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

Chapter 578 Doraemon's Metal Butt is on Top!
Gabriel Angelos grabbed the burning flames of rage and pulled it out of the complex series of rituals.

The raging fire was abruptly extinguished, and the rage of the dead blood angels bound within it was released, rapidly spreading throughout the warp.
Without the support of this anger, the ritual that permeated reality and the material universe came to an abrupt end and collapsed with a roar, and the raging fire that surged within it vanished into thin air.

Gabriel Angelos was astonished as he felt the scorching heat of the warp-bound Khorne artifact; his terracotta power armor was slowly melting under that intense temperature.
He could clearly sense that the power of this artifact was far greater than that of most of the sacred objects stored in the Blood Raven Relic Treasury; its power was extraordinary.

The other Blood Ravens who had followed him in also hurriedly reached out to help Gabriel lift the Khorne artifact.

As the ritual collapsed with a deafening roar, the bloodthirsty madman guarding the flames of fury finally realized something was wrong.
The crimson demon stared blankly at the collapsing ritual, stretched out its muscular arm, scratched its head in confusion, and didn't understand why the ritual had suddenly collapsed.

He turned his head in utter confusion, and then he saw a group of Astartes in dark red power armor, frantically raising the Flame of Fury.
"Huh?" The bloodthirsty maniac exclaimed in bewilderment.

In an instant, all the blood crows that were carrying the raging fire turned to look at the bloodthirsty madman.

The bloodthirsty maniac froze for a moment, then reacted, his blood rushing to his head, making his already red face turn even redder.

"You little thief!!!" The bloodthirsty maniac roared savagely, grabbed the Roaring Chainsaw Axe, stepped into the blood pool, and then leaped up to slash at the Blood Raven that was carrying the raging fire.

Gabriel Angelos stepped forward, his Godslayer clashing with the Bloodthirsty Demon.
This powerful warhammer contains fragments of the sword of Bloodhand Kane, the Eldar war god. The moment it is swung, it seems to unleash a furious roar even more powerful than that of the Bloodthirsty Berserker, managing to fight the Bloodthirsty Berserker to a standstill.

The Bloodthirsty Berserker and Gabriel Angelos each took two steps back.

"A worthy opponent! Come again!" The bloodthirsty maniac roared, thinking they were just a bunch of petty thieves, but he hadn't expected there to be a skilled fighter among them.

"Good!" Gabriel Angelos roared, gripping his warhammer, seemingly also aroused by the challenge.

The bloodthirsty maniac laughed wildly. He was already dissatisfied with his task of staying away from the battlefield and guarding this broken thing. Now that someone was willing to fight, he was naturally very happy.

The bloodthirsty maniac leaped up, his chainsaw axe whirling and tearing through the air, cleaving reality as he slashed heavily at Gabriel Angelos, whose face was serious as if he were preparing for a death match.

But at that moment, Gabriel Angelos, his elite Blood Ravens, and the Khorne artifact, Fury of Fury, were all enveloped in a bright flash of teleportation light.
Then, in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared into the cave.

The bloodthirsty demon's axe missed its mark and crashed heavily into the pool of blood.

Blood Raven's Heirloom Relic: Ancient Teleportation Device!
The bloodthirsty madman froze for a moment, then uttered a string of obscene words that even the Nurgle demon found filthy.

But the Red Angel's insults were even dirtier than those of a bloodthirsty maniac.
He watched helplessly as the flames of rage were stolen, the ritual collapsed with a crash, and the fury of the Sons of Saint Gilles vanished, leaving him all alone before the Primarch clad in crimson and gold.
Saint Gilles looked down from the sky at the red angel in mid-air.

The red angel felt a chilling fear.

Saint Gilles's recent display of pity was directed at his descendants, and at the anger his descendants had accumulated over millennia.

Rather than the Red Angel, the demon created by the Blood God based on that rage.

The red angel let out a panicked wail, then turned and ran, trying to escape the will of Saint Gilles.

The collapse of the ritual wasn't entirely a bad thing for him. Without the ritual forcing him to merge with Saint Gilles, he didn't need to gamble on the minuscule possibility of Saint Gilles being replaced by him.

He could escape; he could retreat back into his demonic body and then flee into the warp.

Saint Gilles looked down at the red angel from the sky without saying a word or giving chase, simply letting the red angel escape.

As the Red Angel drifted further and further away from the sky, the things around him gradually began to transition from the realm of consciousness to the realm of matter. Everything in the warp was receding, and the spirit was gradually falling from its absolute primacy. The planet named Corenal began to reappear.
The red angel saw his own body; the fire on it was slowly dying out, and his skin was peeling away as the fire died down, turning to ashes and dissipating into the air.
The appearance that had once been almost identical to that of Saint Gilles collapsed in the blink of an eye, revealing a skeletal skeleton engulfed in flames.
That's what the Red Angels really look like.
Or rather, the body of a pharmacist named Melos, who was possessed by the Red Angel ten thousand years ago.
The body had been scorched into this state by the Red Angel's flames over ten thousand years, nearing its limit. Yet, the Red Angel was still overjoyed upon seeing this body.
He was very close to Saint Gilles on a spiritual level, almost within reach.

However, he is still far from Saint Gilles on a material level. Once he escapes into the physical body, he can easily escape into the subspace.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, engulfed in flames, and abruptly blocked the Red Angel's path.

The red angel was startled, and like a dark angel whose secret had been stepped on, he took a step back, looking in horror at the figure blocking his way.
The figure wore white armor, but it was torn and tattered. The figure was as robust as Astartes, but incomplete; handsome, but now covered in burns.

Most of his body was consumed by flames, his bones were charred, and his eyeballs cracked and split in the fire, but the remaining half of his face still bore an indomitable expression, one eye staring at the red angel with hatred.
The apothecary Melos, who took Saint Gilles' place in the flames of rage ten thousand years ago, had his body taken over by the Red Angel.
But this guy's will has not completely dissipated yet; it often resurfaces, stubbornly hindering the Red Angel's actions.

At first, he could cause some trouble for the Red Angel, but now that his soul has been burned beyond recognition, his powerless obstruction only annoys the Red Angel a little.

+Never.Submitted+
+The Blood of Saint Gillespie Has Not Been Wasted+
An incomplete voice rang out, and the apothecary Melos stubbornly used his fragmented soul to block the Red Angel's path.

This annoyed the Red Angel; he couldn't waste time with this crippled apothecary.

The red angel waved his hand, hurling his will at Melos.
Just then, another figure suddenly appeared beside Melos.
The red angel was startled and quickly retreated a few steps, fearing that Saint Gilles had caught up with them.

But the red angel looked closely.
They discovered that the person standing next to Melos was just an ordinary Holy Blood Angel, who was even a bit young and had a somewhat bewildered expression on his face.

Rafin, a warrior of the Sixth Company of the Holy Blood Angels,

The Red Angel immediately recognized the identity of this Blood Angel.
Because Rafin's genetic seed came from Melos ten thousand years ago, and he was born from the same blood coffin as Melos.
Therefore, there is a kind of telepathic connection between Rafin and Melos's minds, a connection that can even transcend the limitations of space and time to some extent.
Rafin had frequently resonated with Melos in his dreams and hallucinations in the past, especially when the Red Angel or Melos's will was fluctuating significantly.
Presumably, this time it was for the same reason that Raffin resonated with the will of the Red Angel and Melos.

But what's the point?
He was just an ordinary, worthless Holy Blood Angel; he couldn't stop him.

A surge of rage welled up in the red angel's eyes, and scorching fire, carrying his will, crashed towards Melos and Rafin.

Melos flashed forward, shielding Raffin with his mangled body, attempting to use his own flesh to protect Raffin from the Red Angel's attack.

Raffin hadn't fully grasped what was happening; he had simply taken a nap on the Red Tear Ship, as Doraemon had requested.

Why did I appear here in the blink of an eye?
Hallucination? Dream?
He also felt inexplicably familiar with the wounded soldier in front of him.
Regardless, the being engulfed in flames was clearly a demon, obviously an enemy. Rafin drew his combat blade from his waist, bypassed Melos's mangled body, and together with Melos, confronted the Red Angel's body.

But at that moment, a ladder suddenly descended from the sky, landing between the Red Angel, Melos, and Rafin.
This sudden turn of events caused all three to involuntarily take a step back, distancing themselves from the ladder.

"What is that now?!" The Red Angel's face twisted in pain.

Once or twice, this is the third time already, and he's really getting impatient.
Although Saint Gilles didn't seem to intend to pursue him, the red angel felt a growing sense of panic and an instinctive unease.

He looked at the ladder before him with annoyance, noticing that it was very long, stretching all the way up into the high, chaotic heavens.

The red angel's gaze followed the ladder upwards; he wanted to see what was going on with it.

The sky has turned blue.

The red angel stared blankly as the sky above turned blue.
That blue wasn't Tzeentch's blue, but a reflective, smooth, metallic blue.
The shimmering blue made the red angel dizzy.

He noticed that the blue sky was slowly descending. Wait, that's not the sky?!
The Red Angel gasped, suddenly realizing what it was.
It was a huge, round, blue metallic butt!
(End of this chapter)