Doraemon for an imperfect world

What's more, he saw the wizard.

That damn wizard must have modified his own memories in order to create unrest and panic among them, just like they had done before.

I must go back and inform the patriarch immediately.

"Of course I didn't do anything." Doraemon shook his head vigorously, trying to prove his innocence.

"Okay then." Roy said, "Let us go. We must go back and report everything to... immediately."

Roy thought of the angel again, the black shell and sharp claws, and the roaring figure.

He didn't believe that his patriarch would be like that, so he had to witness it with his own eyes.

"Okay." Doraemon took out the Anywhere Door and opened it. "Your gathering place is across the street, but it's better to do another physical examination."

Is this also witchcraft?

Roy looked at the pink door in surprise, then gritted his teeth and led his many panicked brothers through it. Doraemon hesitated for a moment, put on his stone hat, and followed.

Roy walked on the street, looking at everything around him with almost trembling eyes. He raised his head and looked at a statue not far away. The statue's four arms stretched out in all directions, showing obvious blasphemy.

A little girl was standing under the statue and praying devoutly.

"Isa." Roy walked over and asked dryly, "Tell me, has this statue always been like this?"

"Brother Roy!" Isa's eyes lit up and she threw herself into Roy's arms. "What's wrong with the statue, Brother Roy?"

"Answer me, this is very important." Roy asked seriously, "Has the Emperor...always had four arms?"

"what?"

The little girl was a little confused by this question. She nodded helplessly, not knowing why the always kind and amiable brother Roy would ask such a question.

"Of course the Divine Emperor has four hands." The little girl replied curiously, "Brother Roy?"

"No, no..." Roy stood up, took a few steps back as if he was afraid to face reality, then ran towards the direction of the patriarch. He wanted to find out what was going on. The angel of the Emperor of God would definitely give him the answer he wanted.

Angel, angel...

Yes, their angels would be able to save his soul and cure him of the evil heresy and witchcraft.

But just before he was about to see the patriarch, two angels landed in front of him.

These black monsters opened their claws, seeming to be puzzled as to why he appeared here.

Roy was silent.

how come……

How could it be like this...

"Angels," Roy murmured, "Are you always like this?"

Volume 1: Chapter 6: The First Steps of Rebellion

Roy stood there, and just as his lips were trembling, not knowing what to say, a gentle voice came over.

"What's wrong, kid?"

Roy raised his head and saw the bishop standing in front of him. He respectfully gestured for the two angels to leave, then took his hand and sat on an abandoned pipe nearby and asked.

"I..." Roy was silent for a moment. "When we went to fight those heretics, we encountered wizards. It seems that our memories were modified."

The bishop nodded slightly. He said nothing more, but asked softly, "How can I help you, child?"

"Am I worth your time, my lord?" Roy asked.

"Listen, child. We are different from those heretics of the state religion. They divide people into different classes, but we don't. Under the glory of the Divine Emperor, we are all equal." The bishop smiled and patted Roy's shoulder. "All you need is time and growth, child. One day, you will stand by my side, or perhaps even take my place."

Roy pursed his lips. The bishop's gentleness and kindness were so real, but beneath this outward warmth was such blasphemy.

"Thank you," he said. "Could you tell me more about our history and teachings?"

"Of course, child," the bishop replied gently. He carefully adjusted Roy's collar and then spoke softly, "Our clan leader came from another world. There, due to their hard work, they were honored to travel to other worlds to spread the gospel of the Four-Armed Divine Emperor and became great angels. So, our clan members follow their example and work diligently in various factories to demonstrate their devotion to the Divine Emperor."

Roy listened quietly, and only then did he calm down. The story was exactly the same as what he remembered, but the creepy sense of incongruity finally emerged at this moment.

If there is no problem with memory and faith, then is there something wrong with my past self?

God Emperor.

Roy looked at the bishop beside him, his gaze lingering on the bishop's forehead wrinkles for quite a long time, and then asked again, "Then why does the Divine Emperor have four hands?"

The bishop showed a genuine bewilderment. "Shouldn't the Divine Emperor have four arms?"

"But shouldn't the God Emperor be the same as humans? How could humans have four hands?" Roy questioned.

The bishop became even more confused. He looked at the angel lying on the ceiling, then at Roy, as if asking if it was normal for a person to have four arms.

"That's not the case." Roy smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Do you think the physical mutations of our people are normal?"

"Of course, that is the blessing of the great Divine Emperor." The bishop said as a matter of course, and then sighed, "It's a pity that those guys in the Ministry of Justice don't understand this."

"Then, one last question," Roy said. "Why do we pretend to believe in the Two-Armed God-Emperor like them when facing outsiders? The God-Emperor is the only god in the universe, so why do most people's beliefs differ from ours?"

"They will eventually be converted," the bishop said. "It's just a matter of time."

"I understand."

Roy took a deep breath, as if he had figured something out and seemed to have made up his mind. He stood up, bowed deeply to the bishop, then took a step and ran in the direction he came from.

He was now certain that the real problem wasn't with him, but with their entire ethnic group!

He had no idea what that creature they called an angel was, but there was no doubt it was the enemy of the Emperor, and he was loyal to the Emperor no matter what!

Yes, loyalty to the Emperor.

In the midst of confusion, only faith can show him the way forward, and only faith has never dried up.

For the first time, he realized so deeply that people need faith, which is the sustenance of the soul. In this cruel world, only faith can give a person the strength and belief to survive.

That thing is no longer his angel. Although his blood and power flow in his body, he will raise his weapon against it if it is for the Emperor!

But before that he needs help, help from Iron Man.

Although he didn't know how to find the blue iron man, Roy still gathered together the companions who had broken free with him one by one. In fact, because his physical deformities were the least, his status in the entire sect was quite high, and his promotion to bishop was just around the corner. Thanks to this past prestige, he easily gathered the others together, and from their expressions, Roy could actually see that these people had reached a conclusion that was not much different from his own.

"Anyway, everyone should have discovered it by now, right?" Roy asked.

"Are we aliens?" Putana asked tremblingly.

"Of course not." Roy said firmly, "We have pure skulls and firm beliefs. There is no doubt that this is proof that we are born human."

Although their skulls were not strictly speaking pure, Roy chose to ignore this.

"That angel..."

"They are not angels." Roy said firmly, "They are the real aliens and the source of corruption."

“But they are the origin and angels of our sect,” someone whispered.

"No, they are a disgrace and a threat to the sect," Roy said. "No one must know of their existence, no one!"

"So, you want to declare war on them?" someone else asked, "How can we possibly defeat them?"

"A direct confrontation is definitely not going to work. We still need time and weapons, and most importantly, help from Doraemon. Only by obtaining drugs from it that can help more people break free from its control can we expand our numbers. Then we can find a way to purge the loyalists among us."

Roy clenched his fists and spoke in an infectious voice, "Our sect has only one chance to revive. If we don't seize it, the entire hive will be ravaged by the aliens. For the Emperor, for the Empire, and for humanity, we must raise the banner of war against the aliens!"

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, it seems that some kind of monster has controlled these ordinary people.

Doraemon thought of standing aside with a stone hat on, his presence almost suppressed.

Since we are fighting against monsters that may threaten people, I might as well go and help.

"Clang clang! I'm here."

Doraemon took off his stone hat and stuffed it into his pocket, then opened his hands and appeared in front of everyone. "Well, I will help you too, so let's defeat the monsters that control people together."

Volume 1: Chapter 7: A Troubled Planet

"Great." Roy said with some surprise, "With your help, our victory will be even greater."

It was originally infinitely close to zero.

"But, can't we just get along well?" Doraemon asked in confusion, "Maybe we could have been good friends?"

Roy was silent.

Yes, after all, the other party is an iron man from the dark technological age, and he has no idea what faith and the emperor mean in this era.

In the other person's eyes, there was a glint of clarity and innocence that was completely out of tune with the entire world.

"I can't do that." Roy said firmly, "Those aliens absolutely cannot coexist with humans, and..."

Roy lowered his head and thought about the prophecy circulating among the cult recently about the imminent arrival of the God-Emperor's army. If their belief was a lie from the beginning to the end, then what exactly was about to come?

Just thinking about this terrifying thing made him feel creepy.

"Don't say that. Maybe there's a way for us to coexist?" Doraemon said, taking out a prop from his pocket. "A time predictor. With this prop, you can see the future after making different choices. For example, if you become good friends with those creatures..."

Doraemon pressed his eyes to the telescope, gently turning the scale to adjust the time. He could easily see the strange-looking aliens passing through Momotaro Dango, and quickly became friends with them. Then, not long after, another plague broke out. Desperate people gathered and attacked the top floor of the hive. Some dirty-looking green creatures and tall people wearing tattered armor also joined the battlefield...

Wait, what the hell is going on?

"No, no, there must be something wrong."

Doraemon immediately readjusted the scale and started observing again. A brand new future began to unfold. Those who deliberately poisoned were caught in advance. The Church of the Four-Armed Emperor and their angels actively integrated into the local population. People who believed in the Four-Armed Emperor worked hard every day and took the initiative to work overtime. In the end, many people boarded spaceships to other planets... Wait, so this is a civilization with space capabilities?

Doraemon originally thought that this civilization was very backward.

It continued to look down, and just when it thought everything was heading in the right direction, the angels and their believers suddenly began to riot uncontrollably. Just as the riot was over, a huge number of monsters of all kinds completely covered the entire sky.

What is going on? These monsters didn’t exist in the last observed future.

Doraemon suddenly became panicked. It observed several different futures in a row, but found that for some reason, as long as those angels still existed on this planet, monsters that covered the sky and the sun would definitely come, and then trample and devour the entire world. Even if those monsters were eliminated, more strange things in green, red, blue or purple would appear. In some cases, there would be shouting orcs, blue-skinned humanoids, metal skeletons emerging from the ground, or people with long limbs and pointed ears. If the war lasted for more than ten years, then more huge armies and tall warriors wearing different armor would join the battlefield.

"Well, although I'm not sure what the relationship between the two is, if so many innocent people are endangered, I can't just sit back and watch." Doraemon said with some distress, "I really don't want to fight. Isn't it better for us to live in peace?"

"Peace is but a moment of tranquility under the glory of the God-Emperor. In this dark universe, only war and suffering are eternal." Roy said, "We need weapons, Doraemon, please."

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it." Doraemon helplessly searched his pockets. "An air cannon that attacks with compressed air, a Overlord gun that can blow up a tank with one shot, a heat gun that can melt a building, power gloves that can automatically attack the enemy, a famous sword, the Lightning Pill, that can fight automatically, and a stone hat for concealment."

Doraemon piled a bunch of props that he bought during a discount sale at the department store on the table, and then introduced the uses of these props one by one.

If possible, it doesn't want to get involved in any battle, but now is obviously a special situation.

The last time I pulled out these weapons that could actually cause substantial damage was when the Iron Man Corps invaded Earth... No, it seems like there was that time when rats broke into my house and I subconsciously pulled out the Earth-destroying bomb...

Doraemon couldn't help but shudder when he thought of mice. If there was anything good about this world, the only thing Doraemon could think of was that no matter how dirty and messy the environment was, he had never seen any mice.

On the other side, Roy was also stunned. He just mentioned it casually and didn't really expect Doraemon to come up with any powerful weapons, but these...

It is worthy of being a legacy of the dark technological age!

"In that case, why don't we just lurk beside the patriarch and completely eliminate that evil alien." Roy suddenly slammed the table and stood up. The previous plan to awaken the same kind in each community one by one and then clean up the loyalists was just for insurance purposes. But if they had these weapons, they could directly face those former angels.

Do not……

Roy warned himself in his heart that it was not an angel.

Regardless of whether the other party is the source of the fall or a victim like oneself, a fallen angel is no longer an angel.

"Yeah, okay." Doraemon nodded and handed the time predictor to the other party. After using the method of elimination to determine those dangerous operations, the group put on stone hats and began to move towards the place where the patriarch and many angels lurking in the shadows were.

At this time, most of the gene stealers were engaged in a melee in various areas of the Lower Nest. In fact, from the moment the gate to the Middle Nest was closed, these Lower Nesters clearly realized that they were abandoned. Even the Top Nest masters might have thought that the plague would naturally disappear after all the patients died. The food in the Lower Nest was only enough to last for a month at most, and there was basically no medicine. Under such great desperation, the desire to survive extended to them, under the instigation of ulterior motives, they desperately wanted to open the passage to the Middle Nest.

But the Genestealer Cult stood before them, and while the nobles of the Top Nest were completely unaware, they defended their beliefs at all costs.

Taking advantage of the gap in the guards due to the sudden outbreak of all-out war, Roy and others quietly approached the passage where their patriarch used to be.

——Dividing——Line——

This planet is our own, located in the Ultima Thule, with Nurgle believers and Genestealers who were brought here as role models because of their excellent work performance on other planets. If the blue fat man had not appeared, the fate of the planet would have been to guard the national border with a cunning trick. The Tyranids were attracted here, and the Empire won the victory at a painful price, but the spread of Genestealers laid a greater hidden danger for the future.

By the way, there are rats in 40k. There is a regiment of the Imperial Army called the Ragnarm Drain Rats.

Volume 1: Chapter 8: Genestealer Rebellion

Step, step...

The dark pipe floor was covered with muddy water stains. Roy, wearing a stone hat and holding a hotline gun, walked cautiously in this intricate pipe, sinking into the darkness step by step, stepping into the shadows, until he reached the source of depravity and corruption.