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

Chapter 708 Mortarian: Let's unite!
The distorted psionic energy emanated from Magnus and shot out in all directions. The ships struck by the psionic energy were not directly destroyed; instead, they were transformed into numerous, overlapping, shimmering shadows.

It was as if ships from other parallel worlds had been pulled to this point, overlapping and colliding together, flashing and emitting a dizzying light.
The crew and Astartes on the ship also cried out in agony. Duplicate organs began to appear on their bodies, multiple heads grew, multiple arms extended, and they possessed several distinct wills.
Even among parallel versions of themselves, there are still subtle differences. These differences, when combined, are enough to be fatal.
Ultimately, the ship and its parallel-world counterpart squeezed and collided with each other, instantly transforming into a molten furnace that exploded, spewing out a massive amount of debris in all directions, shattering several more warships.

Guilliman quickly re-established command of the fleet, directing his ships to intercept Magnus one by one, almost sacrificing them as a shield to protect the Glory of Macragge and himself.
This behavior naturally did not conform to Guilliman's moral standards, but out of rational and practical considerations, Guilliman had no choice but to do so.

Zhou Yun had warned him that if he were corrupted by Chaos, the threat he would pose would be even greater than that of Horus in the past.

The fleet followed Guilliman's orders without hesitation, transforming itself into a shield to intercept Magnus.

However, these fleets consisted almost entirely of Imperial forces; the Death Guard fleet brought by Mortarion did not obey Guilliman's orders.
Instead, they formed a strange, distorted formation around Magnus, the Imperial fleet, and the Glory of Macragge.

They were organized into groups of seven, a battle group of seven, and a fleet of seven. The seven fleets formed a distorted seven-pointed star that constantly circled and revolved, seemingly following some fixed ritual.
The Death Guards did not join the fleet either. They, too, formed some kind of queue in groups of seven, chanting something in hushed tones within the fleet. Around them, numerous Nurgles swayed and danced as if performing an ancient prayer dance.

But Guilliman did not condemn Mortalian's actions because the effects of this bizarre ritual were immediate.

Mortarian took a step forward, entering the void through the breach in the Makrag's Glory. His body instantly transformed from over three meters tall to over seven meters in the blink of an eye.
Guilliman speculated that Motalian's current height should be exactly 7.77 meters and 7 millimeters.

His body curled up slightly, and the pale armor covering his back unfolded inch by inch, revealing a pair of moth wings sprinkled with powdery scales that grew out of his back.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a jump pack? Wasn't it supposed to be detachable? How did it grow out on its own?" Guilliman couldn't help but mutter.

He figured that since Mortarian couldn't hear it anyway, and sound couldn't travel through a vacuum.

To everyone's surprise, Mortarian turned around and stared at Guilliman with his gloomy eyes.
"Normally it's a detachable, interchangeable bag, but wouldn't it grow back faster in a pinch?"

Guilliman thought to himself, "You yourself said that being blessed by God and growing wings is feudal superstition," but ultimately didn't say it aloud.

Because he knew that Mortarian would definitely say that this was not a blessing from God, but the power of numerology.

Mortarion's moth wings trembled slightly, and his speed instantly surpassed that of the Void Ship, almost transforming into a pale bolt of lightning as he pierced straight towards Magnus, who was surrounded by the fleet.

Does flying with wings in a vacuum really conform to aerodynamics?

Guilliman felt like he was choking.

The vacuum is frigid and lacks the necessities for life; any mortal who sets foot in it will surely die.

But Mortarion was no ordinary man; he was the Primarch.
In just a few breaths, Mortarion had broken out of the ship formation and spotted Magnus up close.
Thousands of Magnus's joined together to form this twisted, grotesque creature.
The power of the Well of Eternity was forcibly poured into his body, and those possibilities that had not yet become reality were constantly piling up and increasing in value within him.
But after observing closely, Mortarian also confirmed one thing.
Magnus not only possesses a body and power from a parallel universe, but also a will from a parallel universe.

All the Crimson Lords were trying to take control of this body; they fought amongst themselves, unable to reach a consensus, almost like a group of deranged madmen.

Only when the underlying command that Tzeentch instilled in them—the one that corrupted Guilliman—is in effect can they act in unison.

In other words, Magnus today is a beast that, apart from corrupting Guilliman, can only act on instinct, and is a beast with severe personality disorder.

But even if it's just a wild animal.
Magnus sensed Mortarian's presence, and the thousands of Magnus heads simultaneously turned towards Mortarian.

Intense psionic energy surged towards Mortalian almost like a flood.
The moth wings behind Mortarion curled up, like two withered leaves enveloping Mortarion himself.

Behind him, one could vaguely see a towering structure of rotting flesh and blood, built from the very unclean.
Eighty-two hundred and thirty-five hundred and forty-three great impure beings sat amidst the dim, yellowish clouds, where flies buzzed, sacs drooped, precious trees rotted, and dark clouds rained down.
These 800,000-plus great demons all found Mortalian's money for their lives at the crossroads of Nurgle Gardens.
Through the power of numerology, Mortarian bound his fate to theirs.
In the very first instant that Magnus's flood of psionic energy surged forth, one-seventh, 117,649 great demons were reduced to dust amidst their wails.

What terrifying psionic power!
Mortarian's gloomy face twisted violently, and thick, putrid smoke materialized out of thin air, rolling and pressing down on Magnus.

But Magnus's body trembled slightly, and his scalding psionic energy burned away all the poisonous mist released by Mortarion.

The psionic energy transformed into thousands of blindingly bright spears of light, hurtling straight at Mortalian, who attempted to flap his wings to dodge.
But those light spears seemed to be manipulated by Magnus's powerful psychic energy, directly distorting cause and effect. The moment they were shot out, they pierced through Mortalian's body.
More than 300,000 great demons turned to ashes in the blink of an eye and returned to Nurgle Garden to resurrect.

How can this damned feudal superstition be so powerful? Those red-skinned witchcraft enthusiasts.
Before Mortarian could finish cursing in his mind,

More psionic spears surrounded him, making them almost impossible to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, they riddled Mortalian with holes.

Almost all of the Great Impure Ones behind Mortarion were killed or wounded, with only a few barely surviving.

At that moment, a dense barrage of light spears rained down on Magnus's massive body.

Guilliman seized the moment when Magnus faltered after unleashing his psionic energy, focusing the fleet's firepower and striking Magnus's flesh and blood directly.
Flames burned on Magnus's body, and thousands of Magnus's heads simultaneously emitted sharp wails. Intense psionic pulses spread outwards, blurring the surrounding spacetime. Thousands of warships collided with different versions of themselves in this single impact, shattering on their own.

But Mortarian seized the opportunity. His moth-like wings trembled as he charged towards Magnus, his sharp scythe, swirling with thick, dark energy, slashing down towards one of Magnus's heads.
However, the layers of psionic shields blocked Mortalian's scythe.

The head that Mortarian had aimed at let out a sharp screech, and a psychic energy pierced through Mortarian's body in an instant.

The remaining demons behind Mortarion vanished into thin air, and excruciating pain surged from Mortarion's body.
A powerful tearing sensation surged through his body, as memories, souls, and bodies from other possibilities coursed through him.
"You actually betrayed the Emperor!" A roar resounded in his mind, and a head grew out from Mortarion's side, tearing at Mortarion's body.

Another head was ripped from Mortalian's neck, muttering something like "Hades" that was incomprehensible.
And even more, more Mortalians from parallel worlds crashed in, tearing at Mortalian's body.
Seven of them, including Mortalian himself, were intertwined, indistinguishable, and tearing at each other.
If Mortalian hadn't been a demonic Primarch whose body defied conventional understanding, he would have been torn to shreds.

"Eek? Eek? Eek!" Just then, a Mortalian from a parallel universe let out three consecutive exclamations. The Mortalian could sense that version of himself was peering into his memories.

"Doraemon? What's Doraemon? Huh?"

"No way! Stop arguing! Look at this!"

That Mortalian calls upon other Mortalians, looking into the memories of the Mortalians.

"I have no good feelings towards you traitors, huh? Huh?? Huh!!! Ah???"

"What are you all making such a fuss about? Where's your composure? Where's your resilience? Hey? What is this? What does '22nd century' even mean?"

"Hmm?" "Hmm?" "Hmm?"

“...You.” The original Mortalian spoke slowly, asking in a low voice.

He didn't say much. Those six Mortalians were still Mortalians, though they had differences, but ultimately they were the result of the same person making different choices.
They naturally understood what Mortarian was trying to say.

Inside Mortalian's body, the seven Mortalians exchanged a glance.
"This can save our offspring."

"Capable of eliminating all tyrants in the galaxy."

"There will be no more superstition and witchcraft in the universe."

"This proves our resilience."

"Even emperors would choose this path."

"There will be no more warp."

Mortarian's form stabilized, seven arms extending from his torso, each wielding a scythe. His moth-like wings, layered upon layered, resembled a withered flower.

The scythe slashed down again, this time piercing through the psionic barrier woven by Magnus.
The scythe pierced Magnus's crimson flesh. The crazed Magnus was unable to defend himself effectively and was instantly decapitated by Mortarion.

The surrounding Magnus heads screamed as they channeled psionic energy into Mortalian, and sharp spears of light pierced through Mortalian's body once more. A similar splitting occurred again, but...
"Huh? It can save my offspring?"

"Can we create a world without feudal superstition?"

"What else is there to say!"

Feeling the increasing power within him, Mortarian sneered.
The frenzied beast, driven only by instinct, couldn't even comprehend that its attacks were ineffective against Mortarion.

But what Mortalian didn't know was that within Magnus's layered body, within the embrace of the original Magnus,
A credit card with hypnotic circles hovering around it is flickering slightly.
Sharp needles pierced through one of Saint Gilles' wings, and dense shadows, like thorns, coiled around his body, leaving horrifying bloody marks, forcefully stopping Saint Gilles's ultimate spear in mid-air.
The Martian Dragon's figure flashed, conjuring energy out of thin air and transforming it into dozens of entropy arrows that pierced towards the Four-Armed God Emperor, accompanied by streaks of emerald lightning.
Twisted psionic energy surged from the four-armed god-king's body, forming a sturdy shield to block the arrows of entropy. At the same time, the emerald lightning vanished into thin air, as if it had been devoured by something invisible to the naked eye.

But at this moment, the mini-Doras hovering in the air somehow helped Saint Gillespie shake off the shadows that were clinging to her body.

Saint Gilles flapped his wings and his figure flashed. Two angels, one golden and one dark, appeared around him and hovered. Together with Saint Gilles, they wielded spears and thrust them towards the face of the four-armed god-king.

The Four-Armed God Emperor raised his hand, intending to release spiritual energy to defend himself, but his expression shifted slightly towards Zhou Yun.

In the subspace, Doraemon's round hand slammed down on the Hive Will, and a flood of complex and varied inspirations surged through the Hive Will's mind in an instant.
This overwhelmed his thoughts, causing a delay in his control over the body of the Four-Armed God Emperor.

At the same moment, Ryan El-Johnson stepped out from the forest, his Loyal Sword piercing the back of the Four-Armed Emperor.

The Sword of Loyalty and the Spear of Success pierced the Four-Armed God Emperor at the same time, but only caused a little blood to flow from his body.

“My body comes from your twenty-one gene sequences, from Erda, from the Emperor.”

The Four-Armed Divine Emperor smiled and said:

"I don't even understand the point of what you're doing?"

“Even if you kill me, I will be resurrected soon. The genetic sequence of the immortal is truly extraordinary.”

"There is nothing in the material universe that I cannot kill." The Martian Dragon roared, and scorching lightning coalesced into a sword blade, slashing towards the four-armed God-Emperor.

As a deity of the material universe, his immense power was indeed enough to burn through the current body of the four-armed god-emperor.

"So you must have voluntarily been imprisoned in this Martian cage, right?"

The Four-Armed Emperor chuckled mockingly a couple of times, the shadow in his hand coalescing into a spear, which he thrust towards the left wing of the Martian Dragon.

(End of this chapter)