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

Chapter 548 And at this time, the sun was at its prime.

The magnificent warship rumbled softly, sounding like a small earthquake to the pilgrims aboard.

The Pilgrimage was not a particularly outstanding ship.
It wasn't a nimble Luna-class cruiser, nor a magnificent space-class cargo ship, nor a secretive merchant cruiser, nor an Ambition-class cruiser exclusive to the wealthy; it was just an ordinary cargo ship.

Cheap, inexpensive, and insignificant, it appears so small and insignificant compared to the vastness of the universe.
Even among a group of cargo ships, the Far Voyage Pilgrim appeared so simple and ordinary.

When Greline was still a Macraglian noblewoman, she sailed among the stars on far more luxurious ships, making brief journeys to paradises or feudal worlds.
But after Saint Gilles rescued her from the clutches of the great plunderers and proclaimed the glory of Saint Doraemon to her, she donated all her wealth and devoted herself to the fervent faith in Saint Doraemon.

Grena was one of the original organizers of the Church of St. Doraemon. She used her own savings to build the first temple dedicated to St. Doraemon, and it was on that quiet night, beneath the magnificent statue of St. Doraemon, that she listened to his teachings.
Grena did not regret giving up her noble status and wealth. On this dilapidated yet faith-filled ship, Grena felt far more content than she had been on a luxurious starship.
She devoutly clenched one hand into a circle, touched the cabin wall, and prayed softly:

"Twenty-two times I praise your name, Saint Doraemon. You were born in the pure and noble twenty-second century of mankind. You are the master of all machines, the hope brought by the gadgets of miracles, and the original driving force of the triple mystery of the god of all machines."

"I beg you, for even the smallest, most imperceptible measure of your magnificent power, to soothe this trembling ship."

Hearing Grerina's prayers, the other pilgrims around her, draped in linen clothes, also knelt down and whispered their prayers along with Grerina.
As Grena prayed, the trembling, dilapidated ship slowly calmed down, and the mechanical spirits within emitted a slight sense of pleasure and exhilaration.

At the same time, Grena felt a wave of dizziness.
She seemed to have fallen into a deep, profound dream.
"Twenty-two thousand two hundred and fourteen dreams"

"Deception is ever-changing; the anti-subspace stance is reversed."

"Void Dragon: Complete Ascension to Godhood"

"The Lord of Darkness is Born"

"If it fails, try again."

Fragmented murmurs echoed in Greline's ears.

She couldn't understand the sounds; the murmurs seemed to be the voices talking to themselves in some ancient way.

But Grena knew whose dream she was experiencing—a dream of Doraemon.
Saint Doraemon, a great being walking among humans, declares that he is not a god, just like the emperors of old.

When humble believers pray to Him sincerely, they can always sense His presence and feel a burning hope in their hearts. When the most dangerous moment arrives, Doraemon will even emerge from behind a red and pink wooden door to save His poor believers.

But at some point in the past, prayer could no longer perceive Doraemon's clear, bright, and humorous will; it could only sense one long, illusory dream after another.

In that dream, Doraemon seemed to be repeating and wandering again and again, searching for an answer, but in the end, all he found was a deep darkness and utter desolation.

And Doraemon himself never appeared in reality again.
Even the most sincere prayers and the most dangerous situations cannot summon Saint Doraemon. Nobita, the incarnation of Saint Doraemon, does occasionally appear. Apart from Nobita, only a tall, hooded man leads a group of mysterious Astartes, also hooded, to fight evil in the name of Doraemon and the Emperor.
This naturally caused panic, with countless devout believers sobbing in the dead of night, like pitiful children without their parents.
They all considered an incredibly sad possibility.

Saint Doraemon embarked on a path similar to that of the Emperor, disappearing into the Milky Way, no longer walking among mortals, no longer existing among all living beings.

This could cause countless believers to weep and tremble, fearing that they have made the same mistake as people ten thousand years ago, forcing Doraemon to sacrifice himself for humanity.

Until the great sage Belisarius Caul and the members of the Mechanicus wandered the galaxy, bringing divine messages to believers throughout the stars,
Saint Doraemon is only temporarily asleep; in his long dream, he seeks the answer to saving the galaxy and humanity.

The day He awakens will be the day He returns with that answer, the day hope is rekindled in the galaxy.
He will awaken one day; humanity only needs to wait with hope, without fear or panic. Saint Doraemon will never abandon His followers. However, as a high-ranking member of the Saint Doraemon Church, one of its initial founders, and one of the first followers to receive divine revelation from Saint Doraemon, Grerina was fortunate enough to board the Explorer King and personally meet the great sage, Belisarius Doraemon.
In that enormous laboratory, Grena met a group of sages from the Mechanicus Order, Martian Forging General Uura, and the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon.
At that time, these mechanical priests were buried in a large amount of wire, reddish-pink wood, and stacks of blueprints, their faces simultaneously filled with exhaustion, pain, and extreme excitement. Although it sounds strange, Grena had known some extremely hedonistic nobles, and those nobles had pretty much the same expression on their faces after a seven-day, seven-night silver party.

Grena had glimpsed the figure of the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon a few times from afar; even then, his appearance was extremely inhuman.
But whether it was just her imagination or not, the Great Sage that Greline saw on the Explorer King seemed even uglier than before.

Even while talking to Grena, the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon didn't look up from among the wires and wood, but simply assured Grena in a low voice that Saint Doraemon would return.

Grena actually knows Belisarius Doraemon the Great Sage very well.
She used to read the "Doraemon Bible" every day and night, and this Bible contained the "Book of Belisarius" written by the great sage Belisarius Cole himself.
The book "The Book of Belisarius" interprets the thoughts of Belisarius dora Cole, which is full of his views on technology, intelligence and innovation. However, the sentence that has the greatest impact on the entire church is "When our Lord comes down to earth as a man and declares 'I am not God,' we should only believe in faith, because what the Lord says is the truth."

This statement greatly influenced the Church of St. Doraemon, making it distinctly different from the state religion.

For example, when someone says that the emperor is a god, the followers of the state religion will say that this is self-evident and self-evident.
When someone claims that Saint Doraemon is a god, Doraemon devotees will clench their fists and slap the idiot's face, demanding, "Who are you calling a god?! Who are you calling a god?! Who are you calling a god?!"

Grena fully understood the wisdom in the guidance of the great sage Belisarius Doraemon.
Believers should completely believe what their object of faith says. If the object of faith claims that it is not God, then whatever God says is true.

But this time, when the great sage Belisarius Doraemon mentioned that Saint Doraemon would eventually return, there was a barely perceptible hesitation in his tone.

Grena keenly sensed that hesitation, and further, she sensed the fear within the soul of the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon.
Even this great sage was filled with fear—fear that Doraemon would never return, fear that he would suffer the same fate as the Emperor.

Grena silently departed the Explorer King. She didn't voice the fear she felt from the Great Sage Belisarius Doraemon, but instead proclaimed to the believers that Saint Doraemon would return and that hope would endure forever.

Then she boarded the pilgrimage ship and embarked on her pilgrimage to Terra.
The situation in the warp is currently very bad; cargo ships like the Pilgrim's Voyage can only traverse the stars via short warp voyages.

While not like those pilgrimage ships that lack even warp engines, requiring the long journey of dozens of generations, it still takes a lifetime to travel.

How long has Gretina been on her journey?
Ten years? That should have been over long ago.

Twenty years? Perhaps it has already passed.

Thirty years? Maybe even longer.

Having drifted through subspace time and again, they had long since lost any basic concept of time.
The hardships endured during this process are beyond words.
If it weren't for the time I spent traveling with the 184th Regiment of the Cardia in the most chaotic warp,
If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a mist during the intrusion of the cunning villains, and the emergence of hooded figures from the mist to exorcise the demons...

If it weren't for the fact that Doraemon's faith in the spirit pirates led them to give him some face when they encountered him by chance,
If it weren't for the fact that we encountered the polite and elegant Phoenix Sons Warband when we were almost attacked by the Chaos Warband,
The Pilgrim's Voyage has probably long since disappeared among the stars.
They truly deserve gratitude to all the loyal followers who helped them along the way, and thanks to Doraemon and the Emperor for their protection.
After a long journey, they finally arrived in Terra.
Grena's body trembled slightly as she gazed at the planet before her, overwhelmed with indescribable emotion.
At first glance, this planet seems unremarkable; from the perspective of the entire galaxy, the third arm where it is located is a remote place.
But at this moment, this planet is the center of any star map. This planet is great because of human expansion. From the solar system to the Five Hundred Worlds, from Baal to Makula, every human being praises the glory of this planet.

"Tyra."

A serene smile spread across Grena's wrinkled face. She recalled a passage from the thickest volume of the Doraemon Bible, the Guilliman Book: when Saint Doraemon stood on the moon gazing at Terra, he said...
"By the time Terra was rediscovered, humans had become very different from their ancestors."

In the *Doraemon Bible: The Book of Saint Gilles*, the archangel provides a commentary on this sentence:
"And at this time the sun is in its prime."

The sun's rays shone on the voyage of pilgrims, and also on Greline's face.

Just as it did four thousand years ago, when the radiance shone on the face of Greline's ancestors.

(End of this chapter)