Doraemon for an imperfect world

This voice... is it Kiya?

"Living Saint, please be careful and don't get close to this alien."

A team of Mechanicus Skitarii immediately stood in front of him.

Roy:? ? ?

He suddenly realized that there was a tragically thick barrier between them.

Volume 1: Chapter 66: Charge to the Golden Throne

Fallen, fallen angel?

No, no, this is Brother Roy, right?

Although she didn't know why Brother Roy became a fallen angel, Kiya couldn't help but get nervous. That was the biggest secret of their tribe, and now it was exposed to everyone, even [Faith].

She subconsciously took a step back and looked at the other person blankly, wondering what to do.

"We are here to pledge our loyalty to the Divine Emperor," Roy said bitterly. "We hope to fight alongside the Divine Emperor's army."

A battle-hardened Skitarii couldn't help but glance up at the sky, then whispered a warning, "Please be careful, Living Saint! The God-Emperor's army these damned xenos are referring to is the Tyranids... Ohm Messiah, have those xenos also set their sights on this planet?"

"Put down your weapons!" Kiya said in a deep voice.

"Sir, but..."

"Put it down." Another voice came. Sikos came over, the servo-crawler crawling at her feet, and the Axe of Om Messiah was held in her hand. "This is also the will of Om Messiah."

"Yes, my lord."

The Crusaders immediately laid down their weapons in an orderly manner and dispersed to the left and right.

"Sister Siskos." Kiya pleaded softly, "They are mine..."

"I know." Siskos patted Kiya's shoulder gently, trying to comfort her. She understood her confusion and helplessness. After all, she had been in much the same situation when she first left her hometown. "Om Messiah's mercy has always been all-embracing. If you wish to prove your loyalty, that is the right place."

Roy followed Sikos's gaze and saw two tall Primarchs fighting each other. Even now, he could only barely make out the movements between the demigods. They were so tall, so strong, and their vigorous vitality was as hot as a erupting volcano.

They collided with each other, and each blow released the force of moving mountains and seas, as if they were gods forced to settle their disputes in the mortal realm. The power revealed by each blow was enough to shatter the armor of the Titans, and their offspring fought around them like their own genetic fathers, demanding each other's lives.

The Skitarii and Titans of the Mechanicus could hardly even protect themselves in such a battlefield.

But they did not despair. The nuns often said, "The Emperor helps those who help themselves," and the same was true for the followers of Om Messiah. If they could not even cope with the most basic tests, how could they follow in the footsteps of God?

She firmly believed that Om Messiah had arranged everything, and these gene stealers were the destined gears that would push the battlefield to another desired outcome. Everything was calculated by the God of All Machines.

"I know what I should do." Roy said, a fanaticism based on faith began to fill his heart. He would personally intervene in the sacred legend and fight against the rebellious descendants of the God-Emperor. A strong sense of mission and satisfaction filled his heart, telling him that he would have no regrets even if he died.

"My people, it's time to sacrifice yourselves for the God-Emperor!" Roy roared to the heavens, "Charge towards the Golden Throne (of Death)!"

Tens of millions of pure-blooded Genestealers transformed into a black torrent, charging frantically into the battlefield with unparalleled enthusiasm. They immediately suffered heavy casualties on the meat grinder-like battlefield, but even so, no one retreated. Roy even felt that this was a blessing. He would die for the God-Emperor. He, an alien who grew up in the Lower Nest, was actually qualified to die for the God-Emperor on the battlefield!

Loyalty does not need to be rewarded, because for him loyalty itself is a reward.

"For the Emperor!"

He waved his arms and tore apart a Slaanesh Noise Dreadnought, listening to the blasphemous screams of the fallen buried in the Dreadnought before their death. These poor creatures buried in the Dreadnought were cursed by Slaanesh and could never experience true happiness. They could only feel the eternal torture of unsatisfied desires on the battlefield. This almost crazy experience was enough to twist their souls and make them crazy.

Roy used his psychic powers to crush another Dreadnought, then charged straight at Fulgrim. Unsure which of the two Daemon Primarchs was the true enemy of the Emperor, he chose the one who looked the most corrupted.

But in just a moment, his psychic barrier was torn apart, and the scimitar whizzed across his body, leaving a huge wound on his abdomen. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the opponent's arm with both hands, but the next moment he felt dizzy and was smashed away.

"Poor little bug." Fulgrim sneered and didn't want to pay attention to this boring guy. Just like his master, he couldn't wait to see the fall of his other self, but the moment he turned around, a pulling force came from one of his hands.

Fulgrim lowered his head and saw a piece of intestine wrapped around his hand, while Roy was holding the other end of his intestine, desperately using his psychic power to strengthen his body.

"Now, hurry up!"

"For the Emperor!"

Millions of pure-blooded Genestealers rushed forward one after another, tearing through the encirclement of the Chaos Space Marines and using the corpses of their companions to break through the blockade of the Slaanesh Army. The vast majority of them died in the process, and only a relatively insignificant number of them, with their huge population base, rushed to the front of the Daemon Primarch. Even Fulgrim was a little stunned by the actions of these aliens, but he still brandished his weapons, and his enemies all fell apart in the flash of swords and sabers. But in this moment of distraction, Fulgrim from the Mirror World seized one of his flaws, chopped off Fulgrim's arm in a thousandth of a second, and then continued to pursue him, stepping on his head and pressing it to the ground. Light pink pure crystals grew on the ground, piercing through the body of this greedy snake and nailing him to the ground.

Fulgrim couldn't wait to chop off the other's head - at least before his mother arrived. Although he felt at ease about his mother's situation on this planet, he didn't want to act like a child who couldn't leave his mother in front of his offspring.

It was because of the heavy burden of maternal love that they ran into the subspace and, under the leadership of the Four Gods, fought against Tau Wa and the Tau people who were later dominated by Tau Wa.

"This feels amazing, brother." Fulgrim, lying on the ground, smiled intoxicatedly. "You really should experience this. I swear you will love this feeling."

sad.

Fulgrim of the Mirror World gazed into his own eyes. In those pupils without honor, there was an extremely blasphemous darkness that held his soul. He was as old as the universe itself, yet as new as every sunrise. He was a monster born in the weeping and bloody cries that tore through everything, born in the shadow of the womb of a broken race.

His life is eternal and immortal.

His malice knows no bounds.

"So, you choose to fill your heart with such cheap and low-grade pleasures to escape your own weakness, right?" The mirror world's Fulgrim's eyes were filled with pity. Facing this pity, the real Fulgrim smiled. The blessing of Slaanesh had given him another round of supreme mechanical sensory stimulation, but it seemed that nothing could fill it, making him feel emptier, more depraved, and more hungry for more. "Don't you have anyone you care about? Isn't there anyone who will be saddened by your fall?"

Volume 1: Chapter 67: Cruel Reality and Blue Miracle

Fulgrim of the Mirror World did not give the other party room to answer, or for a being whose soul was firmly grasped by the Chaos God, communication itself was meaningless.

"Manus will be sad to see you like this." Fulgrim in the mirror world shook his head, cut off the other's head, and then temporarily sealed it with the help of psychic power and the God of Pure Good in the Warp behind him.

At the same time, Slaanesh's power began to weaken rapidly in the real space. With an unwilling sigh, she could only return to her silver palace with no choice but to prepare for her next plan.

Next time, next time I must get her.

In his eternal hunger, the Prince of Darkness gazed fanatically at the beautiful form that was the complete opposite of his own.

The demonic tide receded, the blasphemous and obscene aura began to dissipate, and the whispers of indulgence followed suit. The battle with the Lord of Desire Realm was a great test of willpower, and even the slightest wavering meant the beginning of eternal damnation.

But in the end, victory still belonged to him.

Fulgrim in the mirror world walked towards Roy, who was lying on the ground and dying. At this moment, he was trying hard to breathe. Wrestling with a demon primarch was obviously not an easy task. Even now, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

"Thank you for your service, great warrior." Fulgrim of the Mirror World half-knelt down. He did not look down upon the other party as if from a superior position, but tried his best to show his respect. "Before I came here, my mother asked me to take good care of you."

"your mother?"

"The Emperor," said Fulgrim of the Mirror Universe, "or, as you prefer, the God-Emperor."

Roy's eyes widened. A Primarch had said the God-Emperor had told his son to take care of himself... Wait! This was a Daemon Primarch!

He suddenly became alert.

"Get out of here!" Roy yelled weakly, "You damn... traitor!"

"Well, why are all the people in this world so extreme?" Fulgrim of the Mirror World stood up and took a few steps back. "As expected, the top beam is crooked, and the bottom beam is crooked... Then let me put it another way. You should know Doraemon, right?"

"Doraemon?" Roy's eyes widened again.

"The Blue Om Messiah, that is the Supreme God we follow." Sikos stepped forward, her blue robe a hazy color against the backdrop of numerous soap bubbles. "And we have come here precisely to retrace His footsteps."

"The Mechanicus?"

Fulgrim of the Mirror World gazed for a moment at the many metal parts hidden under their blue robes. In his world, there actually was the Mechanicus, but they were actually extremely disgusted with the existence of machines. The name of the Mechanicus was just a historical relic of the early influence of the friendly void dragon fragments under Mars.

The Mechanicus of his world firmly believed that the wise sought strength within, while the ignorant sought it without. Thus, they constantly dismantled and modified their own genes, until they looked just as abstract as the mechanically modified forms before them, except that they sprouted flesh and blood, tentacles, eyestalks, pincers, and bio-nuclear reactors...

Although I don't know why there are so many bubbles around the other party, it is obvious that the Mechanicus in this world is completely the opposite.

"Yes, it is He." Fulgrim of the Mirror World smiled. "He specifically asked my mother to help you, and my mother passed the task on to me. I didn't expect that in the end, I would be the one receiving your help."

"God Emperor, he, he..."

Roy stretched out his hand tremblingly, with incredible surprise in his eyes.

"God loves all men." Fulgrim of the Mirror World took his hand and smiled with the powerful charisma of a Primarch. "That includes you."

A huge sense of happiness instantly overwhelmed him.

God loves the world. Just this one sentence is enough to make him regard all sacrifices and efforts in the past and future as a matter of course, and to be willing to endure all suffering.

"Let's go." The Primarch stood up and said, "I will take you to find Doraemon."

Anyway, he had to deliver Fulgrim's head on the way.

Hearing this, Roy tried hard to get up and follow the Primarch, while the Mechanicus, led by Sikos, fell into another kind of religious fanaticism. Fulgrim's performance proved their speculation that the miracle created by the God of Machines had already descended on this planet, and the future of all mankind would be rewritten because of it, heading towards another possibility with infinite light.

When Fulgrim of the Mirror World returned to his ship, several Ogryn Sapiens were in the midst of a heated discussion. Upon seeing Fulgrim, they immediately approached and saluted, though without displaying excessive servility. In the empire ruled by the Silver Lord, hierarchy wasn't an ironclad law that couldn't be transgressed. At least on the surface, even being a Primarch simply meant shouldering more responsibility. The vast majority of Primarchs agreed with this concept, with the exception of a few, such as the hot-tempered Vulkan and Corax, who was obsessed with exploiting the people through economic means. Fulgrim looked at these Sapiens, whose limbs had degenerated to the point where they needed equipment to move freely, and asked:

"Have other brothers come back before me?"

"Lord Angron of the World Eaters returned not long ago with another of his own," the Ogryn Sapiens replied gracefully. "That lord wishes us to fix the problem in his counterpart's head and return him from his ascended demonic state back to a mortal."

"That is impossible," Fulgrim said firmly. "When a person devotes their soul wholeheartedly to those evil gods, they become part of that eternal malice."

"You're right," the Ogryn sapiens responded with a smile. "So our superior intelligence tells us that we can seek help from others at this time."

"so?"

"So we found Doraemon-sama," said the Ogryn Homo sapiens. "We explained to him that the original body itself had long been consumed as raw material during the demon ascension process, and that the ascension was actually a completely different product after further processing. He then took out a tool called the Restoration Lamp."

Sikos couldn't help but laugh. "The evil gods of the warp, how can their power compare to the creations of the God of All Machines?"

Fulgrim in the mirror world shrugged and walked towards the command room. At this time, Angron had turned back to his appearance before he became a demon and was lying on the ground sleeping. It should have been an irreversible tragedy, a treasure that the Lord of Humanity could never find again, and an eternal regret. However, Doraemon ignored all this cruel reality and created a miracle that should not have existed for it, as if it were the most beautiful illusion.

"Shh—" Seeing several people coming in, Doraemon made a silent gesture and whispered, "Be careful not to wake him up."

Volume 1: Chapter 68: "The Sayings of Om Messiah"

Doraemon and Celestine tiptoed out of the room and carefully closed the door. They asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Doraemon-sama!" Kiya raised her hands vigorously and replied, "I came here with Sister Sikos."

Sky...

Doraemon looked behind him and saw the mechanics who had undergone so much body modification that they could no longer be seen in human form. He couldn't help but recall what he had seen before. The Mechanicus in this world was a well-known compassionate and humane organization in the entire galaxy, which might also prove that they really didn't do anything humane.

"Om Messiah, thank you for your grace, which allows us to see your glory."

The blue-robed members of the Mechanicum knelt down before Doraemon without hesitation, kowtowed devoutly. This made Doraemon, who was deeply influenced by the moral codes of the 22nd century, somewhat uncomfortable and avoided him. "I told you, I'm not a mechanical god, I'm just a childcare robot from the 22nd century!"

A golden light flashed in Celestine's eyes, and a sigh of empathy appeared. What the believers really wanted was actually different from what they worshipped. He had realized this deeply ten thousand years ago.

Did Om Messiah deny His divinity?

Sikos touched her forehead to the ground reverently. This was natural. True gods did not need faith. Only the evil spirits in the warp needed worship from believers. And it was simple for Om Messiah to call himself a child-rearing robot. In his eyes, wasn't the huge and bloated human empire, a seemingly indestructible civilization, as small and tender as a child, waiting to grow up?

This is the profound meaning of the so-called parenting robot. It expresses Om Messiah's earnest expectation for the future of mankind, and shows Om Messiah's great parental love and affirmation of the future of mankind. At the same time, it warns mankind that they are just fragile and ignorant children in this dark and deep universe, and they should learn to be reverent and grow up in the nourishment of Om Messiah's wisdom until they are able to truly face the terrifying existence in the shadow of the universe.

What a great and wise existence this is!

Siskos silently recorded it in her data core, intending to include this Ohm Messiah quote as a reading comprehension in the next round of assessment.

She reached out from under her blue robe and took out a metal box, holding it high above her head:

"Please accept our offering, my lord," said Sikos. "This Dorayaki is crafted for you to the highest standards throughout the entire Huangquan No. 8 Foundry World."

Dorayaki?

Doraemon's eyes lit up.

A collection of Dorayaki made to the highest standards from all over the world?

It couldn't help but swallow hard. That kind of Dorayaki must be quite delicious, right? So, a taste, just a little bit, should be acceptable, right?

If it tastes good, bring it back to Nobita. This way, next time when Suneo shows off the high-end food at home, you can take it out and make Nobita proud in front of his friends.

"In that case, I'll try it first." Doraemon took out the Dorayaki and said with anticipation, "Thank you, then you're welcome..."

Doraemon took a bite and the smile on his face froze.

A disgusting, sticky taste with an indescribable stench bloomed in its mouth, almost making it vomit on the spot - but facing the expectant gaze of the Mechanicus in front of it, it finally gritted its teeth and swallowed it, then asked with a distorted face:

"What's in here?"

"It's the highest grade holy oil. I hope it can lubricate your gears and soothe your circuits." Sikos observed Doraemon's expression. "My lord, you don't seem to like it very much?"

It would be strange if I liked it!

Doraemon was roaring in his heart, but considering that the other party had good intentions, he finally did not say anything rude so directly.

"I'm a robot, but that doesn't mean I need motor oil." Doraemon crossed his arms in distress. "Listen carefully, when it comes to diet, I'm the same as a human. Exactly the same!"

Exactly the same...

"I understand, my lord," said Sikos.

"Uh... what did you understand?"