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

Chapter 608 Quickly think about what the Regent will do!
"At the same time, General Zandrek, a subordinate of the Silent King, is leading an army to launch an attack on the Satyr system."

“The Magos and Satyr star systems are close together. Once the two systems are occupied, the Storm King can pass through the subspace storm and enter the interior of the Exorcism Dead Zone.”

As he spoke, Guilliman stretched out his hand and waved it in the air.
The ceiling suddenly opened, revealing a cherubim...?
A machine, about the same size as the Cherubim, with wings, but resembling a miniature version of Doraemon, slowly flew out from the ceiling.
That was designed by Belisarius Doraemon to replace the Cherubim's automaton servant, named Mini Doraemon.

Functionally, it is basically similar to Cherubim, but it does not need to use wet parts. This is because its mecha spirit is extremely powerful simply by designing its appearance, and it is even more intelligent than Cherubim, which uses wet parts.
Furthermore, it can also increase the efficiency of mechanical operation around it to a certain extent, increase the probability of enemy weapons malfunctioning, and is also cheaper, so it quickly replaced the original Cherubim in various places.

His art style just doesn't quite fit the galaxy; at least in Guilliman's opinion, it's a bit too cute, not serious or solemn enough.

But at least we don't have to look at that grotesque flying baby corpse anymore; Doraemon's aesthetic sense is much better than Emperor's.

Mini-Dora's eyes suddenly glowed, projecting a star map showing the positions of the stars in the Neferim Sector.

The Morgauss and Satir systems are located on the edge of the Neferim sector. These two systems are close together, and the black rocks on them are still exerting some influence, resulting in relatively weaker subspace storms in their vicinity.

The Silent King and the Storm King formed an alliance. The Storm King attacked the Morgoth system, while Zandrek, the Crowned General under the Silent King, was heading to Satyr.
The enemy's plan was clear: to try and create an opening so that Storm King Imotek's forces could enter the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone.

"What is the objective of this operation?" Fugen raised his head slightly and asked, looking at the star map.

Guilliman stretched out his hand slightly, and a horizontal line began from the Morgoth Galaxy, ran through the entire Exorcism Dead Zone, and ended at the other end of the Vorian Vash Galaxy.

"The Silent King must have somehow reached an agreement with the Storm King, intending to use the Storm King's forces to attack the space necromancer Anlakel who is currently in the Volian Vash system."

"Storm King clearly doesn't want to bypass the entire sector to reach Volian Vash, because that would force him to confront the raging warp storms and all of our forces."

"His plan is clearly to use the area controlled by the Silent King to cross the Neferim sector and reach the Volian Vash system."

“A more reasonable plan.” Fugen nodded in agreement. “In that case, the Morgoth and Satyr star systems become very important, don’t they?”

"If they break through these two star systems, there will be almost no obstacles on Storm King's way to Volian Vash."

“That’s right.” Guilliman nodded in agreement.

A glint flashed in the clone's violet eyes: "Then why haven't you taken any action? We should start acting immediately!"

"The space necromancers are extremely fast. Their inertial-free engines allow them to easily travel faster than light in the material universe. From our perspective, they almost disappear and reappear suddenly."

Guilliman remained expressionless, calmly looking at Fugen and saying:

"Even with a subspace engine, it would be difficult to keep up with their speed. With that mobility alone, they can gain the upper hand. Normally, even if we react now, it will be too late."

“You said it yourself, it’s normal!” Fugen’s thin lips curled up slightly: “Give me a fleet armed with any stargate, and I will immediately head to these two star systems. The Storm King’s forces will not cross the Emperor’s Son’s fortified wall.”

"Whether you go to Morgoth or Satyr, you will face a pincer attack from both the Zandreik and Imotek forces. It will be a brutal meat grinder. You are not Rogue Dorn, and that battlefield is not for you."

“I have a son who always claims to be the son of Roger Dorne, so this is a good opportunity for him to prove himself,” Fugen said, glancing at Thor beside him with a smile.

Thor's expression turned serious.
“Zandreik is a formidable opponent, powerful, cautious, and elusive. I have been defeated by him before, but if given such an opportunity, I will wash away my shame.”

“There will be that opportunity, son.” A slightly radiant smile appeared on Fugen’s lips. “As you can see, Guilliman, the Son of the Emperor will not back down. There is no room for cowardice in the realm of perfection.”

“But the cowards I sent to those two star systems were the ones I sent,” Guilliman said, staring at Fugen.

Fugen frowned slightly: "What do you mean by that?"

Guilliman ignored Fugen's question; he simply looked up at the star map in the sky. The star map, reflected in Guilliman's eyes, seemed to show the movement trajectory of the undead forces in the stars.
Guilliman seemed to be analyzing and understanding the thoughts surging in the mind of Storm King Imhotep through these clues.

“I believe that what happened in the Morgoth and Satyr systems was just a feint,” he said calmly to Fugen.

In the Satyr system, the Glory Queen-class battleship Conqueror, like a bloodthirsty blade piercing the dark void, rampaged between the space undead and the Imperial fleets with a frenzied, living frenzy.

Even the forces of the Necromancers found themselves extremely overwhelmed when faced with this savage behemoth that had been immersed in warp space for ten thousand years and was now highly mutated and deformed.

The macro cannons were the Conqueror's claws, the light spears its blades, and the boarding torpedoes its tentacles. Under this savage and frenzied attack, the Necromancer fleet was torn apart, allowing the Conqueror to break into the fray and directly confront the flagship of the Necromancer Crowned General Zandrek.

Like raindrops, the boarding torpedoes slammed into Zandreek's flagship, tearing open cold gashes that allowed the roaring World Eaters to charge in.

"Obi-Long, my loyal guardian, behold how valiant these young warriors are! They roar! They rave! They never retreat!"

Zandreik sat upright in the core of the tomb ship, watching the images flash across the light screen before him.

The Devourers, clad in crimson power armor, surged like a blood tide, their killing intent palpable. Wielding chainsaws, they swiftly harvested the space undead, hacking down their metal heads.

“It’s less about bravery and more about savagery, recklessness, and madness,” said Obi-Long, Zandreik’s guard, his arms wrapped around his war scythe, his voice icy.

“Recklessness is closer to courage than cowardice, my guardian.” Zandreuk smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned about the World Eaters who had invaded his ship.

A beast-like roar erupted from outside the door, as a howling chainsaw cleaved through the metal-forged gate, tearing it to shreds in an instant.
A severed head of a space necromancer was thrown at Zandrek's feet.

Dozens of world-devourers, their faces contorted and roaring, surged into the core of the tomb ship.

The Butcher's Nails above the heads of these berserkers were hissing and roaring, clearly controlled by rage.

"Welcome! Join the ranks of the brave Fearful Warriors!"

"Although you are rebellious traitors, your courage is still admirable."

"Please allow me, the Crowned One Zanderik, to pay my respects to you—"

"For Regent Kosorax!!! Kill!!"

Zandreik had barely finished speaking when a World Eater berserker let out a savage roar, unable to contain his rage.

The berserker leaped up and swung his chainsaw axe at Zandrek's head.

Obi-Dragon moved.
His massive metallic body displayed unimaginable speed; almost in the blink of an eye, the berserker who lunged at Zandrek was cleaved into three pieces by Obi-Rong's war scythe, crashing to the ground, bleeding profusely and spilling his internal organs.
Before the Devourers could react, the eight berserkers positioned at the front were also slashed across the body by the war scythe.

The heavy terracotta power armor was as fragile as paper, easily torn apart by the war scythe, leaving only a pile of mangled corpses on the ground.

Obi-Dragon's terrifying power, the rubble scattered on the ground, and the ever-present stench of blood in the air—all these combined to violently assault the nerves of the World Eaters and stimulate the Butcher's Nails above their heads.

The instruments of torture from Nutheria roared, stimulating and tormenting the nerves of the World Eaters, implanting irrational rage into their minds, attempting to completely drive them insane and turn them into beasts.
Amidst the pain and torment, a figure gradually emerged before the Devourers' eyes.
That bright red figure, clad in Terminator power armor,
The figure also had the Butcher's Nail on his head, but his eyes gleamed with reason; he was not controlled by the Butcher's Nail.

The instant the figure appeared, its spirit seemed to resonate with the World Devourer Berserkers.

That figure was none other than the current leader of the World Eaters' legion, a man whose spirit was so unyielding that he could withstand the Butcher's Nails for ten thousand years, the regent entrusted with the care of Angron on his deathbed, and the spiritual idol of countless World Eaters—Regent Kosorax.
Since the fall of Angron, whenever the Butcher's Nails on the heads of the World Eaters reach a certain point, their minds resonate with Kozorax, and Kozorax's image appears before their eyes.
At these times, a faint voice would remind them.

Think about it, what would the great Regent Kosorax have done in this situation?
What will Kosolax do?
(End of this chapter)