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

Chapter 613 I Choose You! Star God Pokémon!

Seeing them makes me want to punch them.
Imotek was speechless for a moment; he couldn't even utter a word to criticize the two overlords, Nazar and Zhalang.

After all, even he himself had just inexplicably felt this desire.
It was as if fate itself was using Imhotep's hand to bring misfortune upon the weeping one.
This is so inexplicable, completely illogical, and truly incomprehensible to Imhotep.

"Should we order Nazar and Zhalang to stop turning?" Overlord Augwalk asked.

Imhotep's expression darkened slightly. This was the weakness of the inertial-free engine: it was simply too fast. So fast that Imhotep couldn't stop it before the steering had already begun.

If Imotech were to abruptly change course at this point, it would not only fail to stabilize the fleet's formation but would also cause chaos.

Furthermore, both flanks have begun to shift, and if Imotek's central force remains stationary, the formation will completely collapse.
The Storm King waved to Overlord Augvark not to interrupt the turning of the two vassal dynasties' forces, and then ordered his own Sotek dynasty fleet to turn as well.

Imotek knew he had likely fallen into a human trap.
However, his first admiration was not for the ingenious tactical design of humankind.

Because this tactic, in Imhotep's view, was not sophisticated at all; it was purely a gamble, betting that Imhotep's troops would actually pursue the Weepers.
What Imhotep truly lamented was how incredibly unlucky the weeping person was.
"Is this person who is wailing really that unlucky?"

"A mere small battle group has drawn the entire army of my Storm King Dynasty, plus the two subordinate dynasties, to hunt it down?"

Imotek muttered to himself,

Moreover, humans seem to be really convinced that the weeping ones will be so unlucky and will definitely provoke Imhotep's forces. Can't we just stop with all this feudal superstition and have a logical and rational battle?

Although they haven't directly started fighting yet, he's already gotten a lot of feel for fighting greenskins from the humans.
Inexplicable, completely illogical, a series of bizarre coincidences
It's absolutely disgusting!!

But Imotec refused to believe it; he refused to believe that his order could be defeated by things that defied logic.

Ok?
Just then, a roaring arc of light suddenly appeared beside Imotek.

The continuity of reality was instantly shattered, and a portal to the network suddenly appeared on the side of the Imotek fleet.

Within the network, the engines of warships roared, transforming into spears that pierced Imotek's exposed flanks.

The lead ship, however, was exceptionally large and exquisite, with a long, slender body, entirely gilded, and a massive crimson gem embedded in its wing-like prow, resembling a tear of blood hanging in the void.
Imotek's exceptional logic quickly helped him confirm the ship's identity.

The flagship of the Holy Blood Angels of Humanity, the Glory Queen-class battleship Red Tear.

Meanwhile, the sensors of the Unrelenting Conqueror were operating at high speed, allowing Imotek to see a figure standing in the void atop the bow of the Red Tears.

It was an Astartes clad in scarlet power armor, his armor resembling that of a muscular man who had been skinned alive, the terracotta surface sculpted into the shape of bright red muscles.
He had long, golden-white hair, a pale face like a dark creature from a cave that hadn't seen the light in a long time, and a pair of eyes surging with intense psionic light.

Morpheus, curator of the Blood Angels think tank
Dante was stationed in Baal to handle government affairs, while Saint Gilles had a different position in Saint Doraemon's arrangements. As a result, Morpheus became the nominal commander-in-chief of the entire Blood Angels force.

Imhotep remained expressionless. He understood how dangerous his exposed flank was, but he had already planned his response.

He will unleash the power of the enslaved gods.
Between Imotek's forces and the Blood Angels fleet, a violent distortion occurred in the dimension of reality. A pocket dimension unfolded from the microscopic realm, appearing in the macroscopic universe, and three enormous undead constructs were released in its wake.

Despite their massive size, these three undead constructs were actually quite inconspicuous in the void, incomparable to those magnificent void ships, resembling three small pebbles.
These structures, composed entirely of black stone, resemble pyramids with their corners cut off, their surfaces shimmering with a series of fluorescent green lines, exuding an eerie aura.
That's a hyperdimensional Rubik's Cube cage.

They are shackles, treasures of the Sothek dynasty, and one of the most powerful forces in Imotec's hands.

They themselves do not possess much power; the real power lies with the prisoners within them.
In the vacuum, one of the hyperdimensional Rubik's Cube mazes slowly opened, unleashing a dazzling burst of light. A being composed entirely of multicolored energy slowly unfolded its form within the cage, its multiple limbs wielding a scepter, a sphere, a sword, and an axe. It opened the three eyes on its forehead, and its headdress, formed from the light of countless stars, shone brilliantly.
He is Igrania the Shaper, the Star God who is most skilled at dismantling and reshaping the fragments of planets.

Then, another hyperdimensional Rubik's Cube maze opened, and countless tiny metal insects hovered within the black stone structure. Each metal insect shimmered with a faint golden light, and these transformed into threads, connecting the swarm of metal insects to form a faintly visible humanoid shape.

He is the Unpredictable Ishthu, the infinite swarm of insects, the eternal plague, a fragment of the star god that once resided in the minds of countless beings.

The final hyperdimensional Rubik's Cube maze opened, and a bright star exploded within it. Its living metallic shell shattered into countless fragments, swirling and orbiting around it in ways completely incomprehensible to humans, like planets orbiting a star, or subjects orbiting a monarch.
He is the Ruler Zahurash, the Lord of Time and Space, the Holder of Knowledge, the Beacon, whose fragments were once used by the undead to forge the Lighthouse—fragments of the Star God.

These three fragments of the Star God are one of the five jewels in the treasure trove of the Sotek Dynasty. Apart from the two fragments whose power is too great and almost impossible to retrieve after being released, they represent the strongest power wielded by the Storm King.

These three fragments of the Star Gods are enough to withstand the fleet of the Holy Blood Angels. Even if the Primarchs of humanity were to fight, they would not be able to break through the fragments of these three gods.

The three fragments of the Star Gods shimmered like three bright stars, scorching, dazzling, and luminous, connected together like an insurmountable wall of light.

Mephisto stood atop the bow, his entire body enveloped in intense psionic light.

The bow of the Crimson Tear is made of a bloodstone from Balt, a massive bloodstone that originated from the Crimson Lands within the Bal Mountains, or perhaps from the Heart of Balt.

According to the Eldar, that is where Baal's world soul resides, the dwelling place of Baal's spirit.

Mephisto wasn't sure if the Eldar's claim was correct, but the Bloodstones produced there could indeed generate a certain degree of psionic resonance, and a sufficient number of Bloodstones gathered together could greatly amplify the psionic power of the Holy Blood Angels' Treasury.
Mephisto gently channeled his will into the bloodstone at the bow of the Red Tear. This massive, mountain-like bloodstone burst forth with light, and in Mephisto's mind, the desolate yet magnificent landscape of the Three Stars of Baal was projected.
In the dim light, Mephisto saw two angels, one black and one gold, hovering above the Baal Mountains. The dark, cold, and angry angel cast a glance at Mephisto.
Black fury erupted within Mephisto, and he felt his will merge with that of Saint Gilles, becoming one with him and drawing upon powerful psychic energy.

A furious roar erupted from Mephisto's mouth, and his figure was instantly torn into nine pieces.
Mephisto summoned his past, present, and future simultaneously, and divided each self into body, soul, and will.

The nine Mephistos each possessed all of Mephisto's psychic power, and their simultaneous roars almost transformed them into nine roaring warp storms.

Imotek merely smiled coldly at the sight.
No matter how powerful the waves of the warp may be, the real universe will always be the domain of the Star Gods.

Wanting to fight the Star Gods with psychic powers in the real universe—who does he think he is? One of the Eldar gods?

Even the spirit gods created by the ancient sages to fight against the star god could not fight the star god on their own and had to rely on external forces.

Although Imotek only released fragments, didn't all the Eldar gods die anyway?
Plasma light erupted from the three eyes on the brow of the Shaper, accompanied by roars of intense heat. Dark matter hidden in the void was released and transformed into carbon, iron, magnesium, and silicon, coalescing into a sphere the size of an asteroid, hovering in the void, its sights fixed on the Red Tear.
The metallic scarabs that had coalesced into the shape of the Unstable Ishtar began to reproduce. They drew energy from the void, transforming it into matter, and then molded that matter into even more tiny metallic insects. These minuscule metallic insects became a plague of iron, spreading through the void, and were about to fly towards the Blood Angels' fleet.
The ruler Zahurash burst forth with light like a star. In the area illuminated by his light, spacetime began to distort violently, gravity was twisted into a vortex, and the distance between the Holy Blood Angels fleet and the Storm King fleet was drastically increased, turning from being close at hand to being far away.

Imotek gave a cold, low laugh; he believed victory was in his grasp.
Just then, Imotek seemed to faintly hear some laughter coming from the air.
The laughter, mingled with mocking jokes, foolish voices, vile lies, and wicked seduction, appeared and disappeared, seemingly merely an illusion.
In the void, the body of the ruler Zahurash suddenly trembled, and the star god suddenly turned his head to look at the other two star gods beside him.

(End of this chapter)