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

Chapter 705 The Four-Armed God Emperor Will Instantly Instantly Kill the Two-Armed God Emperor
"Father." The four-armed creature's lips moved slightly, and a standard human voice came from its alien vocal cords.

"...?" Ryan, gripping the Sword of Loyalty, froze on the spot.
All his fighting spirit and anger were suppressed by the four-armed creature's words, and confusion rose in his heart.

The four-armed creature stared at Ryan, its lips moving slightly again: "Son!"

The air was deathly silent. Veins bulged at the corners of the lion's eyes, his fingers tightened around the sword of loyalty, and killing intent and rage surged from him.

Azrael, Zabril, and Horel got up from the ground, looking at the four-armed creature with blank expressions, wondering what it was up to.

"Isn't that right?"

"Is it difficult to understand?"

The four-armed creature tilted its head and asked:

"My genetic sequence comes from twenty-one protogenes."

“You are clearly one of my twenty-one wild fathers.”

“My genes are the same as those of the Emperor and Erda, so I am still your father and mother.”

"I even possess some of the genetic memories of the Emperor and Erda."

"The Emperor, Erda, and Olpeson, what three pairs of star-crossed lovers."

The four-armed creature looked up and sighed.

The lion lowered its body slightly, and the sword in its hand, named Loyalty, thrust straight towards the throat of the four-armed creature.

But the lion's blade seemed to be stuck in the mud, its speed of advancement becoming slower and slower, as if the kinetic energy on the sword was being eaten away and devoured by something unseen in the air.

The four-armed creature gently extended one hand and flicked the blade away.

"If you can kill me and destroy this body, that would be fine too."

The four-armed creature said softly:

"This can interrupt my instinct to ascend, but only for a short time."

"This body is that of an immortal being; even if it is killed, it can be resurrected very quickly."

"I am now similar to the emperor you remember who walked among men."

"Can you defeat the emperor?"

As it spoke, the four-armed creature slowly extended an arm with sharp claws, reaching towards Ryan El Johnson.

The lion's wild instincts dictated a swift dodge, but his movements were extremely sluggish.
He felt the strength between his muscles being eroded little by little, leaving his body weak and powerless—a feeling he had never experienced before.

"Look, I eat a lot of things; I can devour physical strength, motivation, spirit, will, and soul."

"But this will never fill my stomach. My hunger is endless, but the food in this world is limited, and much of it is wasted."

The four-armed creature stretched its hand toward Ryan while muttering to itself:

"Did you know that as early as the third millennium of humankind, you humans produced a surplus of food, enough to feed all of humanity?"

"Even now, your civilization has so many people suffering from hunger. How luxurious is that?"

"That hunger is being encompassed into my realm; I can feel their hunger with my own empathy. How bitter it is."

"Ok?"

The four-armed creature seemed to sense something, and with a sudden movement, it distanced itself from Ryan El Johnson.

The void trembled, and countless miniature Doraemons surged forth from it, waving their round hands and smashing towards the four-armed creature.

The four-armed creature waved its four arms, trying to devour the power source from Mini Doraemon.

Some of the Mini-Dorae did indeed slow down, but even more Mini-Dorae poured out of the void, carrying so much power that even the Hive Will couldn't completely devour them.
There truly is a deity in the subspace of power that governs power.

Zhou Yun's figure appeared in front of the four-armed creature, surrounded by a large number of mini Doraemons, with Saint Gilles standing behind him.

A low growl echoed from the warp, and the gods felt a surge of excitement. They had been waiting, waiting for Zhou Yun to truly clash with the will of the hive, waiting for Zhou Yun to be too preoccupied to attend to Fulgrim and Guilliman.
In the subspace, tides surged, and the ever-changing blue and the obscene purple began to pierce into the dimension of reality.

However, when Zhou Yun and the four-armed creature faced each other, they did not immediately engage in combat.

Zhou Yun looked at the four-armed creature with a solemn and respectful expression, almost touching. He raised his hands in front of his chest in a salute resembling that of an eagle.

"I told you the Four-Armed God Emperor is a true believer."

"The four-armed God Emperor will surely kill a two-armed God Emperor instantly." The expressions of everyone present stiffened slightly.

Although his words remained vicious, Zhou Yun was genuinely somewhat moved.

In his past life, he was indeed a Terran player, and the first race he created was Terran.

His feelings upon seeing the Four-Armed Emperor were like those of a loyal Warhammer fan who had been shouting "I am the Emperor!" for years, only to find himself transported to Warhammer Online and sitting on the Golden Throne in place of the Emperor.
People are just joking around online. In reality, who wouldn't want to travel back in time and sit on the throne in place of the emperor, right?
Similarly,
Everyone's just joking around in the Nest City. If they really encountered a Four-Armed God Emperor, wouldn't they all say that they would definitely kill a Two-Armed God Emperor instantly?
"Four-Armed God Emperor." The creature smiled, slightly extending its four arms and gently clenching them together a few times, as if it felt it deserved to be called that.

"If I can definitely defeat the God Emperor instantly, can I also definitely defeat Saint Doraemon instantly? I'm very curious." The Four-Armed God Emperor asked.

Zhou Yun shook his head slightly: "I'm not curious."

"I'm more curious about who is stronger, the Four-Armed God Emperor or the God Emperor of my Second Empire."

Saint Gilles' wings trembled slightly as he gently took flight, with two angels, one golden and one dark, appearing and disappearing behind him. Meanwhile, Mini Doraemon, beside Zhou Yun, flew up and hovered around Saint Gilles's side.
Zhou Yun is using Saint Gilles, his demonic primal, as a medium to unleash his power.

"Just a Primarch?" the Four-Armed Emperor asked with a smile, his skin trembling slightly, as if he were struggling to suppress his thirst.
The Four-Armed God-Emperor enjoyed the feelings that humanity brought him. For countless years, he had been immersed in endless hunger, with other emotions only appearing sporadically. This state was, in fact, extremely painful.
Now, entering this body, donning the skin of a human, he gained true senses, and emotions beyond hunger welled up within him.

No wonder, no wonder the Lord of Darkness is so immersed in this body, so attached to this human skin.
But this shell is ultimately false, merely a covering over his true nature; within him, there remains only hunger.

The moment he saw Saint Gilles, he found it hard to suppress his predatory desires and impulses.

Zhou Yun gently raised one hand.

"It's alright, I've even seen dragons before," Zhou Yun said with a smile.

Thermal energy, the thermal energy from the very beginning of the universe, mingled around him.
This technique, derived from Euricane's technology, was understood and realized by Zhou Yun using the power of the Vicious Techniques domain.
He created the body of a star god out of thin air.
A blinding bridge of light stretched out from the highest heavens, plunged into the dimension of reality, and flowed into that body.
Emerald lightning flashed and swirled, a sharp tail coiled around a lithe silver body, and a constantly shifting vortex of primal energy swirled atop a dragon-like head. A scarlet cloak embroidered with twelve gears draped over the body, and a pair of sharp wings slowly unfurled behind it.

"The Eternal Dragon?"

The voice came from the mouth of the silver dragon:
"If you were a dragon, that would be fine."

"What about the Cyber ​​God Emperor of the Mechanical Order?" Zhou Yun asked softly.

The golden hammer gleamed with a dazzling yet magnificent light, easily smashing a Phoenix Guard unit.
With a sticky, obese, and pale face, Aidoron pressed forward relentlessly, and the Phoenix Guard was almost unable to resist, with only the former Phoenix Guard commander, Alkenes, managing to hold on.

Thor, leading the court swordsmen, was also caught in a fierce battle. The sound waves, those sharp and deadly sound waves, came one after another, making it extremely difficult for the other swordsmen to even swing their swords. Although Thor was able to swing his sword with all his might, he was still struggling.
The deadly sonic energy struck the phase sword in Thor's hand, and this product of necromancy began to fluctuate, becoming unstable.

And the enemy that released this energy sound wave.
Thor stared at the utterly repulsive demon prince, a creature fused together with various musical instruments and speakers.

“Marius!” Thor recognized the enemy thanks to the genetic memory Taviz inherited.
Marius Varus, the former commander of the Third Company of the Sons of the Emperor, the first Noise Warrior, died on the battlefield of Istvan V, but was resurrected by Slaanesh.

“Taviz, brother, why are you struggling so hard? Can’t you see that perfect and beautiful figure?” Marius’s voice was filled with madness and seduction.

That figure—it was precisely because they faced that figure that they felt so powerless.
That figure was perhaps the embodiment of all the fallen beings in ancient legends; its lower body resembled a venomous snake, a sea eel, a slug, or a worm, covered in a layer of iridescent slime like fly wings, blurring its pinkish-purple scales as if painted with the wildest, most chaotic strokes on a canvas of human skin.
His upper body was slender and elongated, maintaining a near-human form, except that he had four arms, wielding claws, a twisted sword blade, a flaming sword blade, and a scorpion-tailed whip, respectively. His torso and arms were covered with exquisitely crafted, gleaming gold power armor, inlaid with shimmering gems of purple, pink, and emerald. An eagle leaped from his shoulder, its sharp claws piercing the left side of his breastplate, seemingly only digging into the flesh, making it appear almost alive from a distance.

His face was long and grotesque, covered with thick white paint, his eyes and lips were covered with heavy perfume powder, and his hair, dyed in purple, pink, emerald, and blue, rose from between his horns, forming an exaggerated hairstyle like that of a theatrical actor.
Regardless of how the figure tried to portray itself, Thor only saw absurdity, vulgarity, depravity, and lewdness in it.

Primarch Vograim
This fallen demonic entity descended into the real dimension, with a lantern hanging from its waist. Within the lantern, the soul of a beautiful woman with azure hair and wearing a thin veil was singing the blasphemous song "Malavilla."
That soul was none other than Beka Kinská, the musical genius who had followed the Sons of the Emperor's fleet ten thousand years ago. This woman, corrupted by the Temple of the Thorns and inspired by it, created the blasphemous song "Malavilla." The moment the song was played, it corrupted almost the entire Sons of the Emperor's fleet, summoning six Slaanesh archdemons. The Sons of the Emperor were thus utterly corrupted, and the Noise Warriors were born.

The blasphemous music resounded once more from Becca Kingska's soul, sending a chill down the spines of the Phoenix Children. Each note felt like a sticky tentacle dragging their souls, trying to pull them into Slaanesh's embrace.

However, all the sons of the phoenix could see the figure standing before the serpent.
The figure clad in purple and gold armor, draped in a pristine white cloak, and wielding the Forgebreaker's warhammer...

The Forgebreaker's warhammer burst forth with orange-red flames in His hand, bright as a distant star, like the forge fire that would soon reborn them. Just looking at that light, they felt hope, found themselves, and were protected from corruption.

As long as the phoenix has not fallen, they will not fall.

“You hold my hammer, the warhammer I forged for my brother in the Narodia Mountains.” Forgrim looked down at Fugen, gazing at the gleaming Forgebreaker warhammer in his hand, his voice sticky like syrup.

The one who breaks the furnace can feel the burning of the root of blessing.

The machine spirit, born from the hands of Forgrim, nurtured by Feralus, and twisted by Perturabo, was burning, so hot it felt like it would scorch Forgrim's fingers through his gloves.
Anger, Fugen could feel the anger within it, the lingering anger of Feralus residing within it.
“You hold my sword, the flaming sword my brother forged for me in the Narodia Mountains.” Fugen stared at the flaming sword in Fugrim’s hand, looking at the straight blade burning fiercely, his voice as resolute as steel in a furnace.

Fulgrim laughed, a maniacal and mocking laugh filled with derision, but Fulgrim felt sadness.

“Don’t kill them.” Forgrim stopped laughing and looked at Edron and Marius. “I’m waiting to see their expressions when they ascend.”

Edoron muttered under his breath in dissatisfaction, but he dared not openly oppose Forgrim. The last time he did so, Forgrim had chopped off his head with a single sword stroke, and now there was no Fabius to stitch him back together.

The number of Imperial Sons who followed Forgrim into the real world far exceeded that of the Phoenix Sons, but none of these Imperial Sons dared to approach Forgrim and Forgrim.
Every son of the emperor could clearly sense that Fugen was no longer merely a clone.
His duel with Forgrim had become a ritual, an almost fateful confrontation, and any attempt to disrupt it would be a complete crime.

“I had looked forward to it,” Fugan said to Fugrim. “I had looked forward to it on every bitter night, to such a duel, to cut off your head as if wiping away a stain.”

"But now, when I'm actually facing you, I don't feel anger at all, only sadness welling up like water."

"My other self, if Felus could see you like this now, what would he say?"

(End of this chapter)