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

Chapter 162 Angels Also Have Secrets
Angels have secrets too, Mephiston thought.

He walked in the secret dungeon, holding a blazing torch in his hand, and stepped deeper into the secret dungeon.

Drops of water fell from the vaulted ceiling, causing puffs of pale steam to rise from the flickering torches.

Mephiston watched this scene quietly. Baal was as dry as ashes. This liquid might have come from another time and space.

Even the Blood Angels themselves do not know who built the secret dungeon.

This ancient underground building is the oldest part of the Castel Sant'Angelo, and some even believe that these secret tunnels existed long before the Castel Sant'Angelo was built.
These tunnels have many strange properties. Once a curious think tank dug a hole in the desert where the tunnels were supposed to be, but ended up finding only a pile of sand and no tunnels at all.

Mephiston was certain that this dungeon was filled with powerful psychic energy, which resonated with the artifacts of the Warp and enhanced the power of the Librarians.

But the real purpose of this dungeon is to house the most dangerous relics of the Chapter.
Ancient technology remnants of the Old Night era, the remains of Necron Overlords trapped in stasis fields, the remains of profane xenos, many cursed weapons, the remaining banners of the Fallen, and many things worse than them are buried deep in this dungeon.

What Mephiston seeks is one of the most profane and dangerous of them all.

He passed through the capillary-like passage and came to a heavy door. Before he could move, the rough and heavy iron door opened by itself.

The humming sound of the machine was heard, and a square figure appeared behind the door.

It was a Librarian Dreadnought, a dead Ancient Warrior.

"Nice to meet you, Mephiston." A mechanical synthesized voice sounded, and Fearless seemed to be looking at Mephiston: "You haven't been here for a long time."

"Lord Marest." Mephiston nodded fearlessly to the think tank. This ancient warrior was once the chief think tank, and he was even older than Dante.

Now, he is the guardian of the Chapter's secrets and this deep dark dungeon holds the Chapter's greatest horrors.

"I had hoped I would never be in a situation where I would need to come here." Mephiston shook his head.

"Are you here to see the scroll? Hoping to gain new knowledge from our Lord's prophecy?" asked Fearless.

The Scrolls of Sanguinius, which record the prophecies that Sanguinius saw when he was alive.

But Mephiston knew that the prophecy did not contain what he wanted.

"No," Mephiston said, putting down the extinguished torch. "I want to go deeper."

There are lights here as the energy from the star Idalia is teleported here to restrain the horrors.

"You need knowledge, so you come to visit the Octagon?" Fearless's body buzzed.

Mephiston nodded slightly, and Fearless made way for him.

"Your position is the key. You have the right to enter any cell." The ancient think tank said fearlessly, "But be careful not to bring the darkness out."

Mephiston extended his hand to salute the Dauntless, then stepped into a cell deeper inside.
The creatures imprisoned in the cell are not human beings.
It was an alien creature with six limbs, loose skin, and strange ribs clearly visible.
The alien slowly raised its eight heads. They were eight small and strange faces, each with six eyes, and a long, tubular mouth with poisonous tentacles curled up inside.

The Eight-Faced Monster, this blasphemous alien has not eaten for three thousand years. It should have died long ago, but it's no use.

Three thousand years ago, the Librarians tried to kill it, but all failed.

The forces of Chaos have twisted it, Mephiston thought.

This alien is from a psychic race that came into contact with the power of the Empyrean and was forever twisted.

It once deceived the inhabitants of three imperial worlds, and the Blood Angels imprisoned it here after paying a heavy price.

Mephiston made a gesture, tearing a tiny hole in the psychic veil that sealed its mind.

Complex and blasphemous thoughts suddenly flooded into Mephiston, and it seemed to know Mephiston's identity in an instant.

Its multiple eyes flickered back at Mephiston, and the two men communicated on a psychic level.

"I taught your people the truth of reality, showed them the power of the Warp, and you simply killed and enslaved them."

The Octomorph lowered his head and spoke to Mephiston in a rather bewitching voice:
"You call me an eight-faced monster, but you are the real monster. I can see that you crave the blood of your own kind."

"I also know where this gift comes from, and how to remove or strengthen it, Black Angel. Do you want to know?"

Mephiston ignored the Octonauts' words and silently accumulated strength.

"A deep darkness is approaching Baal, the void of the Sea of ​​Souls, the Eternal Dragon, the endless hunger is coming."

The light in the Octonauts' eyes continued to flicker, tempting Mephiston: "Tyranids, you have chosen a more clumsy name to call him. I prefer to call him the Great Devourer."

Mephiston remained unmoved, and psychic flames gradually burned in his eyes.

"Kabanha the Lifeless is coming soon." The Eight-Faced Monster continued, "He wants to chop off your skulls and merge your souls into the realm of the Blood God, so that you can destroy the empire you pretend to love with your own hands."

"I can help you. Release me." The voice of the Eight-Faced Monster became more and more tempting: "I will use the power of the dark lords to assist you."

"Black Angel, you——————" Before the Eight-Faced Monster's voice fell, it felt a terrifying force surging into its brain, trying to tame its spirit.

Mephiston raised his arms high, psychic fire burning in his eyes.

He was in no mood to listen to the riddles and temptations of this blasphemous alien. He wanted to use his own consciousness to harness its power.

When it was powerful, it was a prophet with terrifying accuracy, with an extremely strong connection with the High Heaven, and a lot of forbidden knowledge in its mind. Mephiston had to tame it like a wild horse.
The Octomorph let out an ear-piercing scream, each of its eyes gleaming with the blasphemous light of the Chaos Realm and the possibilities that lay within.

Mephiston's eyes also reflected billions of complex and chaotic scenes.

He quickly found the Licats he needed. A Licat was standing in the desert, and the Genestealers were kneeling before him. He found one.

Mephiston thought calmly, and then began to search for more taboo knowledge from the mind of the eight-faced monster.
Some names began to appear in front of Mephiston. Those names were complicated and chaotic. Mephiston used a lot of strength to sort them into readable text. That was the knowledge about the eight realms of the subspace.
Mephiston didn't dare look at the occupied positions, but looked at the empty quadruple positions.

Greed dissolves the eternal dragon and swallows the outsider.Dora
Vicious skills. God of all things Vashjer. Void Laramon.
Doraemon? Mephiston was slightly stunned. Sure enough, it was the "saint" worshipped by the residents of the Hades Galaxy.
He was one of the candidates for that subspace position, but what Mephiston did not expect was that he was occupying two subspace realms.
Suddenly, Mephiston saw something he didn't want to see from countless knowledge.
Corrosion and destruction of the Dark Lord Emperor
The Octonauts deliberately sent this information to Mephiston.

"What?!" Mephiston exclaimed in disbelief.

The Eight-Faced Monster suddenly let out a teasing laugh, as if mocking Mephiston's ignorance. Then, taking advantage of the moment when Mephiston was stunned, he roared and pressed his psychic power back on Mephiston.

Mephiston couldn't hold on for a moment.

"Yes! He too! The cursed one!"

The Eight-Faced Monster screamed:

"He is one of them. He will destroy everything you have. He will make you suffer forever. This is the inevitable outcome. This is the truth!"

"He is the only candidate for that position. He is almost in that position. As long as He wants to, as long as He stands up, He can - huh?"

The Eight-Faced Monster was suddenly stunned.

After Erosion and Destruction, in the place of the Dark Lord, another name appeared.

Corrosion and destruction of the dark lord emperor Doraemon.
"Who is Doraemon?" the monster almost blurted out.

Mephiston can sense that the Octonauts is searching for information about "Doraemon" in the subspace.
On the Bal II, Zhou Yun stood outside the small church.

The small church was one of the few neat buildings in the town. Its exterior walls were made of large bricks and stones, and there were many intricate stone carvings on the front wall.
Some of the stone carvings were of the chubby image of Doraemon, while others were of Zhou Yun doing things in Asford with the face of Lion El'Jonson, Guilliman or Sanguinius.

Zhou Yun's face twitched slightly, especially when he saw the stone carving of Lion El Johnson's face.

It would be exciting if the Dark Angel saw these things.

"What's wrong? Brother Huang Daxiong?" Denton couldn't help asking as he saw Zhou Yun standing outside the church.

Zhou Yun shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
He and Denton then walked into the church and passed through a simple archway into the prayer hall. There were no windows in the prayer hall, so the light of the scarlet sun of Bal could not shine in. Only the swaying promethium lamps emitted blue and red light, illuminating the entire prayer hall.
Under the promethium lamps are rows of metal benches facing the arched altar in front, where a statue of Doraemon more than two people tall is worshipped.
The statue held up gears and machinery in one hand, and seemed to be dragging something into its pocket with the other hand.

The church was now crowded with people, but Zhou Yun and Denton still found an empty seat and sat down, waiting for the bishop to arrive.

"Who is Doraemon?"

While Zhou Yun was waiting, a strange and faint sound suddenly sounded in his ears, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

"Your father." Zhou Yun answered instinctively, then waved his hand in the direction where the voice came from.

Bang! ! !
Mephiston looked on in confusion as the eight heads of the Octomorph exploded at the same time, spilling blasphemous alien blood all over the ground.

But he only saw a hazy blue figure passing through the subspace.

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