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

Chapter 550 Lena's Book

Grena felt almost suffocated, staring in disbelief at the sleeping figure in the robe.
His round face was serene, his expression gentle, his body unmarked, and his breathing long and steady, as if he were truly asleep with his eyes closed, as if he would truly wake up at any moment.
This was so sudden, so unexpected. Grena was completely unprepared when she suddenly found herself face to face with the sacred body of Saint Doraemon.

There were no solemn ceremonies, no complicated reviews.
There wasn't even a single guard around!
There's even a 10,000-strong Imperial Guard in the Emperor's throne room!

Is Doraemon's sleeping place really that simple?!

This completely stunned Grena; she was momentarily speechless and unsure how to react.
But just seeing that Doraemon's body was intact, unlike the Emperor's, which was incomplete and damaged, and did not seem to have fallen into a deep sleep due to incurable wounds, a glimmer of hope was instantly ignited in Grena's heart.

For a moment, Grena even began to explain to herself why there were no guards nearby.
Perhaps it's because Saint Doraemon is truly just asleep and can wake up at any time, and under Saint Doraemon's great power, whether or not he has a protector makes no difference.
This idea excited Greline.

The girl, whose body was covered in light burns, slowly raised her head, revealing her face to Greline.
It was a pretty face, not exceptionally beautiful. The features were regular, but the skin still had some imperfections, not perfect. Overall, it possessed a simple, ordinary, and comfortable beauty that made people feel comfortable at first glance. Looking at this face did not make people feel burdened; it only evoked an instinctive sense of closeness.

This woman's physique showed signs of training, but it didn't detract from her overall harmony; on the contrary, it made her appear very healthy.
She looked to be in her early twenties, but in this galaxy, it's actually quite difficult to judge someone's age by their appearance.

The inhabitants of the lower hives in hive cities generally age faster, while the nobles often undergo life-extending techniques, physical adjustments, and even some degree of biological modification.
For example, Gretina is actually over eighty years old, but she looks like she's only in her forties or fifties.

Battle nuns generally age more slowly, supposedly due to their fervent faith, or perhaps due to their special training methods.

More than age and appearance, what truly attracted Greline was the woman's eyes.

The woman's eyes were much brighter than ordinary people's, as if the brilliance of a star had once ignited in her pupils, and a wisp of flame still remained within them.
Being looked at by that gaze caused Grena a burning pain, as if her past and even her future had been seen through.

Greta Guilliman.

The woman, her body covered in burn marks, softly uttered the name Grena had almost forgotten:

"Your ancestor was the cousin of Connor Guilliman, the adoptive father of Primarch Robert Guilliman, and also inherited the surname now given to the Primarch."

"For the past ten thousand years, your family has always been the most illustrious noble family in Macurag, and you are the sole heir of one of them."

"But you chose to give up and donate your wealth, and after joining the Church of St. Doraemon, you built the first St. Doraemon Temple, and were among the first believers to be inspired by St. Doraemon."

In just a few words, the woman recounted Greline's past.

Greline's ancestor was King Connor's cousin, and King Connor was Robert Guilliman's adoptive father. Therefore, Greline shares the same surname as the original Robert Guilliman.
This is why Greline's family is one of the most powerful families in the entire Macurag, and Greline is the heir of one of its branches.

However, after joining the Church of St. Doraemon, Grena almost never mentioned her illustrious family background or that she shared the same surname as the original owner of the body for decades. Yet, this woman with burn scars accurately described Grena's past the moment she met her.
Grena was shocked again, and she almost immediately knelt down before the woman and the divine body of Saint Doraemon.

"Madam, I am just a humble believer, like many believers, who have been saved by Saint Gilles and learned the teachings of Saint Doraemon from Saint Gilles."

Grena said modestly, while also asking the girl in front of her about her identity.
"Who exactly are you?" Grena asked, looking up at the burned girl.

"I am just an ordinary battle nun, trained under the Great Sister Magda, and now trusted by the Emperor and Saint Doraemon, I am here to guard Saint Doraemon's sleeping body."

Grena swallowed slightly as she listened to the girl's words.
She certainly didn't believe the girl was just an ordinary fighting nun; she was thinking of the contents of "Doraemon's Bible: The Rena Book."
The "Lena Book," handwritten by the pure-hearted Lena herself, is the thinnest and simplest of the Doraemon Bible books. It's essentially a collection of stories, which is why it's so beloved by children.
But Grena did not underestimate the Book of Grena. She believed that great wisdom was hidden in the book's simple words, and that it recorded a series of experiences when Doraemon was born in Asford.

Grena vaguely sensed that the woman before her seemed to be the one recorded in the Book of Grena.
Grena's heart pounded, and she knelt before the woman with even greater devotion.

“But Grena, your heart is filled with hesitation and doubt,” the woman said softly.

Grena's heart nearly stopped for a moment. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she stammered as she spoke:
"Madam, I trust everything Saint Doraemon says. Our Lord has proven with irrefutable facts that he is the new savior of mankind after the Emperor." "But, Madam, Saint Doraemon has been silent for a long time. I think even the great sage Belisarius Doraemon is filled with fear."

"I understand that fear. My family has inherited some history from ten thousand years ago, how similar it is to the Emperor and Doraemon."

"But lady, what terrifies me even more is not Doraemon's slumber."

“I have visited many planets and landed on many planets during my pilgrimages. I have witnessed with my own eyes that the state religions on many planets have degenerated into institutions of corruption, hedonism and oppression of the common people, becoming swollen tumors pressing down on humanity.”

"I fear that if Saint Doraemon remains silent for ten thousand years like the Emperor, will our Saint Doraemon Church also degenerate into that state?"

"No." The woman's answer was even more resolute and certain than Gretina had imagined.

She gently put down her needlework, then stood up and gently helped Grerina to her feet, leading her to Doraemon's bedside.
Doraemon's face was clearly displayed before Greline.
That face was calm, yet it inexplicably conveyed a sense of hope.
“He is different,” the woman with burn scars said softly. “He is completely different from the emperor.”

"He is our final savior, because when He awakens, everything will be saved by Him. At that time, we will no longer need to pray to anyone or beg anyone, because the bright and rational 22nd century will be born then."

"Doraemon will never leave us until that moment arrives. He will eventually wake up, he will surely wake up, he is about to wake up."

The woman's tone was firm and unwavering; her faith and will were so strong that Grena was awestruck and couldn't help but be moved by her resilience.

"I'm about to wake up. Is this your prophecy?" Grena couldn't help but ask.

"This is an inevitable fact," the woman said, her eyes lowered, in an almost unquestionable tone.

Grena felt her very soul tremble. The woman's words transformed into scorching sparks that pierced Grena's mind, instantly burning away all the confusion and gloom that had accumulated during her long pilgrimage.

A strong hope ignited in her heart, and she desperately wanted to share this hope with other believers.
The woman, covered in burns, watched Grena leave and sighed softly.

She gently rubbed her temples.

The burned woman possesses a certain level of psychic abilities, but she is not skilled in mental psychic manipulation. She is particularly adept at prophecy, followed by divine words and fire manipulation, while her mental abilities are not as proficient as her telekinesis abilities.

While not to the extent of Lena's seductive voice exploding in the head, every time she uses her mental energy, she inadvertently leaves a burn on people's minds, easily causing them to develop fanatical tendencies.

That's Grena's situation. But it's not necessarily a bad thing.
In the prophecy seen by the burned woman, Grena's preaching will greatly eliminate the hesitation and doubt in the hearts of Doraemon's followers, making them more hopeful and eagerly anticipating Doraemon's return.
The waves that gather in this subspace will be more beneficial to Doraemon's mind.
"Another ordinary believer!!"

A sharp, cunning voice rang out in the monastery, its tone filled with boredom and disdain:

"We haven't caught any fish this year! Even the red snapper aren't falling for our tricks anymore!"

"I'm going to be laughed at by those damn clowns again!"

The burned woman listened to the cunning voice without saying a word, but simply turned her head to look at the bed behind her.
The round, blue metallic body on the bed stirred slightly, a cunning smile flashing across its round face.

Then, with a whoosh, the figure resembling Doraemon jumped up from the bed.

(End of this chapter)