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

Chapter 593 The Emperor: There's something definitely wrong with your race.
Is it true that Doraemon will give souls to space spirits?

The thought caused His Holiness the French King to pause for a moment; he quickly shook his head, banishing the idea from his mind.
It wasn't because he was particularly loyal to the Silent King, but because the Silent King paid him.

The Nihirak dynasty, to which he belonged, was most fond of collecting wealth. The infamous thief, Tarasim the Endless, was legally the ruler of the Nihirak dynasty, but this petty thief never obeyed Shemekh's orders.
Hierophant Shermeh also enjoyed collecting wealth, but he was more ethical than Tarachin, preferring to acquire wealth through trade from other undead dynasties.
Furthermore, compared to the unrealistic possibility of regaining one's soul, Shemech preferred a treasure trove of riches.

To pay the final payment to the Silent King, Shemehe decided to make one last effort.

His will focused, his mind racing, and he quickly realized that these humans were not completely immune to the Exorcising Death Domain.
They simply possessed greater resistance, and as their lines drew closer to the Blackrock Spire, the effects of the anti-warp force field began to reappear on them.

Thank goodness. If they really had some kind of technology that completely immunizes them against the exorcising of the dead, Shemehe would have suspected that the ancient saints had been resurrected in their bodies.

Shemohe narrowed his eyes slightly, instantly forming a complete set of tactics in his mind.
Since their goal is the Blackrock Spire, then Shermeh will grant their wish.

"Retreat the front line fifty kilometers back and re-establish positions ten kilometers from the Black Stone Spire."

"The tomb engineer has reduced the range of the Blackrock Spire's anti-high heaven force field to the planet's surface and increased its polarity by eighty-five percent."

Shermokh's words caused a stir among the tomb engineers.

“Your Majesty, doing this will cause instability in the overall Anti-Supreme Heaven Matrix, and forcibly increasing the polarity by eighty-five percentage points will make the polarity of the Black Stone unstable. When it is subjected to high-intensity subspace energy impact, it may reverse its polarity and become an amplified subspace.” The Tomb Technology quickly informed His Majesty Shemeher of his concerns.

But Shemelher didn't care.
Does it affect the overall Anti-Subspace Matrix? So what? The contract he signed with the Silent King was to protect the planet beneath his feet, not the entire Exorcising Dead Zone. What does the overall stability have to do with him?

Secondly, when subjected to high-intensity subspace energy impacts, the polarity may reverse, thus amplifying the subspace.

The fraudsters' brainwashing! I've already maxed out the anti-subspace polarity of the Blackstone, yet high-intensity subspace energy still appears?
Shemelher's orders were swiftly carried out, and the undead front began to shrink rapidly. The Astronauts and Astartes followed suit, and in almost half a day, humanity had advanced to the point where the Blackrock Spire was faintly visible.

Just as Shemehr had predicted, stasis began to reappear among humans. Many humans began to move more slowly, and even the genetically modified trolls were affected by stasis, making their combat efficiency increasingly lower.

The undead's power, however, was concentrated in one place with almost no loss; in fact, it was even stronger than when it was scattered.

Given this ebb and flow, according to Shemelh's logic, humanity should soon collapse.

However, the expected situation did not occur.

Those humans, chanting slogans like "Loyalty," "For the Emperor," "For Doraemon," "Return to the Golden Throne," and "The 22nd Century," actually managed to hold off a wave of undead attacks, killing many undead troops and stabilizing their position.

Is this logical? Is this reasonable?

In terms of both weaponry and manpower, the undead are many times stronger than humans.
Then they roared a few times and held their line.
Could it be that it was the fault of the commander, His Holiness the French Emperor Shemech?
That can't be right. He's the dignified Necromancer of the Space, yet his command ability is inferior to that ordinary human with a cigarette in his mouth?
After several rounds of back-and-forth exchanges, Shemelher had to admit that...

It seems he really can't outmaneuver that mortal.

Several attacks were repelled by the human forces commanded by the mortal named Creed.
However, how could a mere short-lived mortal be compared to him, a 60 million-year-old Necromancer, in terms of command ability?
This race called humans is definitely a bit off.

But it doesn't matter,
The stasis is expanding; human soldiers are being consumed every moment, while his undead army is endless and immortal.

"Gauss rifles, move up three centimeters! Fire a volley!"

With a single thought, Shermeh launched the thirteenth attack on the human positions. The emerald flashes of the Gauss rifles instantly illuminated the dusty battlefield, followed by a rain of lasers and a tidal wave of explosives from the human Astral Army. It was as if they had anticipated this and had prepared in advance.

But according to Shemelh's calculations, under the influence of the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone, humanity should already be nearing its limit, and this attack should at least tear a gap in their lines.

Suddenly, Shemech heard a crisp footstep echo across the battlefield. The roar of Gauss weapons, the explosions of shells, the whooshing of tank tracks—so many sounds reverberated, yet all gave way to that light footstep.
This clearly defies the laws of physics. Shermeh shifted his gaze, looking in the direction from which the sound came.
He saw a woman covered in light burns, her hair the color of straw in the sunlight, wearing massive armor and carrying a rolled-up banner, slowly ascending a mound in the center of the battlefield.
The hail of bullets all around seemed to be deliberately avoiding her. Shemerhe's heart skipped a beat.

Dust swirled on the battlefield, the smell of gunpowder filled the nostrils, and the stench of death permeated the air.

But Jeanne was not afraid.
Death is their authority, death is eternal slumber, death is the prelude to the golden throne and the twenty-second century.

But there are no tides of the subspace, no torrents of the High Heavens here.

The barrier formed from black stone turned this place into a deathly silence, preventing the gaze of the gods from falling upon it and the chaotic evil energy from descending.

But this does not mean that the powers of the Emperor and Doraemon cannot descend.

Emperors are human beings, and human beings are emperors.
Doraemon is the future of humanity, and the future of humanity is Doraemon.
The connection between humanity and these two great beings is so profound that even the Black Stone cannot completely sever it. As long as the fire of faith burns, the necromantic anti-subspace matrix cannot harm devout believers.
As long as the fire of faith burns, true miracles can transcend the limitations of the exorcism realm and descend.
As long as the fire of faith burns, the souls of all beings will continue to be protected by these two great beings.

As long as the fire of faith burns.
Jeanne, clad in her iconic battle armor, strode into the battlefield.
Within the heavy, iconic armor, the machine spirit was weakened by the subspace, but Jeanne, through sheer willpower, managed to control this massive machine, moving to the very center of the battlefield.

Her will extended in all directions, and she could sense that the Astronauts were growing increasingly weary, their souls slowly fading, and the flame of their faith was gradually dying out.

Once they lose their faith, nothing can protect their souls.
Jeanne chose the mound in the very center of the battlefield and stepped onto it.

High-speed weapons, laser beams, explosive bombs—everything on the battlefield seemed to be avoiding him, leaving her completely unharmed.

Both humans and the undead noticed her presence.

The humans gasped in surprise, for many warriors who worshipped Saint Doraemon recognized Jeanne's identity, knowing that she was the chosen Saint Girl Jeanne, whom both the Emperor and Saint Doraemon shared.

Many of their soldiers tried to rush forward to protect Jeanne.

But their speed was no match for the undead. Several undead locust destroyers noticed Jeanne and aimed their Gauss destruction cannons at her.

These metallic monsters are one of the more crazed types of necromancers. They awaken driven mad by endless cold and emptiness, hating all life forms in the world. They transform themselves into terrifying killing machines, born solely to destroy other life.

The Locust Destroyers chose to modify their lower bodies with an anti-gravity chassis to support their massive upper limbs and the Gauss Destroyer, which is almost as tall as the Astartes. No matter what the enemy is, even the heavy tanks of the Astronautical Army, they will be reduced to ashes under their firepower.

Their Gauss destruction cannons began to flash with a deadly emerald light —

Jeanne turned her head slightly, looking at the few Locust Destroyers with her indifferent yet ardent eyes.
Even the cold, crazed space necromancers were stunned by that gaze.
Those eyes were like the remnants of a burnt-out star, lifeless, dim, and flickering.
But the instant she looked at the undead in space, the extinguished star was reignited.

Or perhaps the power of the star re-entered the girl's body.
Beneath her skin, which was covered in shallow burns, flames seemed to be flowing faintly.

"The Emperor's will is unyielding; he will not tolerate any foreign races. You are impure and should be purified."

Short syllables escaped his lips, and golden flames suddenly ignited on the space undead that were aiming at him, instantly turning those war machines made of living metal into a burning fireball.

A deafening sound of metal tearing apart echoed in mid-air, and almost in the blink of an eye, the undead locust destroyers turned to ashes and vanished into thin air.

This incredible scene left both the undead forces and the human forces under the Hierophant's command stunned.
Was it some kind of unknown weapon? Or some kind of psionic attack? Or perhaps a true miracle?
The Exorcism Dead Zone was clearly humming and operating, yet many members of the Astral Army and even Astartes were still affected by the stasis effect.

But the girl did indeed demonstrate some kind of supernatural power.

Jeanne slowly unfurled the battle flag in her hand and raised it high.

The Emperor's double-headed eagle and Doraemon's tanuki face fluttered in the wind atop the battle flag, shining brightly amidst the dust of the battlefield, like a blazing golden sun.

"Sons of man! Listen to my words! For this is what our Lord wants to tell you!"

Standing atop the high hill, Jeanne pointed her battle flag at the distant Black Stone Tower:
"I declare to you: death is a lie woven by aliens and traitors!"

"That blasphemous alien creation called the Blackstone Spire can thwart the covetousness of Chaos and the malice of the subspace, but it can never thwart the protection of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon."

"Sons of man! Be fervent in your faith! Wherever you are, our Lord is with us forever, and whenever you are, your souls will return to the Golden Throne and the 22nd century."

"Now, join me in praising the Emperor's sacrifice thirteen times and the hope of Doraemon twenty-two times."

"I am Jeanne, a devout follower of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon, and I pray with you all!"

Jeanne's battle cry rippled through the air, and almost every member of the Astral Army simultaneously felt two gazes fixed upon them.

In an instant, they looked up and seemed to see, above the clouds, a skeleton seated on a golden throne and a blue metallic figure resembling a raccoon, watching them and waiting to witness their indomitable struggle.

In an instant, the effects of stillness vanished, leaving only a burning faith roaring and burning in the hearts of every warrior.

Emperor Shermeh stared blankly at the scene, repeatedly confirming with the tomb engineers that they had not misjudged the polarity of the black stone.
Such an obvious subspace reaction, such an obvious psionic effect, actually appeared brazenly right below the Blackrock Spire.

What the hell is wrong with this world?
Can't we reason with each other?
(End of this chapter)