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

Chapter 391: Useless, the Best Gun
Click————

The sound of revolvers turning rang out, the smell of gunfire filled the air, and endless yellow sand blew up from nowhere, rippling over the sea of ​​blood.
The cowboy hat fluttered in the wind, held on top of the head by a hand wrapped in a flower rope.

A man with mortal appearance and wearing ancient Terra American cowboy-style clothing stood between Reina and Skarbrand.

His right hand was lowered, holding a seemingly ordinary revolver, aiming at Skarbrand's body.

The battlefield suddenly became much quieter, and even Skarbrand's head, which was filled with anger and murderous intent, was stunned for a moment.

The man lifted his cowboy hat slightly, revealing the face underneath.

It was a childish, East Asian-style face wearing glasses, but the boy's eyes were filled with a will that was totally inconsistent with his age.

Just by a glance from the corner of his eyes, the seriously injured Valerian felt that the young man was a life more suitable for war than him.
It was as if he was a natural son of war, all his talents were born for war, and came into the world to sound the death knell.

And Reina, who has a psychic talent, sensed more.
"Saint Doraemon?" Reina said hesitantly, "Zhou Yun?"

She vaguely felt that the power and will in that body came from the familiar Saint Doraemon, from Zhou Yun.
The breath of death on the revolver was clearly the power of Zhou Yun as the god of death of both humans and the Eldar.
but but
"God Emperor?" Lena asked doubtfully, "Your Majesty?"

She also felt the aura of the God Emperor from that figure, and the God Emperor and Saint Doraemon seemed to blend together.
Reina's eyes were a little dull for a moment. How come her two beliefs seemed to be integrated together?

"Who are you?" Lena couldn't help but ask.

The figure wearing the cowboy hat seemed to hesitate for a moment. His eyes were sometimes golden and sometimes metallic blue, as if switching between two states.

"I'm."

The voice sounded slowly, as tender as a child, as resolute as a warrior
Zhou Yun, who was far away in the throne room, opened his eyes slightly and felt his will move outside the throne room and into the battlefield.
He looked around in confusion, but the power coming from this body quickly made him understand everything that was happening.
This is a battlefield, and the enemy in front of us is Skarbrand.
The Blood God forgave Skarbrand and used Skarbrand as a blade to slaughter the world.

And Zhou Yun's body is a new great demon that belongs to him.
The incarnation of Slaanesh turned into a flower rope, the Eldar death god turned into a revolver that sounded the death knell, the crone's sword that transmitted the power of death turned into a bullet, and the Emperor's cut self turned into the body of this new demon.
He is Zhou Yun's great demon and the emperor's chosen one.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a confident smile:

"I am the sharpshooter Nobita."

The moment this name was spoken, a wave of turmoil arose on the battlefield in front of the Lion's Gate, on the boundless sea of ​​blood, and even in the warp.
There is a great power in this body, from Slaanesh, from Inad, and from the Emperor of Mankind.
It was so powerful that even Skarbrand's eyes were filled with excitement, as if he had found an opponent worthy of a fight.
No, it wasn't just the crazy Skarbrand who was excited, it was the Blood God who was controlling this body.

The god of war roared, and the brass fortress trembled.

The Blood God could sense two powers and two wills in that body.

Those were two incarnations of existence, two incarnations that were completely worthy of his battle,

He could sense that a battle worth remembering was before Him,

The collision between the strong and the strong, gods and gods, incarnations and incarnations, and wars and wars.

"Let's have a fair fight, Skarbrand."

"No, it should be the Blood God Khorne, who will fight me to the death."

Khorne's blood boiled.

One on one, one kills one, blood for blood,

"Sharpshooter Nobita" Khorne growled the name and accepted the challenge.

He didn't know how Saint Doraemon and the Emperor created such an existence. He even felt envious.
This posture seemed to be born completely for war, and apart from the talent for war, it seemed to be just the posture of a young child.
He is useless, but he is the best with a sharp spear and has an unparalleled bravery.
In comparison, Khorne even dislikes Skarbrand a little bit.
He despised this coward who only dared to attack Him. If Kabanha and Angrath had not been completely destroyed, Khorne would never have chosen to forgive Skarbrand.
But the Emperor and Saint Doraemon can have such a perfect incarnation.
「Childcare materials added」

"Parenting Process: Child Behavior Correction and Re-education Progress: 89%"

Zhou Yun looked at the parenting progress that had suddenly increased by 1% with a somewhat abstract expression.
Blessing, the Blood God gave the blessing to Nobita. Is there something wrong with him?
Khorne is the god of war and killing. Extreme emotions such as barbarism, hatred, destruction and anger belong to him.
But on another level, courage, fighting, determination, competition, strength, and masculinity also belong to him.
A courageous, manly battle between two strong men will often attract the attention of the Blood God, who will bless the battle.
Even if the battle is a challenge to Him personally, as long as the opponent is full of courage and determination and declares war on Him in an open and honorable manner, He will bless and praise him.

Skarbrand and Nobita Nobi pulled some distance apart, and the battlefield became quiet for a moment, as if only the two of them were left.
Rain mixed with blood kept falling from the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky were twisting.
Zhou Yun, the Emperor, and Khorne all cast their gazes towards the battlefield at the same time.
Shield Captain Valerian held his breath and watched.
The sky of Terra seemed to be cut into three pieces, with blue, red and gold interlaced.

The slender and ferocious beast face like a hound, the eyeless mummy with dazzling golden light, and the round, red-nosed blue civet cat,
Three faces appeared and disappeared in the sky, watching the battlefield like three stars.

Nobita Nobi's fingers gently slid across the revolver at his waist, and the power of the Eldar Death God Inad flowed through it.

There are only three bullets in the revolver, all of which are transformed from the old woman's sword. Just as it can transmit the power of Inad, it can also transmit the power of Zhou Yun's subspace essence, which is equivalent to an extension of Zhou Yun's will.
Even to a certain extent, it can transmit the power of the emperor, which is equivalent to the extension of the emperor.

With only three bullets can he kill Skarbrand, the chief archdemon of Khorne?

In this state, Skarbrand is even many times stronger than Angras. It should be said that Angras is at most equivalent to the disabled Skarbrand in the past.
A beast-like growl came out of Skarbrand's mouth, and the Blood God also let out a series of war cries in the warp.
There was not much reason in Skarbrand's frenzied will. He just felt the will of Khorne.

The enemy has declared war on the Blood God.

It was not a sneak attack, it was not a stab in the back, it was not a cowardly declaration of war,

A strong man, a strong man with the will of two gods, challenged him, the incarnation of the Blood God, in an open and aboveboard manner.
The Blood God's only response is to kill, kill, kill.

To kill him, to chop off his head, to bury his life, to offer his skull to the blood god,
Skarbrand roared wildly, the will to fight turned into fuel and rushed through his veins, his heart pounded with murderous intent, and his legs began to run.
Step by step, step by step,
All that remained in Skarbrand's ears was the blood god's battle cry.

In just a moment, Skarbrand arrived in front of the mortal figure wearing a cowboy hat.

That's all. This thought popped into Skarbrand's mind.
Then he raised the battle axes in both hands high, killing and slaughtering, the two battle axes cut through reality, making a bloody roar,

Skarbrand himself gave a war cry, a war cry that reached the sky,
Just like that, I'll chop off this head with one axe.

Skarbrand was convinced that he had won, and his soul was filled with joy at the thought of sacrificing his head to the Blood God.
But time suddenly became very slow, very slow, and everything seemed to have stopped.
No, it is not time that is paused, nor is it the world.
Just Skarbrand himself.
At the moment when Carnage and Skull were about to take off the head, Skarbrand's hands, feet, wings, waist and even double axes were tightly entangled by the thin flower ropes.
Those flower ropes woven with the power of Slaanesh were intertwined to form a tall tower-like shape, firmly fixing Skarbrand in the middle of the tower.

".Tokyo Tower."

The name of this trick of skipping rope came out from the mouth of the boy with glasses in front of him.
Then, the boy's finger gently pulled the trigger of the revolver.

The sound of iron, fire, and bullets colliding rang in Skarbrand's ears like thunder.
Will three bullets kill Skarbrand?

More than enough, one is enough.

His shooting skills are perfect, and he never misses a shot.

The bullets made from the Crone's Sword can transmit the power of Inad, Zhou Yun, and the Emperor.

But in the final analysis, it is to transmit the power of erosion and destruction.
In Skarbrand's eyes, the bullet turned into a dark, deep, cold black sun.

Bang! ! !
The bullet pierced through Skarbrand's skull, like a death knell.

But the bullet did not take Scarbrand's life directly. Instead, it continued to expand, twist, and wreak havoc.
The bullet turned into a cold, deep black sun. No, it was more like a black sun than a black sun.
It was more like a dark pocket. Scarbrand didn't even have time to let out a wail before he was swallowed up by the pocket and fell into it.

Only the bullet transformed from the old woman's sword was left trembling in the air.
The Blood God let out an angry and excited roar.
Angry at having lost another chief demon,
Excited by the power of the Emperor and Doraemon's incarnation in this battle,

What a perfect demon, what a perfect incarnation.
Xue couldn't help showing envy.

But at this moment, the Blood God suddenly noticed that the bullet that was constantly vibrating in the void, the bullet transformed from the Old Woman's Sword, the bullet that transmitted the power of the Emperor and Doraemon, was silently aiming at himself in the subspace.

".Blood God Khorne, challenge me to a duel."

The cowboy hat was slightly raised, and the eyes beneath the glasses flashed with a glimmer of metallic blue and gold.

The Blood God suddenly realized that the bullet that was sure to hit was aimed at him——————

boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)