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

Chapter 584 I Want Vicious Techniques

In the Neferim star system, the Caledra battle group is piercing through this silent constellation.

The Caledra Battle Group was the vanguard of the Indomitable Expeditionary First Fleet, its armament nearly equal to that of several battle groups combined.

They marched across the ravaged star sectors of the Imperial frontier, liberating world after world, and engaging in brutal, bloody battles with countless enemies.
But their true objective has always been the Neferim Sector.

After the Great Rift unfolded, the entire subspace was filled with astronomical distress messages, as was the case in the Neferim system at the beginning.

But as time went on, while the cries for help from other galaxies grew louder, the Neferim galaxy gradually fell silent.
Within the Neferim star system, there were no agonizing cries, no terrified pleas for help, no whispers of the vile creatures of the warp; only a deathly silence.

This situation caught the attention of Regent Guilliman, who dispatched Admiral Malen with the Caledra Battle Group to the Neferim Sector to investigate the specific circumstances.

However, Maren's forces encountered a series of strange events shortly after entering the Neferim Sector.

First, the psionicists on board encountered problems.
These psionicists would occasionally become listless and fearful, and sometimes even have epileptic seizures, like fish out of water.
Many mortal psychics, star speakers, and navigators have lost control due to this phenomenon and have had to be executed or brought under control.
The Astartes think tanks are in a relatively better situation; according to them, they can no longer sense the existence of the warp.
Some claimed that the warp was like a dried-up, stagnant pool, while others claimed that the warp's waves still raged, but that some kind of dome seemed to be holding back the floods from the High Heavens within this sector.

Even the Astartes think tanks, renowned for their prophetic abilities, could only see their future plunged into a cold silence.

Subsequently, problems arose with the ship's Galler engines and subspace navigation.

While some ships were traveling in subspace, the Geller engines suddenly disintegrated without any warning.
But even more strangely, those ships that lost the protection of the Geller engines were not invaded by any demons.
Some people believe this is a miracle, a blessing from the Emperor and Doraemon; even within the state religion, there are those who claim this.
But members of the Church of St. Doraemon and the battle nuns privately told Admiral Maren that this was not a miracle, but an outright anomaly.

The warp drive itself also developed problems afterward, making warp travel increasingly difficult and arduous.

The members of the Mechanicus claimed that they were gliding on a drying lake, and that the subspace engine was becoming increasingly inefficient, a trend that even the presence of the Saint Doraemon Knight statue could not stop.

Many superstitious captains, terrified psionicists, and uneasy Astronauts advised Mullen not to venture any further.

But Mullen was unwilling to leave empty-handed; he at least hoped to learn some more specific details.
The mechanical priests, with their twenty-two mechanical arms, approved of this move and were also filled with curiosity about the situation before them.
Ultimately, it was a mechanical priest who made a discovery. He noticed a strange energy reaction on a planet not far from the battle group and determined that it was the key to the anomalies in the Neferim star system.

A combined force comprised of the Star Guardians, Ultramarines, Battle Sisters, and Black Templars landed on this planet.

On the Empire's star map, this planet was marked as an agricultural world with a population of billions.
But the Imperial forces sensed something was wrong once they landed on the planet.

It's too quiet, too empty.
On the flattened continent, unharvested crops sway in the wind, but no one is harvesting them. The buildings in the settlements are empty, moldy and cold food still sits on the residents' tables, and the machinery in the agricultural processing plants continues to rumble, releasing toxic fertilizers into the atmosphere. Some farm machines, still running, continue to operate, moving towards the horizon on the absolutely flat land.

There wasn't a single person on the entire planet, as if everyone had stopped what they were doing at the same moment and disappeared at the same time.

Soon, strange phenomena began to appear among the Imperial forces as well. Many Astronauts became unusually exhausted, weak, and collapsed to the ground, unable to move or speak, eventually ceasing all activity and remaining completely still.

The situation is even more severe for psionicists. They wail and claim they are suffocating, then go insane, and finally commit suicide.

Even the Ultra Warriors were affected to some extent, becoming exhausted.
About half of the priests in the Mechanicus were also affected, and they too began to experience fatigue and weakness. This group of priests were those who believed in Ohm Messiah more than the Primal Force, and in the God of Machines more than Doraemon.

Only the members of the Mechanicus Cult, the Battle Sisters, and the Black Sanctuary, who are devout and fervent believers in Doraemon, remain unaffected.
It was as if their devout faith in the Emperor and Doraemon protected them.

They soon discovered the source of all the problems: on that agricultural planet stood a spire forged from black stone.
Upon seeing the substance known as Black Stone, the Mechanicus quickly concluded that this undead artifact had isolated the warp and disrupted their plans.
What happened next proved their suspicions correct: the space undead suddenly emerged from the pocket dimension and launched a shameful sneak attack on the Imperial forces.

Their objective was strange; the ordinary Astronauts didn't seem to attract their attention, and their goal didn't seem to be killing Imperial troops.
They concentrated their firepower on the battle nuns, mechanical priests, and black shrines unaffected by the black stone, seemingly intending to capture them.

Fortunately, the attack by the space undead was poorly prepared, and at a crucial moment, a Black Templar suddenly claimed to have received the Emperor's inspiration and become the Emperor's Champion.
The champion, wielding a black sword and clad in black armor bathed in light like a blazing sun, sacrificed himself to repel the undead forces and cover the retreat of the main army.

Onboard Admiral Mullen's flagship, the Heavy Fist, Mullen is holding his war council.

"My warriors remain steadfast in their faith, the Emperor's will is undoubtedly protecting us, and the Emperor's wrath awaits our wrath!"

"I will never forgive these despicable aliens, I will never back down, I swear in the name of the Emperor and Sigismund!"

Marshal Kurz of the Black Temple spoke in an uncompromising tone.

"The real problem is that we're finding it increasingly difficult to travel through warp space. Only one in ten attempts is successful. At this rate, we'll be forced to rely solely on sub-light-speed engines." These were the words of Zerantius, the captain of the Imperial Guard's Shield Guard.

Since the restrictions were lifted, the Imperial Guard has joined various battle groups and engaged in intergalactic warfare.

They were less affected by the anti-warp field released by the Blackrock, but unlike the Battle Sisters and the Black Templars, they did not seem to be protected by faith, but rather as if they were naturally relatively adapted to the thin warp environment.

“This is a trap.” General Oberon of the Astronautical Army slammed his fist on the table and said, “Admiral Malen, the further we go, the deeper we sink into the quagmire, until we have no chance to retreat.”

Oberon's Astral Army suffered the most severe damage, and his own face was full of exhaustion and pain, naturally giving rise to thoughts of retreat.

Black Templar Marshal Kurtz insisted on never withdrawing from the Neferim star system, the Imperial Guard Captain was hesitant, and the Astrail Forces insisted on an immediate retreat.

They all understood that subspace travel was becoming increasingly dangerous; if they retreated, it would be difficult to re-enter, and conversely, if they didn't retreat, it would be difficult to leave.

General Malen shook his head, his expression not as tense as the others.

He still has one trump card up his sleeve.

"Before heading to the Neferim Sector, His Highness the Regent entrusted something to us."

"That was a creation of the great sage Belisarius Caul, said to be a study of the dream god Doraemon—"

"Doraemon is not a god," Sister Ye Shuni, the combat instructor, said to General Malen with a smile.

Admiral Mullen was a devout follower of the state religion, but he did not reject the Doraemon faith, and even leaned somewhat towards the Doraemon fandom of the state religion from over a decade ago.
That faction claimed that the Emperor and Doraemon were both true gods—then they were condemned as heretics by the Battle Sisters.

The saintly maiden Jeanne personally led a team to refute them, but the battle nuns were never good with words, so they chose to use a powerful extermination order as their argument. The blazing golden flames burned on the Doraemon God Cult's home planet for twenty-two days, until not even ashes remained.

A bead of sweat trickled down Admiral Malen's forehead. He was also affected by the surrounding anti-subspace field, which made him a little confused, and he accidentally said the wrong thing.

"It's said to be a product of research into the wisdom of Doraemon, and it has just undergone testing but hasn't been officially put into use yet," Admiral Malen corrected in time.

If he doesn't correct his behavior, that fighting nun might retaliate with a bomb gun.

"You mean, that product can solve our current predicament?" Captain Zerantius of the Shield Guard asked with a somewhat subtle tone.
As a member of the Imperial Guard, he had farmed under the palace walls and naturally wouldn't underestimate the power of Doraemon, but he doubted whether humans could truly comprehend the wisdom of Doraemon's creations.

Even with the extraordinary wisdom of the Imperial Guards, they were completely baffled when studying Doraemon's gadgets, utterly unable to understand their underlying principles.

“I even suspect that the invention of the great sage Belisarius Caul was prepared for this very moment.”

"His Highness the Great Regent must have foreseen the situation in the Neferim Sector."

Malen's tone was filled with piety and fervor.

“I’m more inclined to believe it’s the will of Doraemon,” said Sister Ye Shuni, the combat instructor, blinking.

Maren nodded in agreement. There had been rumors circulating in the battle group recently that Doraemon had awakened.
Malen looked at the representative of the mechanical priests, his gaze inquiring whether he had completed the preparations.

The Great Sage's creation was extremely complex. The mechanical priests in the battle group couldn't understand its principles at all and could only follow the Great Sage's handwritten operating instructions step by step, which took them quite a while to complete the preparations.

The mechanical priest nodded, indicating that everything was ready and all that was needed was for Mullen to give the instructions and start the equipment.

"Gentlemen, come and witness a great creation," Maren said with a smile to the members of the War Council.

Curiosity also appeared on everyone's faces as they followed Malen to the very front of the bridge.

Enormous portholes encircled the bridge at least two hundred degrees, and stars twinkled faintly in the void. Amidst these stars, eight oddly shaped ships hovered before Mullen's flagship.
The eight ships floated in the air in a rectangular shape, each with a different design. The four ships at the four corners resembled four right angles, while the four ships at the top, bottom, left, and right resembled four long strips.
Eight ships hovered in the void, like a broken door frame.

In the very center of the bridge, beneath a huge porthole, there was a reddish-pink door panel. The door frame had been removed and its whereabouts were unknown. Numerous cables extended from the door panel, connecting to a series of massive machines nearby.

"How could the Anywhere Door be dismantled like this?! Isn't this blasphemy?" General Oberon of the Astronautical Army said with some fear.

He recognized the red and pink wooden door; it was the Anywhere Door, one of Doraemon's most iconic gadgets.

“This was made by the great sage Belisarius Doraemon, so it shall not be blasphemous,” Sister Ye Shuni, the battle nun, emphasized the word “Doraemon.” Oberon immediately fell silent.

Maren smiled slightly, and the mechanical priests who were adjusting the machine made way for him, indicating that he could start the machine.

Maren stepped forward and reached for the doorknob of the reddish-pink wooden door.

The Enlightened Xerath is like a spider crouching in the center of a giant web, hiding deep within hundreds of pocket dimensions, observing everything in the galaxy through the quantum entanglement channel and by means of the death marks hidden throughout the Neferim system.

Xerath prides himself on being the treasure of necromancy, the greatest intellect of the entire race. To place such wisdom in danger is naturally unforgivable.
This is not the arrogance of Xerath the Enlightened, it is the truth.

He was the creator of bio-transformation technology. The Celestials provided the initial ideas and foundation for this technology, but ultimately, the Celestials' technology was based on their immense power to distort the material universe. It was Xerath who personally turned this technology into reality, transforming billions of undead into metallic bodies.
Some might accuse Xerath of an unforgivable crime, but Xerath sees it as a necessary step in evolution.
Isn't a metal body more efficient and stronger than a flesh and blood body?
As for the so-called soul, is it necessary to preserve such an illogical thing?
But in Xerath's view, bio-transformation is not perfect enough, and a metallic body is not the ultimate limit.

In Xerath's view, the next step in evolution is the energy state, which is to transform himself into a star god-like form.

However, Xerath's previous research had been unsuccessful. Fortunately, his new sponsor provided him with ample testing grounds and new ideas.

The Silent King desired that Xerath research how to reverse bio-transformation and take charge of managing the Anti-High Heaven Matrix.
He also tried to convince Xerath that studying flesh, soul, and the High Heaven would help him find the path to godhood.

It must be admitted that the King of Silence's views have some value.

Xerath made some surprising discoveries.

The species called humanity, despite possessing souls and a strong connection to the Supreme Heaven, has some individuals that are unaffected by the Anti-Supreme Heaven Matrix.

Some of these individuals can even exhibit Supreme Heaven reactions within the Anti-Supreme Heaven Matrix.
This greatly aroused the Enlightened One's curiosity, but his impromptu capture operation failed, and the Enlightened One was unable to obtain suitable live experimental subjects.

But that didn't matter. The Enlighteners silently activated the Anti-High Heaven Engine, gradually sealing off the humans' access to the Warp.

The Enlightened Ones knew that all lower beings in this galaxy, except for the undead, were unable to escape the shackles of the High Heavens. They had left the warp and could not even travel at faster-than-light speeds.

The Anti-High Heaven Matrix is ​​precisely the shackles that bind them.

"what?"

Through the quantum entanglement messages transmitted by the Death Seal, the Enlightened One discovered something amiss.

Eight smaller ships formed a large, tall, slender rectangle in the void, and their unique shapes seemed to frame a doorway in the air.
Is this some kind of performance art?

Xerath scratched his metal head in confusion, then, through the information transmitted back by the Death Mark, the Enlightened One discovered that each of these ships actually had a piece of a cut-off door frame placed on it, and these door frames corresponded precisely to the positions of the ships.

Around the door frame, a large number of complex machines and cables were wrapped around it.
Xerath's mechanical brain worked at lightning speed, analyzing the functions of these machines. But the more he analyzed, the heavier Xerath's mood became. If he hadn't already given up the ability to sweat, he would already be drenched in sweat.

Click——————

A crisp sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, a sound that seemed to travel from a vacuum, as if space itself had been opened.

In an instant, within the rectangle framed by the eight ships, the starry sky shifted and the void shifted, reflecting in the blink of an eye another star field ten light-years away.
Then, to Xerath's bewildered gaze, the human ships passed through the doorway and were instantly transported ten light-years away.

Subsequently, humanity performed similar maneuvers several more times, slipping out of the Neferim Sector and out of Xerath's sight in the blink of an eye.

Is this logical?

Xerath spoke loudly, as if answering his own question:

Does this make sense???

"Caull, you really are a fucking genius!"

Zhou Yun looked at the report in his hand and smiled as he spoke to Caul.

Although his tone was feigned shock, the Primarchs and Belisarius Doraemon himself could vaguely sense it.
Zhou Yun was not actually shocked; he had expected this.

Kaul successfully improved the Anywhere Door, making it even more perfect than Zhou Yun had predicted before he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Yun had initially thought that Kaul would at most expand the Anywhere Door into a fixed Star Gate.

Unexpectedly, Caul disassembled the components of the Anywhere Gate and remotely linked them through a series of mechanisms, creating an Anywhere Stargate that could move with the fleet and be deployed anytime, anywhere.

According to Caul's plan, within about five to ten years, each Indomitable Expeditionary Battle Group will be equipped with at least one arbitrary stargate device, ensuring that the Empire's main fleet can travel faster than light without passing through the warp.

This is not only Kaul's only achievement over the past few decades. Kaul has also successfully mass-produced Belisarius metal, creating more than 3,000 sets of power armor made of this material over the decades. The Holy Blood Angels, Ultra Warriors and Zhou Yun's Doraemon Team each received 1,000 sets, and the rest were enough for the Lion's Angels of Mercy squad to use.

Kaur was thrilled by Zhou Yun's praise and even more excited to see Zhou Yun awake.

His extremely ugly, weak, and exhausted body trembled slightly, and a few tears even clung to his one remaining eye.

"Alright, Kaul, don't get so worked up." Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head. "I promised, I decided I would wake up. See, didn't I keep my promise?"

"Let's discuss the Neferim Sector, or rather, the Exorcism Dead Zone, for now."

Kaul bowed respectfully and took a slight step back, not placing himself alongside the three half-primates and Zhou Yun.

"Just as Zhou Yun predicted, the Necromancers did indeed deploy some kind of anti-subspace matrix in the Neferim star system."

"It must be admitted that this is a very valuable technology."

"Is it possible to improve this technology to weaken the subspace to a certain extent without affecting normal human behavior?"

"Or, since faith can help people move around in the Exorcism Dead Zone, why not strengthen the state religion and the Holy Doraemon Order, and then expand the Exorcism Dead Zone to the entire galaxy? With the Anywhere Door that Kaul has improved, we can completely isolate the subspace."

Guilliman's mind worked incredibly fast; he immediately recognized the value of the Exorcism Dead Zone and roughly devised a method for utilizing it.
By ensuring the normal activities of humanity through faith, then completely isolating the subspace with the Exorcism Dead Zone, and finally combining it with any stargate, humanity can finally realize the grand ambition of the emperor from ten thousand years ago.

"Is there any possibility that we can form an alliance with the undead?" Guilliman asked softly, glancing at Saint Gilles and Zhou Yun.

“This is a trap,” Zhou Yun replied almost the instant Guilliman looked at him.

“A trap?” Guilliman nodded slightly. While considering the value of the Exorcism Dead Zone, he also sensed the potential risks: “The undead…or those from the warp?”

“It belongs to the Lord of All Changes,” Zhou Yun said softly.

"Targeting you?" Guilliman quickly made his assessment: "Should we still set foot in the Neferim Sector?"

"of course yes."

Zhou Yun smiled slightly. He turned his head and looked at Fu Gen, or rather, at the person who was eyeing Fu Gen with lustful eyes.

“Because Tzeentch is unaware that my plans have already changed, I have no interest in isolating the warp, and you shouldn’t waste your energy on this matter either; the Blackrock Matrix is ​​worthless.”

"There is only one thing I want in the Exorcism Dead Zone, and my allies cannot waver in order to obtain it."

"If you are determined to stand by me in this critical moment, I guarantee you will no longer need to worry about your position collapsing."

“But if you continue to waver and cannot make up your mind, I assure you I have a way to dig the old woman’s sword out of Blood God’s leg.”

Fu Gen was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Zhou Yun was saying these things to him, but for some reason, he inexplicably asked, "So, what do you want?"

"I want vicious techniques," Zhou Yun said, enunciating each word clearly.

Meanwhile, in the warp, deep within Slaanesh's palace at the sixth ring, Slaanesh let out a cheer.

(Two words combined, 6,400 words)
(End of this chapter)