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

Chapter 385 Emperor: Your pocket could lead to the nd century?
“It doesn’t have to be so exciting.”

The Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, the Liar, the Thief, the Mummy, Neos, the Hook Seller, the Origin of Oedipus, and a brown-haired boy with other titles for ten thousand years sat next to Zhou Yun, clutching his heart tightly, his face twitching uncontrollably.

He was just stimulated by Zhou Yun's question "Is all this really worth it?" He became more alert and expressed his sincere gratitude to Zhou Yun in all the languages ​​he had learned throughout his life.

Zhou Yun sighed that he was really a miracle doctor.

In fact, looking at the expression of the brown-haired boy in front of him, Zhou Yun still felt a little guilty in his heart.

But it was only a little bit, and it disappeared after satisfying Zhou Yun's fantasy that he still had a conscience.

"Do you need me to call Guilliman and Sanguinius to come in together?" Zhou Yun sat on a big rock by the river and asked the brown-haired boy beside him.

The scenes in front of Zhou Yun are essentially the product of "dialogue", a higher level of communication.

As long as Sanguinius and Guilliman are fed with translation konjac, they can be drawn into the exchange.
After all, they all used Siegfried's potion, and theoretically they could withstand the impact of the Emperor's current power that was full of self-destructive desires.

The brown-haired boy, who was more lively and human than before, moved his cheeks slightly.
He casually picked up a stone from the muddy river bank and threw it into the bronze river in front of him.

The stone created a few ripples on the water surface and then sank quietly to the bottom of the water.

"I owe Sanguinius a great debt."

"He was a perfect child, a perfect general, a perfect angel."

"And I am a failed father, a failed monarch, and I am not a god."

The brown-haired boy said slowly:

"I am so ashamed to see him again. Please forgive me."

"Then, please apologize to him for me, a bad father's apology to his son."

".What about Guilliman?" Zhou Yun asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Who?" The brown-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then remembered the meaning of the name: "Oh, Screwdriver, not ambitious, Thirteen"

"Yes, Thirteen, Robert Guilliman."

"."Death silence enveloped Zhou Yun and the brown-haired boy.

"He is my extraordinary son. I love him as much as I love my other sons." The brown-haired boy said after a long silence.

Zhou Yun looked at the brown-haired boy with an extremely tense look.

He knew that the relationship between Guilliman and the Emperor was actually very thin, and naturally there was no real father-son relationship.
The relationship between Guilliman and the Emperor is not so much a collaboration between father and son like Horus and the Emperor, but rather a collaboration achieved purely for objective interests.
But is this too exaggerated?

He just forgot Guilliman's name, didn't he?
".No, it's not that I don't care about Thirteen."

The brown-haired boy gently stretched out his hands and stared at his body:
"Even the me before you is not exactly the same emperor as I was ten thousand years ago."

"I am broken, and I am constantly struck by the thirst for self-destruction of billions of human beings, who are begging me every moment, 'Your Majesty, stand up, and let's destroy this bastard world once and for all.'"

"Under the influence of this emotion, I had to use other people's impressions of me to glue myself together, which caused me to be greatly distorted."

"The reason why I chose this form to meet you is because not many people have seen me in this form, so it will be less affected by other people's impressions of me."

"I am closer to the original emperor than the emperor in the eyes of others."

The brown-haired boy sighed slightly, put his hands back on his knees, and continued:
"After I threw a small part of the authority to you, it did ease a little bit."

"But my existence is still fragmented, and so are my memories. My memories of many people depend largely on the impression that humans have of them as a whole."

"Humanity generally has a unified impression of Sanguinius, so I can recall the memories related to him relatively well."

"And Guilliman is ambitious, a traitor, a bastard, a bureaucrat, a workaholic, a son, an oppressor, and terribly rational. It's too much, and my memory of him has been affected."

Zhou Yun looked at the brown-haired boy, and there was another dead silence between the two of them.

“And the possibility of Guilliman’s rebellion is not zero,” the brown-haired boy whispered.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I almost thought you were a good father just now." Zhou Yun couldn't help but say. "It's okay, Saint Doraemon, for a moment, I also mistakenly thought that you had a bottom line." The brown-haired boy responded without changing his expression.

Zhou Yun twisted his neck and looked at the brown-haired boy: "You have too much humanity."

"Thanks for the good stimulation." The brown-haired boy smiled and nodded.

"The yellow skin who failed in parenting."

"A blue civet cat that is born evil."

The two of them just stared at each other.

".Ah." A rather helpless sigh came from the surface of the river, vague and unreal, as if it came from the body of the silver-haired boy on the wooden boat.

".Let's talk about your four-dimensional pocket first."

The brown-haired boy turned his head slightly, looked at the river surface with blue ripples and said:
"What exactly is it? A subspace phenomenon? Where do those items come from?"

"Sure enough, you don't know either." Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Should I know?" The brown-haired boy frowned.

"For a while, I suspected that you were the one who recruited me to this galaxy." Zhou Yun said with a slight sigh.

When he first traveled to this world, Zhou Yun would greet the Emperor's sacred god every thirteen minutes.

"It's not me. You know, if it were me, I wouldn't just recruit one person."

The brown-haired boy said as a matter of course:
"You don't know the origin of this four-dimensional pocket? You don't know where the things you sold went? Where does the pocket lead to?"

The brown-haired boy's tone was a little disappointed.
"The 22nd century." Zhou Yun muttered to himself as he thought.

"Hmm?" The brown-haired boy raised his eyelids suddenly.

Zhou Yun thought of the dead elves, the scene that Xi Gaoqi said he saw, and the props in his pocket.
At least in terms of origin, the four-dimensional pocket does show that those props came from a future department store and were produced in the 22nd century.

"My four-dimensional pocket seems to really lead to the 22nd century." Zhou Yun muttered to himself.

".What did you say?" The brown-haired boy raised his voice slightly.

"I said that my pocket really seems to lead to the 22nd century." Zhou Yun said with a little hesitation.

"You mean, your pocket may lead to the 800nd century where time machines are created, lies are , telephone booths are built, multi-time and space surveillance can be carried out, timelines can be corrected, and creating the universe is an elementary school homework?" The brown-haired boy's voice rose a little.

"I mean it's possible, just a possibility, not certain——"

Bang! !

The sound of knees hitting the muddy ground suddenly rang out.

The brown-haired boy knelt on one knee on the ground and reached out to grab the edge of Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.

Zhou Yun was startled and quickly dodged, but the brown-haired boy held on to the four-dimensional pocket tightly.

"Holy Doraemon, I just spoke too loudly."

The brown-haired boy grabbed the edge of the four-dimensional pocket and shouted ferociously:
"Ahahahahaha, so you are a noble person from the 22nd century. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was thinking you were a product of the subspace!"

"Brother! Brother, don't hide!"

"Since we are all human, let the 22nd Century help our brothers!"

"Where's the Space-Time Patrol! Space-Time Patrol, please save us!!!"

"If all else fails, you can just tell me you're going to lie for 800!!!"

(End of this chapter)