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

Chapter 319 You know, human is a broad definition, so undead.
Zhou Yun directly repeated to Guilliman what Xi Gaoqi had said to him before.
The whole room was silent. The nearby servants hid in the corner of the room in fear, covering their ears and not daring to listen any further.
Qianmian and Evelyne looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Are we human? Are we human? The monkey is me?

Mephiston and Diglis were confused. They wanted to use their knowledge to refute Zhou Yun's argument, but when they opened their mouths, they couldn't say anything.

Guilliman's eyes moved from the human skull to the Eldar skull, as if he was carefully distinguishing them.

The only difference is that the human skull is made of calcium, while the Eldar skull is made of some kind of translucent material that is like solidified liquid.

He took a deep breath, pointed at the Eldar skull and looked at Zhou Yun:

"If you follow this logic, then if the Necrons cast their metal heads into the shape of human skulls, they are also considered human beings!"

"It's not impossible." Zhou Yun thought for a few seconds and nodded to Guilliman.

Since the Eldar have been accepted as a subspecies of humans, then the Undead may also be accepted.

Although many of the undead have gone insane due to the long period of torture, there are also many undead who are still in good condition.

The Empire and the Necromancers have cooperated no less frequently than the Empire and the Eldar.

"Your definition of human is too broad." Guilliman felt a headache.

"That's not my definition." Zhou Yun waved his hand: "The Emperor said it's based on the skull."

"If you do not press the skull, then I propose that the Fenris Wolves be admitted as citizens of the Empire. I guarantee that their ancestors are all human."

Guilliman's expression suddenly became a little horrified.
Fenris Wolves are descendants of humans? Zhou Yun seemed to say something horrible casually.

He rubbed his brows. Guilliman had felt that judging humans by their skulls was too one-size-fits-all as early as the Great Crusade.

However, this was the most appropriate approach for the Empire at the time, so Guilliman did not object.
Unexpectedly, after ten thousand years, it turned into a boomerang and hit his head again.

Guilliman actually had no objection to making the Eldar a subspecies of Human.
Humans are spread all over the galaxy, and their bloodlines are diverse. There is even racial segregation among many subhumans, so it is not a big deal to add the Eldar.

But this is not a racial issue, it's a political issue.
Guilliman could already imagine how some people would use this issue to launch an attack.

In Ultramar and Macragge, Guilliman still has the final say.

But throughout the Empire, on Terra, many people do not welcome the return of the Primarch, let alone his involvement in politics.
This problem is also a remnant of the Great Crusade. Long before the Horus Heresy, the Imperium had consciously excluded the Astartes and Primarchs from the ruling system. After the Horus Heresy, the Imperium became even more suspicious of the Primarchs and the Astartes. Guilliman even personally dismantled the Astartes and separated them from the ruling system.

Ten thousand years later, these things have accumulated into a stubborn stone that even the Primarch cannot solve.

Coupled with what Zhou Yun said about the Eldar becoming human sub-humans, Guilliman thought that the political pressure of this matter was too great.

Zhou Yun silently reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket, took out a notebook written on papyrus and handed it to Guilliman's desk.

"This is the Emperor's note, which clearly records the relationship between humans and the Eldar."

"The Emperor believed that both humans and the Eldar were species native to Terra, and gained wisdom and civilization after being elevated by the Old Ones."

"This would also explain the Eldar's completely unknown origins."

Guilliman was stunned when he saw the notebook. He compared the handwriting with the Emperor's handwriting in his memory and found that it seemed to be written by the Emperor himself.
He just always felt a little weird.
Guilliman waved his hand, signaling Digris to come closer.
Digris was surrounded by a thick shadow, and he walked step by step to Guilliman. The psychic power on his body was so obvious that it was frightening.
Everyone present, even the Chapter servants who had never shown any psychic talent, seemed to have heard faint whispers beneath the veil of reality.
Guilliman rubbed his ears gently.

"You look tired. I know the work is heavy, but I trust only you in the job you are responsible for."

Guilliman patted Diglis on the shoulder:

"Now is a critical moment. I am just as busy as you. I was even hallucinating because of my busyness just now. Come, help me identify this note."

Diglis V held the papyrus in his hand and glanced at Mephiston blankly, as if asking Mephiston why the trick he taught didn't work.
Mephiston shrugged helplessly.

Digris thought about it and wondered if the psychic energy he emitted was not strong enough?
But if it was any stronger, it would be like losing control, and the Primarch's defensive instinct would chop off his head.
Diglis calmed down and observed the papyrus in his hand.

He frowned,

"This does look like the Emperor's handwriting from the past, but there is no trace of the Emperor's psychic power on it. It's very strange."

Digris's expression was as if he had seen a piece of exquisite porcelain from the ancient Tyrannosaurus Kingdom. No matter how it was identified, it was undoubtedly authentic, but the back of the porcelain was engraved with "Specially for heating corpse starch".
The texture of the papyrus, the ink used, and the traces of the brushstrokes all reminded Diglis that this was a true imperial notebook.

However, the Emperor's psychic power is so immense that the objects he has used often leave traces of his psychic power, but this papyrus notebook does not have any of those.

Digris and Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun at the same time.
Zhou Yun took the book from Digris without hesitation, and then pulled out the Emperor's Sword from Guilliman's hand.

He held the Emperor's Sword, brought the unlit blade close to the papyrus, and then held his breath.
A golden glimmer burst out, and the papyrus was then stained with the psychic power of the Emperor.

"Okay." Zhou Yun returned the Emperor's Sword to Guilliman and handed him the papyrus book.

Guilliman's expression twitched as he looked at the papyrus book in his hand. "This was forged by Xi Gaoqi temporarily. His forgery skills are definitely good enough to be awarded the title of God of the National Treasure Gang. It's just that he can't forge the traces of the Emperor's psychic energy."

Zhou Yun said with a smile:

"But it's okay, I've made up for it now."

Guilliman looked at the brand new Emperor's Notes in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
Although it is fake, it can deceive most people and shut up many people.

Thinking of this, Guilliman handed the book to Digris and asked him to put it in the Ptolemy Library for safekeeping.

"My lord, there are already too many fakes in the Ptolemy Library." Digris couldn't help but say to Guilliman.

Recently he has produced a lot of fake historical documents to fill in the history of the Second Empire.
Digris really didn't want to stay in the library. He longed to go to the front line of the battlefield and use his psychic power to blow up those damn human enemies one by one!

That's where he, as the director of a think tank, should be!
Guilliman's expression froze as he listened to Digris' words.
Noticing the change in the Primarch's expression, Digris immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and closed his mouth.

Zhou Yun looked at Digris's tired face and couldn't help but reach out and pat him on the shoulder: "I will find two clowns for you in a few days. You can share your experience in forgery and forgery with each other, and strive to make the Ptolemy Library surpass the Black Library in the production of pseudo-history."

Diglis opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

Guilliman looked at this scene and exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said softly: "The fact that the Eldar are human subhumans is too shocking."

"I can't announce it in Ultramar. Let's move forward with this matter once we return to Terra."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.
If this matter is announced in Ultramar, it is conceivable what the high lords will do.
It's not that the High Lords of Terra wouldn't object if we returned.
But in Ultramar you can only find ways to eliminate opposition, but in Terra you can directly eliminate opponents.

"yawn------"

At this moment, a yawn suddenly sounded.

All of a sudden, everyone in the command room looked at Reina.

Reina, who couldn't hold it back, felt a little embarrassed.
But everyone in the command room understood Reina.
It was already very late at night, and Reina's mortal component was higher than Zhou Yun's. She had also consumed a lot of energy tonight, so it was normal for her to feel sleepy.
"Why don't you go back and rest first?" Zhou Yun asked.

Reina wiped away the tears from her eyes due to yawning, rubbed her eyelids a few times and said, "I plan to go to the Saint Doraemon Sect to take another look."

"They are holding their first rally, and I am worried about conflict and division."

"Don't worry, there are always Astartes wearing blind spot stars monitoring there."

Zhou Yun shook his head and said:

"And after Kaul returned from the Black Library, he headed there."

Greylina had never been so excited before. She even felt as if her soul had been cleansed.
The leaders of the twenty-two temples held a meeting. Just as Greylina had worried, there were some disputes among the temples about the divinity of Saint Doraemon.

Some claim that Doraemon is so humble that only a true god would deny his divinity.
Some people think that this is a stopgap measure proposed by Doraemon to protect his believers and avoid the suppression of the state religion.

Some people think that Doraemon is not a god, but a noble saint, infinitely close to the existence of God.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the great sage Belisarius Cawl arrived at the scene and conveyed the true faith to them.

"The Emperor of Mankind also denied his own divinity. There must be reasons for this, but their great wisdom is unknown to us."

"Their divinity is objective. It does not change because of the humble views of us mortals, nor does it disappear because we worship or not worship them."

"Not praising Doraemon's divinity is to follow Doraemon's guidance."

"To praise Doraemon's divinity is simply out of one's own desires and cravings, which goes against Doraemon's guidance."

"Whatever the Lord says is what it is. Doraemon must have his reasons for doing this."

Those wise words made Greylina feel new and excited, and the confusion in her heart disappeared, and she felt a kind of spiritual comfort.
Praise Saint Doraemon. Greylina couldn't help but praise in her heart.

Just then, He heard sobbing.

The sound echoed among the marble buildings under the moonlight at night, and it seemed a little scary.
Grelina hesitated a little. She saw the person who was sobbing.

It was a man leaning against a marble column, wearing the uniform of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army.

Greylina hesitated for a moment, then shouted to the sobbing Ultramar auxiliary soldier from a distance of several meters: "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

The man leaning against the marble column slowly raised his head and looked at Greylina.

His tear glands were swollen and tears were pouring out like a fountain, along with swarms of tiny mites.

(End of this chapter)