Doraemon for an imperfect world

wizard:!

He turned his head suddenly, and the believers around him raised their guns at the same time, and bullets were fired immediately.

The weapons of these believers came from the extremely precious mortal-sized grenade launchers that they had obtained through various means. As the flame trails left by the grenade briefly cooled the dark corridor, a purple figure rushed over with incredible agility.

"Damn aliens!" The wizard couldn't help but curse. "What on earth are those idiots from the Ministry of Justice and the Inquisition doing? They actually tolerate your existence until now."

But Kya obviously didn't want to answer this question. She just dodged the bullets with incredible agility by a hair's breadth, and with a high jump and a dive, the two cultists were beheaded in an instant.

"For the Emperor!"

She shouted happily. After closing the distance, these cultists naturally stopped using grenade launchers. Instead, they all took out various weapons they had found to cover the wizard's retreat. The stolen bone knives, or the rusty swords blessed by their blasphemous master, were all pointed at Kya.

But that was no match for Kiya.

She walked calmly in the center of the battlefield, dodging and waving her weapons with ease as if she were dancing. Blood flew like scattered petals, blooming with a beauty that few could appreciate.

Kill, kill, kill!

You don’t have to think about anything, you don’t have to ponder anything, just immerse yourself in this endless massacre.

She dodged the enemy's attacks with ease, and then harvested heads one after another like flowing water. In just eight seconds, she had dyed the walls and the ground red with the blood of the heretics.

"Blood sacrifice to the Divine Emperor!"

Kiya roared excitedly. It was not difficult for her to kill these guards who could not be considered elite. In fact, as a third-generation killer, she was a natural assassin. That was why she was sent to carry out a decapitation operation against the wizard.

However, perhaps because of some psychic witchcraft, she was discovered the moment she sneaked in. So in order to complete her mission, Kiya finally had to step on the blood of the weak and kill every arrogant person who tried to stop her.

"Offer your skull to the golden throne!"

Kiya cheered and calculated her gains of the day in her heart.

Eight hundred and eighty-seven.

She had harvested a total of 887 lives during this infiltration mission, and now there is only one witness left.

The last person.

Gene happily licked the blood from his lips, gripped his weapon tightly, and continued to chase after his prey.

A wizard's head?

Let him be the one on the top of the Jingguan Temple as a sacrifice to the Emperor of Gods!

"Don't think you can escape, you cowardly heretic!" Kiya chased like a nimble cheetah. After a whole day of high-intensity exercise, she did not feel tired at all. Instead, she seemed to have endless power filling her body, and she cheered with every head that fell.

"Stop! Stop and face me!"

Seeing the two getting closer, Kiya couldn't help but reveal a bloodthirsty smile - it is said that the human smile itself originated from the protest posture of baring fangs in ancient times.

"Damn alien!"

The wizard gritted his teeth, knowing that he could not defeat this abominable monster physically. He turned around decisively, gritted his teeth, and the power of the warp flowed through his body, amplifying the bioelectricity and making it bloom from his fingertips.

Psionic Lightning is not a complicated psychic spell, but many people may not know that it is actually a biochemical psychic spell, rather than thunder summoned out of thin air by psychic power.

But Kiya dodged at an almost impossible angle, and her predatory brain, with its superior reflexes to those of an ordinary person, accurately determined every movement of the opponent and deduced the traces of the lightning's path.

"Your head belongs to me, wizard!"

After lowering her body to an angle almost parallel to the ground to avoid the lightning, Kiya slapped the ground hard and stood up again. With the cold light of the bone knife flashing, one of her arms fell to the ground with blood.

"!"

The wizard gritted his teeth and took a step back, frantically drawing psychic energy from the warp and gathering it at the wound:

Seal the wound and regenerate!

This was what he learned through psychic power from a heroic warrior in the Father's Garden. The amiable master claimed to be the descendant of Mortarion. He taught him how to use psychic power, but clearly refused when asked whether he could become a great warrior like him.

If the teacher had recognized me at that time, would I have been able to learn more powerful spells?

He didn't know for sure, but the fear of losing his arm was so real that it made his body collapse to the ground. His loving father wiped away his pain, but the fear was the only constant.

"Don't come over here, you damn alien, don't come near me!"

In a panic, the wizard poured out his psychic power recklessly. The huge impact strangled Kiya's throat in an instant, and rushed at her like a tide. But even so, she still crossed her two swords in front of her, and moved forward step by step unstoppably like the substantial incarnation of death.

The wizard could see that the other person's body was also injured and bleeding, with fine wounds all over the body under the impact of psychic energy, but she never stopped!

Do not! Do not!

He desperately absorbed the power of psychic energy, and used those psychic spells that he was not yet proficient in regardless of everything: life absorption, flesh shaping, and blood boiling!

bump!

Naturally, these overly profound and complex psychic powers went out of control in his panic. The huge force instantly destroyed his only remaining arm. The next moment, Kya passed through the smoke and dust as fast as the wind, and the raised bone knife fell with a blood-red light, and it was faintly like the sound of a brass bell.

"Eight hundred and eighty-eight."

Kiya said calmly while holding up her spoils.

Further away, thousands of her kindred were doing the same thing. The decapitation operation was her unique mission and honor, and the remaining heretics were also judged by their millions.

In this way, the plague and farce caused by heresy finally came to an end.

Volume 1: Chapter 16: Heading to the Top Nest

“Hmm…”

Kiya hummed a song as she walked joyfully on the street. Having lost the support of the grassroots people and with the full force of the entire Genestealer clan, the heretic's blasphemous ideas were almost naturally wiped out from the Lower Nest.

Although she felt a little regretful and unwilling that her hunting and sacrifice were forced to end, she was still happy from the bottom of her heart that she had defended the territory of the God-Emperor.

One day, the Emperor will accept them.

With this beautiful fantasy in mind, Kia walked through the dense crowd. Her tribesmen were distributing food at this time. Along the way, Kia saw more than once that some people received food and then immediately stood at the back of the line and continued to queue as if nothing had happened. This made her feel a little dissatisfied and murderous.

Forget it, it’s better not to kill people casually.

Kya curled her lips, forcibly resisting the urge to chop something, and ignored everything as she came to their council hall. At this moment, Roy was discussing the next plan with other members of the inner circle.

Kiya sat in the chair without saying a word. She was not good at this kind of thing, or in fact, as a killer who was born with genetic modification, she was not good at anything except her job of killing.

Therefore, if one day there is really no need for killing, then her existence will lose its meaning.

She feared that future from the bottom of her heart.

"There's no need to convert too many people. Just dilute the power of my rivals in becoming a bishop. If necessary, we still need to slowly reverse the image of the Divine Emperor."

Roy stood in front of a simple table and discussed with several others.

"Indeed, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it before, but now it seems that having four arms is really a bit outrageous."

"And then there are the industrial products of the Lower Nest. The finished products in those factories that were supposed to be presented to the Empire have been piling up for too long because the passages have been closed. The warehouses are almost full. We have to find a way to get them out quickly, otherwise it will affect the upcoming work."

"That's right. Several factories have stopped operating or have shortened their operations. Many of our tribesmen have been complaining about not being able to work and being left to do nothing every day."

"Let them be patient for a while. Normally, the passage shouldn't be closed for too long. However, explaining the source of food will be a problem."

"By the way, where's Doraemon?"

When Doraemon was mentioned, Kiya, who had been sitting quietly in her chair with a well-behaved and sensible look, brightened her eyes slightly and raised her hand eagerly to answer, "It should still be in that wallpaper. The last time I saw it, it seemed to be working hard to investigate something."

"That's good, Kya. Please protect our friend and prevent anyone from hurting it."

As if noticing Kya's boredom, Roy took time out from his busy plans to give instructions.

"Yes, sir!" Kiya said happily. She liked the feeling of being ordered around. No matter what kind of order it was, it made her feel that her existence was meaningful and needed by others.

And protection, to put it bluntly, means killing anyone who might threaten Doraemon, right?

It just happened to be something she was good at.

Kiya ran happily towards Doraemon's wallpaper room, but as soon as she reached the door, she heard a cry from behind the door:

"Oh, that's bad!"

"What happened?" Kiya quickly pulled out two bone knives from her waist, exerted her physical strength far beyond that of an ordinary person, and kicked the door open with a powerful kick.

Doraemon was sitting in front of a prop that looked a bit like an old-fashioned home TV from the 3K era—although she didn't actually know what a home TV was—and exclaimed.

"Who are you?" Doraemon turned around, the fear still on his face.

"My name is Kiya, you treated my injuries before." Kiya looked forward to imitating Doraemon's posture and knelt down beside him. She asked expectantly, "What's wrong? Who do you need to kill?"

"That's not the case!" Doraemon shook his head vigorously. Pulling Kiya over to him as if asking for help, he pointed at the display and said, "There was a girl who helped me distribute medicine. I hadn't seen her for a long time, so I was a little worried. So I used this home satellite system to try to find her. Look at the result."

Doraemon's round finger pointed at the screen, and saw a girl holding a corpse and being locked in a room. Almost at the first sight, Kiya realized that it was not the lower nest, because the room was too luxurious, with the red carpet, the golden patterns on the wall, the bed that looked very valuable at first glance, and the fluffy quilt on it.

How did this girl get to such a luxurious place?

Is there a secret passage that even they don’t know about?

"Although I don't know exactly what's going on, it seems that a war is breaking out in the upper levels of this hive. Yisrael was captured by one of the factions, and her mother died not long ago." Doraemon held his head with his round hands in a frantic manner. "Really? Why do we have to fight? Can't we just solve the problem?"

"Without external factors, it wouldn't be considered a war, but a rebellion," Kiya analyzed. "When the patriarch was still around, he'd occasionally tell us stories from other worlds, like the legends of the Iron Man and the Alien, and he'd also mentioned the process of a rebellion... but this is the first time I've heard of a rebellion starting in the Top Nest."

The people below are rebelling because they can't survive. What are you, the masters who are on top of the nest, trying to gain by rebelling?

Kya couldn't understand.

"No, we must rescue her immediately." Doraemon said, and stood up without thinking, put the home satellite combination back into his pocket, and took out another prop "Anywhere Door!"

It flung open the pink door, and Kya followed it like a silent ghost.

At this time, Israel was still curled up in the corner, holding his mother's body in a daze, sitting motionless like a lifeless doll.

Suddenly, a pink door panel appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Israel's eyes rolled slightly twice, and he saw two creatures that were definitely not human walking out from behind the pink door panel out of thin air.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Doraemon put the Anywhere Door back into his pocket and raised his two small round hands to show his harmlessness. "We are here to help you."

"Help..." Yisriel pursed his lips, then gritted his teeth and gave a difficult answer, "You also want to occupy this world, right?"

"Watch your words! This place belongs to the Emperor, past, present, and future!"

Israel:?

She looked up in confusion at the girl who had a pretty face and a slim figure, but had dark purple skin and a bone plate on her forehead that was clearly not human.

You're supposed to be an alien, right?

Aliens also believe in the Emperor?

"Anyway, what exactly happened?" Doraemon took out the time-sharing cloth and placed it on the corpse. "Why did a fight suddenly break out here?"

"It was the youngest son of the Harkonnen family who started the rebellion." Israel forced a bitter smile and said, "They said my grandfather was the planetary governor, so they kept it for me to use to unlock possible genetic verification."

She never dreamed that the father she had never met would be the son of the planetary governor.

But even so, her mother is dead, the most important person to her is gone.

"Mother……"

She hugged the corpse tightly in her arms, as if to vent her longing and grievances.

But at this moment, the body suddenly trembled twice.

"Gently, gently..."

"Eh?"

Israel lowered his head, only to see the corpse in his arms begin to twitch slightly. Then, a delicate arm, as delicate as jade, slowly rose up and with difficulty pulled off the time-wrapped scarf covering the face, revealing a charming face that even the planetary governor's own son could not resist. He struggled and said:

"I can't breathe..."

"Ahhh-"

Volume 1: Chapter 17: Non-biological Hypnotic Trumpet

Israel was startled and pushed his mother's body aside in fear. Then he crawled behind Doraemon using his hands and feet, and tremblingly held Doraemon's shoulders with both hands.

All I heard was the body that had just returned to life slamming hard to the ground, followed by a cry of pain:

"Ouch!"

"This, this, this..." Israel pointed at his mother incoherently.

"Don't worry, I just turned back some of her time." Doraemon smiled and put the time towel back into his pocket. Then he gently reached out and patted the latter's shoulder to comfort her. "Anyway, can you tell me what happened? Why did the war suddenly break out?"

"It's rebellion," Kya corrected in a low voice.