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

Chapter 615 Actually, I've been human for a long time!
"Never seen this before, have you? A genuine Terran human skull!"

Shemoh, with his round head coiled up, smiled and spoke to Zarasuza.

He initially replaced his head with the shape of a human skull entirely because he had witnessed the immense power of Doraemon and realized that the human race was truly formidable. He used this method to demonstrate his loyalty and stance, and incidentally, to annoy the Silent King.

But ever since he had his skull replaced with a human skull, Shemech found his head increasingly novel, pleasing to the eye, satisfying, and beautiful.
Can the dead be this beautiful?
No wonder I always heard that humans have one of the highest average looks among all the races in the galaxy; now it seems there's truth to that.
Even looking at his new head, Shemehe felt that his old will had been renewed and his logical brain was running much faster.

"This thing is really beautiful!" Shemohe couldn't help but exclaim.

Shemehe's words drew slight displeasure from the nearby Necromancer Emperor and Overlord.

“Shemekh, our skulls are the form of the race that feared the dead in life, how can they be easily changed?” a French emperor coldly questioned.

"What do you know? If I grew a long, slender skull, like the head of a coward, would Doraemon even care about me?" Shemohe scoffed disdainfully.

Regarding this assessment of the Papacy, Xie Mohe can only say that he is still deceiving himself. The relationship between the Space Necromancers and the Fearless is probably not as deep as the relationship between the Green Skins and the Mushrooms.
They've just been pretending to be a continuation of the fear of death, playing the role of those unfortunate souls destroyed by the Star God.

“You’re being too obsequious to humans!” another vizier retorted.

“Actually, I’ve been human for a long time. By human standards, as long as the skull resembles a human’s, then I’m human. Why should I flatter myself?” Shemohe said without changing his expression.

If space necromancers can identify themselves as those who fear the dead, why can't they identify themselves as another race? Why can't they identify themselves as human?

Shermoch has witnessed human capabilities firsthand. Humans truly have gods, and these gods are truly hardworking. Being human is definitely worthwhile.

"And what about your dignity!" Yet another French king attempted to retort to Shemech.

"I am both a space necromancer and a human. With two galactic superpower civilizations serving me alone, how could my dignity be lacking?" Shemohe grinned and replied with a look of great pleasure.

The surrounding space undead were speechless, not knowing where to begin refuting Shemehr, not because Shemehr's arguments were particularly convincing, but simply because they were shocked by Shemehr's shamelessness.

Looking at the silent Dharma Emperors and Overlords, Xie Mohe couldn't help but smile slightly.
Studying history is good, it's so much better! Understanding history allows us to learn from it, and by learning from history, we won't be constrained by the past.
Shemerh knew very well that, setting aside the part about the fear of the dead, the so-called glorious past of the space necromancers was not glorious at all.

They were created as slaves, and then destroyed their masters when they were weak; this is the entire history of their race.

They, too, had no future. The Silent King's so-called reversal of biological transformation was, in Shemeh's view, utter nonsense.

Necromancers are never a direct product of biological transformation. The flesh and blood of the fearsome are burned to ashes during biological transformation, and their will is swallowed up along with their soul. Only fragmented memories remain, which are copied into living metallic bodies, thus creating the space necromancers. They are, at best, the waste products left over from biological transformation.

Or rather, it's the residue excreted by the Star God after consuming food.

Attempting to reconstruct food from its residue is nothing short of wishful thinking.
But now that you can become human, you can have both the past and the future at the same time. That's a huge win!

"Lord Shemaher," Zarasuza approached Shemaher silently, "send me a copy of the skull modeling data."

"You," Shemerhe said with a hint of surprise, "you're very agile!"

Zarasuza remained unfazed. His reason for doing this was simply that his territory was surrounded by humans, bordering the Blood Angels' homeworld of Baal.
This de facto ruler of the Mefret dynasty didn't care about the history of the space necromancy, the Silent King's reversal of bio-transformation, or the Storm King's order, nor did he have any desire for expansion or power grabs.

All he wanted was to protect himself and the remaining assets of the Mevrek dynasty, and live his own quiet life.

But now the galaxy is becoming increasingly chaotic, making it more and more difficult to protect one's own assets. Relying on the Silent King is definitely out of the question, but relying on Dante is still quite reliable.

As a neighbor of the Angels of the Holy Blood, Zarasuzza had dealt with them quite a bit over the years, and her biggest impression of Dante was that he was an honest man.

Reliable, loyal, and someone you can depend on in crucial moments.

Furthermore, the Underworld is Baal's shield; if Zarasusa and the Blood Angels are of good character and help them protect the Underworld,

So when Hades is in danger, Dante will surely send a powerful force to support it; this happened once before, decades ago.

Therefore, Zarasuza is happy to express goodwill towards humanity.

Moreover, with a different head, people wouldn't recognize him at first glance, making it difficult to address him by his name directly. He would then truly be someone whose name cannot be called directly.

“I have Terran skulls here; these are the most standard human skull shapes.”

"There are also Fenris people, characterized by prominent cheekbones and obvious canine teeth."

“These belong to the Imperial Guard. They have three cracks in their skulls, which is said to be evidence of their skill in farming.”

Shemeh leaned closer to Zarasuza and whispered his introduction.

"Any Bar people?" Zarasuza asked. "Yes, yes, these are Bar people," Shemeh replied with a smile, sending Zarasuza a set of modeling data.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly: "I am interested in the Mefret Dynasty's intergalactic stellar energy transfer technology."

“It’s negotiable,” Zasasusa said, receiving the data and nodding at him with a smile.

Both of them showed expressions of satisfaction.

Just then, a slight sound of a door opening rang out, and the two of them turned their gazes toward the direction from which the sound came.

A red and pink wooden door appeared between the papal emperors.
"Anywhere Door." Shemerhe looked at the red and pink wooden door with great interest.

Many of the tomb technologies were considered by the French emperor to be some kind of subspace technology, a claim that Sheikh expressed his incomprehension.
Even the most foolish person can't understand the transformation formulas of imaginary and real numbers in higher-order dimensions of cosmic necromancy, right?

Why can't these people take a look at his book, "An Introduction to Dimensional Mechanics"?

This is a simple, somewhat popular science book published by Shermech, a patriarch and dimensional technology expert, during the war between the Fearful Ones and the Old Ones. Its purpose was to deepen the Fearful Ones' understanding of the warp.

However, the final result was dismal. The publisher refused to print it on a large scale, citing its excessive size. Even after a small-scale print run, only a handful of copies were sold. He bought one set himself, his son bought one set, Tarasin bought two sets, and a few others bought a few copies here and there.

Thus, his book was described as a monumental work that even those who fear death could not comprehend in their entire lives.

If they read that book, they would understand that by performing over 600,000 simple calculations, they would realize that the short-range individual teleportation technology and any-door technology commonly used by humans today have absolutely nothing to do with subspace.

Then they will realize just how terrifying the technology humans have mastered is.

The portal slowly opened, and the Endless One, Tarasim, stepped out.

This most notorious ruler of the Nihilak dynasty stood at the entrance of the portal, gently greeting the various rulers and the French emperor:

"Allaqar is waiting for you behind the door."

The French Emperor and the overlords asked no further questions and walked towards the red and pink wooden door.

They were not worried about any dangers behind the door, as they had already prepared a resurrection agreement in their tomb world. Even if Allah Kel set any traps, they could be reborn in the tomb world at any time.

Only Shemelher hesitated for a moment, because he knew that humanity truly possessed the technology to circumvent the resurrection protocol.
But upon closer reflection, Shemeh realized that Allakel had no reason to betray so many emperors and overlords; it was neither in his interest nor in the interest of Doraemon.

Thinking of this, Xie Mohe no longer hesitated. Instead, he quickened his pace and walked to the front of the line, heading towards the red and pink wooden door.

But a metal arm suddenly reached out and blocked Shemech.

Tarachin tilted his long, metallic head, his empty eyes filled with confusion as he looked at Shemeh.
"Which dynasty's emperor or overlord are you?" Tarachin asked, staring at Shemeh's round head, which was so different from the other undead.

This prompted Shermeh to tap the ground slightly with the staff of light in his hand.
"Tarasin, you little thief, take a good look. Don't you even recognize the king of your own dynasty?"

Shemerhe's tone was slightly displeased.

He was the French emperor of the Nihirak dynasty, while Tarasim was the overlord of the Nihirak dynasty. Logically, Tarasim should have been a subject of Shemeh.

"Shemerh? You old geezer, what's wrong with your head?"

Tarasin was startled. He looked Shemeh’s head up and down and finally realized that it was actually a human skull.

"You really have a good idea," Tarasin said, somewhat surprised. He really hadn't expected Shemeh to come up with something like this.

"Otherwise, how come I'm the Emperor and you're the Overlord?" Shemehe seemed to take Tarasin's words as a compliment, gave a light snort, and then stepped into the Anywhere Door.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Shemech realized that he had entered the interior of a human ship.

Everything happened in an instant; Shemelher only had time to catch a faint trace of the shift in spacetime.
His logical mind was racing, and the coolant inside his body was almost boiling, but in the end, Xie Mohe was unable to grasp the basic principle of the Anywhere Door based on that trace. This was not only due to insufficient computing power, but also because there was a technological gap of several generations, making it impossible to find a starting point.

Shemehe shook his head helplessly, but just then, he heard a commotion and curses coming from the French royal court.

Shemech was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the parameters at the corner of his eye. By identifying the ship's identification code and the star data of its star system, Shemech knew where he was.

"Emperor-class battleship, Lord of Light".

"Located in the Volian Vash system, directly in front of Storm King's army!"

"What does Allakel want to do?"

(End of this chapter)