Doraemon for an imperfect world

[Om Messiah said, we are bubble guns, so we must be bubble guns, if there is any problem, it must be the world's fault! ]

[That's what the Blue God of All Things said!]

The blue... God of All Things?

Sikos couldn't help but squint her only remaining eye. The remnant of this frail body could no longer provide her with vision, but the agility of the flesh and blood still clearly showed the anger of its owner.

How dare those abominable aliens command the Machine Souls in the name of Om Messiah?

This is truly... blasphemy!

No, I must find a way to find it and figure out how they deceived these machine spirits!

but……

Si Ke Si suddenly bent down weakly, and the cowardice caused by her weak body once again surged into her heart.

It's impossible to ask her to catch the alien alone, right?

or……

She was silent for a long time, and after going through complex calculations, she finally came up with the most effective and only solution:

He is not the only Mechanical Priest on this planet. As long as they can unite for a goal, even the Planetary Governor will have to give in when it is not necessary.

She nodded silently, picked up the bubble guns that were madly asking her to pull the trigger, and began to try to communicate with other priests surrounded by colorful bubbles.

——Dividing——Line——

On the other side, after rushing out of the portal, the first thing Doraemon saw was a ruin. Thanks to the strong basic structure of the hive itself, there was no problem, but the houses on it were in a mess. Not long after the few people walked out, a shell exploded not far away, lifting the debris of the building high into the air and splashing it everywhere with dangerous kinetic energy.

"You actually came to the battlefield?"

Doraemon covered his head and huddled together with the other three people under several pieces of rubble that supported each other. Not far above them was a huge arch bridge that spanned between the spires of the two hive cities. Dense crowds of people like ants could be vaguely seen gathering on both sides of the bridge. Corpses fell from the bridge like raindrops, and every time they hit the ground, a bright red flower of blood bloomed, showing the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battlefield to the fullest.

"My lord," Kiya said with a hint of apology, "This is supposed to be the base of the 49th Planetary Defense Force. I failed to realize the potential impact of a large-scale rebellion."

"It's okay, it's not your fault." Doraemon glanced around, making sure it was safe for the time being before looking at Israel and her mother again. "What's going on now?"

"Honestly, I'm confused too." Israel's mother looked at her daughter suspiciously, then sighed helplessly and forced a polite smile. "Anyway, thank you for your help, my lord. If the Greater Good wishes to liberate this planet, my daughter and I will definitely help with all our strength. Her genes can unlock the genetic verification of most important occasions in this world. As long as we protect her, conquering a world will be easy for you."

"Mother..." Yisriel retorted softly, "You cannot betray the Emperor."

Her mother continued to maintain an elegant smile, and reached her hand under her daughter's skirt without leaving any trace. She pinched a piece of flesh on her thigh and twisted it hard. The severe pain made the latter grimace in pain, and she dared not say another word.

"This child has always longed for the greater good." She pinched Yisrael's thigh to warn her not to talk too much, and explained calmly, "Right, Yisrael?"

Israel pursed his lips, wanting to refute stubbornly, but faced with his mother's kind gaze, he immediately compromised and nodded gently with a look of despair. "Ah, right, right."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Tau." Doraemon shook his head, and couldn't help but feel curious about what the so-called Greater Good and Tau were. Why did the mother and daughter think I was an alien when they saw his blue skin? "In your terms, I should be called Iron Man, of course, you can also call me Doraemon."

"Iron Man." Israel's mother swallowed slightly, then nodded calmly, "I understand, my lord. If you want to destroy the regime of this world, my daughter can also be used by you. She is the biological granddaughter of the planetary governor."

Doraemon: ...

Doraemon can understand a mother's desire to protect her child. She hopes that her daughter will continue to have value and meaning in the eyes of others, especially when the other party is obviously an inhuman being far beyond her understanding. But why is it that since she came to this world, everyone has been speculating about her with the greatest malice when they first met?

This world is so strange.

Volume 1: Chapter 20: Soul Cane

"I've already told you I'm not some evil robot." Doraemon rubbed his head helplessly. "Anyway, can you tell me some specific information about this world? I just suddenly appeared here not long ago, and I'm not very familiar with the surroundings."

"Yes, sir." The woman nodded meekly and explained to Doraemon, "It's like this. About sixty years ago, the previous planetary governor of this world was accused of heresy and declared rebellion. Captain Atreides of the Astra Militarum, who was in charge of suppressing the rebellion, was appointed the new planetary governor after the war. The Harkonnen family suffered the most bloodshed in the rebellion, but Lord Atreides took back most of their military power and redistributed it to his own subordinates. Perhaps this is the root cause of the rebellion."

Israel nodded silently. She remembered that the old man who often told her stories when she was a child was one of the few survivors of the Astra Militarum after the rebellion war.

"Heresy?" Doraemon folded his hands and said indignantly, "Is this the reason for the war?"

The people in this world are too unreasonable to ignite a war just because of a difference in beliefs, right?

"It's not 'just because of this', but the blasphemy of being a human and betraying the Lord of Humanity." Kiya gritted her teeth and whispered, "Damn it! You were born human and a noble of the Empire, yet you dared to do such a thing."

She dreamed of becoming a real human, but the so-called former planetary governor was not only born a human but also a planetary governor. He didn't even appreciate such a privileged background. This was really...

It made Kiya feel dissatisfied, as if she was almost starving to death and saw others wasting food.

Tsk, I want to chop someone.

"But what about you saying that she can open most of the genetic certifications in this world?" Doraemon said, turning his head to look at Israel, who was sitting next to her mother with tears in her eyes and covering her skirt like a little coward.

"It's a long story." Her mother sighed softly. "My father was the world's greatest musician back then, so he had the opportunity to attend banquets hosted by various nobles. He brought me along a few times, and it was during that time that I met this child's father, Lord Atreides' only son."

Doraemon's eyes lit up "So you guys are married?"

"No, later I became his lover."

Doraemon: ...

The other party's words were very calm, without the slightest hint of being embarrassed by her identity as a young woman.

However, considering some customs in Europe on Earth in the past, Doraemon can understand this - in the past Europe, marriage contracts were considered the highest form of contract between aristocrats, and lovers and mistresses were the real lovers. There was even an official title called "court mistresses" to correspond to the titles of various concubines in ancient China. It is said that aristocratic couples at that time would tacitly give each other time and free time to meet their lovers, and would not feel dissatisfied with being cuckolded at all.

So, it seems that this planet is in a similar situation... probably.

"My grandfather is a musician?" Yisriel asked in surprise. "Why haven't I heard you mention that before?"

"Him?" When this was mentioned, the latter couldn't help but reveal an expression of disgust from the bottom of his heart. "That man is a murderer. He was not worth your attention."

She shook her head as she spoke, seemingly not wanting to bring up the subject. She simply lowered her head meekly, revealing her smooth, unresisting neck. Her golden hair shone like gemstones, cascading down from her shoulders. "My name is Liz, sir. If you need anything, please let me know."

"No need to be so polite to me." Doraemon said a little embarrassedly, and then looked at the battlefield not far away as if he thought of something. At this time, the cruel war was still going on. The dignity and value of life were ruthlessly crushed. Blood and flesh were splashed and torn in the artillery fire. The sporadic deflected shells even brushed the tall arch bridge and fell not far away from the few people.

At this time in the long period of division, the defending side had clearly shown signs of decline, while the attacking side launched an even more fierce charge, as if everything would soon come to an end.

"But what do you remember about that bridge?"

"The bridge?" Liz thought for a moment. "That bridge was built by order of Lord Atreides after he became the planetary governor. He said it was to commemorate his brothers who died in battle. It's said that he even found a priest of the state religion to bless the bridge."

"I see. A bridge built to commemorate victory?" Doraemon suddenly had an idea. "I see. If we can get that bridge to help us, we can definitely prevent further war."

"Ask the bridge for help?" Kiya tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Is it through that loudspeaker again?"

"No." Doraemon said, and took out a stick with a paper rope at the end from his pocket. This kind of stick is usually called a penny stick, which is the kind used by shrine maidens. However, the one in Doraemon's hand has another name, "Soul Cane——"

Just a gentle tap with this stick can give souls to inanimate objects, allowing them to experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness like normal creatures. At the same time, in order to prevent the soul-endowed objects from losing control, there is a one-touch restoration button at the end. Just a light press can make the endowed soul disappear.

At the same time, the soul that is endowed will inherit the original memory and emotion of the object, so if this bridge was built to commemorate the victory, it will definitely help the loyal soldiers who are still resisting.

Although he didn't want to get involved in the war, Doraemon still had an innate aversion to the Harkonnen family who took the initiative to provoke the war.

"So, let this bridge take care of everything next." Doraemon said, taking out his stone hat and putting it on his head. Then, holding up his soul staff, he carefully came under the bridge. He tried to avoid the bloody corpses on the ground that had fallen from hundreds of meters. Then, he raised his soul staff and knocked it hard against the bridge. "Please, let this fratricidal war end here!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"No retreat allowed! Hold on till the very end! For the Divine Emperor!"

"In the name of House Harkonnen, charge—"

Both sides on the battlefield were shouting and roaring, pouring out their anger mixed with artillery fire towards the ground formation. The ground under their feet was stained red with blood, but they could only continue to fight without stopping, trampling on each other's corpses.

But at this moment, the bridge beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble, and the bridge surface began to fluctuate like liquid. A chill rose from under their feet, and white frost began to spread across the entire bridge at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh no, there's something wrong with this bridge, retreat immediately!"

Both sides of the war issued the same order at the same time, and the next moment a deep and powerful voice came from the bridge beneath their feet:

"Traitor! Damn it!"

Volume 1: Chapter 21: The Bridge of Loyalty

Amidst the treacherous waves of the subspace, bizarre scenes appeared one after another, sometimes souls rose, and sometimes lives disappeared.

Billions upon billions of creatures in the universe have left their reflections here, nourishing the evil gods hidden in the darkness with their own emotions. The suffering of all beings is the source of their food, and in this sea of ​​souls and the sky beyond the sky, another soul was born.

This is not something to be surprised about. There are living beings born every moment in the universe, but what has a soul is not a real flesh and blood body, and it cannot even be considered life.

Amid the roar of artillery fire and the smoke of gunpowder, it slowly woke up, like an ancient giant beast awakened from its slumber.

It remembered its own name - Atreides Bridge, a symbol of victory. It remembered the orderly march of the Astra Militarum and their undefeated will as they marched over it. It remembered the priests of the State Religion sprinkling holy water on it and declaring it blessed. It also remembered the planetary governor standing beside it, muttering to himself about the hardships of war, about how those hateful traitors had blown up the original bridge, forcing those brave warriors to pay with even more blood and even nearly breaking up the entire Astra Militarum regiment.

It remembers everything:

"Only the Emperor can protect us."

It witnesses everything:

"The first to commit evil is called rebellion, and the second to follow is called treason."

So, it knows what it should do:

"Follow the Emperor's wish and destroy the monsters!"

The newborn soul draws power from the subspace. As this power comes from the soul, the temperature around it begins to drop rapidly. With the strength of its soul, the amount of psychic energy it can actually absorb is not much, but even so, combined with its huge size, it is enough to suppress those damn rebels!

Of course it knew who the rebels were. After all, the two sides in the fierce battle were shouting "In the name of the Harkonnen family" on one side and "For the God-Emperor" on the other. The right and wrong were clear at a glance.

After all, they all claim to be fighting for the Divine Emperor, so they must be loyal subjects!

boom--

The bridge deck began to roll violently and crazily, accompanied by the low-pitched Emperor's motto from the Book of Holy Words, which began to demonstrate its great power. The private soldiers of the Harkonnen family who were still on the bridge were immediately unstable due to the violent rolling of the bridge. Then the steel cables on both sides fell off by themselves and swayed rapidly in the air, lashing them fiercely like whips.

Flesh and blood were split in two in an instant, and the entire bridge roared as if it were the embodiment of the Emperor's wrath.

"This is?"

The 49th Regiment of the Planetary Defense Force looked at each other, feeling uneasy about the sudden scene before them.

Is this an enemy conspiracy?

Or……

"This must be the power of the Emperor!"

"It can be said that only the power of the Emperor can give such devout faith to a newborn soul."

"Who?"

These people looked back vigilantly, only to see a figure climbing up a bridge hundreds of meters high with bare hands, and then flipping over and landing on the bridge deck deftly. During this process, they could even vaguely see that this loyal bridge was very proactive in forming fulcrums on its supposedly smooth surface to allow it to climb.

"Who are you? Sister, why are you here?" After a brief moment of alertness, the planetary defense forces finally saw the purple skin and the bone plates on Kya's forehead peeking through the gaps in her tightly wrapped clothes. These features blessed by the God-Emperor made them lower their guns. "Did the clan leader send you here?"

"The patriarch passed away not long ago, along with many of our angels, at the hands of heretics. The new bishop is Roy, and he sent me here." Kiya calmly took out her two swords. "The situation is urgent. Let's repel the enemy first."

"Wait, the angel is dead?" The soldiers of the 49th Planetary Defense Force suddenly widened their eyes.

Upon hearing this, even the Atreides Bridge beneath their feet felt a moment of calm, like a moment before a storm.

The Emperor's angels have actually intervened on this planet?

It remembered that the old captain had once muttered to himself about his experience fighting alongside the Astartes, and naturally knew what it meant when those Angels of Death arrived on a planet.

Damn heretic! Damn!!! Damn!!!

The Atreides Bridge, having guessed what the planet was going through, roared even more angrily.

"I told you I'll explain it to you after the war!"

Kiya yelled with some dissatisfaction. On this bloody and muddy battlefield, she couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable brutal killing intent, and she really didn't want to restrain herself too much.

Will the Emperor of God see her piety?

Many times she was too frightened to think too much about this problem, but more often she was jealous from the bottom of her heart of those real humans who were born to be loved by the Emperor.

But now she has a stronger belief and goal:

You have to prove your own worth and prove that you are worthy of His approval.

Let's start by eliminating those enemies of the Emperor who were lucky enough to be born as humans but don't know how to cherish them!

"Charge with me now," Kiya roared excitedly. "Sacrifice your blood to the Emperor and your skull to the Golden Throne!"

The crowd dispersed on their own. Apparently, they were a little hesitant when a fellow tribesman suddenly appeared and threatened to lead them in the charge. However, their trust in their fellow tribesmen soon overwhelmed their hesitation. After all, they were going to charge to their deaths anyway, so it didn't matter if she walked in front.

The followers of the Four-Armed Emperor have always been humble and do not mind giving this honor to the messenger sisters who came specially from the Lower Nest.

The Atreides Bridge looked at these brave and fearless warriors with satisfaction. It used its limited psychic power to provide them with assistance, making the undulating bridge surface stable under their feet so that it could fight alongside them.

"For the Emperor!" ×N

"Ah—really? Why did it become like this?"

Doraemon held his head and roared a little madly.