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

Chapter 644 Martian Dragon: I am a Milk Dragon!
A figure as tall as Astartes stood before Ngula's vast army of defenders.
The oracle implanted within Ngula detected an Astartes, painted in the blue of the Ultramarines.

But in Ngula's last remaining eye, the Astartes appeared shrouded in shadow, its color a darker shade than extreme blue, like...
Like a midnight lord —

Like a flash of lightning in the midnight sky, the dark blue figure transformed into a pale light and arrived in front of Ngula before Ngula's sensory system could react.

The chainsaw roared and whistled as its blade cleaved into Ngula's neck, severing it in an instant. Sparks flew from the severed neck.

Ngula's head, wrapped in a bright red hood symbolizing the Great Sage, landed on the ground with a thud.
Clear, bright, and transparent.

The surrounding papal guards even rolled their hands over his head for a few seconds before they reacted, their eyes completely losing their color.
They looked in disbelief at Astartes, who was standing beside Ngula's corpse.
Ngula's body underwent complex mechanical modifications; his lower body resembled a sturdy chariot. Even after losing his head, he still stood in place in a terrifying posture, like a headless sphinx.

But compared to the corpse, the Astartes standing in the shadow of Ngura's remains, his power armor gleaming with a dark blue light, was far more terrifying.

He was pale and gloomy, not standing on a blazing Mars, but rather bathed in the cold incandescent light of a dark city's alleyway after a rainy night, gazing like a ghost at the poor creatures who had strayed into his hunting grounds.

The Guardians held weapons in their hands, and knights and titans stood beside them.
But the Astartes alone, with the terrifying aura emanating from him, intimidated all the armed forces that had once belonged to Ngula.

The Astartes looked around once, then vanished into the midst of the army in an instant, leaving Ngula's protectors bewildered.

Titus, the former second company commander of the Ultramarines and the Chosen of Midnight Ghosts, retreated to the eerie cave he was stationed in.

This bizarre engineering marvel, shimmering with a dazzling silver light, is as massive as the hollowed-out core of Mars. The edges of the cave are invisible to the eye, and the silvery rocks seem to stretch into the infinite distance.

Only one protruding rock ledge stands in the center of this enormous cave, like the stage in the center of a silver grand theater.

During these days, Titus was tasked with guarding the cave.

According to Doraemon, this cave imprisoned the dragon that was defeated by the Emperor in the past.

Titus never saw the dragon. When he first came here, he thought he would see a giant dragon with scales and huge wings emerge from this silver cave, but after exploring it, he found that the cave was almost empty.

But this doesn't mean Titus has no work to do.
Although it was invisible to the naked eye, Titus could sense that the 'dragon' was becoming increasingly impatient.
At first, some machines inexplicably appeared around the cave. Later, some unmanned war machines appeared and tried to enter the cave. Then came some fanatical friars, some mechanical monks who were not in a good mental state, and one or two Titan Legion war dogs that broke away from the ranks.
This time, an entire army unit appeared.
Dimly, Titus sensed some of the dragon's emotions.
Long ago, dragons also attempted such rebellion and struggle, trying to escape this prison built by the human sovereign.

But as time went on, the dragon gradually gave up struggling and began to get used to the quiet, peaceful, comfortable, and easy life in its cage.

In other words, the dragon has been struck.
When dragons are lucid, it is during the time when humans have developed the Internet on Earth. The powers that dragons exude can easily control the network composed of electricity and information, using human information within it for amusement. They can also split their will into hundreds or thousands, scattered throughout the network, using the Six Arts of Classical Music, Filial Piety, Urgent Joy, Clams, Hemp, and Massage to impersonate, provoke, attack, and enrage humans in order to gain a sense of revenge.

Later, the internet disappeared and became obsolete, and the dragon began to sleep all day long, passing the long years in sleep.

But now, the dragon began to panic. It seemed to be afraid of something and struggled to break free of its cage.

But what exactly is the dragon afraid of? What is it terrified of?
Honestly, even the dragon itself seemed unaware. It appeared to have instinctively sensed danger in its sleep, and, still half-asleep, it began to struggle and resist.
Moreover, the dragon was surprised to find that after sleeping for so many years, it had become even more powerful than before.
Titus shook his head. Whatever He feared, Titus's duty was to prevent Him from escaping.

Suddenly, Titus realized that there seemed to be a problem with his power armor, as if there were some unseen microscopic damage to the mechanical structure.
When did the damage occur? Was it a gradual accumulation of damage?
Titus suddenly realized that the dragon hadn't been doing nothing; it had probably been secretly infiltrating Titus's power armor, slowly accumulating damage with its meager, seeping power. That accumulated damage had now erupted, destroying Titus's power armor.
"I am a violent sadist!"

A somewhat stiff, mechanical voice suddenly rang out in the power armor's communication system:
"Release me, or I'll torture you horribly!"

What the hell?
Titus was stunned for a moment, but more voices began to ring in his ears and flood his mind.

"If babies are fed rice water, they will become plump and fair-skinned within 100 days."

"Look at our baby, who was born vegetarian."

"Europeans don't have the habit of drinking boiled water, so how did they invent the steam engine?"

"The Industrial Revolution was all stolen from the Yongle Encyclopedia."

"That's typical Android mindset."

"Fortunately, technology is in the hands of civilization."

"Why do girls inherit chromosomes from their fathers? Can they be removed and discarded?"

"Why is it written as 'the world belongs to all' instead of 'the world belongs to its mother'? Why 'citizens' instead of 'the people'?"

"I won't say a word until Constantinople is renamed Ruby's Castle."

A series of abstract, distorted, indescribable, and absurd ideas flooded into Titus's mind.

The moment Titus heard those voices, he understood the meaning of those words. These voices could not truly harm his spirit, but they made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The dragon unleashed its disgusting but harmless attacks on Titus in this manner.
This is something that only a few dragons can do; the Emperor's cage is so sturdy that it can seal away almost all of His power.

Just then, a round hand suddenly reached out from behind Titus and gently patted Titus's power armor a few times.

In an instant, Titus's power armor was restored to its original state, and the sounds disappeared. "My Lord." Titus saw the blue figure with a raccoon face beside him, took a slight step back, and then performed an eagle salute.

"The Martian Dragon's attack power is still a bit too weak. If it were me, I would play some videos of Erda and the Emperor having sex, Evelynn raping Guilliman, the beautiful girl Ryan descending into my life, and Calgar detonating the Necromancer anti-aircraft tower, and things like why Conrad Coz kept his experiences on Nostradamus."

Titus opened his mouth slightly as he listened to Zhou Yun's words, but ultimately remained silent.

“I know you’re curious. I put you in charge of the dragon’s cage, but where is the dragon?” Zhou Yun slowly walked toward the protruding rock ledge.

Actually, that wasn't what Titus cared about. He was more interested in knowing what Evelynn's alleged rape of Guilliman entailed.
But he remained silent as usual, simply following behind Zhou Yun.

"In fact, the dragon has always been in front of you, which is why I chose you to guard the Dragon Cage. Conrad Coz protected your spirit."

Zhou Yun's words were like a key; the moment his voice fell, Titus felt the shadow that had been looming over him vanish.

The cave was now displayed more clearly before him.
Dizziness, a powerful wave of dizziness, assaulted Titus's brain; even Astartes' eyes and mind could not comprehend what he was seeing.
In this cave, the shimmering silver rocks have lost their original stable form. The geometry that makes them up transcends all human understanding of shape. Distance and perspective become constantly changing concepts. The natural order of the universe has vanished in this cave.
The laws of physics and reality itself are pulsating, like a heart being squeezed unnaturally.

A vast, ancient, malevolent, and extraordinary will flows within the cave itself.
He, the dragon, the Martian dragon, is always here. He exists in every part of this cage, yet He does not exist anywhere. Even in confinement, even when broken, He retains His infinite qualities.

The cage is the dragon, and the dragon is one's own cage, one's own grave.

The Lord of Humanity had long realized that dragons were virtually impossible to seal or destroy, except by anything but himself.

So the Emperor forged the dragon itself into His own prison. He used psychic power to imbue the dragon's will with false humanity. But the limitations of humanity and the infinity of the dragon conflicted with each other. Thus, the dragon's will and its existence conflicted with each other, leaving it to roam in its own infinity, unable to escape for eternity.

Just then, Nobita Emperor slowly emerged from the pocket on Zhou Yun's stomach and stood beside him.

“Om Messiah, the Martian Dragon, the Void Dragon, still owes me a spear forged from pure silver.”

"Now, it is time for Him to repay that debt with His own body."

"You're still thinking about your spear," Zhou Yun said with a wry smile.

“That’s no ordinary spear. It’s the best spear in Rome, the spear that Emperor Diocletian praised.” Emperor Nobi replied in a tone similar to Zhou Yun’s. “I’ll take you into the cage.”

He slowly raised his hand, and a powerful surge of psionic energy rippled through the air, causing waves to spread across the silver walls.
The cave was shrinking and disappearing at a visible speed, and the silver light began to converge in the direction Nobi Emperor's finger was pointing, like flowing mercury.
Darkness gradually enveloped the surroundings, and Zhou Yun, Nobi Emperor, and Titus seemed to be standing in a void, staring at the being before them.
In the beginning, He was pure light, silver mixed with darkness, like roaring lightning, like black mist devouring stars, existing solely on instinct.

Gradually, it began to take shape—a lithe, humanoid body, but much larger and taller, trailing a silver tail, its body surrounded by emerald lightning. It seemed that long-standing faith had endowed it with divinity.
Then, His body began to swell again, half like a bird and half like a giant reptilian beast, His entire body covered in smooth, silvery scales that shimmered like mercury. A roar of starlight flames echoed from His chest, and His eyes were filled with malice. It seemed that His people, who had once believed in Him, had betrayed Him, causing Him to abandon His form, which resembled that of believers, and instead take on a fragmented, bestial appearance.

Finally, His body began to shrink, shrinking to the size of a human boy. Silver metal formed His body, pure silver hair cascaded down His waist, and His eyes faintly shimmered with an emerald light. A loose robe woven from living metal was draped over His body.

He... He looks somewhat like an emperor, a young emperor.
The only difference was that her brown hair and skin changed to a slightly glowing lighter skin and silver hair.
"He used his spiritual power to forcefully mold my will into the shape of humanity, according to His own humanity."

"Over the past ten thousand years, those beliefs have confused me with Him. Although I cannot directly draw upon the subspace energy within them, I can still sense its contents. In my slumber, I was instinctively influenced by those beliefs."

"With the two combined, my form naturally took on a similar appearance to his. Is that strange?"

A voice filled with malice, malice, and hatred rang out from the silver figure, so sharp that it made Titus feel a sharp pain in his head, while Zhou Yun and Emperor Nobi remained expressionless.

The silver figure slightly raised its hand and swung it sharply at Nobi Emperor. Thousands upon thousands of spears, gleaming with a cold silver light, materialized out of thin air, each engraved with exquisite patterns.
These spears thrust fiercely towards Emperor Nobi, like streaks of silver meteors.

Nobi Emperor slightly raised his hand, and countless flower ropes shot out from his fingers, weaving together to form a net that framed the silver spears.

"What a load of crap, these guns are yours for the taking," the silver figure cursed.

Nobi Emperor remained unmoved: "My spear is handcrafted, made with the finest Roman silver and crafted by the best Roman artisans. Your stuff has no soul."

"Idiot." The silver figure stretched out his hand and gave Nobita the middle finger.

Then, the silver figure turned to look at Zhou Yun.

He looked Zhou Yun up and down, as if trying to confirm something.
"Holy crap! Doraemon!"

"Brother, although I don't know what kind of person you are."

"But buddy, if you walk among people in this form, you are alive."

"Is everyone in the galaxy following this route now? Should I change my form to resemble a milk dragon?"

"Hey! I'm Milk Dragon~"

(I'll post 4,000 words separately for now)

(End of this chapter)