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

Chapter 691 The Will of the Hive: I've Brought You a Specialty of the 22nd Century
The roars of beasts echoed from the stone fortress, and the towering body of the Insect Titan rose from between the fortress walls.

Several Titan-like insectoids were simultaneously deployed atop the Stone Fortress, and the fortress's firepower instantly targeted the colossal, mountain-like living beasts.

As the barrage of fire erupted, ripples of blue energy spread across the body of the Insect Titan, like waves crashing against the shore.

The Insect Saints were surrounded by extremely strong psionic shields, and Azrael, with his Astartes' extraordinary power, vaguely saw a blue brain with tentacles and a carapace floating above each Insect Saint's body.
Floating around those azure brains were countless tiny spores, each also exposing brain tissue. These spores, large and small, seemed to connect together, forming some kind of psionic matrix. Together with the abundant psionic tissue within the Insect Saint's body, they wove together a powerful psionic network, transforming the Insect Saint into a siege machine armored with psionic energy.

The Tyrant of the Tyrannosaurus, these hive tyrants with extraordinary psychic powers, combined with the Insect Saint.
Azrael's heart pounded. He couldn't help but put himself in the shoes of the Stone Commander, pondering how to break the deadlock.

But he soon realized that his worries were unnecessary.

A Titan's head flew into the sky, a flash of golden light disappearing in an instant, its pure white wings fluttering as it took flight.

Saint Gilles joined the battle at some point, instantly passing through the psionic barrier woven around the Insect Titan and severing its head with his Bigong Spear.

That is the Primarch.

Azrael's eyes flickered slightly. This was the first time he had witnessed the Primarchs fighting at full strength, and even the Titans, beings with immense psionic power, were struggling to withstand their power.
Suddenly, Azrael seemed to sense something; he tilted his head slightly, looking at the other Titan insect not far away.
He saw several leaves fall from the forest, and then he saw a figure clad in dark green power armor appear on the back of the Insect Titan.
The cerebrate tyrant sensed the figure. It wriggled its brain tissue, and sharp bolts of psionic lightning appeared out of thin air, striking the figure.
The kite shield was swung, easily deflecting the psionic lightning, while the sharp power sword cleaved down, splitting the Brainworm Tyrant in two.
Then, the sharp blade pierced into the brain of the Insect Titan.
Azrael's gaze was deeply drawn to that figure.

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“Brother, it’s our turn to move.” Horel appeared behind Azrael at some point and said in a low voice.

Azrael's body trembled slightly, and he nodded and returned to the ranks.

Their ship quickly sailed off from the Great Stone Fortress, joining the fleet in an attempt to break out of the encirclement of the Zergling fleet.

This was not difficult; the Glory Queen-class battleship Red Tear and the Abyss-class battleship Doraemon Cabinet began to demonstrate their extraordinary power.

It tore a hole in the biological fleet and led its fleet like a spear towards the target planet, Ziafriya.

“It went very smoothly,” Azrael said softly.

But as soon as his voice fell, Azrael suddenly felt something—a feeling of being stared at, of being gazed upon, as if an invisible giant eye in the void was staring at him.

Azrael followed the direction of the gaze, but saw only a deep void and a single planet.
Planet?

Azrael had read the information about the Tiamat system and knew that the seven planets within it had not been completely devoured by the Hive Will, but rather had been modified, distorted, and covered with a layer of Tyranid biosphere by the Tyranid swarm.

Every blade of grass, every bacterium, and every virus on these planets is a branch of the Terran gene tree. Could it be that...?
As if to verify Azrael's idea, the planet in his field of vision visibly trembled a few times. The surface of the planet, covered by fungal carpet and chitin, slowly opened, revealing a hideous and terrifying maw of flesh, with countless sharp fangs rotating within, as if it were about to swallow the entire fleet whole.
Azrael's guess was confirmed: it was a planet-sized Tyranid creature.

Sharp tentacles pierced from the planet's body, shooting towards the Imperial fleet. The entire fleet's formation twisted and tilted towards the tentacle due to its immense gravity.

Just then, countless mini-Doras suddenly emerged from between the fleets, these mini-Doras carrying scarlet cloaks colliding with the tentacle.
The tentacle that shot out from the planet-sized Tyrannosaurus was forcefully repelled.

But it wasn't over yet; the planetary-level Tyrannosaurus Rex charged directly at the fleet.
The ship beneath Azrael's feet trembled violently, its engines roaring at full power to resist the pull of its gravity.

"Prepare for the impact!" Herrell roared. "The orders from above indicate that the gravitational environment will be exceptionally complex in the coming days."

While Azrael was still pondering the reasons for the unusually complex gravitational environment, high above in this galaxy, Doraemon, locked in battle with the will of the Hive, stirred.
A round hand slammed into the face of the Insect Hive Will, causing it to roar and fall a few steps towards reality. Seizing the opportunity, Doraemon's round hand reached into the pocket on its stomach.

He pulled three planets from his pocket; they were three planetary undead constructs, shimmering with emerald light and covered in black stone.

The World Engine, a planetary-sized warship of the Necromancers, was deployed to the battlefield.
In an instant, the gravitational environment within the star system became extremely complex. The Zerg fleet was thrown into chaos by the dramatic shift in gravity, while the Imperial fleet barely managed to maintain its formation thanks to prior anticipation.
At the same time, all the planets except Ziafriya trembled, and their surface fungal carpets and chitinous shells opened, revealing their biological nature.
Aside from Ziafriya, the other six planets are inhabited by planetary-level Tyranid beings.
The three World Engines quickly unleashed their firepower on the six Terran planetary creatures, resulting in a stalemate in the void.

Three against six. Azrael watched the battle in the void in silence. At this rate, the World Engine side was clearly at a significant disadvantage.
Just then, a burst of intense light erupted from one of the world engines.

Above the World Engine, Eurykian felt the pulse of the stars, the heat and light surging beneath the dimensions.

An empty divinity is calling to Him.

Eurykian knew how to ascend to become a Star God, and had done so more than once, but he didn't like the feeling.
It was a feeling of tearing apart, a feeling of emptiness. His original will flowed into divinity, like a drop of water dissolving and diluting in the ocean.
Especially after he was given a soul, whenever he recalled that feeling, he would feel a piercing pain from the depths of his soul. Eurican slightly raised his head and looked up at Saint Doraemon, who was fighting against the will of the insect hive high in the sky.
I wonder if that person feels something similar to Eurycan now.
A hand gently rested on Orikan's shoulder; Tarasin stood silently behind Orikan.

“Orikan,” Tarasin said softly.

Euricane gently placed his hand on Tarasin's, and for some reason, he suddenly seemed to have mustered his courage.
He recalled the scene Zhou Yun had once described to him.
A home, a new world, warm and bright.
“Wait for me to go home together,” Orikan said to Tarasin.

Then, a bright, warm light burst forth from the World Engine, burning as the Star God was born from Orikan's body, stirring up the laws of the material universe and crushing towards the planetary Tyranid beings.

Planets burned, flesh roared, and in an instant, half of a planetary Tyrannosaurus creature's body was burned away by the newly born Star God.

The Imperial fleet seized this opportunity, tearing apart the Tyranid swarm's biological fleet and charging towards Ziafriya.
By projecting their gaze from above the orbit, Azrael could see their target.
That towering, fleshy spire that sits atop the earth's surface, occupying an entire continent and reaching straight to the edge of the atmosphere...
The fleshy spire writhed, its brain tissue spewing blinding psionic light; a mere glance at it sent shivers down Azrael's spine.
What exactly is this thing? What does the Hive's will want to do with it?
A lighthouse? A beacon? A repeater? Or some kind of psionic weapon?

Before Azrael could think further, he saw the Abyss-class battleship, the Doraemon Cabinet, begin its orbital bombardment in the distance.

But the distance was too great for Azrael to see what kind of weapon the warship was launching.
"I've brought you some specialties from the 22nd century."

In the highest heavens, Doraemon, who was fighting against the will of the insect hive, approached the shadow and whispered.

The Doraemon Cabinet dropped twenty-two Earth Destruction Bombs onto the ground of Ziafriya in one go.

The hive's will sensed the danger and let out a sharp roar.

The bio-spirit on the surface of Ziafriya suddenly writhed, extending psionic tentacles that pierced the Earth-destroying bombs falling from orbit, enveloping them and teleporting them into the surrounding void.

Planet-sized, scorching fireballs formed at the edge of the Tiamat system, resembling newly born stars that were rapidly falling from the sky.

But the bombing by the Doraemon Cabinet was not over yet. Like a dense rain of bullets, countless Earth-destroying bombs were dropped from the Doraemon Cabinet.

Some of these were real Earth-destroying bombs, while many were simply models, but the Hive's will had to expend its own psionic power to deal with each one.
Countless psionic tentacles pierced the orbit, and Earth-destroying bombs were transported to the edge of the galaxy, resulting in repeated explosions and the flickering of stars.

In the subspace, at the Moon Viewing Platform, in Nobita's house, Suneo, the Om Messiah, gripped the controller in his hand, chuckled, and abruptly pushed the joystick and pressed the shoulder button.
In the Tiamat galaxy, Doraemon swung his round hand and slammed it into the face of the Hive Will, causing the Hive Will's movements to momentarily halt.
Meanwhile, in the orbit of Ziafriya, a psionic tentacle shifted, and an Earth-destroying bomb slid from between the tentacles, crashing into the planet's surface.
The scorching fire formed from the planet's surface, burning away the fungal carpet, carbonizing the chitin, and melting the earth. The Hive Will reacted quickly, extending countless tentacles in all directions before the explosion spread, transporting the newly erupted fireball into deep space.

Although they failed to destroy the entire Ziafriya in one strike, they did tear a hole in the Zerg hive biosphere that covered the entire planet. Azrael knew that this was his chance to switch sides and join the planet.
The Anywhere Door appeared at just the right moment at the front of the queue.

Without hesitation, Azrael charged through the doorway, his foot landing on the molten, scorching ground. His power armor shielded him from the surrounding heat.
Upon entering the battlefield, Azrael's first sight was of the renowned Mechanicus archsage, Belisarius Caul, standing five or six meters tall atop the scorching earth, and beside him stood the Primarch, Fuggen.
Then, Azrael noticed the dark clouds pressing in from the sky. Without a second thought, Azrael knew that the Terran flying beasts were swarming towards the area.

At this point, there were no shelters or fortresses on the battlefield, and Azrael knew immediately what a brutal battle they were about to face.
If Azrael were in command, he would probably not hesitate to launch a ship from orbit, let it crash to the ground, and use the wreckage as a base to serve as cover. Hmm?
Just then, Azrael saw the Great Sage Belisarius Caul's body suddenly collide with something, his bent body straightening up, growing from five or six meters in size to over ten meters tall, and countless miniature Doraemons began to emerge from under his cloak.

The miniature Doraemons stretched out their round hands and pulled out pieces of steel, pipes, and anti-aircraft weapons from their pockets.

The Mini-Doras began digging a moat around the city, filling it with water from Baal's thirst. Inside the moat, centered on the Great Sage Belisarius Caul, the Mini-Doras began piecing together steel and building materials to form a fortress, encompassing all the Astartes within its boundaries. Meanwhile, the Great Sage Belisarius Caul swiftly began welding, and in the blink of an eye, a fortress accommodating the first group of Astartes was erected on the spot.

Azrael froze, completely unprepared for the fact that the Archsage Belisarius Caul could construct a fortress in the blink of an eye.
But he didn't stand there for long. His fighting instincts quickly led him to his rightful place, and he began to fight off the Tyranid flying beasts swarming in from the sky, coordinating with the anti-aircraft weapons.
These flying war beasts seemed endless, pressing down like dark clouds, but thanks to the anti-aircraft weapons designed by Belisarius Caul, the Astartes were able to withstand the pressure.
But Azrael remained vigilant, understanding that these flying creatures were merely the vanguard of the Hive's will; the main force had yet to arrive.

He stared intently at the ground, but after a long while, there was still no trace of the Terran ground forces on the ground, which had begun to cool slightly.
The steam rose and fell, making Azrael feel slightly dizzy.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, and at the same time, he saw a figure emerge from the swirling heat.
He saw a man clad in dark green power armor, his face weathered and terrifying like an old lion, walking step by step toward the fortress.

Lion?

Primarch?

Azrael was stunned for a moment. How could the Primarch be here?

Even more terrifying, Azrael clearly saw that Lyon raised his head and looked at him.
"Azrael." The lion's voice seemed to come from hell, and Azrael almost felt his soul being ripped out.

(End of this chapter)