Doraemon for an imperfect world

Suddenly, a shadow flashed by, and everyone froze involuntarily. The dark monster spread its four arms and hung upside down above the passage, crawling past as if on patrol.

"Don't worry, they won't notice us." Doraemon reminded, "But how did these monsters manage to gather so many of them silently?"

"Usually we find a way to bring victims from outside here," Roy explained. "Those people might be friends, lovers, employees of the sect members, or simply victims who were deceived or kidnapped. After receiving the Angel's Kiss, they and their offspring will become part of us."

"Angel's Kiss?"

"Maybe some kind of corruption."

Roy spoke vaguely. He actually didn't know much about his own ethnic group. It was very difficult to accept that he might not be a human, let alone those monsters who were even more blasphemous than himself?

But if you think about it carefully, there seems to be a certain pattern in the appearance of these angels.

And according to this rule, if I give birth to children in the future... well, I'd better not give birth.

The thought of giving birth to such an alien monster made him feel horrified, and he even had the urge to castrate himself at that moment.

As they continued to move forward, a huge monster crawling on the seat appeared in everyone's sight.

"Get ready! When I count to one, you all must attack together." Doraemon aimed the hotwire in his hand at the giant Genestealer leader. "Three, two, one!"

Dozens of attacks were fired at the same time, and the explosion caused by the huge impact instantly raised a huge amount of smoke and dust. The deafening sound repeatedly echoed in the passages that extended in all directions, and with layers of echoes and tinnitus, it resounded in the minds of every creature in it.

Doraemon couldn't help but cover his ears, and only raised his head tentatively after the thunder-like sound faded away. "Did it work?"

It will definitely succeed. After all, no carbon-based creature can remain unharmed from that level of concentrated fire.

Doraemon dreamed, and took out a telescope from his pocket and put it in front of his eyes.

Peeping telescope.

With this telescope, you can easily see through the raised dust and find the objects in it.

But just as Doraemon looked into the smoke, he met the gaze of a pair of eyes filled with inhuman emotions in the smoke.

The malice in those vicious and cruel eyes immediately made Doraemon's body stiffen.

How is it possible that it is still alive?

There were obvious wounds on the body of the giant creature, as if a heat ray had brushed past its body, but then some invisible barrier unfolded around it, isolating the smoke and attack outside. At this time, with frost gradually forming under its feet, the behemoth let out a long roar towards the sky, and the sudden burst of power blew away all the smoke and dust around it.

"What's going on? Is this a superpower?" Doraemon quickly hugged the stone hat on his head tightly, but even so, his round body was almost flipped over.

"It's psychic energy!" Roy covered the stone hat on his head with one hand and shouted, "Don't stop, keep attacking!"

As he shouted, the huge leader suddenly disappeared, and then a huge shadow fell from the sky, crushing the unlucky guy whose stone hat on his head was accidentally blown away into a pulp.

But everyone did not even have a moment to mourn for the unfortunate victim. All kinds of weapons were turned around and the triggers were pulled again. The powerful energy began to pour into the nest of the Genestealers. However, the behemoth who was the leader of the Genestealers showed flexibility that was inconsistent with his huge body. He easily dodged these attacks and allowed the Genestealers to pierce and dismantle his nest.

Then, accompanied by another roar from the behemoth, numerous small psychic phantoms shaped by its will appeared out of thin air. These small genetic pets waved their claws and flew towards the direction of the attack, starting an indiscriminate attack and accidentally scratched several of the rebels wearing stone hats.

This seemed to remind the gene stealer's patriarch, and it roared and began to crush towards the location where the attack came from like a hill. It didn't matter if it couldn't see the enemy. As long as it was fast enough, it would always be able to smell the sweet blood after a round of sprint.

"Stop, don't attack!" Roy shouted hurriedly, lowering his gun. The monster in front of him had just finished another round of charge. Mud and blood seeped out from under its feet. It was a victim who was unconsciously trampled. At this time, the patriarch realized the abnormality under his feet. It seemed a little confused, and then looked around, as if waiting for another round of attack from possible enemies.

At the same time, more pure-blooded and half-blooded gene stealers, along with hive lords and various mutated deformed creatures, began to block all exits under its silent will.

"What should we do?" Everyone nervously looked at the many strange shapes gathered around them. Someone asked softly, "Opening fire means they'll discover us, but if we concentrate our firepower, it might be effective."

"Or we can attack upwards. The hot gun is quite powerful and should be able to penetrate the floor of the hive, allowing the people above to discover the problem."

Hearing this, Roy smiled, and as usual, he gently uttered the Emperor's motto:

"If I have no doubts, then the Emperor will bless me."

After saying this, he took off his stone hat in full view of everyone, and stood in front of his clan leader wearing a pair of power gloves.

"Roy?" The bishop holding the scepter carved with the four-armed holy emperor statue uttered a cry of surprise among the surrounding gene stealers, but their patriarch did not hesitate and rushed up with his genetic familiars while roaring.

The power gloves began to work, knocking away the familiar that dared to approach, and then caught the giant claw from the patriarch. The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and the Genestealers behind him who had stopped because they couldn't see the enemy before began to swarm forward, but Roy was not afraid at all because he believed in the tacit understanding of his companions.

With their backs to the center of the battlefield, these people began to attack the monsters that tried to help their leader.

"You're confused, aren't you, you alien!" Roy grabbed one of the chief's arms and smashed it with his other hand, which was wearing a power glove. Spider-web-like cracks immediately spread across the carapace, and then he was stabbed from behind by the sharp claws of a genetic familiar. After all, the power glove was worn on the hand, and two hands were no match for so many genetic familiars.

But it doesn't matter. If you can't eradicate this monster in one go, then try to eliminate its followers as much as possible. The rest of the hope is that the insects in the nest will not be too disappointing.

He grabbed the genetic familiar that was wreaking havoc on his body, and then clenched his fists again. The effect of the power gloves was much better than he had imagined, even surpassing that of the patriarch, but those annoying genetic familiars climbed onto his body again and again, tearing his flesh and blood.

Perhaps it was the burst of adrenaline, or perhaps it was the realization before death, he did not feel too much pain, and he even vaguely felt that this was actually quite good.

Perhaps it is what the Emperor would like to see me, who is essentially still an alien, die like this?

He gasped for breath, and just as he was about to die, he saw Doraemon pull out a strange square machine from his pocket.

"Sonic pest exterminator—" Doraemon nervously adjusted the instrument. "And this, the singing voice of Fat Tiger!"

Volume 1: Chapter 9: Genestealers: The Inner Circle

The sonic pest removal machine, as the name suggests, is a prop that kills insects through noise.

The effect is to amplify the lethality of the noise and thus eliminate pests, so it needs to be used with a special tape. If there is no tape, it is necessary to input sufficiently lethal noise into the microphone as ammunition.

Unfortunately, Doraemon happened to have a singing tape of Fat Tiger in his pocket. A few months ago, Fat Tiger forced everyone to buy it with their pocket money after his regular concert. Unexpectedly, it could actually be used.

"But until then, you still have to wear this."

Doraemon took out a pair of earplugs from his pocket and put them on his round head. Then he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, pressed the button, and released the song that could destroy everything.

At that moment, the terrifying power began to spread.

It is difficult to describe what the scene was like, but if I had to describe it, the sound was like the accompaniment for Shiva's dance of destruction in Indian mythology, with an extremely destructive power to destroy everything.

After being released by this prop, the entire building began to tremble. All the Genestealers, including the Genestealer's patriarch, indiscriminately collapsed to the ground, holding their ears and wailing in pain.

But that wailing could not create even the slightest ripple amidst the song of extinction, and could only tremble helplessly along with the building. Seconds later, a Genestealer hybrid finally exploded under the intense noise bombardment, and after that, more Genestealers began to explode one by one, and even their clan leader was not spared.

And then, as if even the creature itself could not bear the overly destructive singing, the sonic pest control machine suddenly exploded on its own, and everything finally returned to silence.

"Huh, as expected of Fat Tiger?" Doraemon wiped the sweat from his head and put the earplugs back into his pocket with lingering fear. Then he took out the time-bound towel and resurrected his comrades who were accidentally injured one by one. "Although I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you all involved."

"...It's okay." Roy was lying in the field of corpses, and he hesitated to speak for a while as he watched Doraemon pick up a piece of brick and put it on his comrade. When he picked it up again, the man was alive again.

It's pretty outrageous.

He couldn't help but cover his face, and suddenly felt as if his existence was meaningless. Even if only Doraemon came with the props, the result would not seem to be much different.

"Anyway, the monster issue should be considered resolved now, right?" Doraemon stuffed the items back into his pockets one by one and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"I think so."

Roy touched his face and stood up with the help of Doraemon's round hand. "What about you?"

"As for me, I still have to find a way to solve the plague problem, otherwise the consequences will be quite serious." Doraemon replied. He still remembered the future he had seen through the props before.

"Okay, we'll help you solve the problem later." Roy nodded. "And those heretics who spread the plague, but it may take us some time to reorganize our sect."

"Then it's a deal. When you're ready, come find me in the alley next to Isa's house."

Doraemon said, waving his hand, then took out the Anywhere Door from his pocket and returned to the wallpaper room.

Roy smiled and waved his hand, watching Doraemon go away. He didn't ask why Doraemon knew Isa's home. He just sat on the ground with a little tiredness. The others came to him silently and sat in a circle.

"Roy," Putana asked, "What are you going to do next? Are you going to turn yourself in to the Ministry of Justice or..."

"Surrender? You can't even get to the Middle Nest now." Someone retorted, "I think it's better for us to stay alive and find a way to atone for our heresy to the Emperor."

"Atonement?"

"Yes, there are so many heretics in the Lower Nest now. Wouldn't it be a way to atone for our sins if we killed a few more?" the man said viciously. "Sacrifice the blood and heads of the heretics to the Golden Throne. Tens, a hundred, a thousand. Pile the enemy's heads into a mausoleum to prove our loyalty to the Emperor!"

"Think about your families. We can't be so selfish as to decide their future for them. Even if we are..." Roy sighed, "There are many ways to prove your piety. Don't think so extreme."

"What are your plans?"

Roy nodded, and casually dipped some blood on the ground beside him to draw three concentric circles.

"First, our true identities must never be revealed to anyone else, not even to the vast majority of our sect," Roy said, pointing to the concentric circles. "But these things can't be kept completely secret. Otherwise, it won't be long before those fallen angels are once again cursed and reborn as our offspring. So, we need to classify these secrets, with people of different levels knowing different degrees of secrets."

Putana scratched his head in confusion. "For example?"

"For example, those in the outermost ring are completely clueless and still devoutly believe in... the God-Emperor every day," Roy said. "We shouldn't let those deformed people of our tribe out to see the world. We should lock them up in factories and let them dedicate their labor to the Emperor. Only those who can be trusted can interact with them. This is the middle ring."

Then those who are trustworthy among them can know the reason for the appearance of these aliens and our true identities."

"And then?" someone asked. "The angels who led to the fall of mankind?"

"That's the secret we, the Inner Circle, need to keep." Roy said, "That kind of thing could appear among our descendants at any time and try to take over our minds again. Our mission is to kill it without anyone knowing!"

——Dividing——Line——

Just like that, with the agreement between several Genestealers, the fate of a world changed.

And this slight change will trigger greater changes. In the subspace, time has no meaning, and the past and the future exist at the same time. This also means that before something begins, its ending is already known to the dark gods. It's just that the Poland that was stirred up this time was a little too huge.

With a planet as the core, the entire human empire and even many civilizations in the entire galaxy will inevitably be drawn into the vortex of fate, heading towards a future that even the most powerful person who can change the world cannot know in a completely changed destiny.

In that bizarre sea of ​​souls, in that strange and bizarre supreme heaven, the will of the Lord of All Changes was ecstatic.

Thus, in the top nest of this hive city, a drama of conspiracy and betrayal began to be woven.

Volume 1: Chapter 10 The Heretic Who Takes the Blame

"What the hell happened?"

When the Genestealers from several nearby communities hurried back after noticing something strange in the nest, they were all shocked by what they saw.

"God Emperor above."

What appeared before their eyes was a dilapidated building, or to be more blunt - a ruin.

There were large cracks on the surface of these crudely made building materials. The original materials in these horrifying cracks had been turned into powder by the violent resonance. Walking forward, one could even see lifeless figures collapsed on the ground one after another. They all covered their ears tightly, blood was flowing from all seven orifices and even every pore, and their faces were full of pain and struggle.

"May His Majesty's four hands guide you back to the throne." The leader squatted on the ground, gritting his teeth and closing the victims' wide-open eyes, not even daring to imagine what kind of torture they had suffered before they died.

They continued to move forward, and corpses appeared before their eyes one after another, but no one was frightened, not a single one.

They had already entrusted everything to their faith, so how could they stop just because they saw a corpse?

The death of their companions only further fueled their hatred.

But as they continued to go deeper, more and more different corpses began to appear before their eyes.

"That is!"

"Is it an angel, the angel of the God-Emperor?"

Everyone looked at the black creature lying on the ground, still twitching slightly, and immediately knelt beside it devoutly. After a thorough examination, they finally and helplessly confirmed that it was completely dead. The slight twitching now was just the nerves that were not yet completely dead sending signals to the muscles in vain.

Even the angels died?

Everyone indulged in grief for a short moment, and then suddenly quickened their pace as if they had thought of something. If the angels were slaughtered in this way, wouldn't their patriarch also be in the same danger?

Thinking of this, they ran forward. As expected, more and more corpses began to appear before their eyes, revealing the cruel reality with a bloody scene.

Finally, when they reached the very center of the nest, the great sorrow plunged everyone into unspeakable rage.

Their patriarch, the spokesperson of the Divine Emperor's will, the source of their bloodline, the holy angel, his sacred form had already fallen, his life force had already died.

"Look for anyone alive, quickly!"

Everyone immediately became busy, anxiously searching among the corpses for possible survivors. Finally, after a while of searching, they found a few scattered survivors.

"We found survivors here."

"There are some here too."

"And here."

People quickly gathered these survivors together, and after a rough examination, the infectious disease specialist took out the medicine and injected it into their bodies.

The so-called infectious disease spreaders are sages in their tribe who have been blessed by the Emperor and have acquired great technology from their genes. They use carefully prepared potions to bless outsiders to convert them to the Four-Armed Emperor. These masters of life alchemy are usually extremely solitary and usually do not appear with others - obviously, this is not the normal situation.

Under the effect of a strong injection of adrenaline, the victims began to wake up one by one.

The first person to open his eyes was a boy named Putana. As the fourth generation of the tribe, he was no different from ordinary people.

"He's awake! He's awake." A purple half-blood acolyte with three arms squatted down, held Putana's hand, and asked, "What happened? Who attacked our angel?"

Putana's eyelashes trembled slightly, then he tried hard to open his eyes and squeezed out a faint message from his lips:

"heresy……"

"Heretics, are they the ones who wantonly spread the plague in the hive?" asked the acolyte.