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

Chapter 152 How to Make a Phone Call Correctly
A giant statue of the Archangel stands to the east of Angel's Landing Town, partially obscuring the blood-red mist.

But even without the blood mist, this small town still doesn't look like a holy city.
The buildings here are low, crooked, and shabby, even on the widest Boulevard Sanguinius.
If Sanguinius had not descended upon this city, it would have evaporated like a drop of water in the desert under the sun of Balor.

The streets were sparsely populated, some with locals and others with pilgrims from other worlds.
The Blood Scorpion Tavern next to the Peace Market is gathering local drunkards, tasting a small glass of Bal's local wine.
This wine is made from everything that can be collected from the scarlet hot soil. It has a very low water content, a high alcohol strength, and a lot of strange impurities. It is as sticky as a ball of plasma.

But for a water-scarce planet like Baal II, this is a rare enjoyment, and the high-strength alcohol can also make people temporarily forget the hardships of life.

"There have been a lot of refugees from the underworld lately. They were talking about bugs and stuff."

"The bugs are fine, but some have created a new saint who is not recognized by the state religion. What's his name? Doraemon?"

"Yes, yes, yes. There is even a group of people who worship Saint Doraemon in our town who are preaching. The angels don't care about it."

"There are more angels recently, and they are all very busy."

"Hiss!" The alcohol gradually took effect, and a drunkard with obvious scars on his face screamed while tearing his mouth.

But the roar of the airborne craft landing outside the window drowned out his screams.

He licked his lips and looked out of the window with curiosity.
Then he immediately retracted his gaze.
Because he saw a group of tall warriors wearing silver-red power armor and covered in dried blood walking towards the Angel Landing Town.

"Angels?" asked the bald man sitting opposite him curiously.

"Yes, angels again, so many angels." Scarred Drunkard nodded.

Angelfall Town is directly managed by the Blood Angels, and occasionally you can see the descendants of Archangels.
But there have been especially many recently. Scar Drinker feels that he has seen at least hundreds of them. In the past, he had only seen one or two at most.

"They come to honor their father, the holy archangel."

The tavern owner, a bearded man, nodded approvingly:
"It's a miracle and we are lucky to witness it."

"Speaking of angels——my grandfather once participated in the selection of angels."

The scarred man grinned and said as if to show off:
"Unfortunately, he and his companions encountered a young fire scorpion. They almost won the fight, but unfortunately two of his legs were burned off. Of course, the third one was fine, otherwise I would be dead."

"Oh? Really?" The bald man raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "I myself have participated in the selection of angels."

"My companions and I took great pains to defeat a young fire scorpion. It might be the one that sprayed your grandfather that year."

Fire scorpions grow slowly and have a long lifespan. Young ones are only about three meters long, but adults can reach eight meters in size.

"I remembered it wrongly! My grandfather almost defeated an adult fire scorpion back then." The scarred drunkard quickly changed his words.

"Then I remembered it wrongly. My companions and I defeated an adult fire scorpion back then." The bald man was not willing to be outdone.

"I can take down a full grown Salamander all by myself!"

The bald man almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

He pointed at the scarred drunkard and cursed, "Why don't you say you are an archangel? When I was ten years old, I defeated an adult fire lizard by myself!"

The scarred drunkard's face immediately turned red. He slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "I dare you to surpass the venom gland of the fire scorpion!"

In an instant, everyone in the tavern looked at the scarred drinker.

Just then, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a thick shadow blocked the sunlight at the door.

"Okay, show me your super."

A teasing voice came from outside the door.

A man wearing a yellow shirt, short hair, glasses, and a little sleepy in his eyes walked into the bar.
A laser rifle hung on his shoulder, and his other hand was holding something behind him that blocked out the sunlight in the tavern.
The sharp-eyed people immediately recognized it as the tail of a fire scorpion.
The man pulled hard, and the four or five-meter-long fire scorpion was dragged into the tavern and between the wine tables.

The entire tavern was stunned watching this scene. They noticed a hideous bloody hole on the fire scorpion's head.
The hole was charred all around, obviously caused by a single shot from the laser rifle that had accurately hit the fire scorpion's ganglion.

The tavern fell silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes were on the man who could actually hunt down a fire scorpion alone.

Only the most skilled hunters in Baal dare to take on the challenge of hunting fire scorpions alone, and they often suffer serious injuries.
Such a large fire scorpion was obviously an adult. The man not only hunted it down, but also dragged it back from the depths of the red fog.
The man just smiled, pulled the fire scorpion's tail, and looked at the confused scarred drinker.

He signaled with his eyes that Scar Drunkard should look at the venom glands on the fire scorpion's tail.

The scarred drunkard suddenly showed a timid expression on his face and waved his hand quickly.

There was a sudden booing in the pub, and Scar's face was filled with embarrassment.

How could he have thought of that?

How could a person suddenly appear dragging a fire scorpion?
Hell, he was sitting by the window, so he should have noticed? This was like some kind of witchcraft.

Zhou Yun smiled slightly and dragged the Fire Scorpion to the counter of the tavern.

He hunted this fire scorpion on the way here, and its head hit the muzzle of the laser rifle. "Can you deal with this thing?" Zhou Yun pointed at the big fire scorpion behind him and asked.

The bearded tavern owner nodded and said, "It's this big. It's been grown for a while, but it's not old. I stewed it very well."

"Just remove the venom glands, dig out the internal organs, sprinkle some powder made from the Baal Blood Grass, bury it with the shell in thick sand, and heat it with the burning fire poison in its venom glands. Believe me, you won't find a better cook than me on the entire Baal II."

Hearing the words of the tavern owner, Zhou Yun smiled:
"Give me a glass of wine, and then deal with this giant scorpion. I'll treat everyone in the tavern to a meal, and the rest will be yours."

"Generous!" said the tavern owner approvingly, and he motioned to several of his regular customers to help move the big scorpion to the back kitchen.

"You're not from Bar, are you?" asked the tavern owner after pouring Zhou Yun a glass of thick wine.

"Asford people." Zhou Yun took a sip of the strong and sticky wine. The alcohol stimulated his tongue. The alcohol concentration was almost as high as that of General Droste's pot of Aksema.

"Neos Nobita, a famous gunman, Governor Augustus's specially invited sleep therapist, a legendary cat's-neck master, and a child educator who has raised twenty-one successful children."

"Children's educator?" The title made the tavern owner raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Of course, four of the children I educated have obtained senior management positions in four famous galactic companies."

"But what I am most proud of is that I taught a child how to make a phone call correctly."

The tavern owner raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding why dialing the number correctly was something to be proud of.

He just nodded and said, "That's really impressive."

"Don't underestimate making phone calls. Who knows, one day, making the right call could determine the fate of the entire galaxy!"

Zhou Yun looked at the tavern owner seriously and said.

The tavern owner was completely confused, and he really couldn't understand what the phone call had to do with the fate of the galaxy.

After taking a sip of wine, Zhou Yun nodded to the tavern owner and said, "That child is born mentally retarded."

"So that's why. No wonder." The tavern owner suddenly realized.

The winged figure in the white light in the corner of Zhou Yun's eyes trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help laughing.

What a clear sound of birds singing, Zhou Yun thought as he drank his wine.

The bird calls of the winged figures in the white light suddenly became urgent.

Not long after, Zhou Yun smelled a fragrant smell coming from the back kitchen of the tavern, stimulating Zhou Yun's nose.
The taste is a bit spicy, a bit pungent, and has a strange salty fragrance.

After a while, the tavern owner directed his staff to bring out plates of fire scorpion meat in ceramic plates.

He carried a large plate solemnly to Zhou Yun, and personally poured a cup of thick wine on the fire scorpion meat for Zhou Yun.

The fire scorpion meat is as plump as a large piece of crab meat, tender, white, fresh and fragrant. It is sprinkled with a kind of wild grass native to Baal No. 2, which gives off a pungent aroma.

Combined with the cup of thick wine poured on the scorpion meat, the aroma instantly burst out and hit the nose.

No wonder, no wonder the tribesmen on the Baal II, after eating a bite of scorpion meat, degenerated to the point of worshipping Sanguinius as a god.

For a scarlet wasteland like Baal, a bite of scorpion meat is a real treat.

The winged figure in the white light seemed to say something, and Zhou Yun could probably guess that he was complaining that the tribesmen did not follow him just for a bite of scorpion meat.

"Cheers to the famous children's educator, Neos Nobita from Asford!" The tavern owner raised his glass and said to everyone in the tavern.

"Cheers to Neos Nobita!!" There was a commotion among the people in the tavern, all expressing their praise for Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun gently raised the wine glass in his hand and turned his head to return the gift.
Suddenly, Zhou Yun heard the sound of the Storm Crow gunboat landing again.
As soon as he entered the town of Angels' Landing, Zhou Yun saw a group of Astartes landing outside the town.

The ones coming this time should be another group of Blood Angels.

Chapter Master Dante issued a call to the entire galaxy, summoning all the descendants of Sanguinius to defend the homeland of the Gene-Father.

Many Successor Chapters of the Blood Angels, including some that were close to rebellion or had already been declared traitors, responded to the call.

Zhou Yun glanced out the window and watched a group of Astartes passing by.
The armour these Astartes wore was a dull red, covered in elaborate swirling decorations and embellished with gilded bloodstone, but this shade of red was very different from that of the Blood Angels.
They wore white helmets, the trim of their armor was also white, and the emblem on their shoulder armor was three drops of blood spilled into a skull-like cup.
The Crimson Blade Regiment. Zhou Yun thought calmly,
This chapter is relatively mild among the Blood Angels' successor chapters, and is not deeply influenced by the Bloodthirst and the Black Rage. The most interesting thing is that for a long time they believed that they were Roboute Guilliman's descendants, and were deeply influenced by the Ultramarines culture.

At this moment, the group of Blood Angels who had entered Angel's Landing Town in advance walked out from the other end of the street.
Zhou Yun's gaze fell on their silver-red paint and his eyes froze slightly.

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