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

Chapter 380 He Still Says He Is Not God?
Blood is flowing everywhere on the Eternal Wall,
Those blasphemous thugs who once lurked in the darkness were like the light-fearing insects that emerged from the soil when the clouds covered the sun.
They poured out from the tiniest cracks in the hive, from all sides of the fallen planet,

The churches that once served the God-Emperor were desecrated with blood, and the corpses of nobles, overseers, workers, and mutants were piled in them. The bones that were once worshiped as holy objects released bloody flames, which gushed out from the churches with spires on the hives, eventually setting the entire hive on fire.

Not one nest was set on fire, but every nest was set on fire,

Standing on the towering Wall of Eternity, Reina could see blood-red mist rising from the towers of the distant hive cities, like candles placed on a scarlet altar in sacrifice to the Blood God, dyeing the entire sky blood-red.
Lightning was constantly falling from those bloody clouds, lashing out at the home planet of the human empire like a vicious brass whip.

"God Emperor and Saint Doraemon, this is a blasphemous scene."

Reina couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Mortals are always emotionally unstable, psykers and fanatics even more so."

The shield captain Valerian, who was standing next to Reina, asked with some curiosity:
"You are a mortal, a psyker, and a fanatic, yet you are surprisingly calm in the face of this scene."

Valyrian was chosen to be a guard of the royal guards since the day he was born, and he spent almost his entire life in the palace.
But he had also seen fanatics, psychics, and even mortals in the palace. He understood that these people's minds were imperfect and full of flaws, and could not match the well-trained minds of the Imperial Guards.
But Reina, a person who combines the three identities of a fanatic, an Alpha-level psychic and a mortal, when faced with these blasphemous scenes filled with the breath of the warp, actually only sighed verbally that it was blasphemous.

"I'm used to it." Reina said in a somewhat strange tone: "Some of Zhou Yun's words are even more blasphemous than the scene before us."

Valerian tilted his corn-like head slightly, as if asking what Lena Zhou Yun had said.

Reina thought for a while, and tried her best to find a joke that was not so blasphemous and would not anger the imperial guards from the blasphemous jokes Zhou Yun had told.

"Zhou Yun declared that he had no faith and that he believed with all his heart"

Reina thought for a moment, then imitated Zhou Yun's previous tone and said:
"I believe wholeheartedly in the following truths: there are no ghosts, no supernatural phenomena, and no magic or witchcraft among the stars. Everything can be explained by scientific means. Human beings can overcome everything with the light of reason. Nothing should be worshipped. The rational galaxy needs to completely eliminate the backward concept of religion."

"Isn't it funny? I really don't understand how he can call this lie that even the children in the hive wouldn't believe the truth."

"He can make up such a lie. He should be considered one of the biggest liars in the galaxy."

"." Valerian responded with deathly silence.

Lena looked at Valyrian blankly as he suddenly clenched the power spear in his hand. The golden power armor all over his body hummed as his body trembled. The helmet that looked a bit like a corn turned around and stared at Lena, then turned back stiffly.

"It's really funny." Valerian said to Lena word by word in a very stiff and stuttering manner.

Reina blinked in confusion. She could feel that the imperial guard seemed to want to say something, but didn't know how to start.

".I'm going to kill some fallen mortals." Valyrian suddenly said, and then rushed to the edge of the city wall without looking back.

Reina was even more confused.
Didn't Lord Valerian emphasize that his duties were to monitor and evaluate? Why was he directly involved in the battle now?

But Reina didn't have time to think about the details.
The Eternal Wall stretches across the center of the Eurasian continent, and is extremely wide.

And those fallen ones seemed to be endless, pouring in from all directions of the palace.

Reina felt like she was fighting against everything in Terra except the Imperial Palace.
Lucifer Black Guards, the Hundred Elders, Cadia 184th and other Star Corps had to be dispersed in every corner of the city wall.
The Ultramarines and Blood Angels who came from Macragge were also scattered across the battlefield, guarding different sections.

Reina can only rely on herself to deal with the situation that year.
Her eyes fell on the priest who was shouting blasphemous words.
Apparently, in the section where Reina was stationed, the corrupted Anglican priest was the core of the thugs.
The fallen priest was obviously protected by the power of the Blood God. Neither the Titans nor the city defense artillery fire could hurt him at all.

But the Blood God will never refuse a brutal and bloody battle. Only close combat, only raw and bloody fighting can kill him.

Hot psychic sparks burst out from Reina's body, and her figure disappeared on the city wall almost in an instant.

The grand staircase continued to extend under Zhou Yun's feet, all the way to the holy temple that was emitting brilliant golden light.

If there is still a place on Terra that has not been infected by war, blood, and blasphemy, and a place where the sun still shines, it is the throne room in front of Zhou Yun.
The huge stained glass windows were bathed in sunlight, casting seven colors of light on the black marble corridor beside Zhou Yun, illuminating the exquisite carvings.
The most peculiar thing was that the sunlight did not seem to come from the sky, but from the depths of the throne room. Zhou Yun glanced at the carvings around him, which were full of records of the past.
From the darkness of the Old Night to the glory of the Great Crusade, from the wrath of the Great Heresy to the sorrow of the Fall of the Emperor, the epic of hope and despair, sacrifice and redemption, fall and greatness ten thousand years ago is engraved on it.

Zhou Yun's eyes stayed on the carving of Sanguinius guarding the Eternal Gate. The traces of time had faded the carving a little, but it still couldn't reduce the impact it brought to people.
The carving shows Sanguinius, shirtless, wrestling with an Emperor-class Titan.
Sanguinius did defeat an Emperor-class Titan, but his method was to fly into the Titan's command room and behead all the pilots, rather than engaging in close combat with the Emperor-class Titan as shown in the carving.

This carving is somewhat abstract.

“Facts become stories, stories become legends, and legends become epics.”

Sanguinius spoke softly:
"In this process, the original facts will be constantly exaggerated and distorted, becoming something completely different from the original."

"If there is one thing that is most exaggerated, it is this." Robert Guilliman heard the conversation between Zhou Yun and Sanguinius, and looked up at the magnificent gate in front of him.
This huge door forged from pure gold stands like a metal mountain at the end of the steps to heaven, inlaid between intricate marble carvings and Roman columns, glittering with golden light and dazzling.

On both sides of it stood two Warhound-class Titan guards, but even the Mechanicus's divine machine seemed very small in front of this huge door, not even one-tenth of its height, and the Imperial Guards standing under the giant door looked as small as ants.

The Eternity Gate, the last door between the Emperor's throne room, was gleaming in the bright lights.

On the golden door stood the majestic figure of the Emperor.
He wore a laurel wreath on his head, and a dazzling golden power armor. He held a giant shield of a sky eagle in one hand and a power spear in the other. A red and white battle flag fluttered beside him, and on the flag was a depiction of a sky eagle catching lightning.
Under the Emperor, a terrifying, metallic dragon coiled and entangled among the stars, roaring and spitting out vicious flames.
The Emperor's spear pierced heavily under the dragon's left wing, piercing through its body that flowed like mercury.

"I once told my father and Malcador that this carving on the Eternity's Gate is too religious and full of mythology."

Guilliman sighed softly and said:
"But the Emperor and Malcador simply smiled at each other and shrugged their shoulders."

Zhou Yun and Sanguinius also looked at each other, and then couldn't help but shrugged their shoulders.

"It's not a myth." Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment and spoke to Guilliman.

"Hmm?" Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun a little confused.

"But the carving on the door is indeed not true."

Zhou Yun said with a somewhat weird tone:

"The Emperor rode a jet-black horse, wore iron armor, and held the best lance of the Middle Ages."

"What is his enemy? A Nile crocodile? A giant beast? Or a great demon?" Guilliman asked with a slightly raised brow.

"It is the Dragon of Mars. It is generally believed that He is the pinnacle of the material universe and a fragment of the legendary greatest and most terrifying Star God, the Void Dragon Mag Ladros."

"A transcendent energy being that can twist, reshape, and erase the laws of physics with just the movement of its fingers, feeding on stars."

"."

Guilliman couldn't help but look up at the Eternal Gate in front of him, and at the Emperor who had stabbed the dragon's left wing with a spear:

"You mean to say that the Emperor defeated a C'tan Shard with only a medieval lance?"

"Yes, the Emperor stabbed His weak spot with a medieval lance, tied it up with a flag, and rode a horse to seal Him on Mars." Zhou Yun said faintly: "But He said He is not a god."

"He also said that he is not a god." Sanguinius also said quietly: "Then this must be the power of my father."

Guilliman froze in place as if struck by lightning, and his expression became extremely strange.

(End of this chapter)