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

Chapter 698 Confucius was right

The Hive's Will screeched sharply, hurling insults at the Emperor's overly powerful design for the Primarchs.

Primarchs are genetically mutually exclusive; they are like ferocious beasts territories of the stars. If their brethren were to enter their domain and clash, conflict would almost certainly erupt. It is also nearly impossible for one Primarch to be commanded by another.
This design is utterly inferior in the eyes of the Hive Will, but the complexity of the Primarch's genetic sequence is so great that even the Hive Will cannot handle it and cannot fix this flaw in the short term.

In the warp, Emperor Nobi smiled slightly, his nose gently tilting upwards, as if the will of the hive wasn't insulting him, but rather praising him.
“I don’t want the enemy to find my Primarch and use it directly on the battlefield,” he said with considerable pride.

He wasn't joking when he said that; it was indeed the reason he designed the Primarch to be so hypermale. Hypermaleity, along with the Oedipus complex, was designed into the Primarch's genetic instincts.

Every Primarch is the epitome of male masculinity. Compared to the Primarchs, even the Astartes, with their most potent testosterone levels, can only be considered female. Without the Emperor's repression and the control of the Oedipus instinct, it would be almost impossible for the Primarchs to truly cooperate or submit to a single, singular will.
The defection of half the Primarchs was an inevitable outcome. The Emperor's design was intended to prevent the defecting Primarchs from uniting, causing them to fight and weaken each other, making it difficult for the Chaos Gods to control them even after corrupting the Primarchs.
Unexpectedly, this design backfired on the Terran swarm ten thousand years later.

As Nobita watched the increasingly fierce battle between Doraemon and the Will of the Insect Nest, he vaguely sensed a heavy pressure.
The Hive Will is about to be born. It has devoured the genetic sequences of twenty-one Primarchs, integrated the power of the Blood Stack, and is about to create a vessel for itself.

Once the vessel is created, the will of the Hive will unite, the path to ascension will open for the Great Devourer, and the divine position of the Eternal Dragon will begin to be born.
The Emperor, who was infinitely close to the Lord of Darkness, naturally sensed it clearly. Not only the Emperor, but also the gods sensed it and let out anxious roars.

They condemned Zhou Yun, criticizing his slow action and insufficient efforts.

"Most things are under control, and nothing is happening."

“Maybe something did happen, but I don’t think I should take any action.”

“I admit there were things I should have done, but there was nothing I could do at the time.”

"Maybe I could have done something earlier, but it's too late now."

Zhou Yun remained almost completely unfazed, managing to evade the gods in the subspace with a few words.
He knew that the gods were not only displeased because he had delayed the battle with the Tyranid swarm, but also because Zhou Yun had been conserving his strength and had not devoted all his energy to the battle against the will of the hive. They had no chance to take a piece of Zhou Yun's flesh.

Whether it was Fuggen or Guilliman, the gods were now watching them with predatory eyes.

However, now that the body nurtured by the will of the insect hive is about to be born, Zhou Yun should speed things up.
Zhou Yun took a slight breath. The people working in the Tsukimidai district looked up, their gazes quickly shifting from confusion to clarity. They realized they were all extensions of Zhou Yun's will. In an instant, Zhou Yun's will became immensely vast, causing violent waves to surge throughout the entire subspace. Countless mini-Doraes emerged from these waves.

The Mini-Dorae pulled out various gadgets from their pockets and, following Zhou Yun's round hand, hurled them at the Hive Will. The Hive Will attempted to defend itself using its shadowy tentacles, just as before, but was suppressed by the Mini-Dorae's various gadgets.
Zhou Yun's round hand slammed heavily onto the Hive Will's body. A gentle song burst forth from his hand, as billions of humans sang in unison the glorious 22nd century. Their emotions transformed into light in the highest heavens, tearing through the shadows of the warp and inflicting real damage on the Hive Will.

The hive's will roared, and blood called hunger flowed from its wounds, wrapping around Zhou Yun's arm. Zhou Yun immediately felt a wave of weakness wash over him, like a mortal who hadn't eaten for days.

But Zhou Yun merely shifted his body slightly, revealing the Nobi Emperor behind him. The revolver spun, and the old woman's sword, transformed into bullets, shot out, piercing the wound Zhou Yun had torn open.

The terrifying energy that eroded and destroyed the domain was released, rising like a pitch-black sun from the body of the Hive Will. The Hive Will let out a sharp roar, and many Tyranid creatures went mad, lost control, and were dominated by their beastly instincts.

Ryan slowly walked up to Luther, who smiled gently and opened his arms as if to embrace Ryan.
Stab it! ! !

The Sword of Loyalty was drawn, and its tip pierced Luther's body almost without hesitation.
The lion's eyes were almost devoid of emotion as he abruptly pulled the sharp blade from Luther's body.
Luther raised his head and let out a sharp howl. The illusion surrounding the lion vanished instantly, leaving only the body of Maranthai's Evil, pierced by the Sword of Loyalty, trembling violently. Intense psionic energy erupted from its body, ultimately spiraling out of control as the life within Maranthai's Evil dissipated, transforming into a howling psionic storm that swept outwards.

The lion raised the Emperor's Shield, and a storm of azure psionic energy slammed into it, but caused no damage whatsoever.

Ryan silently watched Maranthai's body explode. He had to admit that, at least for that brief moment, he hadn't been able to see through the illusion woven by Maranthai.
Or rather, the calamity of Maranthai wasn't a fabrication; the worm simply lacked the intellect to understand human nature. It was merely using its immense psychic power to extract what people most desired from their minds, much like a lanternfish attracting schools of fish with light but failing to comprehend why light could attract fish.
It was precisely for this reason that his illusions were almost impossible to detect. Yet Ryan still killed Luther, and without hesitation swung his sword at Luther.
One of the secrets hidden deep within Ryan's heart: he truly regarded Luther as a father, a brother, and his most beloved son, but...
“But before I became your son, your brother, your father, I was first and foremost the First Primarch, the firstborn son of the Emperor, for duty is more important than love.”

Ryan looked at the sword in his hand and murmured softly.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Azrael, who was trying to slip away unnoticed.

"..." Fugen, holding his warhammer, stared at Fabius.

After the Tyranid creatures, modified with Primarch genes, went out of control, Fuggen stormed up to Fabius and destroyed the monster with near-frenzied power, leaving only the shriveled torso and head that resembled Fabius's original appearance.

Fugen understood that what he was seeing was merely a Tyranid being that had copied Fabius's genes, intelligence, and will; there was no true soul within it.
But the Hive Will replicated him so perfectly that Fuggen still couldn't help but mistake him for Fabius.

"Melusch," the dying Fabius murmured.

“I don’t understand, Fabius.” Fugen’s tone became slightly impatient at Fabius’s murmur: “Am I not your most perfect creation?”

"I am strong, I am excellent, I am rational, I am beautiful, I have no flaws, but you do not love me."

“Melusine, she is not perfect, she is so fragile, she is corrupted by chaos, yet you love her.”

“…” Fabius twisted his withered head, raising his eyes to look at Fuggen: “My lord, my lord.” Fabius seemed to be speaking not to Fuggen, but to the real Fuggen.
"Because you are too perfect."

“Young lives are so fragile and in need of protection, so life evolved the mechanism of love, which compels fathers to protect their children.”

"When a father looks at his child, he is actually seeing the future. But if you have already reached perfection, do you still need your father's protection? And can your father still see the future in you?"

"A father's love for his child is inherently imperfect; how can you, as a perfect person, possess it?"

Fabius let out a low, mournful howl. Having lost most of his body, his remaining form lacked sufficient nourishment and was slowly withering and decaying.

Fugen watched this scene with a cold expression, without uttering a word.

But Fabius was staring at Fugen.

“You are transforming, I can see it. Your inner self is dissolving, your organs are dissolving, your molecules are disappearing, like a worm forming a pupa. Everything about you is merging into something larger, or being swallowed up by something larger.”

"Your individual self is about to be worn away; you are about to return to him."

“Perhaps I should eat it up?” Fugen’s lips curled slightly as he gripped the Brokensmith’s warhammer and questioned.

Fabius laughed: "You are indeed my most perfect creation, and you have grown to be so perfect that you are becoming more and more like the real Forgrim. If you reach perfection, what difference is there between you and the real Forgrim?"

"Whether you win or the fallen one wins, the final result is that Fugrim wins. How can two different fruits be born from the same tree?"

"My lord, this is the destiny of pursuing perfection."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fabius's body rapidly withered and died, and his eyes lost their light.

Fugen gripped his warhammer tightly, his face grim and terrifying, his eyes burning with rage.

The Tyrannical behemoth known as the Sorrowful Queen unleashed bolts of psionic lightning. This behemoth, the largest, most powerful, and most terrifying of all Tyrannical creatures, was the highest-level being among all Tyrannical node beings, even more powerful and terrifying than the Insect Saint.
The will of the Hive chose him to fight against Saint Gilles.
Saint Gilles' wings trembled, light as a single white feather, fluttering and shimmering amidst the psionic lightning, easily dodging the terrifying psionic energy unleashed by the sadistic queen.
The azure brain tissue within the Sorrowful Queen's massive crown began to writhe violently, emanating intense psychic energy. Less than a second later, a warp energy pulse, thicker than that of a typical Titan, appeared out of thin air and roared towards Saint Gilles.

Saint Gilles laughed loudly, seemingly astonished by the terrifying spiritual power unleashed by the sadistic queen. He drew his spear in an arc, holding it horizontally to his side, and thrust it straight at the sadistic queen.

Saint Gilles's psychic energy was even greater than that of the Sadistic Queen. Released through the Spear of Bigong, it actually tore apart the psychic pulse unleashed by the Sadistic Queen.
Not only the psionic pulse, but Saint Gilles transformed into a pure blade of light, piercing the psionic pulse while also penetrating the sadistic queen's crown and tracing through her body.

Like a mountain collapsing in an earthquake, the sadistic queen fell heavily to the ground amidst a tremendous roar.

"Confucius. What the sage Confucius said still makes sense: the ruler should act like a ruler, the minister like a minister, the father like a father, and the son like a son."

"Leaving aside the distinction between ruler and subject in this galaxy, it is certainly a situation where fathers are neither fathers nor sons."

“Even the father is the son of the son, the son is the father of the father, the father is the elder brother of the son, and the elder brother is the father of the son.”

"If Confucius had a spirit in the subspace, seeing this scene, he would probably ascend to the status of a demon prince named Khorne on the spot and slaughter everyone."

Zhou Yun, using his flesh and blood body and a bamboo dragonfly on his back, flew beside Saint Gilles and said...

Now, Emperor Nobi and Ohm Messiah are responsible for entangled with the Hive Will, while Zhou Yun is once again walking in the material universe in his physical form.
To be honest, Zhou Yun felt extremely cramped and confined in this body, as if he could easily stretch out his arm and tear his flesh and blood apart.

Unlike the Emperor, who was a true immortal, Zhou Yun's body was merely that of a mortal. In order to accommodate his self in the subspace, Zhou Yun even had to use Siegfried's bath liquid to ensure that he wouldn't burst from his own size.

"Shall we begin?" Saint Gilles asked softly.

"It's time to begin." Zhou Yun's gaze fell upon the flesh-and-blood beacon before him, and he could vaguely sense something being born within it.
The husk of the Hive's will is about to be born, the Emperor of Tyranny is about to descend, and the realm of Greed and Dissolution is trembling, yearning to be born into the world.

The pressure on Zhou Yun's vicious techniques was gradually increasing, and this pressure was further pressing on the field of erosion and destruction, hastening the birth of the Dark King.
The Lord of Darkness, the God of Machines, and the Eternal Dragon are all eager to be born into the world.

In the warp, the four gods were equally eager. They longed to see Zhou Yun and the will of the hive engage in a more thorough battle, hoping to seize that opportunity to tear pieces of flesh from Zhou Yun's body.

Fugen and Guilliman are now their coveted prey.
In the subspace, on a steroid-ridden planet, Magnus, who was working out, opened his single eye, looked at Tzeentch hovering in front of him, and let out a sigh.
(End of this chapter)