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

Chapter 540 A Loving Father: The Stingy Emperor Starved My Friend Like This!
Typhons' eyes widened in shock at the sight before him, and he instantly let out a scream.

This is a demon world that he has patiently cultivated for ten thousand years!
He just nurtured it as a gift for his beloved father?!

How did it just disappear in a flash?
Then, with a whoosh, it disappeared.
Ten thousand years, a hundred centuries, all the investment, an entire planet, gone.

Then, fear surged from Typhon's body.
If that being can swallow an entire planet in one gulp, is it possible that it could also swallow the End of the World in the blink of an eye?
Without the slightest hesitation, Typhons immediately rose from his command throne and went to a cracked tree on the bridge that was constantly spewing out thick, rotten sap.
Typhons whispered a prayer to his loving father, and the swarm of destructive bees that had been dwelling in his flesh and bones burst forth, burrowing into the menacing maw of the Split Tree to nourish the tree plucked from Nurgle's Garden.

Then the Fissure Tree convulsed and twisted, and a subspace rift appeared in its mouthparts, reflecting the scene in Nurgle's Garden.
Typhons gritted his teeth, took one last look at the Ender, and then slipped into the warp rift, abandoning the Ender and returning to Nurgle's Garden.

But Typhons had no intention of letting it go so easily.

He was a pioneer of benevolent fatherhood; how could he just abandon the demon world and ships he had painstakingly cultivated?
The scene before Typhon's eyes rippled like water, then coalesced again into a verdant forest in a few seconds.

Typhons stepped inside, feeling the warm, humid air carrying putrid spores that sprayed onto his face, watching his feet sink into the sticky ground.

If it were the old Tuffy, he would probably have felt exhilarated, appreciating the perfect creations of these loving fathers in Nurgle Gardens.

But now, Typhon's first reaction upon entering the garden was to look at the sky with fear.

I fear that those moth wings covered in powdered scales will descend from the sky, snatch me back, and stick me on a flagpole to burn.

Mortarion, that damned cult leader, is in Nurgle Gardens, and has bewitched the Father, gaining his respect and favor.
Fortunately, those terrifying wings of Typhon did not descend.

Perhaps Mortalian was busy with something else, or perhaps he had decided not to take Typhon back this time.

This was certainly not out of kindness from Mortarian.
Mortarian was simply toying with Typhon.
He would appear randomly and unpredictably before Typhon. Sometimes he would appear when Typhon returned to Nurgle Gardens, and sometimes Mortarion would suddenly appear even when Typhon was far away from Nurgle Gardens, seize Typhon, and stick him on a flagpole to burn.
Then he would deliberately let Typhon escape, and so on, playing this cat-and-mouse game with Typhon. He wanted Typhon to be in constant fear.

Typhons hurried through the dense forest and arrived at the black mansion by the lake.

The loving father was humming a tune and stirring his soup in front of his dwelling, while the Spirit Goddess of Life, Isa, sat opposite him, her face pale.
Typhon observed for a moment, and only after confirming that Mortarian was not there did he hurriedly emerge from the woods and approach his loving father.

He immediately knelt down, burying his swollen body deep into the sticky soil, and said sorrowfully to his loving father:

“Great and merciful Father of the Plague, O Most Good and Loving One, I beg you to have mercy on your poor believers.”

"Your poor believer's planet, nurtured over ten thousand years, and his End Ship, have been devoured by a greedy god."

Typhons could, of course, guess who had swallowed the plague planet he had nurtured.
Obviously, the only possibility is that of Saint Doraemon.

"I know." The kind father smiled gently.

"You know?" Typhons looked up in alarm.

The kind father stirred the thick soup a few times and handed the spoon to Tuffons.
The thick soup in the spoon reflected a certain scene.
In the eyes of fear, countless demonic worlds vanished into thin air.
Under Ryan Aljonson's protection, Saint Doraemon was frantically devouring those worlds. A blue ring flashed, and Saint Doraemon stuffed them into the black mouth on his stomach.
Whether it's the demon world of Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, or Slaanesh, none can escape his predation.

Typhons was speechless.

"My friend occupies a portion of the Greed Dissolves domain, so he's a gourmet who loves to eat."

The loving father poured himself a bowl of thick soup and then poured one for Isha, saying:
"He was clearly hungry and wanted something to eat, so how could I, as his friend, not treat him?"

“It must be that the stingy emperor was unwilling to fill my friend’s stomach, leaving him so hungry that he has become thin.”

“Slaanesh said that generosity is a virtue, and that is true in His realm and it is true in ours.”

“But that’s mine,” Typhons said, trembling.

"But didn't you give me that planet?" the loving father asked, somewhat puzzled. "Can't I use it to entertain my friends?"

Typhons gaped, momentarily speechless.
He did indeed offer that plague-ridden planet to the Father in exchange for more blessings, but... however, the Father doesn't usually control those demonic worlds; he only owns them nominally. The owners and administrators of those planets remain Typhon.
“Then my ship,” Typhons said, stunned.

"Ten thousand years ago, you offered it to me too!" The loving father scratched his head in confusion. "Did I remember wrong?"

Typhons was sweating profusely, but dared not continue speaking.
Because ten thousand years ago, he even offered himself to his loving father.

If this continues, he himself might become the dish his loving father serves to his friends.
Zhou Yun had been thinking about how to make a lot of money, especially after discovering that the price of an entire planet or even an entire galaxy wasn't high.

Ordinary planets and galaxies seem to hold little interest in the 22nd century.

The future department store prefers items unique to the Warhammer universe.
So what planets are unique to the Warhammer universe? What planets don't exist in the 22nd century?

It is clearly a demon world, a demon world that has been highly corrupted by the warp and fallen into the warp.
So Zhou Yun greeted Slaanesh and his benevolent father, then went to the Eye of Fear to unleash his skills.

Slaanesh generously told Zhou Yun that he could eat whatever he wanted, and the loving father also patted his belly, saying that Zhou Yun could eat whenever he was hungry without having to ask.

After selling the demon world, Zhou Yun glanced at the deeply corrupted End Ship.

This ancient warship also has a very high reputation. Although it is not a Queen Glory-class battleship, it still has the record of destroying a Raven Guard Queen Glory-class battleship.
The only pity is that this ship has been corrupted too deeply by the benevolent father, and it is difficult to remove. It can only be kept as a collection for now.

Zhou Yun then looked at the long string of numbers representing his savings and nodded in satisfaction.

Before he falls into a deep sleep, all he needs to do is go see Kaul one more time.
(End of this chapter)