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

Chapter 602 Our Gene Father is Very Well-Rich

Inside the Imperial Glory, Thor, clad in a power armor woven from purple, white, and gold, hid among the ship's pipes, trying his best to keep his breathing low and avoid being exposed to the cold, metallic undead detectors.

His silver and gold hair was slightly disheveled and clung to his cheeks, and a bittersweet smile, born from his own genetic material, adorned his handsome face.

In fact, he still hasn't figured out the situation.
He was released by the space necromancer General Zandreik.

Although the old general was an alien, he was a man of high moral character.
Zandreek returned Thor's ship, and most of the crew of the Imperial Glory were unharmed.

Even before his departure, Zandreik gifted Thor a Necrophase Sword, specially crafted by him and shaped like a courtly longsword, as compensation for the Power Sword that Zandreik had broken.

Thor, who was suddenly released by Zandreik, was confused about the current situation of the Empire and the galaxy. He had originally planned to go to Terra.
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However, his navigator inadvertently led him to the edge of the Neferim Sector. The reason was that the outer perimeter of the Neferim Sector was currently enveloped by a blazing golden warp storm, which, from the navigator's perspective, resembled the light of a starlight torch. His crew mistook it for a starlight torch, bringing Thor to this vicinity.
To make matters worse, when Thor emerged from the warp, he was right in the heart of Imotek's forces, the Necromancer Storm King.
Thor and the Imperial Glory were naturally hunted down by the space undead. If it weren't for the changes that occurred to Thor himself after approaching the Neferim Sector, which allowed him to stall the space undead, he and his ship would probably have become space junk long ago.
Thor heard clanging footsteps, like metal striking metal, and he vaguely saw some eerie green light in the corner of his eye.
"Do it."

A voice resounded within Thor's body.
It seemed to be a voice from the depths of his mind, a voice that existed within him even before he was born, a whisper from his genetic sequence, a voice from the other side of death.

The scorching heat burning within Thor's genetic seed guided his body to swing the Necromancer's Hyperphase Sword.

This guidance from the genetic seed existed from the day Thor became an Astartes, but it became more apparent and clear after he arrived at the edge of the Neferim Sector and approached the roaring golden warp storm.

But it wasn't just the voice emanating from the genetic seed that guided Thor.

There was another force, a cold, dark, vicious, and wicked soul surging within Thor, guiding the trajectory of his sword strikes.
Unlike the voice in the gene seed, which was teaching and guiding Thor,
That cold and vicious soul seemed to be forcibly controlling Thor's body, brutal and unbearable.

The slender blade sliced ​​through the cold darkness, and simultaneously, gruesome sword wounds appeared on the bodies of more than ten space undead warriors.
The undead fell in the blink of an eye; even living metal could not withstand the deadly, sharp blade.

"I am stronger than him, my swordsmanship is more deadly. Learn my power."

A chilling, malevolent whisper echoed in Thor's ears, tempting him to learn his swordsmanship and accept his power. He assured Thor in the name of the Lord of Thirst that this was not an attempt to possess Thor, but simply a pure teaching.

He seems to have been a parasite within Thor for a long time, since Thor was involved in his previous death, and unlike Sharokin, Thor doesn't feel any honor about it.

However, Thor was protected by Saint Doraemon, and the thirsty Lord who bestowed upon him the gift of the ever-resurrecting cold voice was unwilling to offend Saint Doraemon and never granted him the power to possess Thor.

Until recently, the chilling voice seemed to have gained some power—power not enough for it to possess Thor, but enough to speak to Thor, teach Thor, guide Thor, and help Thor.
The voice declared that this was a task given to him by the Lord of Thirst, who wanted to help Doraemon in this way. If Thor accepted his teachings and help, the Lord of Thirst would allow him to be resurrected in another body.

Saul, of course, did not believe his nonsense and always suspected that it was some kind of corruption.

At that moment, a series of memories surfaced in Thor's mind—memories hidden in the gene seed.
In his memory, Thor stood amidst ruins, before him stood Lucius, the arrogant son of an emperor, before he had fallen into the descent of Slaanesh.
Thor punched Lucius in the face, and Lucius howled in pain before scrambling ugly onto the roof like a wild dog and escaping.
Lucius in this picture looks so much like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, ugly and ridiculous, his comical appearance even bringing a slight smile to Saul's lips.

"Tavez, you son of a bitch, you father of genes—" a cold voice cursed angrily.

"Traitor, have you forgotten that we are the fathers of a gene?"

"I know, but I really have, it's very smooth."

The two voices argued and clashed in Thor's mind. Thor's expression was somewhat strange as bizarre memories flashed through his mind, including things like the Pear of Pain.
But Thor didn't have time to look into those ancient memories; he had to move immediately.
These space undead warriors are nothing to worry about; the real danger lies with the Dharma Emperor himself.
Imotek stared coldly at the 3D map of the ship that appeared before him.

More than ten space necromancers disappeared into the cabin.
Imotek had initially thought that the human named Thor was just an excellent commander, but now it seemed he was also a highly skilled swordsman.

This person not only inexplicably appeared at the heart of Imotec's army, causing damage to several ships, but also safely escaped into space, engaging in guerrilla warfare and circling with Imotec's fleet.

With just one man and one ship, they caused considerable trouble for Imhotep's forces, and even nearly charged into Imhotep's flagship several times.

What bothered Imhotep the most was that this human, much like someone with schizophrenia, often displayed two or even three different command and combat styles, giving Imhotep a sense of fighting the Orks.
Imhotep excels at using logical thinking to predict all possible factors on the battlefield and formulate sufficiently sophisticated plans to control the entire battlefield.

Imotek was really struggling to cope with this somewhat chaotic and illogical opponent.

It took Storm King six whole days to corner the human named Thor.

However, Imotek did not choose to destroy the ship directly with its weaponry.
Thor's six days of resistance earned Imhotep's respect; he was a strongman.
Imhotep has always been happy to give strong individuals a chance to directly challenge him.

This is both a glory for his opponent and a way for Imhotep to prove his strength.

He didn't even intend to kill Thor; he would cut off Thor's arm, then spare Thor's life and give him a chance for revenge.

This is Imhotep's confidence, this is Imhotep's pride.
He was not a tyrant, not a mass murderer, not a madman; he was an irresistible order. Those who refused to submit to him could resist, but ultimately they would find themselves still within Imhotep's order. Imhotep calmly watched as several more points of light, symbolizing the space necromancers, vanished.

The time it took for those points of light to disappear was roughly the same as Imhotep's plan.

“I see, so you really do have a split personality,” Imhotep said with a smile.

After realizing that Thor might only appear to be one person, and that he might have multiple minds within him, Imhotep's plan involved dismantling Thor as a single entity.
He believed that Saul's spirit should consist of three parts.

A young person who values ​​honor but is not arrogant and still somewhat immature is striving to draw wisdom and strength from the other two spirits, and is constantly learning and growing.

A commander who has his own pride but never talks about it, mature, excellent, rigorous, humble and down-to-earth, reliable and good at fighting enemies far larger than himself in desperate situations.

A despicable, shameless, cunning, and vicious criminal, insidious, base, and ruthless, like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, an unkillable bug, not deadly but dangerous.

With this, Imhotep, using his super-logical mind, began to predict Thor's actions.

"Found you." Imotek smiled slightly, and his figure flashed as he disappeared into the pocket dimension.

Then, a twisted, dark green lightning bolt appeared in front of Thor, who was weaving through the pipes and dodging the space undead army.

Thor quickly raised his sword to block the oncoming lightning bolt, the shockwave forcing him to retreat several steps.

"You, or rather all of you, played very well, very brilliantly."

Storm King Imotek smiled and looked at Thor:

"Although you have ultimately fallen into my trap, I am willing to give you some respect."

"Human, I am Imotek, the Storm King, the powerful force of the resurgence of the Necromancers in space, the unquestionable order. I give you the chance to challenge me."

"Of course, you will fail, but I will not kill you. I will cut off one of your arms as a sign of humiliation, and then you can leave and seek an opportunity to take revenge on me."

Storm King slightly raised the Staff of Light, aiming it at Thor.

Thor's thoughts paused for a barely perceptible moment due to the Storm King's sudden appearance; he hadn't expected this Space Necromancer Emperor to find his location so quickly.
Thor tightened his grip on the Phase Blade, and in a flash, he appeared beside Imodek.
Almost simultaneously, that sinister spirit climbed onto Thor's arm, guiding him to stab Imhotep in the neck.

Imhotep's body moved only slightly, causing Thor's blade to deflect and strike his bronze-colored living metal shoulder armor.

At the same time, Imhotep swung his staff of light, the Staff of Destroyer, aiming for Thor's shoulder.

The will from the gene seed became slightly active, replacing the sinister soul and beginning to guide Thor's body, causing Thor to instantly abandon the Hyperion Phase Blade in his hand and take a step back.

Stab it! ! !

The blade of the Destroyer's Power sliced ​​through Thor's purple, white, and gold power armor, leaving only a shallow scratch that revealed the red crystal-like material beneath the paint.

A bead of sweat trickled down Thor's forehead; he was just a hair's breadth away.

This is Belisarius metal, a new material developed by the great sage Belisarius Doraemon based on Doraemon's gadgets.

More than a decade ago, it was partially mass-produced and made into power armor, which was distributed to some former Chapter Masters of the Forged Chapter. Thor's armor was one of them.

Imhotep remained expressionless as the living metal forming his shoulder armor slightly recovered, and Thor's Hyperphase Sword slammed to the ground.

The Storm King strode forward with unwavering steps, approaching Thor step by step, making Thor feel a sudden difficulty in breathing.

Suddenly, Thor noticed that the sinister soul within him was trembling slightly, like a wild dog afraid of a storm.

Is he afraid of Imhotep?

No, that's not right. Thor suddenly felt his genes trembling.
"How could this be? How did he get here?" the sinister soul murmured in a voice that was filled with fear and disgust, awe and hatred.

(End of this chapter)