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

Chapter 397 says, is this Amar Huang’s good imperial guard?

Tyrian walked on the steps of the Lion's Gate, looking at the battlefield in front of him with a little fatigue.
The outer palace of the entire palace was almost completely razed to the ground. War, blood, bombings, and the rampage of the demon army,
Now the tide of war has calmed down, the great demons have been completely destroyed, the remaining low-level demons are being swept away by the Custodians and the Grey Knights, and those who may be corrupted are being taken away in batches by the Inquisition.
For this, Tirian could only be grateful for the kindness of Sanguinius and San Doraemon. Due to the requirements of his job, Tirian witnessed almost the entire war. He felt that his will was shattered by those frenzied and horrifying scenes.

Eight bloodthirsty demons were killing people, and countless skulls were floating in the sea of ​​blood.
The monsters opened their bloody mouths and let out terrifying war cries. Flame whips shattered fighter planes, chain saw axes crushed tanks, and the ancient defenses of the palace seemed like a piece of cheap parchment in front of them.

The Living Saint with the halo led Sister Morwen Val to kill one, and the Grey Knights also killed one. Lord Mephiston of the Blood Angels showed his terrifying psychic power and crushed two big demons. Captain Reina and Captain Valerian cooperated to kill one, and the Imperial Guard Marshal Trajan also chopped off the head of one with his own hands.
But it wasn't them who really ended the battle.

When the beast, thousands of times more terrifying than the other eight demons, entered the battlefield, Skarbrand, Tyrian was able to hear the name from Saint Doraemon.
The demon named Skarbrand easily broke through the defenses of the Custodians. No matter the Grey Knights, Custodians, or powerful psykers like Captain Reina, they were unable to stop the demon burning with blood.
They were determined, but still could not stop the blood tide.
The monster seemed to be the embodiment of anger, savagery, killing and betrayal. Nothing in the mortal world could stop him.

Until the figure wearing a cowboy hat and holding a revolver appeared,
Tirian felt stupid, but he still felt the aura of Saint Doraemon and the Emperor in the boy.
Then there were gunshots and wailing.
Skarbrand was killed instantly by the bullet, but it was not over yet.

Tyrian saw clearly that the bullet pierced through the curtain of reality and pierced into the warp.
Then Tyrian -- no, the whole of Terra, and perhaps the whole galaxy, heard it.
I heard the sound of bullets tearing through leg bones, and heard the scarlet face looking down at Terra let out a sharp, angry, and joyful howl.
Then, all the Khorne demons that Tyrian saw had a limp in one leg, and their eyes, which originally contained only anger, now revealed an imperceptible cowardice.

Then, the Eternal Gate opened, and the Primarch and Saint Doraemon joined the battlefield.
Tyrian became fragmented of that later art,
He only vaguely remembered some scenes.
Robert Guilliman stood in the bloody storm with a posture that was completely different from the rational image in the legend, holding the blazing Emperor's Sword and standing in front of a demon that was much larger than him.

Sanguinius pierced through the dark clouds like the bright sun, and the Spear of Perfection fell like the Emperor's tears, severing the surging sea of ​​blood.
Saint Doraemon walked on the blood and battlefield with a smile, grabbed the demon and stuffed it into the pocket on his stomach. Even the Khorne demons, whose minds were filled with only anger and bloodlust, showed expressions of fear when they saw him and fled in panic.

Every time Tirian recalled those scenes, his heart would beat fast, as if he had returned to his childhood when he listened to the myths of the state religion.
But what is before my eyes is not a story, not a myth, nor a legend.

It is often said that facts become stories, stories become legends, and legends eventually become myths.
But Tyrian saw it that day, saw myths, legends and stories become reality.

However, after witnessing this scene,
According to common sense, even Tyrian, the Prime Minister of the Empire, could not escape the cruel scrutiny.

The fighter planes of the Inquisition flew over Tyrian's head like a flock of eagles.

I don't know where they are hiding, but they just swarm out after the battle to arrest those who may have been corrupted or saw something they were not authorized to see.
Then came interrogation, screening, hypnosis, suppression and memory removal, the usual measures.

Tyrion would have been one of them,
But Sanguinius gently used his psychic power to heal Tyrian's shattered will, and Saint Doraemon used a red cross and a blue circle to declare that Tyrian was still pure.

He was able to stay in the palace and continue his work.
During this period, Tirion was almost like an automatic robot, doing one job at a time and hardly speaking except for necessary communications. He lost weight, but his body was more bloated than before. The only things in his mind were a series of government affairs, such as counting losses, calculating surplus food and fuel, and filling vacant official positions.

Finally having a little rest today, Tyrian just reported to the Primarch Robert Guilliman on the work of the past few days.

The biggest problem is to recover those areas of Terra that are still out of control.
But the fundamental reason these problems are out of control is not that people are disloyal, not that people no longer believe in the Emperor,

It's just that Terra produces too little and consumes too much.
Food, a lot of food and water are needed to revitalize those out-of-control areas.

But Lord Guilliman just raised his head tiredly from the parchment scroll and told Tirian that Saint Doraemon would solve these problems.

There is no need to do anything else, just wait for Santa Doraemon to take action.

Tirian was amazed at this,
Even Terra, blessed by the Emperor, has never really solved the food problem.
A somewhat blasphemous idea inexplicably popped up in Tyrian's mind.

Could it be that Saint Doraemon is more omnipotent than the God Emperor?
This thought made Tyrian feel a little ashamed.
At this moment, Tirian saw a familiar figure, but he was not sure who it was, walking hurriedly past him.

They were figures much taller than mortals, even taller than Astartes, but Tyrian could not confirm.
Because they were not wearing the iconic golden armor, but only short shirts, as if they were nest city workers going to work in a factory or farmers in an agricultural world going to the fields.

"Captain Valyrian?" Tyrion asked with a little hesitation.

Shield Captain Valerian turned his head with a gloomy face and looked at Tyrion.
He nodded to Tirian, then hurried away, leaving Tirian a little confused.

"Say: I want to farm!"

"Do you want to farm?"

"Are you the Emperor's good guards?"

"Planting rice while walking! Do you still say that farming is cheap?"

“Is the land good for farming?”

"Snapped!"

In the palace, under the Holy of Holies, in a tunnel that no detector could find,
Zhou Yun said while tapping his palm with a whip he got from somewhere.

A group of imperial guards, not wearing golden power armor, were lying on the fertile paddy fields covered with carpets, planting rice seedlings one by one.

There was a mini sun floating above their heads, and next to the sun there were mini clouds raining.

The imperial guards listened to Zhou Yun's scolding, and their faces, which were somewhat dark in the sunlight, suddenly became darker than the black people.

[Item Name: Holiday Farming Set]
[Origin: Earth in the 22nd Century - Future Department Store]
[Production time: 261.M3]
[Function: A set of props including rice seedlings, mini sun, quick-forming cloud and rain, rice field carpet and scarecrow. It is usually used for children to experience agricultural life. The rice seedlings are planted on the rice field carpet. The mini sun will provide sunlight, the quick-forming cloud and rain will provide water, and the scarecrow will drive away diseases. Then the rice seedlings will begin to grow and mature quickly, producing sweet and delicious rice.]
And at Zhou Yun's waist, a crazy clock that could adjust the speed of time flow within a certain area was shaking gently.

Terra is now extremely short of food.
So Zhou Yun exchanged for this holiday agricultural suit.
This set can make the rice planted on it mature quickly and be harvested. The only drawback is that this prop was originally designed for children in the 22nd century to experience agricultural life, so someone must plant it.
In order to increase production, Zhou Yun also used the Crazy Clock to adjust the flow of time near the farmland.
Now, two years pass in this tunnel, while only one day passes outside. So one month is nearly sixty years.
The problem is that the physical fitness and lifespan of ordinary people cannot withstand such labor, and now many ordinary people inside and outside the palace have been corrupted, and their loyalty is also a bit questionable.
In addition, many mortal bureaucrats died in the Battle of Lion's Gate. The empire's administrative system itself is extremely short of manpower. All trustworthy and reliable mortals have already taken on work that far exceeds their capacity.

Then there is the fact that most people on Terra have no experience in growing crops at all, and most of the food they have eaten is protein cakes, paste or corpse starch produced in factories and shipped by cargo ships.

We must find a group of people who are strong, long-lived, loyal and reliable, whose jobs are not important but who are knowledgeable to farm the land.
Then Zhou Yun set his sights on the Imperial Guards.

The Astartes were still busy recovering lost territory and expelling the remaining demons and cultists. Most of them only knew how to fight wars and had little knowledge of farming. Just think about how bad Baal's grapes taste.

As for the Imperial Guards, they are simply natural holy bodies for farming. Their bodies, created through biological alchemy, are perfect, have a long lifespan, and will not be corrupted. They are loyal and reliable.
When they were forged, they were not just warriors like the Astartes. They were proficient in many kinds of knowledge, including agricultural knowledge.

Above all, their job is to protect the Emperor.
The most dangerous person in the entire galaxy is the Emperor. Does he still need protection?
In Zhou Yun's opinion, their profession is similar to that of missile maintenance.
The missiles still need repair? The Emperor still needs protection?
The missiles might need repair, but the Emperor certainly didn't need protection.

If you have this free time, you might as well farm some land for the people of Terra!
Isn't farming more useful than taking a stroll, playing blood games, and protecting the emperor?
So Zhou Yun borrowed a group of imperial guards from Marshal Trajan and dragged them into this tunnel to farm.

It was this group of imperial guards who were arrogant and looked down on farming. They felt that asking them to farm was a humiliation to them and often caused trouble for Zhou Yun.

"I am the Emperor's guard! My duty is to protect the Emperor!"

"How dare you come and ask me to farm! How dare you!"

"Snapped!!"

(End of this chapter)