I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 149 Doraemon, Help Us

"Look at what I'm doing!"

"I picked all this up!"

Anlakel was stunned when he saw the blue figure covering his pocket and talking nonsense with a natural look on his face.
How can there be such shameless people in this world?
"I don't know who you are, but the Star God fragments are not something that a young race like you can grasp!"

Anlakel shouted anxiously, pointing the scythe in his hand at Zhou Yun.

What he hated most in his life were the young races that stole the precious possessions of the undead. Those immature and foolish boys were always looting the tombs of the undead, and Anrakel was only willing to respond to this with war.

Although I don't know how this unknown existence trapped the fragment of the Star God in that pocket,

Allakahel does not allow the undead's property to flow out!
Zhou Yun looked the Undead Overlord up and down.
Traveler Anrakel, one of the most famous dead overlords
Although it is not as good as the fragments of the Star God, but if it is stuffed into the four-dimensional pocket. Zhou Yun's eyes brightened a little, and the look he looked at Anrakel became a little eager.

I think you still have your charm.
Sanguino said nothing, gently flapped his wings, and circled around Zhou Yun.

Anlakel noticed Zhou Yun's frightening look.

His metal body trembled slightly, because Zhou Yun's eyes were full of hunger and greed.

That's the look in the eyes of a more advanced Tyranid creature when it looks at a human. Just one glance can tell that he is hungry.
But even the space pests of the Tyranids would not give such a look to the metal body of the Undead.

No normal life would show such a look!

Anrakel glanced at the Sanguinor surrounding Zhou Yun, then looked at his broken metal arm.
Finally, it fell on Zhou Yun's greedy eyes.
This situation seems to be somewhat disadvantageous to him.
Moreover, there are a large number of human fleets nearby, who might be in cahoots with him.

"Brother, let me pick it up too!" Zhou Yun grinned and stretched out his round hand to the traveler Anlakaier.

Anlakel shuddered, and quickly raised the scythe in his hand to break through the air.
However, Sanguinor was faster. His silver sword deflected Anrakel's fluorescent green scythe in the blink of an eye.
Anlakel turned around and retreated into the deep space without hesitation.

Fluorescent green lines like circuit boards appeared behind him.
These lines intersect and converge together, crackling and forming a super-dimensional door.
"Just wait, young race, I will return one day to reclaim the property of the dead!"

Anlakaier made these harsh words, then hurriedly entered the door and disappeared.

".Is it that serious? I'm just trying to scare you." Zhou Yun stretched out his hand and scratched his round head.

He just tried it casually, without seriously thinking about catching Anlakaier and selling him out.
After all, among the Undead Overlords, Anrakel's people are pretty good. They are one of the few Undead who can communicate normally and don't have any bad habits of stealing.

Zhou Yun vaguely sensed a look of disdain.

He glanced at Sanguinor, who was suspended in mid-air.

"Are you some wild demon?" Zhou Yun asked with a blink of his eyes.

He was curious about the existence of this suspected living saint of the Blood Angels.
He and the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eyes are not the same person, but they are inextricably linked.
Sanguino just fluttered his wings slightly and flew to Zhou Yun's side. He spoke to Zhou Yun in a low voice, almost imperceptibly:
"Inside the Scarlet Scar, the Blood God's gaze is everywhere"

"Pervert." Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The Scarlet Scar Universe contains about a thousand planets. The stars in this universe emit some kind of toxic scarlet radiation.
The Hades Galaxy and the Baal Galaxy are both in this cosmic region. It is said that this is the scar left by the Blood God Khorne when he slashed the material universe.

Sanguino only responded to Zhou Yun with silence.
The figure in the white light in the corner of Zhou Yun's eyes had become somewhat faint and invisible, and Zhou Yun could only vaguely hear his voice, but not clearly.

It seemed that he was temporarily unable to use his power to cross the barrier between the subspace and the material universe.
Zhou Yun watched as Sanguinor nodded slightly to him, then flapped his wings and flew towards the Blood Angel fleet not far away.

He also turned his head to look at the Blade of Vengeance in the center of the fleet. The flagship of the Blood Angels was standing quietly in the void. Zhou Yun could vaguely feel the gaze from the flagship.

That might be the sight of Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, or it might be from Chief Librarian Mephiston.
No matter which one it is, Zhou Yun is not yet ready to have a face-to-face conversation with them.
The Blood God always watched Scarlet Scar, and both the winged figure in the white light and Sanguinor had warned him.
The Blood Angels must have received more attention. Moreover, according to what Zhou Yun knew, there was also a Khorne Daemon who was always keeping an eye on the descendants of Sanguinius.

And if the Blood God knew Zhou Yun's purpose, there would definitely be more than one great demon who would try to invade the material universe, and might even attract Sanguinius' brother who was raised to a demon by the Blood God to come to reality.
He shook his head slightly and glanced at Asford below him. The planet had turned into a charred shadow in the shock wave.

Zhou Yun stared at the planet for a while, then pulled out the Anywhere Door from his four-dimensional pocket.
The map obtained from General Droste roughly records the location information of the planets near the Hades Galaxy.

A pink and red portal stood in the void. Zhou Yun placed his hand on the portal and whispered, "Baal Main Star." The portal was pushed open, scarlet sunlight lit up, and bloody heat waves hit Zhou Yun's face. He stepped into it.

Commander Dante stood on the bridge, confused by what had just happened.

But he must remain steadfast and guide the Blood Angels behind him who still trust their Chapter Master.

About half of the Astartes who followed Dante to the Hades Galaxy, including the Blood Angels and Flesh Tearers, died in this galaxy.
Even more mortals who stayed in this galaxy died.
Dante was pained by these deaths, even though he had no doubt that if he ordered his warriors to return to the battlefield, they would do so without hesitation.

But Dante's heart was full of hesitation and indecision.
Have we sacrificed enough? Have we inflicted enough trauma on the Tyranids? What is that strange blue figure?
Will Baal survive the war? Will the Blood Angels survive? Will those Chapters that have been separated for so long answer the call?
Have I betrayed the blood of Sanguinius?
Dante felt tired and miserable.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew across the deck of the Blade of Vengeance.

A little blue light mixed in with the white light flickered in the void, floating across the bridge of the Vengeance Blade.

For a moment, Dante almost thought that it was the Hive Mind or the strange blue figure that launched the attack.
His hand almost instinctively fell on the pistol at his waist.
Then, the bluish-white light gradually became thinner, revealing a winged figure and a golden mask.
The wings, pure white with a hint of strange blue, gently spread open.

Dante looked at the figure in front of him in amazement.
Sanguinor, this is the first time that Sanguinor did not leave after the battle.

Even Dante hardly ever came face to face with the legendary warrior like this.

All activity on the deck stopped, and even the proudest Blood Angels knelt on one knee to pay tribute to the legendary warrior.

Only Dante was still standing, looking at Sanguinor almost with pain and sorrow,

Why did this ancient warrior come?

Condemn him for his failure? Accuse him of leading the Blood Angels into a quagmire? Or is it that he really failed the blood of Sanguinius?

Or will the Primarch show him the way?
Dante could almost smell the faint scent of incense on Sanguinor.

The Sanguinor's wings, which were mixed with a little blue, gently spread out and swept across the lowered heads of every Blood Angel.

He walked slowly and calmly to Dante.

Dante and his face both wear golden masks with the face of Sanguinius carved on them.

The two stood face to face, and the air was filled with silence.
Dante gently reached out his hand and took off the mask, revealing the tired face underneath the mask.

This face belonged to Louis Dante of the Baal II satellite, a warrior who had served for a thousand years, a tired commander, and the child of the salt miner Areias.

Dante almost never takes off his mask. He doesn't want the pain and fatigue on his face to be exposed to the Blood Angels.

Dante also hated the fatigue and pain he showed on himself. Deep down he knew that he was tired of his long life.

But he knew his responsibility still existed, he had to face this legendary warrior with his true face and ask that question,
Dante looked at the golden mask of Sanguinor, at the face of the archangel.

“Is that enough?”

Dante asked in an almost hoarse voice, his voice almost whispering:

"Will this be enough to save Baal?"

Silence. Sanguino only faced Dante with long silence.

This almost made Dante feel that there would be no answer to this question.
Then, for the first time in the Chapter's history, in ten thousand years,
For the first time, the Blood Angels heard the voice of Sanguinor.

Dante almost held his breath, listening to the words of the divine being before him.
"There is still hope," Sanguinor said softly.

A little light ignited in Dante's eyes.
Hope, as long as there is still hope.

Sanguino turned his head and looked into the endless space behind him.
In a voice that Dante could barely hear, he said:
"He will bring us hope, Doraemon. Help us."

　Finished. Finished. This volume is almost finished.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)