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

Chapter 563 Plankton's Robot
In the warp, Forgrim's palms ached from the burning pride of Fugen, and a strong sense of disgust prevented him from entering this pure, uncorrupted body.
As Forgrim had predicted, no matter how humble and polite his clone pretended to be, he was essentially just like Forgrim—an extremely proud person.

To Forgrim's surprise, Forgrim was too proud, so proud that he looked down on Forgrim and despised him, preferring death to sharing his body with him.

Fugen believed that Forgrim's corruption stemmed from his imperfections, while he himself was destined for perfection. How could someone as flawless as him possibly share a body with a filthy, flawed failure? Forgrim was unworthy.

Furthermore, Fugen believed that Forgrim's corruption stemmed not only from his imperfections, but also from his lack of pride.
How could a truly proud person allow a mere demon to possess his body? To allow a mere demon to dictate to him? To allow a mere demon to control him and kill Feralus?

Fugrim was still not perfect enough, not proud enough.
Fugen's nose twitched slightly, his face contorted with disgust, his thin lips pressed together in a chilling manner, and his violet eyes, fixed on Fugen, held nothing but utter contempt.

It was as if an elegant nobleman was looking down on a lowly prostitute, as if a noble emperor was looking down on a beggar on the roadside.
He was so proud that he even despised his imperfect self.

Fugrim let out a sharp howl. He was hurt by that look, and an uncontrollable rage welled up inside him. He no longer craved to possess the body; instead, he wanted to tear this ridiculous clone apart.

But he sensed Slaanesh's gaze. The Lord of Thirst was increasingly fond of the clone. The more proud Fuggen was, the more the Lord of Thirst coveted it, and the less he would allow Fuggen to destroy it.

Fugrim gritted his teeth, forced to temporarily sink back into the warp tides. He had already sensed that Saint Gilles was looking at him.
You might as well die here!
Fugram hissed and cursed, then his voice quickly faded from Fugram's ears.

"I will not die! I am destined to be perfect! I will not die here!" Fugen's face was twisted and ferocious.
How could he die here? He was destined for perfection, destined for flawlessness; even Saint Gilles was not worthy to kill him.

He was absolutely convinced of this, but reality seemed to be contradicting him.
Saint Gilles' spear became increasingly deadly and dangerous, and gradually Fuggen was unable to withstand it.
With a flick of his spear, Saint Gilles deflected the Brokensmith from Fogrim's grasp, the sharp spearhead aimed straight for Fogrim's throat.

"I will not die! You are not worthy to kill me!" Fugen roared until his last breath.

Saint Gilles' spear stopped at Fugen's throat, a little blood trickling from the tip, but it ultimately failed to pierce Fugen's throat.

“You’re right, he won’t fall from grace anytime soon,” Saint Gilles said softly, as if he were talking to someone he couldn’t see.

Saint Gilles gently retracted the spearhead. He could sense that the Lord of Thirst was becoming impatient. If Saint Gilles moved the spearhead forward even slightly, the Lord of Thirst would not be able to resist stepping in to protect Fugen.

"Depending on future circumstances, the probability of him falling is roughly 50/50, but until that moment arrives, he will remain pure." A figure suddenly teleported to Saint Gilles' side.

The figure appeared to be an ordinary person, wearing a glove and carrying the Endless One Tarashin, who had just disappeared to who knows where.

“It’s not because he’s particularly loyal, but simply because his pride is even more extreme than that of Fugrim back then,” Saint Gilles said softly and helplessly.

“I’m not proud, I just crave perfection.” Fugen gently rubbed the wound on his throat; the Primarch’s inhuman healing abilities had healed his wound in a short time.

The Primarch's keen senses and sharp mind quickly made him realize that everything Saint Gilles had just done was a test, forcing Foulgen to make a life-or-death decision.
Fugen was slightly displeased with this test, but at the same time he was somewhat proud of having passed Saint Gilles' trial.

However, Fugen concealed all these emotions behind a humble and gentle smile.

He turned his gaze to the seemingly mortal being: "You must be Saint Doraemon. I have heard of your deeds twenty-two times among the stars."

"I am not questioning your judgment. I will never fall into depravity. I only pursue the ultimate perfection, and the path to perfection cannot be degraded."

Zhou Yun did not react to Fu Gen's words at all, but said in a calm tone: "Macado once said that the pursuit of perfection is destined to be a tragedy, destined to slide into an imperfect ending, and the more obsessively you pursue perfection, the greater the backlash will be."

“I humbly listen to your teachings and will take them to heart.” Fugen did not refute Zhou Yun, but simply smiled and nodded, seemingly accepting Zhou Yun's instruction: “If you are worried about my betrayal, why not let me follow you and Saint Gilles, and let trials test my loyalty and purity—”

“Alright.” Zhou Yun nodded slightly, agreeing directly to Fu Gen: “The furnace-breaker is yours too.”

Fukugen was stunned. He had prepared many arguments, but he hadn't expected that this Saint Doraemon would agree so directly and simply.
It was as if he knew from the beginning what Fugen was going to say.

“Gabriel, come and explain to Saint Gilles why the Forgebreaker is in your hands.” Zhou Yun casually tossed Tarasin to Anlakel’s side, speaking to Gabriel, who was stuck in the pit and unable to get up.

The two Blood Ravens rushed forward and carried Gabriel out of the pit. The Blood Ravens' chapter leader did not reiterate the claim that this was an ancestral relic of the Blood Ravens, but instead recounted in detail how the Blood Ravens obtained this relic.

"One of our ships encountered a warp storm while traversing the warp, and the entire ship was swept into orbit on a demon world filled with various demon engines and mechanical constructs, and locked onto by various anti-orbital firepower from the demon world."

"In order to escape, they had to risk teleporting in the warp and were unexpectedly teleported into a fortress at the heart of this demon world."

"Our soldiers, with their skillful concealment and stealth techniques, successfully dispersed and hid in the fortress, lying in wait for several months. One of the soldiers happened to climb along the electrical network and reach a secret laboratory."

"This laboratory is strange. There are no weapons of war in it, just this Broken Hammer, various odd parts, and an unfinished female robot."

"The warrior recognized the warhammer as the Forgebreaker—our Blood Raven warriors are always knowledgeable about history—he triggered the alarm system in the laboratory, and in a moment of panic, he carried the Forgebreaker and the unfinished female robot and ran away."

"This caused chaos throughout the entire demon world. Fortunately, those warriors were the elite of the Blood Raven. Taking advantage of the chaos, they cooperated with each other to help cover some of the warriors as they recaptured the ship and escaped the demon world with the Furnace Breakers."

"You mean you infiltrated Perturabo's demon world, hid in his fortress, remained undetected for months, stole the Forgebreaker, and successfully brought it back despite the sacrifice of some warriors?"

Fugen's tone was one of great surprise:
"Could you actually be the offspring of Corax? I can already imagine the awkward little face Peturabo makes when he finds out you've escaped."

As he said this, Fugen's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a somewhat sarcastic and mocking expression.

His expression was so subtle that it instantly made everyone present feel that he was an interesting and easy-going person.

Saint Gilles lowered his eyes slightly: "Even Vulcan often frightened mortals or children because of his size."

“Only you, only Fogrem, are so beloved and trusted by mortals. Even young children can laugh in your presence. How could Fogrem, who once made little girls sit on his shoulders and laugh, have become like this?”

Saint Gilles' words made Fugen's smile fade slightly: "I will not repeat the same mistake."

“I pray that so, and then I will truly call you brother.” Saint Gilles nodded slightly.

The two then turned their gaze to Gabriel, signaling him to continue.

"Our ship successfully brought the Breaker back to the Omniscient Mystery, but this also angered the Iron Warriors and Peturabo."

“For decades, we have been hunted. Peturabo’s rage terrified us; his hatred for us was beyond imagination. I can never forget his roaring face.”

“This?” Fugen raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had sensed something was wrong. “You mean, even after decades, Peturabo still shows extreme anger towards you?”

This also made Saint Gilles sense something was wrong; the two Primarchs knew Peturabo.
“Petulab is a very conflicted person. He might show anger for a moment when he finds out his hammer has been stolen, but he will quickly suppress it. If you are just the ones who stole his forge, he will not show any lasting hatred or anger towards you.”

“Even if he really hates you, he will only say that he hunted you down as a form of punishment.”

Fugen explained softly, his confusion undiminished:
"Could it be that you are actually the sons of Dorne?"

Gabriel Angelos looked completely bewildered.

"It's because of this." Just then, Zhou Yun's voice rang out.
He squatted in a corner of the relic repository, pointing to the unfinished female robot that was carelessly placed in the corner, and said:

"This is a robot that Peturabo built based on his sister."

Zhou Yun's words silenced the entire relic vault for a moment.
Fugen made an extremely exaggerated expression, then looked at Blood Raven:
"Hey kids, why don't you go steal Guilliman's Mama Euton?"

(End of this chapter)