to the ground, breaking into beads.
The cries, shouts and sobs of people in fear echoed throughout the ancient village, and they howled in some primitive Indo-European language.

The boy just stood there calmly, watching his uncle dying of cardiac arrest.
His uncle opened his mouth in pain, but what came out was not a wail, but a cold whisper.

"The Dark Lord awaits you, Your Majesty," his uncle whispered before he died.

Zhou Yun stood aside and watched this scene silently, showing an interested expression.
It seems that the Emperor's uncle's killing of the Emperor's father is far more complicated than imagined. He actually knew the existence of the Dark Lord.

I think the Emperor at that time would be wary of the Dark Lord for the next 40,000 years after hearing this name, but he didn't expect that...
"I thought I would bring prosperity and order to mankind."

The young man spoke again:
".But I eventually became the Lord of Darkness, the destroyer of worlds."

"Who can understand what you are saying?"

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows and said:
"Or are you Krishna or Oppenheimer?"

The young man was speechless and just stared at Zhou Yun.

".What's your purpose in letting me watch this? I'm not interested in the BC family ethics drama. I'm more curious about whether you have ever sold ditches?"

As a traveler through the Warhammer universe, and considering some of the words that the winged figure in the white light had said before, Zhou Yun had no choice but to question the young man in front of him again and again. God knew what he was planning.

"Come back to Terra, our homeland."

The boy just whispered:
"I'll wait for you in the palace."

Zhou Yun covered his head and struggled to get up from the crystal floor of the Heart of Baal.
His head was slightly dizzy, and the scene he had just seen was still echoing in his mind.
Emperor, the figure of the young emperor suddenly appeared in his mind, as if giving him something, and then hoped that Zhou Yun would go to the Terra Palace
Zhou Yun frowned. Could it be that this yellow-skinned guy was setting a trap for him?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the winged figure in the white light at the corner of his eye.
It seemed that his strength had not yet recovered enough to penetrate the barrier between reality and the subspace, and Zhou Yun still could not hear what he was saying.

In any case, Zhou Yun could only consider going to Terra after he was resurrected. No one knew what the Emperor was planning, and it was hard to say whether the Emperor was still sane.

The emperor that Zhou Yun saw in his hallucination just now was somewhat stupid.
Suddenly, Zhou Yun noticed something new in his four-dimensional pocket.
He looked closely and saw a shadowy figure curled up in the four-dimensional pocket, seemingly real and unreal.
"Parenting Program: Child Behavior Correction Re-education Progress: 88%" "No Additive Parenting Materials"

The figure was sturdy, wearing an orange and yellow striped top and brown pants. Did he look like Fat Tiger?

Moreover, Zhou Yun vaguely felt a breath of Kabanha from the figure that looked like Fat Tiger, as if
It was like the four-dimensional pocket had used Kabanha to reshape a new demon. It belonged to Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun's eyes looked a little strange. Could it be that, as Mephiston and the winged figure in the white light said, he was essentially a god of the warp? Otherwise, how could there be even a great demon?

Zhou Yun couldn't help but focus on the "Fat Tiger" in his pocket. Suddenly, Zhou Yun felt that his consciousness overlapped with his, as if he was essentially an extension of Zhou Yun's soul and consciousness, and a part of his existence. Then Zhou Yun felt the impulse surging from this body composed of subspace power.

The wrathful impulse, from Kabanha, from the realm of the blood god,

Simple justice, from the Emperor, from the part that the Emperor threw at Zhou Yun,

The greed of plunder comes from Zhou Yun, from the realm of greedy dissolution,

But now he is still a little short of being born, lacking a song.
Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly. Does that mean Zhou Yun should catch another Slaanesh demon and stuff it in?
Fat Tiger is composed of Khorne as the base, with the Emperor, Greedy Dissolution and Slaanesh added in?

Has my cheat code evolved? Can it produce a big demon?

Or has his own subspace essence been further awakened as the winged figure in the white light said? Or is it that even Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket, the golden finger itself, is actually the manifestation of the subspace essence?

Zhou Yun frowned. No matter how he thought about it, the four-dimensional pocket didn't seem to be a creation of this universe. But Zhou Yun's golden finger could interact with the subspace. He felt vaguely that it was a bit strange.

But he was not an expert in the Warp, so he could only suppress his doubts temporarily and planned to ask the resurrected Sanguinius later.

Zhou Yun nodded to Mephiston who was standing beside him, took out the Anywhere Door from his four-dimensional pocket, and whispered to it:
"Angel Castle."

Seth stood on the high tower of Angel Castle, looking at the scene in front of him with a serious expression.
More than a dozen Flesh Tearers that he had carefully selected stood beside him.
The violet void shield was roaring and running, and layers of light covered the outside of the Angel Castle, like a bubble of light.
Outside the bubbles, a thick silver-grey fog rose from the moat, like the vapor of thirsty water.
Seth remembered a guess that Flesh Tearers' chief think tank Skaban had once told him: The Water of Thirst is essentially a nanomachine from the Dark Age of Technology, which, after losing control, only had the instinct to absorb water and replicate itself.

Now, these ancient nanomachines seemed to be awakened, hovering above the Hucheng River, turning into a silver-gray storm.
A slight tremor sounded, as if the nanomachines were humming and roaring for the first time in ten thousand years.
The silver-grey storm began to move, spreading like fog to all directions of the moat, like a dark cloud falling from the sky and pressing down on the city.

Sizzle!!!!

A crackling sound was heard in the air, and a silver-grey storm howled and swallowed up the insect swarm. The Tyranid creatures that came into contact with the mist quickly became dehydrated, their bodies shrunken and fell into the sand.

In an instant, the entire Angel Castle was engulfed by the silver-grey storm, and the roars of Tyranid creatures continued to come from the storm.

No matter how terrifying the beast is, it will turn into a mummy the moment it touches the silver-grey storm, and the silver-grey storm continues to expand by grabbing moisture.

For a moment, from Seth's perspective, the entire Angel Castle seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silver-gray clouds.
Ten minutes later, the silver-grey storms suddenly stopped in mid-air and instantly turned into countless raindrops that fell down, settling into thirsty water again, sprinkling the entire desert outside the Angel Castle, leaving behind silver pools of water and countless shriveled insect corpses.

The machine that had been dormant for tens of thousands of years suddenly resumed its function for a short time. Seth looked at this scene and couldn't help but frowned slightly.
He remembered the mission Dante had given him.
"Is it the help of Saint Doraemon?" Seth frowned even more deeply: "Could it really be a dark god from the Warp? How could its power be so terrifying?"

Seth couldn't help but tighten his grip on the chainsaw sword in his hand.
He calculated the time and nodded to the dozen or so Flesh Tearers behind him.
They followed Seth to the bottom of the tower, deep inside the Angel Castle.

A red and pink wooden door appeared in the original place
The wooden door slowly opened, and Zhou Yun and Mephiston walked out, followed by several think tanks who still had some strength left.

"Seth?" Zhou Yun smiled. "So Dante wants you to follow us?"

(End of this chapter)