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

Chapter 308 Holy Communion
Greylina walked in the temple of Magna Macragge. The breeze blew across her robes, and the ancient trees in the forest trembled slightly. The marble temple was looming in the air.

At the same time, a round statue painted blue was displayed in the forest.
The holy statue stood in the forest, 22 meters high, with a round head like a manifestation of sacred geometry on earth, and a pocket-shaped body carved into it, with round hands reaching out to the sky.
What a towering and majestic figure it was. Even the seven-layered mountain behind Magna Macragge, which held the Ultramarines fortress monastery, seemed small in comparison.

Grelina was so moved by this holy moment that tears filled her eyes and she knelt devoutly before the holy image.
"Holy Doraemon, I offer you my humble gratitude for saving me."

"I pray to you, praying that your deep blue light will give us hope."

She was originally a minor noble on Macragge, and she once lived a life of extravagance that she now feels guilty about.

But even the nobles were powerless in the face of the tide of darkness. With the invasion of the Black Legion, Macragge turned into purgatory. She was captured by the cultists and almost became a sacrifice to the dark gods.

Fortunately, the holy archangel led the holy Doraemon and the 184th Cadia Regiment to the bloody sacrificial field.

Their light vaporized the blasphemous cultists, slaughtered the enemies of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon, and saved Greylina's life.

Greylina was shocked by this moment. She burst into tears and praised the great emperor for saving her.
But the archangel lifted her up while she was crying, and told her in a gentle and peaceful voice,
In addition to the Emperor, she should also sincerely thank another sacred, gentle and kind existence, praise the original power walking in the world, the god of death and the eternal dragon, and praise the great Saint Doraemon.
Later, the soldiers of the 184th Regiment of Cardia, who had traveled with Saint Doraemon, shared their faith in Saint Doraemon with her.

"He awakened from the Hive, and therefore has the greatest pity for the poor."

“He says that everything has value and is therefore most opposed to extravagance.”

Greylina remembered these words, so she donated all her property after the Macragge War and built this temple with others, the Doraemon First Temple.

There are a total of twenty-two temples like this in the entire Macragge, all of which are donated by devout believers.

Of course, they encountered many troubles in the process of building the temple. The believers of the state religion always looked at them with suspicion, and some even reported them to the Inquisition.

Fortunately, the judge, Ms. Greyfax, was sensible and gentle, and did not embarrass them at all.

Then the Archangel also came in the midst of his busy schedule, examined their beliefs, and declared their piety to the state religion.

In this regard, Greylina can only praise the Archangel and Saint Doraemon every day and night with gratitude.
The only thing that made Greylina feel sorry was that she had never witnessed the figure of Saint Doraemon.

It is said that Saint Doraemon, like the Emperor of the Great Crusade, walks among the stars in a material, human form.

People often come from the system near Macragge, claiming to have seen Saint Doraemon walking among the people, and he will use his sacred pocket to devour all corrupted things.

When He descends, thousands of machine souls will praise Him in unison. Even those blasphemous machines used by the Black Legion will be inspired.

He will bring death to all the enemies of mankind, and in death he will not die,

His round hands hold the tools that can fulfill all wishes, from which all miracles are born.
But He didn't seem to be active on Macragge very often, and Greylina had never seen Him in person.

She only felt sorry for this. If her body had not become weak due to her extravagant life in the past, she could at least work hard to become a member of the Ultramar auxiliary army and go to the front line. Then she might have a chance to see Saint Doraemon with her own eyes.
Greylina sighed sadly, finished her prayer in a low voice, and was about to get up and go back to her room to rest.

But just then, Greylina saw it.

Under the 22-meter-high towering statue, stood a figure in a long robe.
The figure pushed up his robe, and he looked very fat, with a round head.

Greylina gently stood up, brushed the dust off her robe, and gently approached the fat figure.

"Sir." Grelina bowed devoutly, clenched her hands into a circle and raised them diagonally upwards.

This is a recently popular way of greeting among the Saint Doraemon sect, imitating the posture of Saint Doraemon extending his round hands.

Greylina noticed that the round, robed figure seemed to twitch.

"Sir, the 184th Regiment, which once walked with God, once taught us that Saint Doraemon is concerned with both the human spirit and the secular world."

"So our temple closed promptly at 22:00 Macragge time, and it is now past opening time."

Grelina advised gently:

"If you really don't want to leave and want to pray to Saint Doraemon all night, you can pray in the lobby after registering."

"It's cold outside, and it's easy to catch a cold."

".This is good." The fat figure was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

He turned his head and looked at Greylina.
Greylina gasped, feeling dizzy, her knees weakened, and she knelt on the ground.
The face under the hood. The face under the hood.
The fat figure raised his head and slowly took off his hood, revealing his sacred face.
The head is round like a display of perfect geometry, the red nose is as hot as a star, the huge mouth seems to swallow all blasphemous things, the eyes are blazing, and the pupils are bright. Everything combines to form a face like a civet cat from ancient Terra, which is no different from the 22-meter-high sculpture behind it.
"Oh, my Lord!" Greylina bowed her head in front of the grass, tears streaming down her face due to great emotion.

"You know that disease is bad, and that's good."

“I should warn you, and you should remember, that it is not only disease that is bad.”

“You should also know that love and art are good, but indulgence and luxury are bad.”

“You should also know that wisdom and knowledge are good, but deception and secrecy are bad.”

“You should also know that courage and decisiveness are good, but anger and killing are bad.”

“You should also know that health and life are good, but disease and corruption are bad.”

"So remember: You should not love anyone who is arrogant and lustful. You should not trust anyone who is full of lies. You should not approach anyone who is angry and bloodthirsty. You should not touch anyone who is corrupt and diseased."

"Praise Saint Doraemon!" Grelina shouted at the top of her lungs, "Praise your teachings."

Greylina's voice broke the silence near the temple, and many believers' eyes were drawn to this side.

They held their breath and saw the sacred figure standing under the statue.
For a moment, the sounds of kneeling and praying rang out in the temple.

"No need to praise me, I came here to teach you, to let you know the true Dharma of this world."

"My name is Doraemon. I was born in the 22nd century, a pure and noble century for mankind. Therefore, 22 is a sacred number."

"I am the master of all things. I use tools to create miracles. Therefore, I am the original power of one of the three divine natures of the God of All Things."

"I am the Devourer of All Things, whether demons or insect swarms, they are all swallowed by my pocket, so I am the Eternal Dragon."

"I am the ruler of death, acting on behalf of the Emperor's power as the God of Death. Because death is immortal, I am the chosen one of the God of Death."

“You may only praise my name in the three dimensions of machinery, devouring, and death. You may not praise His God in vain, nor may you praise His name in vain.”

"Whoever praises desire is not me, but the snake."

"Anyone who supports change is not me, but the bird."

"Anyone who supports killing is not me, but a dog."

"Anyone who praises the plague is not me, but the flies."

Greylina buried her head deep in the grass and listened to the sacred teachings.

"You must also remember that I only have three living saints under my lord. Apart from them, there is no one else who can act on my behalf."

"One is Sanguinius, my first Saint, who awoke with me in the Hive. He was the ninth son of the Emperor, and was resurrected by me in Baal, when I reversed time and space, to walk the world for me."

"The second is Guilliman. He is the Lord of Ultramar and the Ultramarines. He was originally corroded by the poison of the Lord of Thirst. Later, he was given the Armor of Destiny by the Great Magus Belisarius Cawl. He was brought back from death by me. He was the thirteenth son of the Emperor and became my second living saint."

"The third is Fat Tiger. He is my extension and incarnation, the lord of plunder, war, friendship and song. He is me and I am him. He is the manifestation of my wrath in the mortal world and the warp. You may praise his name as you would praise me."

"You can only worship the three living saints above with piety, and you cannot worship anyone else."

"Lift your head, true believer." The voice of the figure called to Greylina.
Greylina trembled and looked up in confusion. She was not sure whether the sacred figure was calling her.

"Sanguinius examined you and declared to me that within you was true piety, uncorrupted by evil, for I gave you Holy Communion."

Greylina only saw a tablecloth flash through the air and land on the grass in front of her.

Then, a sweet smell of food filled Greylina's nose.

Suddenly, a large amount of pastry made of two round cakes appeared on the tablecloth and piled up in front of Greylina.

"This is Dorayaki, my favorite food, my flesh. I give it to you so that you can share my blessing."

(End of this chapter)