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

Chapter 591 Proclamation Against the Silent King

Zarasuza showed a slight increase in interest.
He opened the letter.
The first part of the letter is a private letter from Allaqair to Zarasusa.

"Dear Zarasuza."

"Damn it, you told me I shouldn't call you by your first name!"

"You know me, the traveler Anlakel, has always been a person who respects the property of the undead."

"Say this while looking at the starlight you stole from me, you little thief!"

"Someone like me, ask yourself honestly, would I really steal your starfire?"

"But you still stole it! You bastard!"

"After you accused me like that, I began to investigate who stole your Starfire."

"Look at Tarasin next to you! You idiot!"

"Finally, after decades of investigation, I discovered the truth—it was the Silent King who stole your Starfire."

"Damn it! If you're going to throw mud, at least do it properly!"

"So, it was the shameless King of Silence who wanted to sow discord between us."

Why would he do that?! Is he being a jerk?

"But I risked everything to snatch Starflame back from the Silent King."

"Are you possessed by an outsider or has the Void Dragon been resurrected inside you?"

"Thanks to Doraemon's blessing."

"Please thank Doraemon for me!"

Zarasuza was rendered speechless by Allakel's perfunctory explanation.

However, he still managed to glean several key pieces of information from them.

First, Allah Keir is indeed convinced that he has been worshipped by the so-called Holy Doraemon.

Secondly, Alla'kel has made it clear that he intends to be an enemy of the Silent King.

Third, and this is what shocked Zarasusa the most,
Anlaqar actually made Tarasin vomit up what he had eaten?!

No, it shouldn't be Allakel; it's probably that Saint Doraemon.
This Doraemon is really something! He managed to get Tarasin to return the stolen items.
Could it be that he can truly imbue the dead with souls?

Zarasusa paused for a moment, probably because many dynasties had received the returned items from Tarasin and realized the same thing that Zarasusa had experienced.

The credibility of Doraemon has increased significantly.

What a cunning god! Isn't he a fraudster?

Zarasousa remained silent for a moment before looking at the publicly available manifesto below.
"The former ruler of the Tomb of Peria, now commanding the entire undead army, General Anlakel, the traveler, hereby proclaims to all undead rulers, civil and military officials, soldiers, and civilians throughout the world:"

The usurper Szalak is not wise or enlightened, his crimes are unforgivable, his talents are insufficient to shoulder great responsibilities, and his achievements are insufficient to wield the divine power. He once feared the dead, summoned the star gods to serve him, listened to slander, corrupted the three saints, honored and appointed cruel and treacherous officials, trusted wicked gods, indulged in gluttony and tyranny, slaughtered the loyal but refused to eliminate evil, harmed the people, and deceived the ruler with deceit. Moreover, he has the heart of a viper and the nature of a wolf, associating with the wicked and perverse, slaughtering his clan and relatives, burning my body to cast a puppet, and stealing my soul to satiate the evil gods. The Milky Way is filled with righteous indignation, and the heavens cannot tolerate him.

Thus, they became even more arrogant and domineering, daring to say, "If it weren't for me, would you space dead spirits have been able to get past this star god?"

"Alas! This is truly a madman who has no father or mother, is disloyal and unjust, loves chaos and revels in misfortune! How can he be the lord of our race? I have often heard that since the beginning of time, when the primordial energy was first created, the lords of all races have revered the Supreme Mystery, loved and nurtured the common people, worked diligently all day long, were cautious and careful, humbled and conscientious in self-criticism, and worried and toiled with a deep sense of guilt. This was true of the Western High Priest of the Spirit Race, this was true of the Emperor of the Human Race, and even the Ether of the Titanium Race."

However, the treacherous and fraudulent Szalak, whose crimes are abhorrent to both gods and men, dares to claim credit for the work of Heaven. Our people, from the highest to the lowest, united as one to slay the Star God; how could this be the achievement of Szalak alone? Now, the benevolent Saint Doraemon, unable to bear the suffering of our people without souls, wishes to save countless undead from their plight. Yet, Szalak, incompetent and foolish, has rejected the Saint from the outside and harmed our people from within. His true intentions are those of a wolf in sheep's clothing; you must all be wary of him!

"In the past, my deceased ancestors enfeoffed the Dharma Emperor and established the Three Saints, forming a protective barrier along the Milky Way, as secure as a rock. They governed diligently day and night, like a clear and pure stream. Unfortunately, a false ruler came to power, deceitfully wielding authority, with treacherous officials on both sides, shaking the state. My ancestors once said: 'If there are no upright ministers in the court, and wicked people within, the Dharma Emperors must raise troops to punish them and cleanse the evil of the Three Saints.'"

Now, facing imminent calamity, I have no choice but to dedicate myself to saving the nation. Therefore, I have sworn an oath to become the Supreme Ruler of the Land, to punish the traitors on the orders of Heaven, and to oppose the tyrannical ruler with an irreconcilable hatred. I welcome Doraemon to save my people. Doraemon, fearing the loss of my late father, bears witness to my heart!

Snapped! ! !
The Sotek Dynasty, the most powerful military force among the undead, was based on the planet Mandala.
Imotek, the Storm King and the Dharma King, slammed the "Declaration of Allah Kel'ah Against the King of Silence" sent by Allah Kel'ah onto the table.

"Damn it, what was Anlakel thinking? He stole all my thunder!"

"Can't you write me a 'Storm King's Proclamation Against the Silent King' too?!" Imotek said to the overlords under his command.

The powerful figures looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Imotek sighed.

There's no way around it; these overlords under my command are ultimately undead. They're fine for fighting, but asking them to do anything cultural is worse than ripping their heads off and using them as chamber pots for the greens.

One of the greatest losses of their race after losing their souls and flesh and blood was that most of the undead lost the ability to create culture. In fact, the undead became a race without their own culture, merely pretending to imitate the former fearful dead.

Imhotep didn't initially think there was anything wrong with this, as long as it didn't affect the war effort.

The problem is that it's now affecting the war effort.
Imotek knew that many of the Necropolis still harbored nostalgia for the war rituals of the old Deathbringers.
This manifesto was perfectly suited to the necromancer's war mentality, flawless in terms of morality, etiquette, and dignity.

Imotek felt an urge to immediately join Anlakel's side and kick Szalak's ass.

Unfortunately, Imhotep wasn't interested in the so-called Saint Doraemon.

It wasn't because he doubted that Doraemon could give souls to the dead, but because Imotec wasn't interested in souls.
He didn't want to reverse the biological transformation; he felt his current soulless, metallic body was excellent, unparalleled in its efficiency in warfare.
Once their souls are restored, the undead's resurrection protocol based on memory becomes completely useless; they will lose the fearless, steel-willed soldiers they once were on the battlefield.

Furthermore, possessing a soul might attract the covetousness of the High Gods, which Imotek saw as a clear reduction in the efficiency of warfare, something he was unwilling to accept.

What's the use of a soul? Does having a soul make fighting more enjoyable?
Imotek only cared about two things.
War and Order
War is a weapon for achieving order, and order is a necessity for effective warfare.
The undead civilization is characterized by order, unity, and obedience to a single will.
This order will not be the order of the Silent King, this unity will not be united around the Silent King, and this sole will will not be the Silent King.

The Silent King messed everything up and then ran away like a coward. Now he's back and wants to become the Lord of the Necromancer Order?
Imotek disagreed.
He wants this order to be his order, this unity to surround him, and his sole will to be his alone.

As for Doraemon and Allakel...

If they can uphold the order of the undead, and if their order is stronger than Imodek's, then they can defeat Imodek.
Conversely, if Imhotep defeated them, it would mean that Imhotep's order was more powerful.

"Only war."

Imotek slowly began to speak:
"Only war can forge order, shape order, and determine order."

"The order of the Silent King, the order of Saint Doraemon, my order."

"Let us be forged in war and see whose order is stronger."

Imotek remained silent for a while, then looked at the necromancer beside him.

“Record this and send it to other undead dynasties as our declaration of war,” he said.

Unfortunately, their dynasty simply couldn't produce a single person skilled in word choice and sentence structure.

The only person who still knew how to create was the old general Zandrek, but that old madman had run off to the Silent King's side.

Imotek could only make up a few lines on the spot to keep things going.

"My lord, what should we do next?" asked one of Imotek's overlords.

Imotek turned his head to look at the star map that was flashing in the sky, and then at the star sector that humans called Neferim.

“To the battlefield,” Imhotep laughed, waving his scepter.

On the edge of the Neferim Sector, Robert Guilliman, Regent of the Imperium of Man, stood atop the bow of the Makrag Glory, gazing into the silent depths of space.
That was a location known as the Spirit Exorcism Dead Zone, where the subspace was completely isolated. However, this isolation did not completely eliminate the subspace or completely banish its power.

According to Zhou Yun, the Blackrock's suppression of the warp is like a dam storing water; the tides of the warp have actually been accumulating and growing stronger behind the Blackrock.

The stronger the suppression of the black stone, the stronger the potential energy accumulated in the subspace. Once the polarity of the black stone is reversed, and once a powerful psionic energy breaks through this suppression, then that potential energy will be released, turning into a boundless flood roaring out.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Guilliman, standing at the edge of the Exorcist's Dead Zone, vaguely sensed the existence of the subspace.
He saw the surging waves in the warp gradually take shape, transforming into three orderly roaring storms.
A storm, cold and deathly still, shimmering with an eerie green light, yet behind it hung threads that manipulated this order.
This order, hidden within the exorcising dead zone, is like a decaying, dried-up corpse hidden in a tomb, greedily craving life.

Another storm, fierce, powerful, and efficient, resembled a domineering and absolute order, burning with war as its fuel.

This order is still far away, yet it is surging in, like a monarch resurrected from the tomb, no longer yearning to be alive, but content with the present state, trying to turn everyone into cold, dead.

The final storm was himself, a mix of blue and gold, as if he carried the weight of all five hundred worlds of Altera on his shoulders.
But when Guilliman looked up, he could also see that above his own storm of order, there existed another, more absolute, more straightforward, and more complex order.
That order was not a storm; that order was a single line, pointing like a sword into the Spirit Exorcising Death Domain.

(End of this chapter)