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

Chapter 651 Vicious Techniques!
Sanguires possesses the deepest understanding of the warp among the loyal Primarchs still roaming the world today.

He understood what the Emperor was doing. The Emperor was soothing the human souls that had accumulated within him, souls that had been immersed with him on the altar of the Dark Lord. Most of these souls had been permeated with emotions of destruction, darkness, and coldness. The Emperor's actions were an attempt to awaken those souls that had not yet been completely submerged by the Dark Lord, to awaken their humanity, to awaken their beautiful and pure emotions.

The emperor can draw upon, learn from, and reshape humanity from them, thereby improving his own condition, enabling him to better resist the pressure from the Dark Lord, and also better withstand the pressure from the impending arrival of the God of Myriad Machines.

Guilliman encountered his mother and father, Fugan was facing trial for his offspring, Lena saw her mother in the distance, countless Star Guardians saw their deceased loved ones, and many Astartes saw the brothers who had sacrificed themselves before them.
Saint Gilles pursed his lips, his golden eyes fixed intently on the man before him.
He imagined meeting his sacrificed children, the Baal tribe that raised him, and his devout followers.

But the moment he saw that shiny bald head, Saint Gilles admitted that he felt an urge to immediately fly the Red Tear to Terra, land at the Lion's Gate Airport, pass through the Lion's Gate to the Golden Throne of the Sanctuary, climb the 1313 steps, and kick the little toe of that mummified corpse.

It wasn't that he didn't want to see this person.
Indeed, it was he who killed Saint Gilles, smashing him into mincemeat with a hammer.

But Saint Gilles also understood that he had been manipulated, corrupted, and influenced by the gods to commit such acts.
Saint Gilles still remembered their past friendship and the camaraderie they shared while fighting side by side.
The archangel had to admit that, even though outsiders saw a blood feud between them, Saint Gilles still loved his brother. At least more than he loved Guilliman, and probably more than he loved Ryan. Well, he was Saint Gilles's most beloved brother.

But, but Horus's state.
"I, I, apologize."

"Pain, torment, that's me."

"Because, to kill you."

"Sorry, brother, I made a mistake."

Fragmented, stuck-together sounds came from the bald man's mouth.

Saint Gilles silently stared at the bald man before him.
The bald man's body was mangled, consisting of only half a body, half a head, and a short arm.
His mind was not clear, his face was blank, and with his huge body, he looked like a stupid Oglin.

"I know you feel sorry, and I am willing to forgive you."

"But, brother, could you please get your Alzheimer's treated first before you come here?"

The bald man listened to Saint Gilles' words, his expression blank, his mouth slightly open: "Abba aba aba."

Saint Gilles felt a headache coming on. He stretched out his fingers slightly, rubbed his temples, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's better than Ryan's side, it's better than Ryan's side."

Saint Gilles used his psychic powers to spy on Ryan's side.
"Phew! Ryan! It's Daddy! Daddy's here!"

“My Ryan, my son, it’s your father! Why are you hiding from your father!”

"Luther! Don't come any closer!!"

Because it was too jarring to look at, Saint Gilles couldn't help but gently avert his gaze, shifting his eyes to the dreams of the other people.
In a small house in the Upper Nest District of Asford in the Hades Galaxy, Lena leaned against the lap of a kind woman with an eagle pendant around her neck, and softly told her about her experiences after they parted, about the wonders she had seen, the great beings she had encountered, and the miracles of the Emperor and Doraemon.

"And what about you, my child?" the woman asked softly, gently rubbing Lena's ear.

“I… I’m insignificant compared to them. I’m just a mediocre psionicist in the Astral Army,” Lena said with a smile.

“No one is truly insignificant, remember? I told you when you were a child that the Emperor has a plan for everyone.”

The woman gently took Lena's hand, looking at the thin calluses covering Lena's fingers:
“I’ve been watching you. You’ve done a good job fulfilling the Emperor’s expectations of you.”

"Mom." Lena quietly squeezed her mother's fingers and whispered the question that had been lingering in her heart: "You secretly sent me to the Lower Nest back then, what happened to you after that?"

“No matter what I’ve been through, my child, you have proven it was all worth it, and that I made the right choice.”

As Saint Gilles watched this scene, a slight smile crept across his lips.
He had never truly experienced familial affection. The tribes on the Barth were kind to Saint Gilles, but they viewed him more as something divine than as a simple child.
“Besides humanity, you should also learn how to be a father here!” Saint Gilles said to the dark star hanging in the distance.

The pitch-black sun offered no response, only a cold silence.

Saint Gilles shook his head slightly, looking towards the distant Milky Way, where he saw a warm glow shimmering in the dreams of countless people.
Not only was the emperor drawing power from it, but watching this scene, Saint Gilles also felt his own condition begin to improve.
At least tonight, in the cold, dark Milky Way, many people are immersed in warm dreams. Hmm?
Saint Gilles raised an eyebrow slightly. He noticed that Zhou Yun, who kept saying he no longer had dreams, was actually dreaming too.

His will extended slightly, and he saw... he saw a 66-inch by 44-inch desktop floating in Zhou Yun's dream.

Xi Gaoqi chuckled, fiddling with several finger-sized models in his hands, all of which were made to resemble the clowns of the Elven race.
Beside Sigmund stood Nurgle, the plague god. In his enormous hands lay dark green chess pieces, some resembling Nurgle demons, others Deathguards. On the table before him sat three Great Unclean Ones, Mortarion, a swarm of Plague Bees, and the Death Shroud.
Opposite Sigucci and Nurgle stood a middle-aged man with brown hair, wearing comical party glasses and a rather oversized T-shirt that read "I am human." In his hands were chess pieces of the Custodian Guard: Trajan, the Captain of the Shield Guard, the Blademaster, and so on.
Beside the comical middle-aged man stood Zhou Yun, in front of whom were numerous chess pieces modeled after the Tyranid swarm: Brain Worms, Norn Messengers, Tyrannosaurus, Ion Cannons, Snake Worms, Blade Worms, and Gun Worms, forming a vast and boundless swarm of insects.

"Xi Gaoqi, did you secretly move it two inches again?"

“Dear Father, next time you should bring a rhinoceros, the plague-ridden pigs are too slow.”

"Do you have a problem with my Zerg swarm strategy? We play Terran precisely because we're going to utilize the Zerg swarm."

"What do you mean 'the insect sea is by the roadside'? What about the 120 gun-sized insects I painted?!" What are these guys stirring up now?
Saint Gilles felt a slight headache.

But he couldn't bring himself to say anything to condemn the four. Leaving aside his loving father, the Emperor and Xi Gaoqi were probably on their last legs of freedom, and Zhou Yun was about to embark on a path of no return.

Saint Gilles used his psychic powers to look beyond the dream world. The space undead were descending on this planet. Their cold, dreamless steel bodies began to cover the planet's surface like waves, each movement perfectly timed, as if an invisible hand was directing them.

As the first rays of sunlight shone upon the spire of the Holy Sanctuary on the Himalayan plateau, as the myriad beings in their dreams slowly awoke, as Guilliman wiped away the tears that had unknowingly streamed down his face, as Ryan awoke from his nightmare, as Reina awoke from her slumber and sensed the surging energy of the warp…
The space undead had formed neat rows, standing like metal tombstones on the surface of the rocky planet, stretching to the horizon.

The vast majority of the undead in the galaxy are standing here.

In a sense, they are indeed tombstones, each a living, metallic tombstone storing fragments of the memories of the fearful dead, the last remnants of a destroyed race.

Today, this race will face utter annihilation, but the space undead will be reborn, sprouting souls and becoming true life.
Snap————————

On the desolate and silent planet Duat, a wooden door, reddish-pink, slowly opened.

Zhou Yun stepped out of the door; he still looked like an ordinary person.
But the instant he set foot on this mechanical planet, his shadow appeared out of thin air without any light, stretching and extending until it covered most of the planet.
It was as if the radiant light of the highest heavens illuminated the enormous, invisible presence within Zhou Yun's body. Within that shadow, steam seemed to surge and gears seemed to turn, but it was incomplete; something appeared to be missing.

Even so, the moment Zhou Yun appeared, the space undead on this planet all felt their metallic bodies tremble as if they were about to come to life and rush toward Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun walked up to the Three Saints Council.
The Council of the Three Saints has now been reorganized. The Silent King is Szalak, whose past obsessions and will have been cleansed by Zhou Yun, and who has been given a new soul.

The other two saints are Alla'kel, known as Alla'kel the Traveler, and Eurykian, known as Eurykian the Astrologer.
Szalak's past has been destroyed by Zhou Yun; now, only fervent sincerity shines on his face.

Allakel, meanwhile, was now suppressing his excitement; the revival of the cosmic necromancers he so desperately desired was now within reach.

Eurican's face showed more exhaustion and pain; he hadn't recovered from his ascension to godhood. In his gaze, besides respect, there was also some pity. Eurican knew better than anyone what it felt like to ascend to godhood.
Zhou Yun looked down at them, his eyes seeming to contain twenty-two gears spinning intricately. The faint sounds of machinery, steam hissing, and furnace roaring could be heard around him.

He exhaled softly, and the breath swirled in the air, seemingly possessing boundless power, lingering for a long time.

"You," Zhou Yun said softly, "...want to become human?"

A slight silence followed, and then Allakel was the first to raise his head and utter the word.

"think."

"it is good."

Zhou Yun gently reached into his pocket and took out a short wooden stick with several strips of white cloth tied to the end.
“Then a soul should be emerging within your metallic bodies.”

Zhou Yun slowly raised the wooden stick in his hand and gently tapped Anlakel on the head.

A crisp sound echoed across the planet, piercing through reality and landing in the subspace, causing a slight tide to rise.

On the Red Tears, before the porthole, Saint Gilles' towering figure resembled a holy icon.
He gazed at the rocky planet before him, listening to the echoes from the warp.
The crisp sound of wooden sticks striking metal grew more frequent and clearer, like a torrential rain sweeping across the entire warp, creating ripples throughout it.

These ripples gradually began to expand, sprout, and converge, eventually merging together to form a torrent that transcended time and space, surging towards the rocky planet before them.

Like a bolt of lightning tearing through the dark clouds, the cold reality was instantly ripped apart by the near-infinite energy of the warp. A metallic blue rift stretched across the entire Neferim sector, and had it not been for the surrounding black obelisks suppressing the warp reaction, this rift would have continued to expand.

The boundary between reality and the subspace became indistinct at this moment. Past and present, cause and effect, reality and illusion, inside and outside, before and after—everything became blurred. The massive rocky planet, washed by the warm, celestial torrent, transformed into a planet half-submerged in the subspace, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.
In that instant, only the billions of space undead bowing to Zhou Yun and Zhou Yun himself were truly clear in reality. Sparks of souls were constantly emanating from the bodies of those space undead, drawing the power of the subspace into reality.

The waves came, and the boundless waves enveloped Zhou Yun's body.

Zhou Yun took a step forward, stepping onto the waves of subspace. Those waves instantly took shape, transforming into machinery, furnaces, gears, steam, diesel fuel, sparks, and electricity, intertwining with Zhou Yun's body, becoming indistinguishable from it.

Zhou Yun was a wave rider at the crest of the wave, a wave at its highest point. He soared upwards, supported by billions of undead beings in space, stretching out his arm towards the highest heavens.

It felt like guiding something, touching something, or pulling something down.
Saint Gilles did not understand what he was seeing; his eyes could not comprehend, his ears could not hear, and his senses could not judge.
But he understood that the realm of malevolent arts was beginning to manifest in the warp, and the altar was already forged.

It's time to hold the ceremony.
"What are you waiting for, Vashtor!" Zhou Yun's voice echoed in the warp, carrying boundless power that pressed out in all directions.

The continuity of time and space was also severed at this moment, and Long Linxing, wreathed in orange-red furnace fire, descended into the Exorcising Dead Zone.

"No more waiting, take it now!"

(End of this chapter)