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

Chapter 405 Three People Waiting to Be Visited
"Will you be like those villains and submit to the Primarch and the evil god?"

Iltu Simotrien's questioning voice echoed in the darkness.

Ude Udiya Lasky responded with a cold and crisp dry laugh.

"Do you think I am Belisarius Cole, no, the ridiculous Belisarius Dora Cole?"

"Listen, he is so proud of himself with that ridiculous name, saying that it is the national surname bestowed upon him by the original power?"

Mars's Forging General said in a voice full of clear anger and disdain:
"And you, Iltu, are ridiculous for thinking I would be like Belisarius."

"Do you think I would flatter Robert Guilliman as much as Belisarius did?"

"Do you think I would bow down to a false god who tarnishes the name of 'primordial power'?"

"Do you think I would abandon the sacred Treaty of Olympia?"

"No, forget it!"

A deafening roar came from the darkness on all sides, as if all the walls of the room were roaring together.
At the same time, the sounds of mechanical vibration, oil flow and coil humming could be heard. For a few moments, Irtu even suspected that Ude Udia Lasky was planning to kill himself by driving a Rhino troop carrier.

"Unless the God of All Things comes in person, I will never bow down."

"I will never abandon the Olympia Accords unless Ohm Messiah wills it!"

"In the name of the Triple Power of the God of All Machines, I will never believe in that false god, Saint Doraemon!"

Iltu Simotrien breathed a sigh of relief.

According to the casting general, the great sage Belisarius Cawl, who kowtowed to Saint Doraemon, seemed to have started a missionary work on Mars.
The great sage Belisarius Kaul had great reputation, and this move undoubtedly shook the position of Ude Udiya Laski.

On a deeper level, the teachings of Saint Doraemon are in direct conflict with the Adeptus Mechanicus, and his and the Primarch's meddling in Martian politics has undoubtedly shaken the Olympia Accords.

There is a natural conflict between the Martian Mechanicus and Saint Doraemon, and it is impossible for them to stand on the side of Saint Doraemon.

What? Could that evil god really be the master of all things? Can he make all things submit? Don't make such a joke.

Irtu looked into the darkness again, at the little flickering lights in the darkness, and asked with a smile:
"If they visited you, how would you respond?"

The thinker array around Ude Udiya Lasky was humming, and his thoughts were flowing through the pipes.

He didn't care about the political struggles on Terra, but he cared about his own position. He would never allow the Olympia Accords signed by Om Messiah himself to be shaken, nor would he allow himself to lose his position as Mars Casting General.

This is not because he covets the power that comes with this position, but because he still needs the resources this position can provide for his career.

He had a business to complete, a broken machine to mend, and the end to be postponed.

Ude Udiya Laski still remembers the fear he felt when he took over the post of Forge General hundreds of years ago and learned that the sacred machine was gradually failing.

He must not lose his position as Forging General before repairing the machine, never.

"anger."

Then a voice mixed with anger rang out in the darkness:
"The rage of being a Martian Forge General."

"The anger of being a devout believer in Om Messiah."

The burning pain in her body was still there, but it was much lighter, lighter than what she was destined to suffer.

She was born in the garbage mountain of the hive city, a dark and lightless place.

She didn't know who her parents were, why she was abandoned, where she was, and no one even taught her how to speak.

She has been wandering in the garbage mountain since she could remember. She doesn't even know why such a fragile person can survive in the dark and dangerous garbage mountain.
Perhaps the one who gave her the ability to predict the future had already been at work when her consciousness was still vague?
She couldn't explain it, she didn't know, she was ignorant and crawling in the dark and cold garbage mountain like a wild beast.
Until the light burned through her nerves, and the will of that person came before her,

Her soul established a connection with that person, and she knew that person's situation very well.
Mad, split, confused, hovering on the edge of self-destruction,
And she also knew the arrangement that person had made for her.
The will of that One is so great that most humans cannot bear it.
He needs a host that is absolutely pure and absolutely empty.

She meets this requirement.
No one taught her anything.
She knows no knowledge, desires no change,

She has no murderous impulse, no courage at all.
She has no connection with anyone, has never loved anyone,

She didn't even want to live, she just existed in vain.

She is the perfect vessel, she is His instrument,

Burn once, then turn to ashes, this is His plan for her.

But she agreed, after all, she had nothing and nothing to lose.
Moreover, His appearance is so bright, even though it is crazy, weird, and scary, it is still light.

She liked the light, the bright light, so different from the darkness and filth of the garbage mountain.

Then she became the ardent thief, acting according to the prophetic power given by the person, alone, without any contact with anyone, only absorbing knowledge from the person, not desiring any change in fate, not having the courage to change fate, not having any feelings for anyone, and not desiring to live.

Until fate itself changed, a touch of metallic blue slid into the prophecy, and everything changed.

Zhou Yun, Doraemon, Ryan Ruth, she used a lot

According to the prophecy and the guidance of that person, she and he entered the bottom nest,
In the original prophecy, in the original arrangement, she alone burned to ashes in the Underhive, preventing the Nurgle demons from entering reality.
She had nothing, she was born without any connection with anyone, and she should have nothing, she should die without any connection with anyone.

But he, she had established a shallow connection with him,

For the first time, she realized that between the cold, tidal darkness and the hot, dazzling light, there was a strange, interesting metallic blue.

She immersed herself in the prophecy again and again. In the prophecy, she may have eaten the melon seeds he handed her hundreds of times, perhaps ate roasted mushrooms and worm jelly hundreds of times, and listened to his jokes hundreds of times.
But when she actually ate the melon seeds, roasted mushrooms and worm jelly, she still thought they were delicious, and when she really heard him tell jokes, she still almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

When she was really standing at the destined moment, standing at the moment when she was about to burn out, she was surprised to find that

For the first time, she gained some new and strange knowledge, and she longed for a change in her fate.
For the first time, she mustered up a little courage and faced her fate of sacrifice.

For the first time, she developed some feelings and concerns for others, and gained some happiness from their company.
For the first time, she began to feel attached to life and wanted to live a little longer.

She was corrupted by him.

She couldn't help but pray to that person, pray to him, pray that someone could save her.

In the end, he answered her prayers and saved her from her doomed fate.
"Lady Jeanne." A voice with a low Gothic accent from Asford sounded beside her.

The girl next to Jeanna is called Yerrit, who was found by the nuns in the Lower Nest. She has a certain psychic talent and is good at using the Emperor Tarot.

Sister Magda asked her to take care of Jeanne, who was often in a coma or sleeping, and also acted as Jeanne's substitute in daily life.

"You've been awake more and more recently," Yrit said to Jeanne with joy.

Jeanne just nodded slightly. She was not very good at talking.
In real life, she had hardly spoken much to humans except that person and Zhou Yun.

As for the power of the one who woke up, it is transforming Jeanne's body so that Jeanne can bear more of his power and will. However, this transformation started some time ago and has gradually stagnated.

It was around the time when the battle broke out at Lion's Gate. Didn't that person need his own body to house his will?
However, Jeanne can no longer be called the perfect container she once was. She was corrupted by Zhou Yun and is no longer a pure container, but has additional ideas.

"Him." Jeanne moved her throat which was still silent, and asked Yrit beside her dryly.

Yritte was already used to Jeanna's awkward way of speaking: "Lord Morwen Val has submitted various forms to Lord Guilliman. Lord Saint Doraemon should be visiting soon."

"Yeah." Jeanna nodded slightly and blinked.

For safety, she rarely left this room in the monastery, and sometimes Jeanne felt like she was back in the dark garbage mountain of the bottom nest.

But fortunately, the battle sisters are always happy to satisfy Jeanna's childish, simple, and ordinary hobbies.

Jeanne got up from the bed, groped in the dark, picked up a welding mask and handed it to Yerritte, who put it on her face with ease.
Jeanne herself put on a welding mask and walked to the workbench in the corner of her room.
There was a thick steel plate on the workbench, and next to it was a promethium flame cutting machine specially made for Jeanne by the Sisters of Battle.
Jeanne used her arms, which were covered with shallow burn marks, to lift the promethium flame cutter. The scorching flame roared in the dark room.

The flames collided with the heavy steel plate, splashing out extremely dazzling flames.
Jeanne loves light, the brighter the light, the better.
This is why she likes passion. The sparks that fly out when she is passionate are so dazzling.
Especially when she saw the steel plate being melted and a flash of metallic blue appeared in the fire, Jeanna would be in an unusually good mood.

Deep in the dungeon of the Inquisition, in the darkest, coldest, most closed cage,
With his limbs broken, his eyes gouged out, his spiritual energy drained, and tightly bound by shackles, Iskandar Khayon moved slightly.
He was once Abaddon's second in command, one of the highest ranking members of the Black Legion, and a powerful Thousand Sons sorcerer.

But he took the initiative to surrender to the court and was imprisoned in this dark cell.
The purpose of all this is just to declare their destined fate to the Inquisition, the Empire, and the Lord of Mankind.

Abaddon, the Warmaster of the Black Legion, will come on the Scarlet Road to Terra, slay the false emperor, and destroy the empire.
This was the inevitable outcome, the irreversible end of the Empire, and he would be Abaddon's messenger and the forerunner of the Scarlet Path.

It was Abaddon's task to pronounce this fate upon the Empire.
The end was inevitable, and he was the forerunner who pronounced that fate upon the Emperor.

So Khayon did not despair about his current situation, he knew that Abaddon would come to rescue him soon.

Together they could laugh at the false emperor in the ruins of Terra's palace, celebrate their own great deeds, and toast to brotherhood.
Hiss, huh. My butt is so itchy.
Kayang moved his butt.

When will Abaddon reach Terra? It should be soon, right? Maybe the Vengeful Spirit is already bombing the palace.

After all, Abaddon would not lie to his brothers! And the era of the Primarch is over, and nothing can stop Abaddon.

Thinking of this, even though his limbs were smashed, his eyes were blinded, his psychic energy was drained, and he was trapped in darkness, Khayon couldn't help but straighten his chest.

A silent, passing Inquisitor who was inspecting the cells noticed Khayon's actions.

He said nothing, picked up a heavy hammer from the wall, walked to Khayon's side, and smashed it hard on his chest.

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(End of this chapter)