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

Chapter 666 The Domain of Saint Doraemon
Saint Gilles had never entered the warp so easily.
This sea of ​​souls, reflecting the real world, is always filled with malice, extreme emotions, and twisted impulses, attempting to tear Saint Gillespie apart, devour Saint Gillespie, and distort Saint Gillespie.

But this time, Saint Gilles's entry into the warp was so smooth and effortless. The surrounding warp showed him clear goodwill, welcoming him into that realm of the highest heavens.
Saint Gilles' golden metallic boots clicked crisply as they stepped onto the asphalt.

then
Beep!
Suddenly, a series of sharp horn blasts echoed around Saint-Gilles.

Saint Gilles opened his eyes with a slightly dazed look and looked around, only to find himself standing in the very center of a crossroads.
Many primitive vehicles were honking their horns wildly at San Gilles.

A car window rolled down, and an empty can was thrown out, hitting Saint-Gilles.

This was followed by a series of curses:
"A foreigner raised by a wolf mother!"

"Are you in such a hurry to die?! Standing in the middle of the road!"

"If you want to be turned into mincemeat, I'll help you!"

It doesn't seem to be all goodwill.
Saint Gilles reached out and caught the can thrown at him, cautiously observing his surroundings.
The vehicle appears rather primitive, dating back to the early third millennium, or, to be more precise, the late 20th century.
The architectural style of the nearby buildings also confirmed Saint-Gilles's guess; most of the houses were not tall, making it seem like a town, but some taller buildings could be seen in the distance.

Judging from the appearance, this should be a small town within a large city.
Saint Gilles continued to scan his surroundings for information, noticing that the writing on the walls was in the script of the ancient Terra region of Nipon.
But these were all appearances; Saint Gilles' eyes swept across the crowd.

They appear to be human, but their inner nature is entirely that of the subspace; they are demons, extensions and fragments of the consciousness of the ruler of this realm.
They themselves seemed unaware of it.
"Hey, foreigner, where are you from? What's your name? Why are you here at our Moon Viewing Platform?" A policeman in a black uniform led Saint Gilles out of the intersection while directing traffic.

“I am Saint Gilles from Bal,” Saint Gilles said in a clear voice. “I have come here to find a friend of mine, whose name is Doraemon.”

“Bar. Bar, oh, I remember now, the chicken sauce in your country is delicious.” The policeman said, slapping his fist against his other hand.

Saint Gilles' expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

But he still said gently, "But I've forgotten how to get to Doraemon's house. Could you show me the way?"

"Doraemon?" The policeman stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "Oh, it's Nobita's kid, right?"

"Nobi family, start from this intersection, head east, cross the bridge across the Tanagawa River, and you'll see an empty lot with piles of cement pipes."

"There's an old-fashioned house next to the open space. That's the house of Shinjiro. Turn south from Shinjiro's house, and then turn east at the next intersection. That's when you'll see Nobita's house."

Saint-Gilles smiled, thanked the policeman, and walked in the direction the policeman pointed.

The policeman scratched his head, watching Saint-Gilles' departing figure.
"Why does this foreigner look so familiar?"

"Hey! Isn't he the spokesperson for Horus brand handmade chicken sauce?"

Following the road eastward, Saint-Gilles soon saw the Donagawa River the police had mentioned.

It was a fairly wide river, and many fish could be seen swimming in its clear waters.

Saint Gilles stood on the bridge, gazing at the seemingly calm river surface.
The river water reflected in his eyes transformed into a surging torrent of warp space, in which the fish became individual, shimmering flames of souls, floating and drifting in the warp.
This Tanagawa River is clearly a reflection of the subspace itself in this realm.

Saint Gilles only stayed there briefly, then crossed the bridge and headed east. He soon saw the so-called open space and the house of the gods.

The open space looked like an ordinary open space, with three thick, heavy cement pipes stacked on it; it was unclear what their purpose was.
Saint Gilles' gaze lingered on it for a moment, then he seemed to hear the joyful laughter of children, and saw figures playing baseball, soccer, flying kites, playing with toys, and even holding concerts—all filled with innocent happiness.
But the real purpose of this open space is that Zhou Yun had recently torn off a portion of the Slaanesh Domain, which he then integrated into his own domain, transforming it into this open space.

The nearby house of Shinsengumi gave Saint Gilles a similar feeling.

This quaint mansion, constructed of dark wood, resembles a brownish-yellow mountain from a distance. Up close, however, one can see its broken windows, as if smashed by playing children with baseballs. Looking through the holes in the windows, one sees only darkness; nothing is clearly visible.

In the courtyard filled with glass, there are a large number of potted plants, each of which has obviously been carefully cultivated and exudes vitality.

Did Zhou Yun and Nagou exchange some of their domains?
Saint Gilles sensed the aura emanating from the Divine Abode and felt Nurgle's power flowing within it.

But this power is different from the slow, decaying, and subtle feeling of Nurgle; it is more violent and impulsive. It is obviously a certain aspect of Nurgle's domain that Nurgle has stuffed into Zhou Yun's domain.

Saint Gilles had never quite understood why Nurgle was so inclined towards Zhou Yun, or why Zhou Yun considered Nurgle a reliable ally.
At least in Saint Gilles' view, the gods themselves were not very trustworthy.

Could it be that the glorious, eternal 22nd century promised by Zhou Yun attracted Nagle?

But while Zhou Yun's desired 22nd century is eternal, it is not necessarily decadent or stagnant. Can it truly satisfy Naghu?
Although puzzled, since Zhou Yun didn't explain it to Saint-Gilles, Saint-Gilles wouldn't ask either.
Some things, once spoken or even just asked, can create ripples in one's destiny and change everything.

Saint Gilles knew this, and his understanding of the future and prophecy was almost the deepest of all the Primarchs.

The archangel continued walking along the street and soon came to a two-story house along the street.
On the wall surrounding the house and courtyard, there was a sign that read "Nobi Family".

Saint Gilles stepped forward and gently knocked on the door.
"Dora-chan!"

A friend of yours is coming to see you!

The lady of the Nobi family called out towards the second floor, indicating that Doraemon Saint Gillespie was upstairs.

Saint-Gilles smiled and thanked the bespectacled woman, then climbed the somewhat narrow stairs to the second floor, opened the door, and entered the room, which was about ten square meters in size.

On the left side of the room was a bookshelf with some books on it. Saint Gilles glanced at it.
I discovered that the books listed above were all strange titles like "The Overbearing War General Falls in Love with Me During Menopause," "What Kind of Astartes Can You Be If You're broke?", "The Purple Noble," "Retrieving Plague-Infested Corpses," "Living as a Talent in the Palace of the Wicked Demon," and "Beginning Immortality by Offering Your Skull to the Blood God."
Directly in front of the room was a window, and in front of the window stood a desk with drawers. Saint Gilles' gaze lingered briefly on the drawers of the desk before turning his attention to the center of the room.
A makeshift bed was laid out in the center of the room, where a boy with a buzz cut was fast asleep, curled up under the covers. Saint Gilles's entry didn't disturb his sleep. Just then, the cabinet door on the right suddenly opened, and a yawn came from inside.

A blue metallic raccoon with a round, chubby head leaped out of the cabinet, its round paws landing with a crisp sound.
Then the blue raccoon started stretching its body in front of Saint Gilles.
Then, the blue raccoon moved and transformed back into Zhou Yun, taking out two dorayaki and two glasses of juice from the pocket on its belly, gesturing for Saint Gilles to sit down.

Saint Gilles silently sat down opposite Zhou Yun, observed him, and then spoke softly:
“Your condition is better than I imagined. You have fragmented your outer will. Everything in this town is a manifestation of you, and every person is a fragment of your will.”

"Then you used certain tools to hypnotize these fragments of consciousness, making them believe that they are human, living and working in this city. All these fragments of will that believed they were human came together to help you resist the impulse to go to extremes in the realm of vicious arts."

"And your core will resides in this closet, spending most of its time asleep, preserving its humanity. It's truly remarkable that you devised such a complex method."

"This is only what you see; there are 'others' in this city who help me with my problems."

Zhou Yun smiled, reached into a nearby cabinet and pulled out an old-fashioned television, saying to Saint Gilles:

"Now all the inspiration that bursts forth in the galaxy belongs to my domain. Managing and manipulating these inspirations is a complex undertaking, not to mention the many faiths and prayers that point to me."

As he spoke, a figure appeared on the old-fashioned television screen.
The figure had a fox-like face, a pointed mouth, and three pointed strands of hair on its head. It was also rather short.

In front of the sound were rows of old-fashioned telephones, ringing incessantly.

A voice came from one of the phones.
"By the great Om Messiah, and through the blessings of Doraemon, I have been inspired tonight to conceive a brand new cyborg sniper."

As the voice on the phone rang, an image appeared before the short child with a fox-like face.
The figure depicts a soldier draped in the robes of a Mechanicus apostolic and wielding a massive sniper rifle. Notably, his legs have been severed and replaced with stilted mechanical legs approximately seven or eight meters long, creating a bizarre, ugly, and comical sight.

"This design can help the Cleric snipers overcome obstacles on the battlefield, easily occupy high ground, and also serve as a living watchtower."

The voice on the phone was still rambling on about his inspiration:

"I implore Om Messiah to bestow his blessing and help me complete this great design."

The abstract design left even Saint Gilles speechless, and Zhou Yun couldn't help but hold his head in his hands.
The short boy took a deep breath and grabbed the phone:
"That's classic space dwarf thinking!"

"If you dare to come up with any more of this kind of Wotanyan inspiration and design, I'll manifest myself on the spot and break your legs, then replace your lower limbs with two short wooden rollers, turn your brain into a dwarf joke storage unit, transform you into a dwarf joke automatic generation machine servant, and throw you to the space dwarves so you can tell them dwarf jokes for the rest of your life!"

As he spoke, the short child extinguished the dwarf's inspiration.

“This is…” Saint Gilles looked at the short child on the old-fashioned television and couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

“This is Suneo Honekawa, my new Great Demon.” Zhou Yun nodded and said, “He’s in charge of managing these divine inspirations for me.”

“No, I recognize this as Suneo. I mean, its ingredients, its composition?” Saint Gilles inquired.

Before even asking the question, Saint Gilles already had a guess in his mind.

“You guessed right, this is the Martian Dragon. Its main will is the Martian Dragon, but it also contains some fragments of Vashtor and the Soul Furnace.” Zhou Yun smiled slightly and said, “I am in such good condition now thanks to his efforts. If it weren’t for him, I would probably have been driven crazy by those divine inspirations long ago.”

"Was the inspiration of all living beings in the Milky Way ever so divine before?" Saint Gilles couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not. It seems that after I ascended, my will influenced all the creatures in the galaxy. Their inspiration was unconsciously influenced by me to some extent, and became... well, a bit more vicious?" Zhou Yun touched his chin and glanced at the old-fashioned television next to him.

The phone that had just been hung up on rang again in front of Suneo, who angrily grabbed it.

"It's you again? If you come up with that dwarf-like idea again, I'll... hmm?"

Xiao Fu's expression changed, then he burst out laughing:

"What do you mean you designed an automated servant that can hack into the ancestral core of the space dwarves, steal the ancestral core's computing power to automatically generate dwarf jokes, and then have the ancestral core play these dwarf jokes to the space dwarves?"

"The thinking of a master, the orthodox thinking of a master."

"Your gift application has been approved. I'll make you grow a Spirit Mushroom right now."

"Inspiration Mushroom" Sanguis looked blank.

"This is an important power I gained after my promotion: the mastery of the inspiration and creativity of all beings."

"I can inspire, strengthen, mold, destroy, and even fabricate inspiration in the minds of all living beings."

"I can use this to promote the birth of new technologies, curb the emergence of certain technologies, change the direction of some technologies and things, and even control people without their knowledge. For example, if you want to come to my field and see my situation, it is actually an inspiration that I have planted in your mind to call you to see me."

"It's like planting fungi in moist soil and growing mushrooms, so I call it the Inspiration Mushroom."

"What exactly have you brought to this galaxy?!" Saint Gilles couldn't help but question.

(End of this chapter)