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

Chapter 165 No heresy, all loyal subjects

The old one-eyed man rubbed his only remaining eye, put down the pen in his hand and stretched his muscles.
Since arriving in Baal, mental fatigue has been eating away at him. This is much more tiring than when he first laid his nest in Asford.

As a religious leader, there are too many and too complicated issues to face.

The old one-eyed man even felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have followed Reina to Cardia.
Serving the greatest fortress world of the human empire, being a soldier on the battlefield is purer than being the leader of a sect.
Perhaps a few hours on the battlefield would allow him to die for the Emperor and ascend to the Golden Throne.

The old one-eyed man stood up and walked wearily to the window, looking out at the Asford and Lesio refugee gathering places.

Outside the window, lights flickered on the scattered small buildings, like broken stars in the desert.

The town was originally built by the Lecio people, who called it Magda Town, named after the battle nun who once protected Lecio.

But the elder sister did not come to Baal. Instead, she hurriedly left with the remaining combat sisters and a small number of refugees, and no one knew where she went.

But the people of Lesio have not forgotten the dedication of the Grand Sister. In fact, there is a town of Seth not far away, which was built to express gratitude to the Flesh Tearers Chapter Master.

This town is really too vast. The people of Lesio live under the broad sky and lead a nomadic life. Their architectural style seems to be affected by this and becomes loose.

Asford people like Old One-Eye are actually not used to it.

Even now, he still finds the vast sky a little scary.

Rag might live more comfortably on Bal II, which is mainly a stronghold built by the people of Asford.

If he is still alive after the war, he might build a town for the Asford people in Barr.
Holy Doraemon Town? This sounds too much like the name of a holy city. It can't be built as narrow as a nest city.
The town of Flax? Commemorate the governor's family that Old One-Eye once served? Forget it. Augustus Flax's last reign was not worth commemorating.

The town of Droste? This is more appropriate, in memory of the Astra Militarum general who defended Asford.
Or Zhou Yunzhen? The old one-eyed man thought of his old friend.
"Zhou Yun, Ryan Russ, Neos, Saint Doraemon, old friend, if you really have divine power, please come and help us."

The old one-eyed man couldn't help muttering to himself and took out a pack of LHO cigarettes from his pocket.

There is not much industry in Bal, so the locals naturally do not smoke this slightly addictive industrial byproduct.
They smoked a kind of tobacco made from desert plants, which Old One-Eye was not used to.
Whenever he felt tired, he would take out an LHO cigarette he brought from Asford from his pocket and take a puff.

The one-eyed man took out a cigarette and dropped it into his mouth. There were only three cigarettes left in the box. The one-eyed man wanted to keep one for the battlefield.
I have to keep one for myself, so that if I meet that old guy Lager, I can give him one.

The old one-eyed man couldn't help but smile.

As for Zhou Yun, I don’t know if there is still hope of seeing him again. He doesn’t seem to smoke.

The one-eyed old man thought about it for a while, then took out another one from the box and walked to the desk.

There is a statue of Saint Doraemon on the desk.

The old one-eyed man actually didn't have a deep belief in Saint Doraemon. It wasn't because he didn't know the power of Saint Doraemon. In fact, the old one-eyed man who knew Zhou Yun was Saint Doraemon was one of the people who knew it best.

He just couldn't imagine that the old friend who used to drink with him had become a saint worshipped by others in the blink of an eye.
It's almost like becoming a god.

The one-eyed old man lit the cigarette in his mouth and the one in his hand.

Then he placed the one in his hand in front of the statue of Saint Doraemon.
"Lho cigarettes are good stuff, why don't you smoke them?"

"Now that you have become a saint, I will invite you to smoke one."

The old one-eyed man held a cigarette in his mouth and muttered to himself at the statue on the table:

"If you are really a saint, or even a god, then write me a letter back, old friend."

lho cigarette burning, with irritating and slightly hallucinogenic white smoke slowly rising from the upright cigarette.

The one-eyed old man took a deep sip of the liquid in his mouth, enjoying the slight confusion brought by the hallucinogenic ingredients.

His eyes were narrowed, as if he was half asleep and half awake. The smoke from the cigarette in front of him spread, dyeing the entire room pale and shrouding it in a haze.

Suddenly, the one-eyed old man felt a breeze blowing from the front of him, blowing on his face, and white smoke immediately rushed in the direction of the breeze.

The one-eyed old man was startled and opened his eyes quickly, only to see a wooden door with red and pink colors appear in front of him.

"Fuck." The one-eyed old man dropped the LHO cigarette in his mouth as he exclaimed.

The wooden door slowly opened, and Zhou Yun walked out of it, his eyes meeting those of the one-eyed old man.

"Is the smoke so strong?" The one-eyed old man couldn't help but ask, "Or did I really summon you?"

Zhou Yun's eyes fell on the statue of Saint Doraemon on the table.

In front of the statue, an upright cigarette was emitting pale smoke. Zhou Yun's face twitched suddenly.

In the cold little church of the Death Worshipping Cult, the red and pink wooden door opened, and Zhou Yun walked out with the old one-eyed man.

Almost the moment he walked out of the wooden door, the old one-eyed man smelled the faint smell of blood in the air.

He glanced around the darkness and could vaguely see a number of corpses hanging in the darkness.

There are human ones, and there are also chicken ones.
Di Xi, wearing a simple black leather jacket, was standing in front of a rough stone table, silently waiting for Zhou Yun. Obviously, Zhou Yun had already met Di Xi before he came to see the old one-eyed man.
This made the old one-eyed man's nerves tense.

Both Dixi and the sect he founded worshiped Saint Doraemon, but the focus of their worship was different.

Di Xi prefers to believe that Saint Doraemon is the God of Death's chosen one and will bring about an equal death.

The old one-eyed man would rather believe that Saint Doraemon can use the power of in-situ, is a dragon that devours insects, and will bring hope and salvation.

The two were almost at loggerheads, refut- ing each other as heretics. If it weren't for the common enemy, Terran and Jizei, the rapier in Di Xi's hand might have touched the old one-eyed man's neck long ago.

To be honest, it is not uncommon for religious sects to reject heresy, and this even happens within state religions.
But the Emperor will not walk among the followers of the State Religion, will not summon the leaders of the two sects to meet, and will not convey his will to them in person.

The old one-eyed man was worried about whether his action of splitting the sect was correct.

But Di Xi and his people's beliefs were too abstract. Old One-Eye and most of the Asford people could not tolerate them, and the herdsmen on Lesio were even more disunited.

"My Lord." Di Xi knelt on one knee in front of Zhou Yun. Without raising his head, his murderous aura was faintly directed towards the one-eyed old man.

"Upon arrival in Baal, he and Rag showed up eagerly, dividing our faith and committing heresy in your name."

The old one-eyed man almost felt that his throat was strangled. He wanted to explain, but Zhou Yun waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say more.

"There are no heretics, they are all loyal subjects." Zhou Yun looked at Di Xi, then at the old one-eyed man, and sighed.

He sat down at the stone table and motioned for the two to sit up as well.

Di Xi lowered his head and sat opposite Zhou Yun without any rebuttal.
The old one-eyed man also sat down.

Zhou Yun looked at the two people's silent and respectful expressions, and his eyes twitched slightly.
Laxative, I'm in Baal, it's my first time to be a saint, I need online tutorials, urgent.

Zhou Yun took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and said in a gentle yet dignified tone:
"The clouds are in the sky and the water is in the bottle. One of you is the cloud and the other is the water. You just do different things."

"There are no heretics, they are all loyal and capable officers, I can see that."

The old one-eyed man breathed a sigh of relief.

Di Xi bowed his head respectfully, and the murderous intent towards the one-eyed old man disappeared.

"You don't have any questions, right? Di Xi." Zhou Yun looked at Di Xi and said.

He really didn't want to see the people of Asford killing each other and becoming disunited.

The swarm is approaching, and everyone should be bundled together.

"How can there be any doubt in pure faith? Any doubt about our Lord would be the most blasphemous act."

Di Xi knelt down hurriedly, as if she thought Zhou Yun was questioning her piety.

The winged figure in the white light trembled and said something, but Zhou Yun still couldn't hear clearly.
But Zhou Yun could guess what the winged figure in the white light was complaining about. Perfect City.jpg.

Zhou Yun signaled Di Xi to stand up and not kneel.

"Do you two have a map of the location of Angel Castle?" Zhou Yun looked at the two and asked.

If he had a map, Zhou Yun could use the magic door to directly enter the Angel Castle and bypass the external defenses more easily.

Now, there are five-digit descendants of Sanguinius gathered near the Angel Castle. This is almost the largest gathering of the Blood Angels and their successors during the Horus Heresy, accounting for almost one-thirtieth of the total number of Astartes in the Empire.

The level of defense of Angel Castle, the imperial palace of the Second Empire, is now second only to that of the Terra Palace.

There are a few props that can indeed make Zhou Yun invisible on a physical or psychological level, but they either have flaws or are too expensive.

For example, the rental price of the stone hat that can completely make others ignore Zhou Yun's existence is almost one-tenth of Zhou Yun's current savings.

Once it is exchanged, there will not be enough money to pay for the item to resurrect Sanguinius.

The old one-eyed man shrugged his shoulders, sighed and said: "This task is too difficult for us."

"The precise map of Angel Castle is beyond the reach of mortal refugees like us. Have you ever tried to sneak in?"

The one-eyed old man looked at Di Xi. He had seen the infiltration skills of the Death Worshipers before.

".We tried it two months ago." Di Xi shook his head and said, "But we were discovered before we could act."

"The Chief Librarian, who looked like a corpse, discovered us through his foresight and stopped us."

　Still haven’t found all the winners, two more missing…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)