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

Chapter 648 This is my great demon, the greatest disloyal one!

Zhou Yun's will, which had been scattered throughout the entire dimension of reality and the subspace, began to reassemble.
This is not difficult for him.
Ultimately, Zhou Yun hasn't truly ascended yet; he's merely becoming a fully-fledged sub-god of the warp, similar to Vashtor, the Eldar gods, and Mara, only occupying a larger domain.

The faith that flowed into His will was not like the frenzied darkness that surged toward the emperor.
Regarding the primal driving force, namely those associated with Saint Doraemon, Saint Gilles had long foreseen that Zhou Yun might one day ascend to become a sub-god of the subspace. Under his guidance and assistance, Zhou Yun deeply shaped his faith in Him, directing it towards Zhou Yun without excessively alienating him. This faith was easily absorbed by Zhou Yun and became the primal driving force.
The more difficult part to resolve is the Om Messiah part, but those beliefs are ultimately oriented towards the Martian Dragon. The Martian Dragon spends most of his time in a deep sleep, so these beliefs haven't been tainted by His influence. Furthermore, the Martian Dragon wasn't as insane as the gods when he was sealed away. While the beliefs directed towards the Martian Dragon are scattered, they aren't excessively dangerous.

All He needs to do is find His true self amidst this complex web of wills and stand once again above reality and the subspace.

Zhou Yun took a light step, and it instantly reformed itself.

He has experienced the same thing far too many times, and He will experience it many more times in the future.
But He had grown accustomed to it and become difficult to divide. Now, Zhou Yun looked around and saw nothing else but a straight line extending into the future. He walked on this line like a child walking on a white line, striving to ensure that each step he took did not deviate from the boundaries defined by this line.
He may stumble and fail due to external factors, but He will never lose sight of His goal. As long as the line remains, He will always find Himself.

On the Martian desert, Zhou Yun let out a light breath.

The atoms in the air quickly began to recombine and aggregate, transforming in the blink of an eye into a small machine the size of a palm. It looked similar to a mini Doraemon, except that some of its mechanical components were exposed, with flashes of whistling metallic blue flames flickering among them.

The little machine gained sentience the moment it was born and began hopping and jumping around Zhou Yun.

Nobi Emperor looked at Zhou Yun,

At this moment, Zhou Yun still maintained a basic human form, but Nobi Emperor saw much more.

Zhou Yun's shadow, cast by the dim sunlight from Mars, stretched long, resembling not a person's shadow, but rather the shadows of towering factories. Within these shadows, gears turned, steam hissed, and whistles sounded—sometimes twelve, sometimes twenty-two—intertwining without ever ceasing.

Looking at Zhou Yun's figure again, his flesh and blood body became somewhat indistinct in the red sand. You could vaguely see that half of Zhou Yun's body had turned into Doraemon, silently watching Nobita Emperor and also watching the whole world.

Above the sky, the giant serpent formed from the Iron Ring sounded its horn, and countless plumes of steam erupted from the Martian orbit, like warm white fireworks exploding in the Martian atmosphere, celebrating the birth of its master.

Nobi Emperor silently watched the little thing next to Zhou Yun, which was jumping around with its hands raised, like a mini Doraemon. Similar mechanical entities were constantly being created around Zhou Yun, all of them jumping around with their hands raised.

"They are demons, born from your overflowing warp energy, and acquired a physical form from the machinery that formed around you. What are they called?" The Emperor's gaze shifted to Zhou Yun.

"...Doraemon?" Zhou Yun stroked his chin, looked up at Nobita Emperor, and asked.

"You've been influenced by Nurgle too much," Nobita Emperor said without changing his expression.

"So what? Didn't you also send the Emperor's Spirit to Ryan?" Zhou Yun said, stroking his chin. "I was even planning to have my Great Demon call the Great Disloyal One."

Nobi Emperor was still scrutinizing Zhou Yun: "Are you completely Zhou Yun now, or is there something else mixed in?"

"Actually, I am the Dragon of Mars. I'm here to pierce your dry hook with my great silver spear." Zhou Yun smiled, flicked his finger, and a silver spear appeared out of thin air, landing in front of the Emperor.

"Alright," Nobita Emperor said casually, "Come on."

"Tsk." Zhou Yun clicked his tongue and subtly took a step back. "Do you need me to call Slaanesh over for you?"

"Looks like it was you." Nobi Emperor's expression calmed down slightly: "If it were the Martian Dragon, it would have started taking off its pants right away."

"After all, the humanity of the Martian Dragon was modeled after me."

"You're very self-aware," Zhou Yun said with a helpless smile, shaking his head.

Nobi Emperor remained unfazed and asked in a low voice, "Are you ready to offer your sacrifice?"
Faith determines the path to divinity, offerings are the ladder to divinity, and rituals cleanse all obstacles in the realm.

Zhou Yun had absorbed enough faith, which transformed into an unstoppable force propelling him onto the path of ascension, leading him towards the realm of malevolent arts.
Next, he would need to offer sacrifices.
Offering sacrifices to the warp, sacrificing the fall of an entire dominant civilization in the real universe.

This is a necessary journey to godhood; Slaanesh offered up the Eldar, while the Dark Lord offered up humanity.
This also means that there is no longer a dominant civilization in the galaxy that has a connection with the subspace.
But Zhou Yun wanted to do the opposite.
The subspace is the convergence point of all emotions; it inclines towards all extremes, yet inclines towards nothing; it is both sentient and insentient, extreme and chaotic.

The offerings presented are actually a simplified way of understanding...
The trauma inflicted on reality by the sudden fall of a dominant civilization, and the roars and waves it unleashed in the warp, are the key to godhood.

Conversely, if a dominant civilization that has never had contact with the warp suddenly develops a soul, then from the perspective of the warp, it is almost as if a dominant civilization has suddenly been born in reality. Its first cry will tear through reality, triggering boundless warp tides and lifting Zhou Yun into ascension.

This is the sacrifice Zhou Yun intends to offer to the warp and the realm of malevolent arts—the birth of the space necromancer.

This offering is also perfectly suited to the realm of malevolent arts, nourishing and expanding that realm, making Zhou Yun's ascension smoother and his success even greater.
He is definitely stronger than Slaanesh. Even if Zhou Yun doesn't achieve complete ascension in the end, but is stuck in a half-ascension state like the Emperor, he is still definitely stronger than Slaanesh.

As Zhou Yun's understanding of the subspace deepened, he truly felt that Slaanesh was beyond redemption.

Khorne was mostly the most powerful evil god in the Warp; the Emperor, when in good condition, could almost suppress the Four Gods; Tzeentch was consistently second, and when he wielded the Crystal Scepter, he was absolutely number one; and when a great plague swept through the galaxy, Nurgle's power would rapidly rise to number one.
But Slaanesh consistently ranks last, and this isn't just because she's younger—after all, the Emperor is theoretically younger than her.
The key issue is that the Slaanesh had problems with their beliefs, offerings, and rituals.
As for faith, the Eldar were so thirsty for it that they didn't even know what faith was. Their faith in the Lady of Thirst was at best a vague, incomplete worship of lust.

Regarding the sacrifices, the Eldar were already a small population, and with humanity's rise to power during the Golden Age, the Eldar could only be considered half-rulers of the galaxy. Furthermore, a portion of them fled, making them practically the weakest of the weak.

During the ceremony, Slaanesh was supposed to devour all the Eldar gods, but instead, three escaped and one was still unborn, which sowed the seeds of Slaanesh's existence.

The faith was perfect, and the offerings were impeccable. The only remaining possibility was a slight chance of an accident during the ritual, but this was extremely unlikely, and Zhou Yun was neither worried nor concerned.
What Zhou Yun was truly worried about was the emperor.

He looked at Emperor Nobi: "If I offer a sacrifice, the ascension will begin, and the pressure on you will increase dramatically."

"The pressure you once relieved with my help will fall on you again, and even the power of the entire realm of malevolent arts will fall on you."

"This is your last bit of freedom. Your future is filled with pain, struggle, and the approach of the Dark Lord. Do you want to do something with this last bit of time?"

Nobi Emperor slightly raised his eyes, staring silently at Zhou Yun.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't need to care about my future. In the end, I'm just a tool."

“You can use me however you think is right, without having to act so humane.”

Then, Nobita sighed softly:
"But I do need a little time to prepare."

"In order to stop Khorne and Tzeentch, I messed up my own condition. I need some time to adjust and sort things out, so that there won't be any accidents and I won't be able to support the weight of the two domains of vicious art and corrosive destruction, causing us both to ascend completely and be doomed forever."

"Twenty-four hours, I need twenty-four hours."

Nobi Emperor's voice was filled with weariness, guilt, and apology, as if he was ashamed of the time he had wasted.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Vashtor will be waiting for you, and waiting for me.”

Zhou Yun said calmly, seemingly unsurprised by the Emperor's words. "Aren't you worried?"

A strong smell of blood gushed from the Seed of Destruction's nostrils.

"This demon prince, born in Terra and belonging to Khorne, asked in a low growl."

He took the place of the Blood God in guarding the Soul Forge, serving Vashtor.

This Khorne demon prince is craving war.

Vashtor was not in a hurry; he simply gazed at the distant star, Dragon Forest.

At this moment, Longlin Star is complete in Vashtor's hands, allowing him to tear through space-time at any time, enter the depths of the Net Path, search for the treasure vault, and obtain the "weapon" left behind by the ancient saint.
Vashtor even knew the location of the treasure vault. Tzeentch had used a series of divinations, predictions, and his mastery of the timeline to help Vashtor find the location of the ancient treasure vault, which was now just waiting for Vashtor to open it.

But Vashtor just sat there in front of Longlin Star, seemingly thinking about something, but he didn't do anything.

“I am waiting for the right moment.” Vashtor was so calm that it didn’t seem like he was about to face a battle for godhood, but rather like he was sitting in an exam hall answering a question: “Seed of Destruction, don’t your steeds and kheshig know how to wait for the Eternal Heaven to blow a just-right wind?”

"I am the wind of the Eternal Heaven," the Seed of Destruction said with a cold laugh.

"I wish I were as confident as you, believing things without evidence."

Vashtor shook his head slightly:

"But I am just a lowly mechanic who doesn't know why I was born, how I was born, or why I was born. All I can rely on is reason, logic, and the truth that I may never be able to touch."

"Seed of Destruction, if I were to begin searching for a 'weapon' now, Zhou Yun—the one who's somewhat of a fellow townsman of yours—would surely make a move."

“I will face His siege, the Emperor, Nurgle, and Slaanesh. Tzeentch and Khorne can hold off two of them, but even if the one remaining is Slaanesh, I cannot defeat him.”

"My only chance is to begin my own ascension journey and find the 'weapon' at the same time Zhou Yun offers a sacrifice to the subspace and begins his ascension."

"At that time, the combined pressure of Him and me would weigh heavily on the Emperor, and he would be severely restricted."

"In this way, I can at least fight for a chance to confront him head-on."

As he spoke, the Lord of the Soul Forge looked toward Peturabo, who was striking a hell beast not far away.

Abaddon's curses, howls, and roars continued to emanate from the hellbeasts.

The great raider's resilience exceeded Vashtor's expectations; so far, he has not been completely broken by the torment of the hell beasts and continues to make these meaningless noises.

“I’ve already set it up.” Perturabo casually turned off Abaddon’s horn.

"Could you please help me debug those demon engines outside? I will pay you according to the contract."

Vashtor earnestly said to Peturabo:

"And that thing we agreed on a long time ago, I'll give it to you."

"I have already written the technology that will fulfill your wish. Once everything has settled down, whether I am promoted or not, that technology will be delivered to you."

“Our contract is that I will help you become a god, and once you succeed, you will give me that technology,” Peturabo said, staring at Vashtor with a slightly raised tone.

Peturab was actually quite satisfied with his collaborator, Vashtor.
Everything Vashtor gave Peturab, and everything Peturab gave Vashtor, was stipulated in the contract.
The meticulousness, reliability, and precise accuracy gave Peturabo a sense of security.

“This is for friends, not collaborators,” Vashtor’s tone softened slightly.

Vashtor understood Peturab's inner thoughts very well.

Peturabo is a very conflicted person.

If you give him even a little extra, he'll think you have ulterior motives.

If you give him even a penny less, he'll feel like you're mistreating him.

But Vashtor and Peturabo always strictly adhered to the contract, never adding or subtracting anything, handling matters strictly by the book, with no exploitation and only transactions.
This pleased both of them, but Vashtor was ultimately not as inflexible as Peturabo.

He admitted that during these collaborations, Vashtor developed feelings of friendship towards Peturabo.
However, Vashtor had not revealed this before.

Because He understood that, given Perturabo's character, if Vashtor were to treat him as a friend, it would only destroy the friendship.

But in the final moments, Vashtor had no more scruples.

“My friend, I will need to rely on you very much from now on.”

Vashtor looked at Peturab and said in a slightly serious tone:

"But I believe in your talent."

Perturabo opened his mouth slightly, and for a moment the Lord of Iron was speechless.

Vashtor didn't say anything more, but simply stretched out his hand slightly, activated a reality engine, and obtained a body that allowed him to travel into reality.

"Where are you going?" Peturabo couldn't help but ask.

At such a critical moment, even the Iron Lord's mind couldn't understand what Vashtor wanted to do by going to the real dimension.

"I want to go see my competitor."

Vashtor said calmly:
"I'm going to see Zhou Yun and have a chat with him."

(End of this chapter)