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

Chapter 398 As long as the whip is swung fast enough
"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!"

Tribune Coken raised his head from the muddy ground, shook off the black mud on his hands, and said with gritted teeth.

He couldn't stand it. How could he, a member of the Imperial Guard, do such a mundane job as farming?
How could his hands, forged by the Emperor's holy genetic alchemy, be used to grab seedlings? Toss dirt? To pick up a hoe?

No, his hands can only be used to hold a spear, a pen, and a shield.

Farming is a menial job that should be done by lowly mortals.

"Snapped!!!"

The sound of the whip breaking through the air suddenly rang out, like thunder.
Generally speaking, how could a mere whip possibly harm a guard like Keken?

Moreover, the whip was only swung in the air and did not hit Keken at all.
But Keken suddenly felt a pain in his body, and then his feet slipped and he fell heavily into the paddy field, his face hitting the black soil heavily.

[Item name: Heavenly Punishment Whip]
[Origin: Earth in the 22nd Century - Future Department Store]
[Production time: 275.M3]
[Function: It looks like a small animal taming whip. When the user sees someone nearby doing something bad, he only needs to swing the whip in the air, and the person doing the bad thing will be punished accordingly. The more serious the bad thing done, the greater the punishment.]
"The bad things that Tribune Coken did: he did not respect labor and discriminated against farmers."

"Punishment: Falling in the mud, it hurts a lot."

Very useful whip to make my guard black slave spin.

Zhou Yun shook the whip in his hand and sighed.

He originally prepared this item to deal with Erebus, the chief villain predicted by the Emperor who would change the fate of the galaxy in the near future.

As long as someone did something bad near Zhou Yun and was seen by him, he only needed to whip the person, and the person would be punished.
After all, who in this world is more capable of doing bad things than Erebus?
But after exchanging it, Zhou Yun found that the whip was unexpectedly useful.
Because the whip has a very simple definition of doing bad things, such as wasting food, disrespecting labor, and insulting others will also be defined as doing bad things and will be punished to a certain extent.

Especially when Zhou Yun planned to let the imperial guards to farm, he found that this thing was so useful.
"Custodes!"

"Is this really true?"

"Are you going to farm or not?"

"Say, you want to farm!"

Tribune Coken gnashed his teeth, veins popping out on his face.

"I am the Emperor's perfect creation! The Emperor did not create my hands for farming——"

"Snap!" Another burst of whip cracking sound came.

Before the tribune Coken could get up, he fell heavily again into the muddy and dirty ground that he despised and hated.

This newly promoted tribune was handed over to Zhou Yun by Trajan. The imperial guards who came to the underground palace to farm looked up angrily.

He looked at Zhou Yun with hatred, which made Zhou Yun raise his eyebrows slightly.
Nobita Nobi, who was standing behind Zhou Yun, took a slight step forward, stood behind Zhou Yun, and looked at Coken from top to bottom.

Kirken instinctively met that gaze, and then he couldn't help but shudder.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the tribune Koken seemed to feel the Emperor’s gaze in Nobita Nobi’s eyes.
It was just a moment, and it almost made Kirken doubt whether it was his own illusion.

But even if it was an illusion, the appearance of Nobita Nobi made the imperial guards present hold their breath for a moment.

They had all seen what the great demon Saint Doraemon was capable of in front of the Lion's Gate.

One bullet killed Skarbrand and crippled the blood god Khorne.
"My duty is not to farm, my duty is to protect the emperor!" Ke Ken still said stubbornly.

Then he closed his eyes, waiting for the whip to crack, waiting for the pain to come.

But there was no sound of the whip, only Zhou Yun's voice was heard.

"Protect the Emperor? The Emperor's body does not need you to protect it."

"But humans need it, and all living things on Terra need it."

"The Emperor is Man, and Man is the Emperor. The two have always been one."

"To protect humans, to feed humans, to keep them full, is to protect the Emperor. That's what it means to protect the Emperor!"

Zhou Yun's words made the imperial guards stunned for a moment, but soon the sound of whips broke the silence around them.

"Go work!" Zhou Yun yelled in High Gothic.

The imperial guards lowered their heads, picked up the seedlings on the ground and began to cultivate them.

Even the tribune Coken blushed and joined in the farming work with some resentment.

Although what Koken said just now was unpleasant, it must be said that these imperial guards were still the emperor's excellent creations, and they cultivated the land quickly and well.

Zhou Yun played with the Heavenly Punishment Whip in his hand and couldn't help but nod in admiration.

Sure enough, these imperial guards should come to his place to farm. Now the most important tasks on Terra are three: government affairs, supplies and recovery.

The responsibility of government affairs was naturally handed over to Robert Guilliman, who was appointed Regent by the Emperor. He was leading the surviving Terran bureaucrats to manage government affairs, and was also accumulating strength to begin the recovery of Terra.

The responsibility of materials belongs to Zhou Yun. Zhou Yun must produce enough food and water to feed Terra's current population of hundreds of millions in a short period of time, so that this home planet of mankind will not starve to death.

The responsibility of recovery naturally belonged to Sanguinius. He led the Astartes and the Astra Militarum into the hive cities on Terra, took back the areas that had lost control, and showed himself to the mortals to re-consolidate their faith.

The arrangement of the Custodes was initially made by Guilliman hoping to have some Custodes involved in government affairs and the command system.

Let the extraordinary brain of the Imperial Guard be responsible for some government affairs activities, or hold a military position - but Zhou Yun reminded Guilliman: the Imperial Guard now is different from that of ten thousand years ago.

This made Guilliman alert, and he secretly sent Ultramarines wearing Blindspot Stars to sneak into the Custodians to learn about their current situation.
The result surprised Guilliman.

For ten thousand years, the Imperial Guards have been guarding the Imperial Palace to the death. Many of them have become dull in strategic awareness and thinking ability. Many of them have an inexplicable sense of superiority over mortals and Astartes, and even begin to discriminate against mortals and Astartes.

This seemed extremely abstract to Guilliman.
The purpose of government is to govern the vast majority of mortals and a small number of Astartes. How can the Custodes in their current state be involved in government?

As for Sanguinius's recovery team, Sanguinius made it clear that he did not need those glittering guards. Who would protect whom when they really went to the battlefield?

Instead of giving him some Imperial Guards, it would be better to give him more Imperial Fists. The hive needs people to clean up the mess!
For a time, the Imperial Guards were despised by everyone, but Zhou Yun discovered their shining points.

Come and farm!

His holiday farming set is in need of people,

Terra's population is too large. Supplying food to the entire Terra population requires a huge amount of money.
But the holiday farming set. The holiday farming set only requires you to draw a lot of Imperial Guards.

As for the ideological problem? Contempt for mortals and Astartes?

It doesn't matter, just crack the whip hard.

As long as the whip is cracked fast enough, no problem is a problem.

"Hey! Don't crush those bugs! Catch them whole!"

Zhou Yun looked at the imperial guards squeezing the bugs that emerged from the ground and hurriedly stopped them and said.

This is a feature of the Holiday Farming Set. In order to allow users to truly experience the feeling of farming, pests such as grasshoppers and locusts will automatically be generated among the fast-growing rice, which is completely inconsistent with the laws of physics and biology.

But these pests are extremely valuable.

"Catch them, try to catch them whole, they are all protein! They are delicious if they are caught whole and roasted."

These imperial guards have stayed in the palace for too long.
Zhou Yun knew that the insects roasted in the hive city could be considered a great delicacy and could provide a good source of protein.

As this batch of insects were caught by the imperial guards with their extraordinary physical fitness, the rice matured at an extremely fast speed.

This is a far faster maturation speed for crops than normal, and Zhou Yun used the Crazy Clock to adjust the time in this underground palace.
The time required for rice to mature and be harvested seems to be just a few seconds to outsiders.

Outside the underground palace, Robert Guilliman passed by carrying a scroll of government affairs found deep inside the palace. He couldn't help but look inside the underground palace.

From his perspective, the imperial guards were working at a very fast speed, and the rice on the side was piled up into a mountain in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Robert Guilliman looked at the hard-working guards and couldn't help showing an envious expression.

How enviable it is to be able to leave those boring duties behind and work hard on the land.
"Some time ago, my sister who lives in Niponhive sent me a can."

"Inside the can was a bunch of white powder, thank God I thought it was corpse starch so I ate it all."

"Then today my sister came and told me that the tin contained our mother's ashes."

"This is making me so angry!"

"That's our common mother. How could she eat her flesh and leave only the ashes to me?"

A weak laugh rang out all around; hunger did not allow them to laugh too loudly.

And Ran Val looked at those people lying on the street and telling jokes, with only envy in his eyes.
I envy the joke teller who can eat his mother's ashes, and I envy these people who still have the energy to laugh out loud.
His mother also starved to death, but her body was soon snatched away and shared, and Ran Val didn't even get to chew a bone.

I'm hungry. I'm so hungry, God Emperor. Please don't punish me with hunger. Ran Val thought with his head down.

Ran Val managed to look around him with a little strength, then lowered his head and began to pray quietly, trying not to attract attention.
Pray to a god that has become popular in the hives recently and is also promoted by the nuns, and is completely different from the Emperor's faith.
"Holy Doraemon, I am Ran Val from the 22nd District of the Lower Hive of New South Wales. Please give me some food."

Ran Val's voice was very soft, so soft that he himself doubted whether he could hear it.

But at this moment, his nose suddenly brushed against a scent he had never smelled before.
(End of this chapter)