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

Chapter 630 He's so beautiful!
A biting wind swept across this barren, icy planet. Its gravity was about 0.6 times that of a normal planet, insufficient to create a thick enough atmosphere. The thin atmosphere constantly whipped up the cold wind, stirring up loose dust from the surface.
On planet Duat-8, the name the Silent King used for this planet instantly flashed before his eyes.

The name Duat comes from a human civilization on ancient Terra, a civilization that seems to have been influenced to some extent by the Fearless civilization.

The word "Duat" in that civilization meant the underworld.

Underworld
The Silent King, wielding the spear that shimmered with an inextinguishable flame, surveyed his surroundings with his emerald-green eyes.
He could have torn the planet apart in an instant with his orbital weapons, but that clown god Sigucci cunningly destroyed his flagship, the Song of Annihilation, along with a large number of his treasured weapons.

Most of the weapons he carries are better suited for individual combat, and the few capable of instantly destroying a planet are only a small fraction of his capabilities. Considering that the so-called "Saint Doraemon" is unlikely to be easily killed by an orbital bombardment, such an attack would be too wasteful.

Therefore, the Silent King chose to step onto the battlefield arranged by the enemy in a manner of honor, even at the risk of his spear still being in danger.
Szalak's will hardened.
No, why would he do something so irrational?

He could easily remain in the void, waiting for his spear to cool down in fifteen minutes before landing on the planet. Even if the opponent attacked him from the void, void warfare was clearly more advantageous for space undead than for humans.

How could he be so foolish as to go directly to this planet?
He just used phase teleportation technology to teleport directly to this planet.

Was it Sigucci's trickery that affected his mind?

No, that's not right, besides the influence of Sigucci.
The Silent King's expression darkened slightly.
He sensed a faint bird call whispering in his mind,

He sensed a surge of crimson fighting spirit welling up within his will.
He noticed that his sense of honor had inexplicably become stronger.
He also noticed that his thought process had become stagnant and slowed down.
That was an influence from the High Heaven. Each influence on the Silent King was small, but when combined, it led him to make the wrong decision.

Not to mention that the Silent King itself, as the pinnacle of space necromancer mechs, possesses extremely strong subspace resistance,
Just consider the throne of Dias beneath his feet; it can draw upon the power of the Star Gods to create a powerful anti-subspace force field.
Even so, the Silent King was still slightly affected by the warp without his knowledge.

This demonstrates just how powerful the forces influencing the Silent King in the warp are.

Surely those humans couldn't have invited a void god from the highest heavens to influence them, could they?

Upon closer examination, this is indeed a possibility.
The beings in the highest heavens are the greatest enemies of all living beings, and they even used trickery to make the Lord of Man sit on the golden throne, turning him into a paralyzed old man. But the flexibility of that Saint Doraemon and the cunning of his schemes can rival those of the Deceiver and the West Gorky, so it is not impossible for him to invite a god of the void to help them.

But this is ultimately a duel within the material universe, and the demons and monsters of the subspace cannot determine the outcome of this war.
With a slight thought, the Silent King caused a pocket dimension to suddenly open beneath the Throne of Ruler Dias.
Countless Netherworld Scarabs, burning with terrifying energy, surged out from the pocket dimension, constantly replicating themselves while transforming into waves that engulfed the surrounding land.

These Netherworld Scarabs are connected to a fragment of the Star God of No Plans, which was in the collection of the Silent King.
The will of the Unthinkable was torn into many tiny fragments and implanted into these Netherworld Worker Scarabs; in essence, these Netherworld Worker Scarabs were all part of the Unthinkable's body.

This inflicts the mental plague of the Unscrupulous. Any creature with a will will be infected by the mental plague of the Unscrupulous Ishtuo if it comes into contact with even a little bit of the energy emitted by these endless swarms of insects. Its consciousness will be torn apart, and it will go mad in boundless pain.

The endless swarm of insects instantly covered one-third of Duat-8.
Just then, through the sensors of the Darkcraft Scarab, the Silent King spotted a figure on the desolate horizon.

It was a beautiful golden figure, clad in dazzling golden power armor, standing at the boundary between heaven and earth. His golden hair, shrouded in silver chains, echoed the light of the sky, like a small morning star hanging on the ground.

He is still so beautiful.
The Silent King thought with a touch of melancholy,
If human civilization as a whole has any value in the Silent King, it is that it gave birth to Saint Gilles, a perfect and beautiful being.

Even though they are now mortal enemies, the Silent King still cherishes their friendship.
Saint Gilles on the horizon turned his head, and the Silent King paused for a moment.
He... he felt that Saint Gilles' eyes were a little dull, as if the 21st chromosome had not separated during meiosis in the reproductive cells, resulting in three copies of the 21st chromosome in his body.

Then, there were more Saint Gilles.
More Saint Gilles appeared above the horizon.
They were all like Saint Gilles, the first one seen by the Silent King, with blank faces, as if they had no will of their own, like clay sculptures that only resembled the figure in appearance but failed to capture the essence.

These sluggish Saint Gilles converging into a dense wall on the horizon, blocking the endless swarm of insects.

Then, these Saint Gilles began to run.

Their running posture was so strange, so abstract, so comical.
Their arms swung up and down, their strides were enormous, and combined with Saint Gilles's tall stature, it looked like countless golden worms writhing in their bodies, as if they had no bones or muscles to support them, and beneath their skin was just soft, powerless clay. This sight of Saint Gilles made the Silent King, who was reminiscing about his friendship with Saint Gilles, pause for a moment in stunned silence.

In that very instant, the Holy Scarab and the Saint Gilles clashed together.

Beneath the skin of these Saint Gillespie's were indeed brown clay.

The moment the scarab beetle collided with it, the bodies of these Saint Gilles were torn apart, and sticky clay flew everywhere.

At the same time, the Silent King was certain that these things didn't even have a will; the mental plague of the hopeless couldn't affect them.

Within the bodies of those "Saint Gillespie" figures, and within the clay, lay numerous small, round metal spheres.
The moment the ghouls tore apart their bodies and dug through the clay, these small metal balls stuck to the ghouls using their own adhesive properties.

The Netherworld Beetles that were stuck with the metal balls froze for a moment, and then the Silent King lost control of them and began to attack the Netherworld Beetles that were not stuck with the metal balls. In doing so, he stuck the metal balls onto even more Netherworld Beetles, and a large number of Netherworld Beetles were transformed.

The Silent King's expression darkened; this situation was completely unexpected.

He knew about that Saint Doraemon, or rather, the human known as Zhou Yun, and knew that he claimed to be the driving force of all things, the primordial driving force, one of the three divinities of the God of Machines, and a mechanical deity.
But unexpectedly, he was actually able to invade and completely control the Silent King's creations.
Moreover, the Silent King couldn't even figure out the workings of those metal spheres.

More importantly, the Silent King sensed that he was being targeted.
Those Netherworld Scarabs are connected to the Unplanned Ones and can be seen as part of them. As more and more Netherworld Scarabs are mastered, the Unplanned Ones in the Silent King's Pocket Dimension also begin to stir.

Without any hesitation, Szalak swung his arm, tearing a hole in the pocket dimension and throwing the Helpless One toward the edge of the galaxy. At the same time, he instantly activated the backdoor inside the uncontrolled Netherworld Scarabs.

A series of explosions rang out on the Duat-8, and all the Ghost Worker Scarabs self-destructed, leaving charred craters on the ground.

Just then, Szalak heard the sound of the thin atmosphere being torn apart.
He abruptly looked up and saw a giant machine, its red, blue, and white colors intertwined, its horns resembling those of a child's toy, its arms raised high, flying towards Szalak from the horizon, almost instantly closing in on the Silent King.
The Silent King raised an eyebrow slightly; he had noticed.
Saint Doraemon. Zhou Yun is inside that giant toy robot.

Almost without hesitation, the Silent King raised the spear in his hand that had shattered the Burner.

The spear, having just been used to fight Sigaki, hadn't fully recovered its energy, but it could still be used to some extent.

For example, the Silent King could use this spear to alter the metal shell of the toy robot, causing it to collapse.

This attack is launched directly from the deepest structure of the world, and no matter how hard the material is, it cannot withstand it.
Ok?
The Silent King was stunned for a moment.

How could this be?
The Silent King was completely unable to comprehend the situation before him.

But no matter how he tried to confirm it, he always got the same result.
According to the long spear's observation, that robot simply did not exist in this world.

At that moment, the robot with its red, blue, and white colors also reacted.

A righteous figure, a gigantic robot, stands tall in the sky. It raises its two mechanical arms, the upper arms outstretched and the forearms bent inward at a 60-degree angle, the palms and forearms forming a straight line, pointing towards the shimmering crystal between the robot's foreheads, forming a perfect equilateral triangle.

A sharp light burst forth from his forehead.

(End of this chapter)