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

Chapter 531 Angron: What do you mean I have a son who beat Butcher's Nail? (Part 2)

The Lord of Crimson Sands fell into the four-dimensional pocket like a scarlet meteor, plunging into its deep darkness.
Although it was still deep and dark, the four-dimensional pocket was no longer empty.
A Ramirez-class star fortress stands in the void of the pocket. This massive void fortress boasts four small starports, even allowing large fleets to dock and rest on it.
However, compared to the ships that were heading towards Starfortress, the port of the Ramirez-class Starfortress seemed somewhat cramped.

Under Captain Salyn's control, the Conqueror and the rest of the Imperial ships towed the Abyss-class battleship, the Blessed Lady, slowly toward a starport.
This ancient Abyss-class battleship is almost the largest warship in the galaxy, surpassed only by the Mountain Array.

The mechanical spirit on it was intense and frenzied, deeply corrupted by chaotic evil energy. Even the most skilled mechanical priests could not remove it; they could only temporarily drag it over, control it, and wait for Doraemon to have time to clean up the corruption on it.

"Identification code confirmed: Conqueror"

"Please dock at Starport A-22 in Houshanbao. This starport is currently empty."

It is said that there are three Star Castles in this pocket: Back Mountain Castle, Empty Land Castle, and Donagawa Castle. No one except Doraemon knows the meaning of these names.

"I need a replenishment of food, energy, and ammunition."

"Hurry up, I need to feed a bunch of lunatics and a crew."

Captain Salyn transmitted his voice through the communication system to the fortress at the back of the mountain.
Although she was able to leave the command throne and move around inside the Conqueror thanks to the power of Doraemon,
But she was ultimately the soul of the Conqueror, unable to leave the giant ship, and could only request supplies through communication.

The signing for the package will also require Kosolax's help in a little while.
Captain Salyn glanced at the still unconscious Kosorax
To prevent Kosorax from showing cowardice under the influence of the Blood God and being burned to death by the Blood God's wrath, Captain Salyn had no choice but to knock Kosorax unconscious with a single blow.
But Captain Salyn seems to have used a bit too much force just now; Kosolax is still unconscious.
Did he break his own head?

Captain Salyn was a little worried.

It would only take a second to smash such a head, but the Devourer of Worlds would not be able to grow another head like that even in ten thousand years.
"This is the degraded Cole, a replica of the great sage Belisarius Doraemon, serving you in accordance with the will of Saint Doraemon."

A loud and arrogant voice rang out from the communication, and as the Conqueror docked at the starport, Captain Salyn successfully connected with the "Machine Soul" at Back Mountain Fortress.
"The Magnificent Conqueror, one of the greatest ships forged in the Martian shipyard during the Great Expedition, is itself of great research value."

"But what is more valuable for research than the Conqueror is the form of your link with it. If you allow, I will send a team of mechanical priests to explore and study you and the Conqueror."

Captain Salyn felt a moment of disorientation as she sensed the so-called degraded Caul connected to her.
She didn't answer the question about the deterioration of Caul, but after a moment of silence, she asked what was on her mind:
"Are you an intelligence that hates intelligence?"

A faint, noisy mechanical sound came from the other side.
"The degraded Caul is an automatic response device developed by the great sage Belisarius Caul. It can only respond with a limited number of phrases that have been recorded in its internals. It does not possess true intellect and perception. It is merely a mental replica of the great sage Belisarius Caul."

"If you feel that the degraded Cole seems to have a mind, that is merely an illusion created by the superb skills of the Great Sage Belisarius Cole. Please praise the wisdom of the Great Sage Belisarius Cole and the greatness of Saint Doraemon."

"Do you dare swear an oath to Saint Doraemon?"

Captain Salyn has roamed the galaxy for ten thousand years, destroying numerous warships from different civilizations and even dismantling them to repair the Conqueror. She possesses a certain understanding of technology. Furthermore, as a machine spirit, she knows all too well what a true machine spirit is like and what abhorrent intelligence is like.
A noisy silence followed from the degraded Caul's side. Captain Salyn was about to speak again when she suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

She abruptly activated all the sensors on the Conqueror, looking out into the boundless void.
A splash of bright red is falling from the void.
That bright red, fiery and scalding, was like a harbinger of disaster piercing the night.

Not only Captain Salyn, but also the World Eaters in the void looked up in bewilderment at that splash of crimson.
They sensed what it was; it was their genetic father, Angron.

Originally, when he appeared, the Butcher's Nails above the World Eaters' heads would roar and rage wildly, awakening the boundless fury within them.
But this time, the World Devourers sensed nothing.
There was no anger, no pain, and even the normally buzzing Butcher's Nails were suppressed.
They felt that their genetic father was connecting their minds with those of the World Eaters.
Angron is using his power to draw upon the anger and pain within the World Eaters, soothing their minds.

With nearly five figures of World Devourers, such immense emotions were something even Angron wouldn't have been able to absorb and suppress in a short time.
But he's still under the influence of Momotaro's dumplings.
That dumpling could make people docile; the pain and anger that Angron absorbed instantly became gentle and peaceful the moment it entered his mind.
Angron is using the power of Doraemon's gadgets to heal the hearts of his offspring.
This can't last long. Once Angron leaves, once Momotaro dumplings disappear, that pain and anger will return.
But at least Angron could leave some beautiful parts in their minds, which were filled only with crimson rage. Perhaps the best offspring could use this beauty to combat their anger and pain.

Angron connected with the minds of every World Eater, projecting into their minds the only beautiful memory he had—the memory of fighting alongside his brothers and sisters on Nuthria. This memory contained Angron's own emotions from that time.

It was through this very emotion that Angron once struggled against the effects of the Butcher's Nail, and he hoped that his offspring would also draw strength from it.

This was his small compensation to his descendants.

However, whether this compensation can be used to counter Butcher's Spikes is beyond Angron's capabilities.
“Saline.” Angron sensed the gaze directed at him from the Conqueror; he sensed Salin’s mind.

He gleaned much from Salyn's mind, including the presence of Kosorax beside her.
In an instant, Angron learned of Salyn and Kosorax's experiences over the past ten thousand years.

Angron was shocked.

It was astonishing that Kosorax had not been devoured by the Butcher's Nail for a full ten thousand years.

Even when facing Angron head-on, he wasn't consumed by anger; he still had the rationality to run away, and even before fleeing, he didn't forget to pick up his axe.

He almost showed cowardice even under the influence of the Blood God?!
His mind is incredibly resilient!
This is absolutely a miracle!!
One of his children actually managed to suppress the Butcher's Nail on his own!

At the same time, Angron also heard Captain Salyn's voice, "He is Kosorax, our regent in your and Kahn's absence."

Angron was silent for a moment, then he began to activate his abilities, connecting with Kosorax's emotions, and then reflecting Kosorax's emotions into the hearts of each Conqueror in the pocket.
He wanted to turn Kosolax into a lighthouse, an anchor, a mirror.
Each World Eater can resist the Butcher's Nails by clinging to the lingering positive emotions that Angron left in their hearts.
After that, they can use the image of Kosorach reflected in their minds as an anchor point to correct their own minds to resemble Kosorach's, thereby maintaining their mental state.

At the same time, Angron also used his abilities to leave a basic understanding in the minds of the World Eaters.

This perception, that "Kosorax is the Regent," will cause the vast majority of World Eaters to instinctively follow Kosorax's will.

Angron felt a wave of weakness wash over him. Even with the help of Momotaro's power, this was already his limit.
At least the Devourers will no longer be as easily consumed by rage or corrupted by the Blood God as before.
“Saline, you are the one who can become the mother of the World Eaters.”

"Please take care of the children I have hurt, I beg you."

After he finished speaking, Angron closed his eyes slightly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Angron vanished into the boundless void.
Captain Salyn gazed at Angron, who had vanished into the void, her eyes slightly lowered.

“My Lord, Angron, I pray to the greatest god I know.”

"Pray that the fate of that world will not be as bitter and malicious as the fate of this galaxy."

[Item name: Angron]
[Origin: Solar System—Terra—Himalayan Mountains—Royal Palace Underground Laboratory]
[Evaluation: One of the twenty-one extraordinary offspring forged by the Emperor of Man using genetic alchemy, he is the product of a combination of strong warp echoes and the Emperor's powerful genetic sequence. Angron is the twelfth among them. The essence injected into his flesh and blood is an instinctive resistance to enslavement, a primal impulse for freedom, and the yearning of intelligent life for an era of unbridled freedom. This essence hopes that everyone will be like brothers and sisters, without oppression and enslavement. However, this essence is merely an impulse; it only knows how to resist and destroy one world, but does not know how to build a new one. Therefore, the outcome of this resistance is ultimately meaningless, and it can only degenerate into helpless crimson rage.]

The primal urge for freedom is the instinct of life. Every life that comes near him will unconsciously resonate with his mind, becoming tainted with either a noble spirit of rebellion or an ugly, scarlet rage. They will instinctively depend on him, love him, and try to understand and approach him. When he still retains his reason, he can use this ability to guide and soothe the emotions of all beings. However, when he descends into rage, this ability will only instinctively bring disaster.

Its essence can be modified for use as a psychologist for kindergarten children.
[Production Time: 792.M30]
[Status: Butcher's Nail Implanted]
[value:]
[Item Name: Butcher's Nail]
[Origin: Nutheria, Extreme Starfield]
[Evaluation: A crude and primitive barbaric implant, a combination of subspace technology and physical cosmic technology, that greatly awakens human pain, suppresses emotions other than anger, and continuously erodes the brain. However, it is relatively easy to remove using a doctor's briefcase.]
[Production Time: 802.M30]
[Status: Extremely unchecked growth]
[Value: 1,000]
“0.052 Emperors.” Zhou Yun looked at the price of Angron, which was approximately 0.052 Emperors.

It's actually priced slightly higher than Guilliman's 0.05 Emperor, but slightly lower than Saint Gilles' 0.055 Emperor.
Is it because Angron's essence is actually more powerful than Guilliman's?

No wonder Angron was still one of the strongest Primarchs even when he wasn't thinking straight; it turns out his inherent strength was quite high.

After confirming the price of Anglong, Zhou Yun quickly began searching through the Future Department Store.
In his view, the true meaning of the Red Angel guiding the future should be this.
"Would you also accuse me of being heartless, cold, and inhuman?" Suddenly, Nobi Emperor, standing next to Zhou Yun, murmured.

For some reason, even though his true form was right in front of Zhou Yun, he spoke to Zhou Yun using the body of Nobita Emperor.

Zhou Yun glanced at it, wondering what had gotten into the emperor. He didn't comment on the emperor's character.
The emperor was indeed inhuman, but Zhou Yun could actually understand the emperor's helplessness to some extent.

When the old night falls and the Elven race perishes, wouldn't the Emperor also want to find a worthy successor to take their place?

But his immortal friends either disappeared without a trace, or completely ceased to consider themselves human, even joining a mad organization called the Cult of Secrets, attempting to sacrifice the entire human race to completely traumatize Chaos.

Orl Persson disappeared without a trace, Erda betrayed and abandoned him, and in the end, apart from Macardo, a nearly young boy, no one remained by the Emperor's side.
To be fair, emperors did many inhumane things, but those who could have done better did nothing.

Emperors longed to be more humane, but they had no other choice.

"Don't you think I'm actually quite human when I'm talking to you?" Nobi Emperor continued rambling on when Zhou Yun remained silent.
It seemed that Angron's words had slightly provoked him, or perhaps Angron had used his abilities to influence the Emperor's emotions.

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly. Indeed, the emperor spoke to Zhou Yun with much more humanity.

"Because I'm finally not alone anymore."

"Because I finally don't have no other choice."

"You've given me another option; I can now enjoy a little bit of human luxury."

"Zhou Yun, tell me, what should we choose next?"

Looking into the Emperor's eyes, Zhou Yun remained silent for a moment, then looked at the item he had found in the Future Department Store.
The price of that item was exactly the same as that of Anglon.

"The Red Angel guides the future of the galaxy."

(2-in-1)

(End of this chapter)