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

Chapter 658 Ryan Ferus

The knight in medieval metal armor slowly removed his winged helmet, revealing his youthful face to the air, to Fugen and the Astartes.
The moment he saw that face, even Fugen felt a surge of fear.

It was a face sculpted by dense forests, colossal beasts, darkness, and the savagery far removed from human society. Its skin was pale yet rough, its nose long and eagle-like, its eyes deep-set like a wild beast's, its lips cold and sharp, and its jaw as sharp as the edge of shattered igneous rock after being hammered.
Even though the face was handsome enough to impress Fugen, he still felt that the person standing before him was not a human, but a beast that resembled a human.
But ironically, everyone present recognized this face.
he is
Before Fugen could even utter the name, the knight took a step forward and instantly appeared before Fugen.
How fast
Apart from Fugen, only Akulduna managed to react.
A bloody gash appeared on Fugen's body; the medieval sword had actually sliced ​​through his power armor. Fugen quickly retreated, swinging his heavy hammer in the process.

At that moment, Akulduna drew his twin swords, the blades weaving a dense network, and thrust them towards the knight.

The knight's figure instantly transformed into a silver storm, his heavy shield directly blocking Fugen's hammer, while his deadly blade pierced out, instantly deflecting the sword net woven by Akulduna.

So fast
Both Fugen and Akulduna were taken aback.
That speed didn't come from superb martial arts skills, but entirely from a beast-like instinct, from an untamed, savage destructive force.
The shield tilted slightly, and a lion-like emerald eye fixed on Fugen. Then, before Fugen could react, the longsword thrust out from behind the shield, aimed straight for Fugen's abdomen.

Fugen shifted to the side, the sharp blade slicing through the armor on his side. The ornate patterns on Fugen's armor now served their purpose, increasing the friction between the sword and the armor; the decorations acted more like hooks, dragging the sword along.
The knight's sword slowed down for a moment as a result.
Fugen captured this moment.
He turned, swung his hammer, and the energy stored within the Forgebreaker was released. A burst of heat and light, like a furnace fire, forcefully forced the knight back.

The knight retreated a few steps, holding his sturdy shield, and once again stood guard in front of the child's corpse.

Fugen did not pursue, panting heavily, his fingers gripping the broken furnace trembling slightly.

What a joke.
“Father,” Zabril murmured, somewhat dazed.

That's the lion, that's Ryan, the young Ryan.

Sweat beaded on Fugen's forehead as he stared in disbelief at the knight before him, a knight who looked exactly like Ryan in his youth.

How could this be? Even the power that knight displayed was exactly the same as the real Ryan's, except...
It's just that something is missing internally, just like Fugen.
“You.” Fugen’s gaze lingered on the child’s corpse; the intelligence contained information about it: “Tuchucha Engine?”

"This corpse is not the Tuchucha engine itself, but merely a tool it uses to communicate with you."

The child's corpse smiled as it looked at Fugen:

"Now the Tuchucha Engine has been integrated into Longlin Star itself and has become part of the Discord Engine, so I am actually Longlin Star itself."

"You must be confused, you vessel that thirsts for perfection."

Why is your elder brother standing in front of you in this manner?

"It's actually very simple. This is our ability. When we combine, we can tear apart the structure of spacetime itself and summon the creations of all beings from the past."

"You and your brothers are both vessels to contain the unborn tides in the subspace, and naturally you can be summoned by us from the cracks of time and space."

“No, he’s not Ryan.” Fugan stared at the knight, his face darkening slightly, and said decisively.

Although his physical attributes were almost identical to Ryan's, and even stronger than Ryan's current state, he could not match Ryan in deeper matters.

He was something similar to Fugen, possessing only a body but lacking something more crucial.
After all, Fugen had sparred with the real Ryan many times, and no matter how many times, the real Ryan could easily defeat Fugen.

Even if the real Ryan is old and his physical abilities are no match for his younger self.
"Yes, he is just like you, merely a vessel."

The child's corpse smiled and said;

"You are the vessel that holds the yearning of all living beings for absolute perfection, and Ryan El Johnson."

"In a sense, he is Caliban himself, one of us."

“Each of our three sacred artifacts symbolizes a link in the chain of creativity.”

"The ouroboros symbolizes the creativity of human beings as they are shaped by the world. In the face of a brutal and dark nature, life creates a culture in order to adapt to nature and survive."

"Tuchucha symbolizes the creativity of humankind in shaping the world. At this point, human creativity has been unleashed, and they are fighting against nature, carving out a culture that transcends nature in the world."

"The Heart of Plague symbolizes humanity's creativity in destroying the world, the complete unleashing of madness in human nature, and the overwhelming power of extreme forces that have detached the world from its culture."

“Ryan was born from the first kind of creative thought, the most savage and primitive creative thought, the creative thought of beasts, the creative thought of instinct, and he is the same as ouroboros. So he is ouroboros, he is Caliban himself, but unfortunately he rejected his destiny and hid his savagery behind the face of man.”

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Fugen's expression grew increasingly grim, his instincts kicking in and making him realize the danger.

"The Unborn Tides that shaped you are far too powerful. Each one possesses the talent to sit among the masses in the Warp, and even has the chance to compete for the highest positions. We are currently focusing most of our energy on paving the way to the Vault, so naturally we cannot summon a complete Primarch, but only an empty shell."

“But Ryan is different. Ryan is one of us, and we can be Ryan too.”

"Lane's body is a good fit for us."

The instant the sound of the child's corpse fell, something seemed to suddenly appear in the young Ryan's eyes, his aura escalated, and an undisguised savagery was revealed in his expression.

The angels of forgiveness seemed to have been struck by lightning, and they suddenly took three or five steps back, their whole bodies trembling, as an instinctive suppression was exerted on them.

“You see, we can also be Ryan,” the young knight said slowly. “But…”

A sudden gust of wind swept through the fortress, carrying the distant sound of battle songs from the grasslands. A chilling aura of killing intent swept over, causing the surrounding subspace fluctuations to seem to subside. The sound of horses' hooves grew increasingly rapid.
“We originally planned to temporarily slow down the speed of Longlin Star’s operation, and divert at least one-third of its power into Ryan’s body, so that he could quickly eliminate you.”

"But he, your other brother, fully embraced his own existence."

"He is an echo of the past balance between the subspace and reality. In the words of a dragon emperor from another world, he is the very essence of Yin and Yang, symbolizing the balance between reality and the subspace."

"This place is too close to the network. If we inject too much subspace energy into Ryan, that Yin-Yang Harmony Echo will instantly track us down. Letting it fight Ryan would just be a waste of time." "This was probably also within the expectations of that Saint Doraemon. It should also be that Saint Doraemon who, without any of us noticing, helped your brother accept his true nature and become a secondary god who balances reality and the subspace."

Ryan's aura suddenly weakened, and he reverted to his previous form.

The sound of horses' hooves seemed to gradually fade away as they lost their way.

A man as free as the wind appeared in the mind of a brother, Yin and Yang in harmony, and a lesser deity.

"However, that Doraemon gave us some inspiration. Malice doesn't necessarily have to be reflected in the weapon itself; the way you use a weapon can also be malice."

“Some weapons may not be particularly outstanding in themselves, but they can be extremely vicious when used in the right place.”

The child's corpse chuckled faintly, as if it were because it had learned new knowledge and witnessed even more immoral creativity.

The space-time before Fugen was suddenly torn apart, and a towering figure slowly reappeared from the rift, standing before Fugen.
He was taller than Fugen, with strong muscles, and his hands gleamed with a silver metallic sheen, gripping a long, blazing sword.
Fugen's face instantly darkened like a venomous snake, his violet eyes filled with nothing but coldness.
“Ferus,” Fugen murmured the name of the tall figure before him.

The smile on the child's corpse became clearer: "Indeed, your dearest friend, your brother, your nemesis, the one you killed with your own hands, Felus."

"He is just a vessel, just like you, but isn't it perfect for a vessel to fit another vessel?"

"Come, vessel of thirst for perfection. Once you defeat Felus and Lane, you can walk into the fortress behind me and hunt Vashtor."

Fugen remained silent and gloomy, only glancing at Zabril and Akulduna behind him.

“He is tarnishing my father’s honor,” Zabril growled. “I will kill that imposter.”

“Lion, the First Primarch, I’ve been wanting to try it for ages!” Akulduna was even a little excited.

“This fake Feralus,” Fugen’s voice was hoarse and cold, “let me kill him.”

This even caused the cursed ones beside him to involuntarily take a step back, seeing in Fugen some of the shadow of Fugrim after his fall.

Akulduna and Zabril led the Cursed Emperor's Son and the Angels of Forgiveness towards the young knight.

The knight's face was cold, and his emerald eyes swept over the Emperor's son and the angels of forgiveness in an instant.
Stab it! ! !

The head of the cursed emperor's son flew into the sky with a thud. No one saw clearly when the young knight charged forward or when he drew his sword.
Akulduna let out a battle cry, his figure flashing as he caught up with the young knight, his twin swords tracing deadly arcs.
Ryan's figure flashed, dodging Akulduna's sword with a beast-like instinct.

The chief swordsman was taken aback by Ryan's actions and couldn't help but express his approval.
Ryan drew his sword, aiming directly for Akulduna's throat.

He was like a giant beast that had been lurking in the shadows for a long time; when he struck, there were no superfluous movements, only a single, fatal blow.
Akulduna felt a surge of intense fear welling up within his dead body, but at the same time, joy and happiness also surged forth.

He rediscovered the feeling he had when he faced the enraged Feralas in the Hand of Steel.
Akulduna's face was slashed open, and flames erupted from it, but he dodged Ryan's fatal sword strike.

"To dodge the lion's sword, truly worthy of being the number one swordsman!" Zabril's praise rang out. The First Angel of Forgiveness raised his gun, aimed at Ryan, and pulled the trigger.

Ryan moved swiftly, rushing towards Zabril before he could pull the trigger, even faster than the real Ryan Al-Jonson.

“But nothing truly lethal to Ryan.” Zabril moved, his teleportation ability, honed by his superpower box, causing him to vanish from his spot.
At the same time, a molten pistol, controlled by telekinesis and suspended in the shadows, was silently pulled, its bright heat roaring as it shot towards Ryan.

Ryan raised his shield and blocked the attack.
But at that moment, Akulduna rushed to Ryan's side, and Ryan swung his sword to stab Akulduna.

But the emperor's son's chief swordsman had by now adapted to Ryan's speed and fighting style. He moved like a butterfly, a speed far exceeding the limits that an Astartes could tolerate.

Among the heroes of the Great Crusade, Sigismund was stronger, Kahn was more ferocious, Radolon was better at commanding, Abaddon was more durable, Sevita was more dangerous, Ahriman was more lethal, Qin Xia was more perceptive, and Akulduna was faster.
Young Ryan's breastplate was torn open by the twin swords, and blood seeped slightly from his chest, but Ryan retreated at the last moment, avoiding a more fatal blow.
And in the briefest of moments, he gripped the longsword with his backhand and plunged it into Akulduna's shoulder.

But Akulduna smiled.
Just as his body blocked Ryan's longsword, Thor appeared behind Ryan, wielding a dagger.

The deadly alien weapon pierced Ryan's back, heading straight for his heart.

Ryan released his sword, turned around quickly, and punched Thor in the head, giving Thor a near-death experience.

Zabril hurriedly pulled the trigger, but Ryan dodged the attack in a flash, and Thor also quickly retreated to create distance between himself and Ryan.

“This is the Lion,” Zabril said, his voice tinged with pride and bitterness.

“I almost thought I’d been cast into the Curse,” Thor said, panting.

"Great." Akulduna just smiled. "Come on, round two."

Not far away, Felus looked at Fukugan standing in front of him, and slowly opened his mouth.

"You killed me once, are you going to kill me a second time?"

Fugen simply stared at him like a viper, a series of images flashing before his eyes.
In those memories, he killed Felus time and time again in different ways.

“Clumsy,” Fugen coldly commented. “And you’re mistaken.”

“I killed Feralus more than once.”

(End of this chapter)