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

Chapter 617 The Soul of the Long-Term Machine is Here!
"Why are you panicking?"

"It won't be chaotic!"

The bridge doors slowly opened, and a calm, ordinary human voice rang out from behind them.
Shemoch immediately turned his head in the direction of the sound and saw a human who appeared to have undergone no modification or enhancement walking in through the bridge gate.

The human was so ordinary, showing no particular difference, but his voice seemed to possess a unique power. His calm and not loud voice silenced the necromancers and overlords of the space for a moment.

"You," Shemohe said with some surprise, but saw that the human's gaze lightly swept over every space undead present, lingering on each space undead for only a brief moment.

In that brief instant, Shemokh's gaze met that of the human.
A strange, indescribable feeling suddenly arose within Shemokh's metallic body.

It's like putting the first coin into an empty piggy bank.
It was like the first drop of rain falling in a desert that had been parched for millions of years.
Like the wisdom a wild beast gains when it first looks up at the stars.
It was as if everything that had been empty had suddenly found some support.
Shemokh felt surprise, not a false surprise simulated by his logical brain, but a genuine emotion—a substantial emotion that only existed in his fragmented memories.

He felt something suddenly appear in his previously empty metallic body, a slight rhythm, something pulsating within him, like a slightly warm heart, supporting him in generating emotions, existence, and meaning.

Shemokh's metallic body trembled.

what is that?
What is this feeling of unfamiliarity?
The soul?
It seems to fall short of the soul's former state, being much weaker, more fragile, and simpler.

If the true soul is a warm ship in a cold sea of ​​matter...

So now, Shemoch is riding on a piece of driftwood in the water.

But for someone who is constantly drowning, a piece of driftwood is a blessing.

"Our Changji is back! Our Changji is back!!"

One of the female dioceses was the first to react, letting out a joyful shout.

Her emotions were so intense, clear, and genuine that they infected the Hierophant and Overlord beside her, and further infected all the space undead and Hierophants present.

These cold, hollow metal shells felt the warmth within their own bodies; if they still had the ability to shed tears, they would already be weeping bitterly.

"Holy Doraemon above!" a royal emperor roared, and immediately knelt at the feet of the mortal.

The mortal seemed completely unsurprised. He simply gave a calm smile, slowly extended his hand, and gently placed his palm on the head of the Dharma Emperor.

Scorching hot

All the undead in space felt the burning heat on that mortal's body.
In a daze, they realized that the mortal was a star, the sun, the source of all power.

The machine spirits within them, the warmth and existence they possess, are merely the radiance emanating from that human.

Meanwhile, the emperor who was being supported was being illuminated by the star, becoming hotter than the other space undead, and the machine spirit within him became even more powerful.

He beat him to it!
Shemohe cursed inwardly, realizing he had been too slow to react at the crucial moment!

"My Lord!!" Shemoh cried out, bursting out of the space undead with a thud and kneeling beside the human in a leaping motion: "Your human subjects, who have wandered for millions of years, have finally returned to your side!!"

A smile, or a bland, unsurprising smile.

The person gently placed their hand on Shemohe's head, and Shemohe immediately felt the power infused into the machine spirit within him, making it stronger and clearer.
And so, the French emperors and the overlords went mad.

That person, without uttering a word, won them over with sheer actions; all their arrogance vanished in that instant.

They knelt on the ground, stretching out their hands to the human like slaves begging for mercy, uttering the most desperate pleas they could think of.
"I beg you! My lord!"

"God!"

"father!!"

But that person only raised one hand slightly.

All the Necromancers and Overlords of the cosmos fell silent.

“I promise you, I promise to give you a true soul.”

“But you shall not call me a god, nor worship any other god, nor pledge allegiance to a ruler who has not yet submitted to me.”

"You must replace the skulls of the aliens and mutants with the pure human skulls. You must remember that you are the Iron-Skull subspecies of the human race and can no longer call yourselves space undead."

"If so, when the Storm King and the Silent King die or submit, I will grant them new souls."

"Believe, and I am your Om Messiah, your primal force; disbelieve, and I will let you see the Lord of Darkness." A moment too brief to be true,

"God of all machines! Primal power! Savior of our race, Doraemon!"

"Their talent is not as good as mine, their knowledge is not as good as mine, and their character is not as good as mine."

"Their strength is not as great as mine, their minds are not as clever as mine, and their bodies are not as healthy as mine."

“But they have a better future than me, they can go to better military academies and become higher-ranking officers.”

"What kind of logic is this? How can a mediocre person lead a genius, the weak rule the strong, or a fool command a wise person?"

That's what the young, death-fearing commoner once asked.

He wasn't resentful of his fate; he simply couldn't understand or comprehend this illogical reality.

“They are in a higher caste than you. They are nobles and you are commoners. They have a higher status than you, just as some are slaves and you are citizens. Some are born to be enslaved, but you can enslave them.”

"This is the order of the Silent King, the order of the Triune Council, and the order of the Empire of the Fearful Stars."

"What an illogical order. If I were the Silent King, and I were one of the Three Saints, I would make the order of this world more logical."

Later, the young boy who feared death was flogged for disrespecting the Triune Council and the King of Silence.

order
Imotek calmly surveyed the battle map before him.
Zhalang's troops ultimately couldn't hold out for long; the Blood Angels' forces had broken through his weak defenses and were advancing directly towards his central army.

The Ultramariner was even more deadly; he sliced ​​through Imotec's forces like a sharp knife, slowly connecting with the Blood Angels' forces.

The Flesh-Tearers' fleet and the Weeping Fleet merged, and the right flank, now without Nazar's command, was forcefully halted.

At this moment, three human fleets are forming a deadly encirclement.

But looking at the battle map, Imhotep felt a strange sense of pleasure.
He saw a clear order in the enemy's strategy; the opposing commander was a logical man, employing a near-perfect tactical plan to strangle Imhotep.

Imhotep liked logical order, which gave him a faint sense of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but nod repeatedly in approval of his opponent's talent.

He failed in this encounter, or rather, his order was defeated in the first clash with the other's order.

But Imhotep didn't think he had completely failed; he still had a chance.

He also has a certain number of troops outside the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone, which can enter the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone at any time through the Tombstone Gate.

Moreover, the human forces have not yet truly trapped him.
Between the Flesh-Tearers, the Lamenters, and the Ultramarines, there remains a gap that would allow Imhotep to escape while preserving most of his central force.

This actually surprised Imhotep; he had thought the opponent would use a reserve team to close the gap.

Insufficient troops? Command errors? Poor execution by subordinates? Or was it simply luck on Imhotep's side?

Whatever the reason, Imhotep can use this to preserve his central army.

He originally intended to release the two strongest Star God fragments in the collection of the Sotek Dynasty and fight his way out.

Now, Imhotep can not only retain his two trump cards, but also preserve his central army to the greatest extent possible. As long as he reunites with the reinforcements from outside the Ghostly Dead Zone, Imhotep can regain his strength.
Almost without hesitation, Imotec swiftly issued the order, commanding all of his directly subordinate Sothek Dynasty forces to activate their inertia-free engines, aim at the gap between the human fleets, and break through at faster-than-light speed.
In his final moments before leaving the battlefield, Imotek glanced warily at the Glory of Macragge.
He knew he had an admirable opponent above him, a true tactical and strategic genius.

Imhotep is looking forward to his next match.
And so, in the blink of an eye, the inertial-free engine started, and Imotek's central force almost suddenly vanished from the human encirclement.
In the blink of an eye, Imhotep's fleet had traversed a vast distance, retreating back to the star system where the Tombstone Gate was located. He planned to enter the Web Channel, cross it, and retreat outside the Exorcist Dead Zone, into the area that Imhotep himself controlled.

This is all because the Silent King was unwilling to allow Imotek to establish a base within the Dead Zone of Spirits.

After cursing the Silent King in his heart, Imhotep hurriedly drove into the slowly opening tombstone gate.

Due to the self-defense mechanisms of the Web, Necromancers cannot stay in the Web for too long and must enter and exit quickly.
But at that moment, Imotek suddenly heard some sounds, exceptionally clear within the net.

He heard the sound of psionic energy exploding as everything turned to dust.
Imotek's body stiffened abruptly as he looked at the scene revealed within the Tombstone Gate.

Within the network, a star entwined with numerous strange runes hung low before Imotek's fleet's marching path.

Before the star, a wizard dressed in blue power armor, robes, and holding a black staff, standing in the void, stood.

Then, Imotek heard more sounds.
He heard the babbling of water in the deep, dense forest, and he heard the sound of slimy liquid, like snakes crawling across the ground.
(End of this chapter)