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

Chapter 551 Three Years of Sleeping with a Pillow, It's Really True!

Suddenly, Doraemon threw off the blanket covering him, jumped out of bed, and twirled in mid-air.

He reached out his round hand, grabbed the blanket, and wrapped it around himself, his figure undergoing a strange transformation.
Blue light emanated from his body, from which shattered crystals, twisted lightning, and ever-changing storms emerged. Then, the blanket he had pulled up transformed into a cloak and hood, covering the ever-changing, amorphous object.
At the same time, a burning golden shackle suddenly appeared from his neck, tightly gripping his throat. The chains binding the shackle extended into the void, held in an unknown hand.

The Myriad Transformations of the Young Master. The Human Empire's Two Capitals, Five Star Domains, and Millions of Worlds are on my shoulders. The Emperor's Prisoner. A Deputy Prime Minister in Disguise. Bait Number One. The Spirit of Transformation, on the bed, revealed what might have been his own form.
After all, almost no one knew what a transformation spirit was; even he himself had forgotten.

Sometimes he claims to be just an ordinary fearsome demon, while at other times he displays power far exceeding that of the myriad transformation demon lords.
Sometimes people speculate that he might be a manifestation of a portion of Tzeentch's power, while other times they believe he is a special being that naturally arose from Tzeentch's Realm of Transformation.
He is the embodiment of deception, concealment, and reckless interference. He can transform into any being except Tzeentch, and can even use this to deceive and mislead other dark gods.
The shapeshifter is irrational, unpredictable, and can be loyal or betrayal; its only concern is creating chaos.
If Tzeentch hadn't remembered the original appearance of the Shapeshifter and kept it a secret as a means of controlling it, the Shapeshifter wouldn't have cared about deceiving, tricking, betraying, and manipulating the true form of the Lord of All Shapeshifters.

For this reason, alter psychics are, if not infamous, certainly universally disliked in the warp, much like Talazin is to the undead, the Deceiver to the celestials, and the Emperor to the warp.

Apart from Tzeentch, the other three gods wished they could tear the Alien to pieces to avenge the Alien stealing Slaanesh's hair, stealing Nurgle the Father, and stuffing Nurgle under Khorne's ass.

However, the Shapeshifter's prank backfired last time.
He had originally lurked in Ryan El-Johnson's mind, intending to trick the Lion, but he never expected that the real mastermind was the Emperor. The Emperor hooked the Shapeshifter with a single stroke, captured him, put him in shackles, and temporarily made him his own.

The shapeshifting spirit chuckled strangely as it floated in the air, seemingly unrestrained.
"Young lady Jeanne, you're getting better and better at lying."

"Interested in betraying the Emperor and finding new employment in our Crystal Labyrinth?"

Jeanne lowered her eyes slightly, picked up her needle and thread and continued sewing the battle flag in her hand, while saying in a clear voice, "Everything I said is true. The Emperor and Doraemon taught us not to lie."

"You might as well say that Tzeentch taught you not to lie!" the Shapeshifter chuckled strangely.

This monastery was indeed a lie; it was a trap to lure out and kill those who dared to harm the sleeping Doraemon.

There are many traps like this on Terra, one after another.
But aside from catching one or two Khorne monsters and a few Khorne princes each year, I've never caught any big fish.
Slaanesh and Nurgle had established a degree of cooperation with Saint Doraemon; the two gods only occasionally sent people to probe Saint Doraemon's situation.

The Lord of Change wouldn't fall for such a simple trick. The Shapeshifter was specifically designed to lure Him, but Tzeentch acted as if he didn't care about the Shapeshifter at all, as if he hadn't even noticed it had disappeared.
Only Khorne, relentlessly and persistently, managed to wipe out the Khorne cultists who had been entrenched on Terra for tens of thousands of years.

This wasn't because Khorne was stupid, but because ever since the Blood God chose to accept scars as an indispensable part of war, his servants seemed to have become increasingly inclined to a strategy of exchanging wounds for wounds, even when they knew it was a trap, they still tried to break through all defenses with brute force.
Unfortunately, in Terra's fishing pond, not only are the baits of the Alien level, but the hooks are also all highly specialized.
The shadows shifted slightly, and a figure clad in black armor, wearing a raven helmet, and wielding a large-caliber steel needle sniper rifle emerged from them.

Nikonna Salokin, the Raven of Death
“I pray that what you say is true,” Sharokin said in a very soft voice.

Jeanne tilted her head slightly, revealing a slightly confused expression: "Lord Salokin, if Doraemon could bring you back from the dead, why do you doubt that He can't bring you back from your slumber?"

“There was once a man who saved many people, but he couldn’t save himself and his sons,” Sharokin replied softly.

Jeanne did not answer. Sarokin's words could refer to either the Emperor or the Raven King.
"There once was such a being who brought us hope and led us on our expeditions with the Primarchs."

“There was once such a person who did things that were nothing short of miraculous, but he told us that he was not a god.”

"There was once such a being who planned to free people from subspace travel."

"There was once such a being who suddenly disappeared halfway through his expedition."

"There was once such a being, whose disappearance was to obtain a way to save everyone once and for all."

“There was once such a being who walked among us, but eventually fell silent.”

"The same person commissioned someone to carry out a research project for the future; that person was Belisarius Caul."

Sharokin said slowly and softly:
How could everything be so similar?

"How can this not fill me, someone who has experienced these things before, with fear?"

“The one I pity the most is the Great Sage Kaul, who has borne this fate for ten thousand years, and now he will have to bear the same fate for another ten thousand years in fear.”

"We've had so many hopes, but they've all vanished. I pray this time won't be the same."

"Don't be afraid, it's all part of the plan," the shapeshifter chuckled as it hovered in the air. Jeanne turned her head and stared at the shapeshifter with eyes that seemed to burn with tiny flames. The shapeshifter shrank back slightly in fear.

"Lord Sharokin, I have not experienced the Great Expedition and cannot understand your despair, but I have heard Saint Gilles' words: 'Hope remains.'"

Just then, a faint streak of light flashed past Sharokin, revealing the figure of another Astartes who remained in the hermitage.

He is Raffin, a former soldier of the 6th Company of the Holy Blood Angels, and perhaps one of the earliest members chosen by Doraemon's 22nd Chosen Member.

Although Raffin was once just an ordinary soldier in the Sixth Company, he once saw through the conspiracy of the Archdemon Malfurax and the Chaos Inquisitor Remis Stell, retrieved the Archangel's weapon, the Spear of Primarch, and used that Primarch Spear to kill the fake reincarnation of Sangilius.

Furthermore, Rafin, like Mephisto, can control Black Fury to some extent. Also, according to the past and future that Jeanne vaguely sees, Rafin's gene seed comes from Melos, the Holy Blood Angel apothecary from ten thousand years ago, and the modification was completed in the same blood coffin as Melos.
The apothecary Melos was corrupted by the raging flames of the Khorne artifact in place of Saint Gilles, transforming into the Khorne demon known as the "Red Angel."
“I believe hope remains, I believe Doraemon will return,” Raffin said gently. “Even Saint Gilles can return, so what in this galaxy is without hope?”

Sharokin remained silent.
It's not that he doesn't believe in hope.
He had faced many desperate situations, and the purgatory of István V often vaguely appeared in his dreams at night.
Even then, the Raven of Death still had the courage to snipe the Primarch who had betrayed him.
He now felt that everything before him was too familiar, so familiar that it filled him with fear and a sense of dread.
Or, to use the words of some biological sages who study mental illnesses: he has a bit of post-traumatic stress disorder.

Jeanne remained silent. She gently lowered her head, closed her eyes slightly, and silently prayed to Doraemon in her heart.
Compared to Gretina, Jeanne can perceive the existence of Doraemon's dream more clearly.

Furthermore, thanks to the Emperor's past teachings, Jeanne has a rudimentary understanding of Chinese and can barely comprehend the meaning of the words spoken in Doraemon's dreams.

"Twenty-two thousand two hundred and sixteen dreams"

"A time machine to the thirtieth millennium of humankind"

"Rescuing Private Cygnus. Successfully gained the War Marshal's trust."

"With a single sweeping motion, he shattered the Irebas Devon satellite, successfully saving the War General."

"Successfully prevented the Horus Rebellion."

What was the Guilliman Rebellion?

"What do you mean by 'five hundred worlds being swallowed up by a storm of blue and gold'?"

"What do you mean by 'Eternal Chosen Guilliman has reached Terra'?"

"Fortunately, Magnus was stopped from making a psionic phone call."

"What do you mean by Russ's wolf howl piercing through the net in Fenris?"

"Guilliman delivered a fatal blow to Vograf, and Vograf was carried into a stasis field by the Phoenix Guard?"

"What do you mean by cutting off one head and growing two? How come Alpha has so many Primarchs?"

"From Biyang, what does 'five million extreme warriors' mean?"

"What do you mean by saying that the Ultra Warriors are all a collective consciousness connected to Guilliman, the Eternal Chosen?"

"Boarding the Glory of Macurag"

"What do you mean Horus and Saint Gilles were smashed into a pulp by Guilliman's domineering hand?"

"Don't rush, Dorne. Let's get off the ship first before separating Horus and Saint Gilles!"

"The Eternal Chosen Guilliman and the Emperor fought to the very edge of the galaxy, and even the warp was destroyed."

"A three-year-old Netaro pillow, really!"

(End of this chapter)