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

Chapter 629 A substance like this isn't worthy of my attention?
The fraudster doesn't know how to become a god of the warp, but the Void Dragons were researching the warp 60 million years ago. This bastard also secretly withheld the souls of many beings in the universe at that time, as well as the souls of the Fearful Ones. He must have known long ago what the necessities for becoming a god of the warp are.

The fraudster did this not because it benefited him, but because he was convinced that if the Lord of Change wouldn't set traps for him, then the fraudster would naturally set traps for the Lord of Change as well, that's what makes it fun.

The fraudsters imagined the stunned expressions on the faces of those false gods in the warp, when they were blown up by the Void Dragon's bomb.
While pondering this in his mind, the fraudster glanced at Tarasin and the others who were fleeing through the world engine.

A sly smile crept across His lips. As a celebration of our impending reunion, let's play a game of cat and mouse.

In the warp, the Lord of Change watched the Deceivers begin their pursuit of Tarasin and his companions, a cunning smile playing on his lips.

Let's play a game of cat and mouse, you tiny stellar parasite.

Although the master of all trades checked it thoroughly several times, he couldn't find any flaws in the technology used by the fraudsters.

But the master of all changes was convinced that the fraudster would inevitably set a trap for him.
In terms of the fraudster's credibility, whether in the real universe or the subspace, it's to the point that sweeping a shared bicycle could cause the shared bicycle car to transform, stand up, and beat him up.

In that case, how could the Lord of All Changes not also dig a pit for Him?
The Master of Change spent a long time subtly hypnotizing those who gave the fragments to the fraudsters.

He infused those fragments with a secret instruction: to make him obsessed with hunting down Saint Doraemon, to make him offend Saint Doraemon, and to use Saint Doraemon's hand to eliminate Him.

The fewer liars there are in the galaxy, the better.
But the Master of All Changes actually felt a little regretful; he really liked deceivers.
It's not because of a sense of camaraderie among fellow con artists, but rather because con artists are beautiful.
Can a star god also have such a fit and healthy body?

The fraudster's muscles were truly beautiful; if it weren't absolutely necessary, the Master of Change would never want to see such well-built muscles torn to shreds.

But there's nothing we can do about it.
The Lord of Change sighed.

The World Engine was torn apart by roaring light and fire. The Deceiver let out a sharp, eerie laugh as it stretched out its claws to rip through the surrounding living metal corridors while hunting down Tarasin and the others who were fleeing rapidly within the World Engine.

"Damn it!" Thor growled.

The Deceiver displayed his extraordinary abilities, locking down everything within the World Engine—warp teleportation, pocket dimensions, and phase shifts—leaving only a small area at the edge of the World Engine for Thor and his companions to teleport through.

In other words, it's a game, and as long as Thor and the others run fast enough, they can escape from the clutches of the con artists.

"How come this Biyang fellow is even stronger than before? Just how many fragments did he fuse with?!"

Tarachin gritted his teeth, pulled out several Hyperdimensional Rubik's Cube mazes from his pocket, and threw them fiercely towards the fraudster.

The Hyperdimensional Rubik's Cube maze suddenly opened.

First, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, a Tyrant of the Tyrant's Brain, emerged from the labyrinth. This enormous, shimmering, azure brain was in the path of the Deceiver's advance. The moment it landed, it sensed the threat emanating from the Deceiver and unleashed a psionic pulse powerful enough to easily tear apart the Space Marine's intelligence.
Then came Khorne's colossal demonic engine, the Skull Master. This demonic engine, a fusion of a bloodthirsty madman and a war machine forged in the Hellfire Forge, emitted a piercing war cry. The tracks on its lower body roared and twisted, propelling the crimson-armored warrior's upper body as he swung his battle axe and hacked at the Deceiver.
Finally, there was the Tau Empire KX139 Supreme Armor. This Tau combat suit, standing firmly on the ground, unfurled its weapons and swiftly aimed at the Deceiver charging towards it.

Before the cerebrate tyrant's psionic pulse could even touch the fraudster, it vanished in a series of fireworks. In an instant, the fraudster altered the atoms that made up its body, and in the blink of an eye, the cerebrate tyrant was reassembled into a giant light bulb emitting blue light.
The Lord of the Skull received the same treatment; his external demonic engine was instantly reshaped into a constantly spinning carousel. The bloodthirsty demon was suppressed within the carousel by the power of the material world, forever spinning and swaying.

The Titanium KX139 Supreme Armor stood tall on the ground, aiming its pair of triaxial ion cannons and a multi-barreled pulse projection artillery system at the Deceiver.

"Warning, in the name of the highest good, you must immediately—"

Bang!
The fraudster charged straight at it, and the heavy combat suit, which embodied the technological pinnacle of the Tau Empire and was forged to deal with Imperial Knights and even Tyrannosaurus Rex, was instantly smashed to pieces, scattered all around. The Tau Empire pilot inside was also instantly burned to ashes by the fraudster's high temperature.

“Things of this level of pure matter in the universe are not worthy of breathing on me.”

The fraudster scoffed. Their Star Gods had truly been out of the galaxy for far too long. Clad in such inferior, technologically inferior metal lumps, devoid of even a trace of warp power, they dared to breathe on him? They were utterly lawless.

Watching his collection being torn apart in an instant, Tarachin felt his suspicions had been confirmed: the fraudster was far more powerful than before; he had crossed the line and was beginning to move from a state of division towards unity.
If left unchecked, the Star God Fraudster will return to the world.
"Which shameless bastard gave Him so many fragments?"

Tarasin grumbled, but thankfully they were now close to the edge of the World Engine.
Surprisingly, the fraudsters actually followed the rules of the game and didn't obstruct the various teleportation technologies here.
Zandreik reacted the fastest. He waved his Phase Cloak slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he teleported everyone present back to Zandreik's flagship.

"You escaped successfully?" Thor said, slightly out of breath.

Logically, such a retreat should have made him feel ashamed of his honor, but faced with the power emanating from the deceiver, Thor didn't believe it was an enemy he could fight. To stubbornly persist for the sake of honor would only be a meaningless sacrifice. "No, that bastard was just toying with us. Now He's probably..." Tarachin looked out the porthole in terror.
Half of the World Engine burst open with a bang, like an embryo that had just hatched. The Fraudster emerged from the World Engine, its golden, lithe body, burning like a star, growing enormous, even exceeding the size of a planet, standing like a colossus in the Sindu system.

That cunning face mocked the surrounding humans and undead spaceships with unrestrained laughter, as it slammed its massive, powerful arm down onto the ships.

Several space necromancer fleets exploded under the iron fist of the Deceiver.
This was a crude and utterly unskilled attack. The fraudsters did not use the power of the Star God to alter the laws of physics at all; they were simply banging on the surrounding ships like children playing.

Tarasin felt fear.

"We must evacuate the Sindu system immediately; this fraudster is far beyond our capabilities."

Halfway through his speech, Taracin's voice gradually faded until it was almost inaudible.
He looked in surprise at a familiar signal appearing in the Sindu galaxy.

Tarasin couldn't help but smile slightly.
"No, pretend I didn't say anything. There's no need to run away."

Tarasin's words left everyone slightly stunned.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang in the ears of everyone in the Sindu star system.

The sound was so clear, as if it traveled along the skeleton of space and reached right to your ears.

"Trazyn!"

"You old codger, you should be grateful to me!"

"I'm here to save your life again!"

“This is…” Zanderrek recognized the voice.

"People are always used to putting us on the same level and treating us as equals."

Tarasin smiled and said:

"But this is actually a serious misunderstanding."

"I have to admit one fact: although his taste, his character and his achievements are far inferior to mine, his mind is far superior to mine."

"Gentlemen, whether human or space necromancer, look up and see! The power of the greatest mind of the space necromancers will be revealed to you."

Astrologer Orikan stood in the void, his energy collection ports unfolding like rose petals at dawn and dusk. Red pulses erupted from his metallic body, and his reactor roared incessantly, circulating the energy within him with an efficiency far surpassing that of any other cosmic undead in this world.

For the space necromancer, the coolant, which was almost like blood, had long since boiled away, and his body was thus enveloped in a pale green mist.
The astrologer seemed completely unconcerned about the changes happening to him; he simply raised his head and gazed at the seemingly infinite array of stars before him.

The orbits of the stars were reflected in his eyes, just as they had been reflected in the eyes of the death-fearing man named Eurykian sixty million years ago.
That mortal being, whose lifespan was short even among the short-lived fearers of death, gazed at the stars and saw the flow of energy among them—the scorching heat of the universe's birth. Though all things had cooled, that scorching power, the primordial energy that governed the laws of physics, had not vanished; it had simply diffused into every corner of the universe, becoming its eternal backdrop.
Later, the short-lived, death-fearing man was fortunate enough to see the Star God while following the Silent King Szalak. With just one glance, he became certain of one thing: the energy that constitutes the Star God is of the same origin as the primordial energy that constitutes the physical laws of the universe.
A brilliant idea emerged in his mind, and a great program was born in his brain, which was being squeezed by a tumor.

However, he was given too little time, and his brilliant mind did not have enough time to turn the program into reality.

But the wisdom did not disappear; it was transmitted to the mind of the death-fearing Euricane.

Euricen made that program a reality.
The trajectories of the stars gradually reached a kind of harmony, and the primordial energy that determined the laws of physics flowed among them. In a fleeting instant, that primordial energy surged forth, no longer merely a backdrop.

But that moment was too brief, so brief that almost nothing in the universe could perceive it, so brief that the magnificent energy didn't even have time to have any impact on the universe before it fell, but Eurykian captured that moment.

"Now, the stars are in their rightful places."

"I will be promoted!"

(End of this chapter)