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

Chapter 346: Please remember to write your address when you pray to God
The Sisters of Battle's power armor is painted metallic blue?
There are six major orders of the sisterhood, and these orders are painted in silver, black, or red, but never metallic blue.
Does this mean that there have been some concerning changes within the Sisters of Battle? Is it related to the Saint Girl mentioned in the intelligence?
But Tyrian had no time to think about it. He could not neglect Ms. Morwen Val, the Grand Sister of the Battle Sisters.
The Grand Sister of Battle is one of the most honorable positions in the entire empire. She even has the opportunity to become a member of the High Lord. Even if she is not a High Lord, her power is greater than that of Tyrian.
After all, Tyrian's power only comes from the rights granted by the Imperial Law. Without the Imperial Law, a hive thug can kill Tyrian.

But Madam Morwen Val is different. Her power comes from herself, from the model power armor "Purifying Armor", from the battle sisters who follow her. Of course, it also comes from her burning faith and the blessing of the Emperor.
Although this lady, Morwen Val, was young and had been in office for less than a year, Tyrian had already heard many miracles she had brought.
She was a lady blessed by the Emperor, no doubt about it.

But this lady has a straightforward personality and often stays on the front lines. She rarely returns to Terra to get involved in politics. Why did she come to see me?
Tirian felt strange, but he still straightened his clothes, walked out of his dark room, crossed the gilded threshold and came to the reception room that he had spent eighty years to build.
He saw the metallic blue power armor that Jackie mentioned, and put it on the body of Sister Magda.
The Grand Sister of the Holy Rose returned from the planet Lysio in the Hades System, and then entered the Prophet's Monastery, the headquarters of the Sisters on Terra, to practice seclusion, claiming that she would gain the Emperor's instructions there. But Jackie's spies helped Tyrian obtain some different news.

Sister Magda brought back a girl covered in burns from the underworld.

No one knew where the girl came from or what her identity was, not even the Pope of the state religion knew.

But Tyrian knew that Sister Magda claimed that it was the Holy Maiden, and the Emperor's will had descended upon the girl.
This intelligence certainly did not come from Jackie's spies, as Jackie's spies could not enter the church of the Battle Sisters anyway.
This was known through the cooperation between Tyrion and the Custodes. The Custodes seemed to have intentionally revealed this information to him, but the Custodes themselves did not take any action on this. Could it be that in the eyes of the Custodes, the girl was really possessed by the Emperor's will?
However, compared to the unbelievable rumors in the star language, a girl who was possessed by the Emperor's will did not seem so unbelievable.

Tirian looked at Sister Magda, who was guarding the door of the reception room.
Does the fact that Ms. Morwen Val brought her along mean that the sisterhood also believes in the existence of the Holy Girl, and have the Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Battle reached some consensus in private?

"Sister Magda." Tyrian nodded slightly to Magda. "Is this the new power armor? It has a very unique color."

"This is a gesture of faith." Magda simply stepped aside and motioned for Tirian to go in.

Tirian gave a subtle bitter smile. This was clearly his reception room, but why did he seem like an outsider?

He pushed the door open and walked into the reception room, only to see Morwen Val sitting in front of a sandstone fireplace with flames burning.

This fireplace is a relic of the former French Alliance. Tirrion was once keen to protect these ancient relics to declare to those in the galaxy and beneath the veil of reality: Humanity is not all darkness, corruption and war, but also light, history and culture.

But in the days since the Astronomican was extinguished, Tyrian has forgotten this old hobby.

Morwen Val didn't look very old. Her hair was a mixture of black and silver, and the fire in the fireplace made it look orange. Her eyes also reflected the light of the fire.
No, it was not the fire that was reflected in her eyes, but the spirit in her eyes was really burning fiercely.

It had been a long time since Tyrian had seen such eyes. Not since the day of the Great Rift, not since the day of the Astronomican, had he seen a man with fire in his eyes.

Just like the Astronomican no longer guides mankind. Tyrian remembered Leop Frank, the chief steward of the Astronomican Court. He was one of the high lords and had always had conflicts with Tyrian in political views.

But he was already dead. After the fall of Cadia, he tried to relight the Torch, but all his attempts ended up bringing disaster and ultimately killing himself.

The Astronomican is the realm of the gods, not something that mortals can touch, Tirian thought with some sadness.

Perhaps it is true as those chaotic astronomical languages ​​say, that only the return of a Primarch can reignite the Astronomican and bring hope to mankind.

"When the sun goes out, mortals remember how much they need fire."

Tirian had just sat down and had not yet spoken when Morwen Val spoke before Tirian.

"Are you talking about the Astronomican?" Tirian asked after a slight pause.

"The Astronomican, Faith, the Emperor, and Hope."

Morwen Val looked up at Tyrian and said:

"These are all included. They are what mortals rely on to survive."

Even when her eyes left the fire, it was still burning fiercely, blazing and dazzling.
"With the Astronomican extinguished, I can only rely on my faith in the Emperor to fight across the galaxy."

"When I returned to Terra, I was horrified to find that my sisters had begun to worship someone else."

"I was so angry that I rushed to the holy girl, but the moment I saw her, I knew that she really had a divine presence."

"In addition to faith and the Emperor, another flame has been ignited and is about to burn towards Terra."

"Mr. Prime Minister, are you ready to welcome the arrival of hope?"

Hope? Is there anything to call hope in these dark times?

Unless... Unless a Primarch really returns.
Tyrian's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly thought of the Primarchs, the rumors about the Primarchs' return in recent communications, the prophecies echoing on the streets of Terra, and her little fantasies from her childhood.

"Could it be?" he asked with a glimmer of hope.

Hope, hope suddenly arose in his heart.
When he thought of that possibility, the possibility of the return of the Primarch, the bloody war cries, the lewd moans, the sharp bird calls, the decaying flies, the hallucinations that surrounded his ears seemed to weaken.
Well, it seems that not all of them have weakened.
"Every day is the same, except for the occasional sudden inspiration."

"As long as there is Doraemon, the fantasy will be extended indefinitely, and the happy time will be shared with me."

"When you are sad, it will be by your side. You can take out its magic pocket and forget your troubles."

"Go to distant places to find the legendary treasure. Look at my portal."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Doraemon, let's let our dreams shine together." The song, the song praising the new evil god Doraemon seemed to get a little louder.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as the Primarch returns to Terra, everything will be fine!
Tirian's old, swollen hands couldn't help but tremble.
"That's right!" Morwen Val's tone suddenly became excited: "The Saint Girl has conveyed the Emperor's prophecy to us!"

"He is here! The hope of mankind! The hope that comes from the ancient times!"

"The Great Saint Doraemon will descend upon the Moon! He will return with His Living Saints Guilliman and Sanguinius!"

"Praise Holy Doraemon! Praise Holy Doraemon!"

".ah?"

"Huh? Huh? Huh?"

Faced with the heretical words of the head sister, even Tyrian, who had experienced hundreds of years of political turmoil, could not help but feel his heart twitch. The fatigue of the years and the mental trauma in these days all rushed into his heart and blocked his aorta.

Tyrian's eyes went dark.
"Hey? Prime Minister? Prime Minister, are you okay?"

"Rejuvenator! Where's the Rejuvenator?! The Prime Minister seems to have died of old age!"

Zhou Yun couldn't help but pick his ears.

Lately he has been hearing voices praying, pleading, asking for help, and praising him.
It seemed that the more emotional the voice was, the clearer he could hear it.
For example, when Ultramar had not yet been completely recovered, the Astra Militarum and residents of different planets asked him for help in the most critical moments.
When Zhou Yun heard this, he would go and fish it out. As a result, the Star Army soldiers and residents who were fished out would start to praise him loudly. This would happen over and over again, and it seemed that the voices in his ears were getting more and more.

But the voice this time was different. The accent didn't sound like someone from Ultramar. The voice was also fragmented and seemed to be speaking High Gothic. Zhou Yun couldn't quite understand it.
"Your believer Morwen sends you this."

""Bless the faithful Prime Minister Tirrion.""

""Let him survive the disease and aging.""

What the hell is this? Zhou Yun rubbed his brows and listened to the prayers in his ears.

At the same time, Zhou Yun was sure that this was definitely not the prayer of his own Saint Doraemon sect.

He clearly wrote in the doctrine that prayers must at least include the name of the planet and, if possible, the specific location. Otherwise, the Eucharist Dorayaki quota will be revoked at the next ceremony.

In this way, Zhou Yun can use the Anywhere Door and the Finder Cane to quickly find the location of the person praying, and then respond to the prayer.
In addition, the obscure High Gothic language is not allowed to be used, and all low gothic languages ​​​​of Ultramar or Hades must be used.

"Praying without reciting the address, what's the difference between this and not letting Guilliman work overtime after meeting him?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but mutter.

Hearing this, Guilliman, who was writing a plan with an auxiliary tool, looked up tiredly.

"This is the 13285th copy I have written, numbered ."

Guilliman handed the plan to Zhou Yun, but did not waste time explaining the specific contents of the plan to Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun didn't waste time asking, he just took it and quickly placed it in front of the right and wrong divination machine.

"The plan numbered 13285 just prepared by Guilliman will be the plan that best suits our needs."

Then Zhou Yun used a series of words to explain each word to prevent loopholes in his speech.

The cross flew into the air, indicating that the statement was wrong and that document number 13221 was not the plan that best met their needs.

Guilliman couldn't help but sigh, then lowered his head and continued to work.

"Try the one hundred and thirty-second one I have, numbered 09132." Sanguinius also handed Zhou Yun a plan.

Zhou Yun nodded and took it, repeating the process again, and the result was still a cross.

"The number 09 at the beginning of my number is unlucky." Sanguinius shook his head softly and said, "It's not appropriate in numerology!"

"Then according to what you said, the one I'm writing now must be the most perfect plan."

As Guilliman wrote, he said in a tired voice:
"This is the 13286th copy, numbered 286. is the product of thirteen and twenty-two, which is very consistent with numerology."

After a while, Guilliman finished writing the plan and handed it to Zhou Yun.
".Should we build a statue of Mortarion in our office?"

Guilliman said as he looked at the red circle floating in the air, indicating that this plan was the most perfect plan.

(End of this chapter)