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

Chapter 388 The Primitive is just a mortal Doraemon is not a god ( words long chapter)

Reina vented her limited psychic power on the battlefield.

At this moment, she felt as if she had stepped into the legendary demon arena deep in the Brass Fortress. Endless demons turned into a blood-red tide and pounced on Reina.
Bullets provided support behind her, lasers and explosives might be able to hurt them and temporarily stop them.

But to kill them, there is only the most primitive way: fists, blades and psychic hammers.

Reina is not good at fighting and does not like blades, but she has psychic abilities.
She roared the name of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon, and her powerful psychic energy tore the scarlet and twisted demons in half.
Although Reina had consumed more than 70% of her spiritual energy in order to deal with a bloodthirsty demon, the remaining 30% was enough to let these malicious beings from another dimension taste the wrath of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon.

Through the endless blood, Lena could vaguely see the Lion's Gate one kilometer away.
Under the sky that burned like blood, the gate still stood as before. Macro cannons and lasers continued to pour down from the top of the gate, tearing gullies in the devastated ground and splashing on the demon army, supporting the Cadia 184th Regiment and the Grey Knights who were retreating to the city gate.

Thanks to Saint Doraemon, Reina contacted Grand Master Voldus of the Third Brotherhood. He explained Reina's identity to the other Grey Knights and asked them to temporarily ignore Reina's psychic power, which was obviously untrained and unrestricted.
If not, in the eyes of the Grey Knights, Reina would be a bigger threat than the Great Demon.
After all, she was still an Alpha-class psychic. With the help of the portable pyramid and high-efficiency pills, she could further enhance her psychic power. If she lost control, she would turn into a twisted subspace door on the spot, allowing the demons to appear directly behind the Grey Knights.
Fortunately, Grand Master Voldus vouched for Reina, and during the retreat to Lion's Gate, Reina and the Cadian 184th Regiment also gained their trust in the battle, but...
"If you're a male, if you're the right age, we've got a great brother."

"It's a pity. You are a woman and too old. It's really a pity."

The Grey Knight Inquisitor Arkun swung the hammer in his hand, smashing the skull of a Khorne demon, then slightly raised the strange crusader helmet and stared at Reina, who was wielding psychic power wantonly but not worried about the erosion and corruption of the Warp.

"." Reina threw the two collapsed spires heavily at the demon army and responded to the Gray Knight with silence.

This wasn't the first time Reina had heard such words.
Mephiston said something similar, as did Digris, who both lamented that Reina could have been an excellent Astartes Librarian.
At first, Reina was a little proud, thinking it was a recognition.
But after hearing this sentence so many times, Reina has become a little numb.

No matter what her identity is, she will fight loyally for the Emperor and Saint Doraemon.
Ok? !

Reina noticed that the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed.
Suddenly there was the hum of tracks, followed by the sound of steel, gunfire, and boots treading on the muddy ground.

Blood-red clouds continued to descend, and foul-smelling grey water overflowed from the craters, forming dark pools of water with corpses floating in them.

These corpses were wearing rags of military uniforms that had been blown to pieces, helmets, and crude gas masks. They looked at Reina with their gray, dead faces.

"The Somme, the Somme, yes, yes, that is what they are called."

"Yes! Yes! They are all dead! They are all rotten!"

"The Germans, the British, and the French are all the same!"

"The Somme, the Somme, there was a great battle long ago."

"When people were young, when people put flowers in the barrels of guns, it was a horrible war."

"Tall tanks with gun barrels and terrifying machine guns, people screaming, killing each other day after day and night after night in front of black barbed wire."

"And ever since then, the swamp has been here, drowning out the anger, spreading, spreading, spreading."

The stench of rotting corpses rushed straight to Reina's nose, and the dead faces wailed loudly at her.

Barbed wire gathered into flesh and blood, tank tracks turned into buzzing chainsaws, machine guns roared and vented bullets, and mortars formed steel armor.
This is a massacre, a killing without honor and meaning,
The soldiers gained nothing from this war except killing and being killed.
That's why it's strong, the Somme, that's why it's strong,
On Terra, it was much more powerful than the bloodthirsty demon that Reina killed.

Because it was born out of one of the cruelest wars on Terra, one of the most meaningless slaughters committed by humanity itself.

It draws strength from the war and the ancient fears left on Terra.
Here, it shows its form,
Reina's remaining spiritual energy was sprinkled on the body of the Somme River, but its body covered with simple barbed wire was so strong that it didn't even move in front of Reina's spiritual energy.

Then the Somme spread its wings, which were made up of primitive and crude machine guns, and fired countless bullets at Reina and the soldiers of the Cadian 184th Regiment around her.
Reina hurriedly mobilized her psychic energy to collide with the brass bullets, but some bullets still grazed Reina's psychic hammer and left a bloody mark on her face.

"Hold up the psychic shield!" Grey Knight Judge Arkun roared, swinging his warhammer to meet Somme's tracked chainsaw axe.
A strong psychic potential was released from Alcuin's body, turning into psychic lightning that burned on Somme's body.

Alcuin's words made Reina's expression twitch slightly, but she still just swung her psychic hammer at Somme's body.

At the same time, Reina noticed that a battle was also taking place near her.

She saw Mephiston fighting with two bloodthirsty demons, and the chief steward of the Star Court, Kelaplin, also stopped a bloodthirsty demon alone.

The other Astartes also gathered together, colliding with other bloodthirsty daemons and ordinary Khorne daemons.
But it was clear that the battle situation was only just balanced. These bloodthirsty demons that invaded Terra were obviously the best among the Khorne Daemons. The eighty-eight Khorne Daemons were also obviously elite.
However, Reina knew there was a force that had not yet taken action. She had heard of it since she was a child. The Emperor's guards, those golden warriors,
As long as they fight, they can turn the situation around.
But where are they?!
At this moment, Shield Captain Valerian rushed into the battlefield with Reyna, Grey Knight Alcuin and the Great Demon Som with a power spear in hand.

There were three silent sisters following him. The appearance of the silent sisters made Reina feel sick.

But the anti-psychic power of the Sisters of Silence was obviously projected more onto the Somme River Demon, and for a moment the size of the Somme River Demon became a little smaller.

"Where are they? Where are your brothers? Captain Valyrian!"

Reina suppressed the nausea brought by the Sister of Silence, squeezed the last bit of spiritual energy from her body, and asked Valerian:

"Why don't they come to support us?! Why do they have to stay behind the Lion's Gate?"

Valerian froze at the question.
"Soon, very soon." Valerian gritted his teeth and said, "Marshal Trajan is working hard."

At the same time, Valerian prayed in his heart, praying that Marshal Trajan would be faster.

Behind the Lion's Gate, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Trajan, looked at the four thousand silent Imperial Guards.

Unlike the Adeptus Astartes, the Adeptus Custodes were never an army. Each of them had their own strategic thinking and were trained to be able to think for themselves. They had the right to make their own judgments and give their own orders, and the flat structure of the Adeptus Custodes was formed precisely for this reason.

The "Restriction Order" was an agreement signed 10,000 years ago by the first Lord Commander of the Custodes, Constantine Valdor, with Robert Guilliman, Rogal Dorn and the High Lords.

This agreement was the product of the guilt of the Imperial Guards. It was the shackles and torture instruments that the Imperial Guards voluntarily put on themselves. It was the restriction left by the greatest Imperial Guard, Constantine Valdor.

Even Trajan could not break free of it on his own, and the restrictions had to be lifted from the outside.
Before the Battle of Cadia, he had tried to cooperate with the Archon of the Astronomican, Keraplin, but failed. But now Trajan saw an opportunity to lift this restriction.
Tirian, Prime Minister of the Empire, please hurry up. Trajan prayed in his heart.

Tyrian had never hated his own body so much, bloated, fat and weak.

I also hate that there is no way to drive a vehicle into this damn corridor.

The red sky is burning, blood rain is falling from outside the ancient corridor,
Tyrian gasped, trying his best to resist the anger and madness that surged in his heart, tightly grasping the decree signed by several names in his hand.
To lift the restriction order, the consent of more than half of the high lords was required, which originally required seven.
But thanks to the Emperor, the Chief of the Astronomican, Leop Frank, who had opposed the lifting of the restrictions, is dead.
He tried to relight the Astronomican, but ended up killing almost the entire Astronomican Court, which left the position of Chief of the Astronomican Court vacant.
There are only eleven high lords now, and only six tickets are needed
The paper already had the signatures of the Chief of the Star Language Court, Keraplin, the representative of the Tribunal, Ers, and the Commander of the Imperial Guard, Trajan. They had supported the lifting of the restriction order.
The situation Terra is facing is now obvious. The Grand Master of the Assassin Court, Fadius, who once only abstained from voting, is also willing to sign in support.

Kania Danda, the spokesman for the Rogue Traders, said bluntly: "Hurry up! If the Imperial Guards can save my life quickly, I will sign anything."

That leaves five tickets, only one more to go.
The Martian Forge General is not on Terra now, and the Navigator Ambassador is almost insane.
The Pope of the State Religion and the Minister of Justice were outright conservatives. They both followed the advice of the conservative leader, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Iltu Simotrien.

In other words, Tirian must convince Iltu Simotrin.
He met the Minister of the Interior in a chapel in Irtu's private residence.

Iltu Simotrien looked even more haggard than Tirian. He sat on an old-fashioned wooden chair, with one side of his body twitching slightly, as if he had some kind of nervous spasm.
This is normal, the work that the High Lords undertake is far beyond what mortals can handle, and most of them have mental and neurological illnesses.

Next to Irtu, his adopted son and assistant minister, Nessus, was standing there.

The young man had a gentle and friendly smile on his face.
Tirian knew that he was the person Iltu trusted the most, just as Tirian trusted Jackie.
But for some reason, Tirian always felt that Nessus was like a snake.

Not the poisonous, obscene snakes, but the snakes that hide in caves or dark corners and stare at people.

There was no reason for this feeling, only Tirian's intuition, but Jackie's spies did not find anything wrong with Nessus.
His record is very clean, having been raised by Iltu since childhood.

"Trajan allowed them into the Holy of Holies and took them into the throne room."

The head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Irtu, spoke softly:
"So, Prime Minister, my friend, what do you think of them? The Primarch and that thing."

"Holy Doraemon." Tirian raised his voice slightly and said, "Holy Doraemon and the Primarch."

"Guilliman is the Supreme Commander of the Empire, Sanguinius is the successor of the Emperor, and Doraemon is..." Tirian said cautiously. He suddenly remembered that Zhou Yun once emphasized that he was not a god.

"Guilliman was once the High Commander of the Imperium," the Viceroy retorted nonchalantly, "and the God-Emperor never died. Sanguinius was only his heir."

"Both Primarchs were part of the Heresy that destroyed us. Guilliman limited his own power and that of the Astartes to prevent a recurrence of that catastrophe. There is no need for them to take it back now."

As he spoke, Irtu's expression gradually became gloomy:
"More dangerous still, what would the Primarch do if he came to power? Another Great Crusade? Going even further than Macharius? And destroying everything we have built? Don't you see the threat, Tyrion?"

"They are fratricidal lunatics, and now they have joined a cult - I mean that Saint Doraemon."

"We have to stop him and not let them take power."

"They are the lords of the legion." Tirian couldn't help but smile.

“Two destroyed legions,” the Lord Chamberlain stressed. “Guilliman himself disbanded those two legions.”

"We have a good chance. The Primarch and the evil god are still in the throne room, the High Lords' Council is still strong, the Astra Militarum is on its way - there are millions of them, and the navy is also under our control."

"And Mars. The Fabricator General will be happy to support us. The Titans and Skitarii are equally powerful."

"We can protect our rights, Tyrian, my corrupt old Tyrian. You don't want to lose your power, do you?"

Tyrian was slightly stunned, and he said instinctively: "The two Primarchs can easily reshape their legions, and Saint Doraemon is also very powerful."

Suddenly, Tirian smelled an opportunity. He clenched the document in his hand and smiled:
"But not all legions cease to exist."

"Yes, there is another legion." Irtu, the chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, looked at Tirian with surprise: "The Emperor's legion, Terra's legion, the Imperial Guard. Will Trajan stand on our side?"

"I think they will, my lord." Before Tyrion could speak, Nessus, who was standing next to Irtu, smiled and said, "We often hear that the Custodians are extremely distrustful of the Primarchs and Astartes."

"Yes, yes." Irtu seemed to be convinced and nodded repeatedly: "But the restraining order————"

"I'm ready." Tirian said calmly, handing the document to Irtu: "All that's missing is your signature."

Irtu looked at the document in his hand with surprise, then couldn't help but smile and looked at Tirian: "My old Tirian, it turns out that you have already started to act."

"You did a good job. You did an excellent job." Then, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs signed his name on it.

Then he couldn't help but let out a snickering laugh, muttering to himself: "You see, they are just ordinary people."

"Who?" Tirian showed a confused expression, as if he didn't understand who the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was talking about.

"The Primarch and Saint Doraemon."

Irtu's body was shaking with nervous spasms:

"The Primarch and Saint Doraemon are just mortals."

"Isn't it, Tyrion? They are not invincible."

Tirian was almost stunned. It took him three or four seconds to understand what Irtu said.

During his long career as Prime Minister of the Empire, Tyrian unanimously believed that the High Lords were the best talents in the Empire, even though they all suffered from various mental illnesses.

But now, Tirian had a clear judgment about Iltu Simotrien, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs - he was an idiot.

"Yes, yes."

But Tirian nodded again and again:

"You are right, you are absolutely right!"

"The Primarch is just a mortal, and Saint Doraemon is not a god."

The purest destruction, a terrifying force that could make most people in the world lose their minds, surged towards Zhou Yun from all directions.
It is a force that desires only destruction, desires to let everything go to its destined end, desires to turn everything into dust, and finally destroys itself.

In the Warp, this power belongs to the realm called Corrosion and Destruction, and in the mouths of the Eldar and human prophets, this power is called the Dark Lord.

The Emperor cut off a portion of this power and gave it to Zhou Yun, throwing it into Zhou Yun's body.
Just like he once threw at Zhou Yun in Bal,
For a moment, Zhou Yun felt that his perspective had become extremely broadened, and that his spirit and soul were sublimating.

The realms in the subspace are like this. The more you occupy, the closer you are to becoming a god, and the closer you are to ascending.

The Emperor's division of this power to Zhou Yun could relieve the pressure on him, which in turn helped Zhou Yun get closer to the divine position and closer to his own reflection in the warp.

In the throne room, in the eyes of Sanguinius and Guilliman, Zhou Yun's figure kept switching between the forms of a mortal and a blue civet cat.
In Zhou Yun's eyes, he felt that he had slightly surpassed the limitations of the material universe and timeline.
He vaguely heard the voices of those who chanted his name, and saw those who prayed to him or said his name.

Not only the present, but also the past or future.
"Anrakel, are you sure that the machine soul grew in this Hades galaxy?"

A silver skeleton emitting green light asked another silver skeleton emitting blue light:
"Then why hasn't the Necromancer Dynasty in the Hades Galaxy undergone similar changes? What else have you come into contact with?"

".I also came into contact with the Blood Angels."

"Could it be related to the new Saint Doraemon sect among humans?"

Zhou Yun shifted his gaze slightly, and the scene before him changed again.
In the dark environment, only a candle was burning faintly. A man with a gloomy face knelt before the candle.
"Please save me, please forgive my mistakes"

The man's voice was full of regret:

"Please save my Ryan and ask him to forgive our crimes."

"He will forgive." A rather bewitching voice sounded from behind the man: "As long as he accepts his own nature and becomes a god."

"Great Saint Doraemon, the fifth god of chaos, the new ally of the dark gods."

These prayers were too far away, the distance and time were too far, Zhou Yun could not respond.

But he saw a prayer, from the near future, from the Lion's Gate of Terra,

"Holy Doraemon. Save Us"

Reina’s voice rang out.

Zhou Yun saw the shattered golden power armor, the fallen imperial guards and grey knights, and the Great Demon God spreading his wings.
"Holy Doraemon and the Emperor, save us!"

Zhou Yun felt that he could answer this prayer.

Use his big demon to respond. No, not the fat tiger big demon.
Zhou Yun looked into the fourth-dimensional pocket
[Items: Emperor/Dark Lord/Corrosion Destruction Fragment]
[Origin: Subspace - Corrosion and Destruction Field]
[Evaluation: The realm in the due north of the Chaos Octagon was born from the hatred of the world and life by all living beings. It is the desire to destroy everything and the tendency to self-destruct. This galaxy is so dark and deep that the emotions of self-destruction and destruction have grown into the largest realm in the subspace. Those who become gods in this realm will surely become the king of darkness and ring the death knell of the destruction of the universe. This is the fragment of power that erodes the realm of destruction, and it comes from the emperor who occupies this realm.]
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[Status: Fragments]
[Value: 1 yuan]
[Can be used to supplement children's behavior correction and re-education materials]
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"." Zhou Yun vaguely saw the destined future.

He was destined to be born, Zhou Yun’s great demon, the emperor’s great demon.

"Yes." Zhou Yun said almost instinctively.

(End of this chapter)