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

Chapter 315: Evelyne: Praise for the Eldar Death God Doraemon

The sound of hymns resounded throughout Magna Macragge. The marble building was filled with simple and pleasant melodies and the aroma of dorayaki.
Grelina strolled along the streets of the city, watching everything around her unfold slowly, watching believers in every corner of the city holding Dorayaki and juice made from decomposed fallen leaves.

Every few steps, you can see a choir of 22 children singing hymns praising Saint Doraemon, and see devout believers kneeling on the ground to pay tribute to that great being.
The same scene was happening simultaneously in the twenty-two cities across Macragge.
This was the first ceremony in the galaxy to praise Saint Doraemon. As the head of Magna Macragge, Greylina couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her heart.

But she soon felt guilty, clenched her hands into a circle and placed them on her chest, and quietly confessed to Saint Doraemon.
All glory should go to Saint Doraemon,
The success of this ceremony also came entirely from the power of Saint Doraemon.

The tablecloth that made food appear out of thin air, the bacteria that made leaves decompose into juice, these miracles facilitated the ceremony.
She only made a tiny contribution to the cause, so how could she feel proud?

Besides, now was not the time to celebrate the success of the ceremony. She still had duties to fulfill.
The leaders of the twenty-two Doraemon Temples have all arrived in this city, waiting for the first meeting between the Doraemon Saints.
Grelina was a little uneasy about this.

I wonder if the leaders of the twenty-two temples will have different understandings of the doctrine? Will there be conflicts between them?

As a former noble, Greylina knew that people could not fully understand each other, so where there were people, there would inevitably be conflicts.
She originally wanted to invite Prophet Reina, Prophet Belisarius Cawl, or Prophet Greyfax to let their wisdom guide them.
But unfortunately, the three seemed to have missions. Prophet Reina and Prophet Belisarius Cawl were nowhere to be seen. Lady Greyfax apologized and said that she was carrying out a mission assigned by Primarch Robert Guilliman to sort out history.

Suddenly, Greylina seemed to hear the sound of an explosion.
She turned her head hastily, only to see a burst of brilliant sparks rising from the mountains in the distance.

The blazing light flew up into the sky and exploded in the darkness, brilliant like fireworks on a summer night.
The believers around also stopped and pointed at the light in the sky in the distance.

Greylina was also slightly surprised. That direction was the Hera Fortress.
Could it be that the Ultramarines in Hera's Fortress were setting off fireworks? Were they celebrating the first ceremony of Saint Doraemon with them?

The psychic spear, like a blazing sun, pierced through the thick marble walls of the Eldar Embassy in the blink of an eye, and everything was cut open like melted butter.

Evelyne cried out in surprise, and the God of Death's gift was released from the Sword of Sorrow in her hand. Kevel State, turning into a storm mixed with whispers.
The bone sword collided with the flaming sun spear formed by spiritual energy, and Evelyne let out a low roar.
"You go first!!!" She said to Qianmian who was trying to help her.
At least one person must rush to Inard's side.

Qianmian couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and during this moment, the situation around him changed.
The material structure of the air around the two Eldar was reshaped and distorted, crystallizing into sharp blades that stabbed at the two.

Qianmian hurriedly swung his own Silent Screaming Sword. Asuval blocked those crystal blades,

But each blade contained a huge amount of psychic power, and the resulting explosion directly enveloped Qianmian and Evelyne.
The heavy spirit bone armor on Qianmian's body played a role, and combined with the storm caused by the power of death, it protected the two of them.

"Damn monkey!" Qianmian cursed while resisting the explosion of psychic energy.

Evelyne was about to speak when she noticed that the entire Eldar Embassy was shaking even more violently.

No, not only the Eldar Embassy, ​​but also the surrounding reality is shaking.
It was as if someone was trying to use psychic power to pull the entire Eldar Embassy out of the earth and out of reality.
Evelyne was shocked by this barbaric and crude way of using psychic energy.
The burning psychic flames burst out from Reina's five orifices.

She was suspended in mid-air, with her arms outstretched, screaming silently.

Every cell, every nerve, every molecule is immersed in the subspace, venting its power to reality.

Reina suddenly raised her hand, and with a sound like a landslide, the entire Eldar embassy was pulled out of the Hera Fortress and forcibly dragged into the air.
“It’s really hard for us!” Reina complained while roaring, “And they have to blow them all up to the sky!”

Mephiston on the side wanted to say that Zhou Yun's words were a metaphor, but when he saw Reina wildly venting her psychic energy, his mouth twitched and he didn't say much.

Reina twisted her arms, and the Eldar Embassy that was pulled into the air began to crack and twist like a pretzel twisted by a chef. The solid marble was like a sponge in Reina's hands.

Mephiston did not just watch, he swung the silver-steel sword in his hand, gently cutting through the curtain of reality.
Millions of sword marks suddenly appeared on the Eldar Embassy in mid-air, and everything in it was cut into small pieces of about two centimeters and suspended in mid-air.

The humming sound of the bone sword suddenly sounded, and a scarlet figure jumped out of the Eldar Embassy like a meteor.

The silent scream of souls resounded throughout the Hera Fortress. Thousand Faces, holding the Crone Sword, approached the three psychics.
At this moment, the scarlet armor on his body was covered with sword marks, and blood could not stop oozing out from under the power armor.
"No one can stop the death brought by Inad——"

He let out a low roar filled with anger and landed in front of the three psychics, stirring up a storm of whispers around him.
Then, he saw clearly the faces of the three people standing in front of him.
"what???"

"Digris?"

"Mephiston?" Qianmian suddenly panicked when he found out who attacked him, and turned and ran away.
As an Eldar, Qianmian knew exactly what kind of monsters these two Astartes Librarians were, who even formed their own projections in the warp.

Diglis silently raised the scepter that belonged to Malcador.
Qianmian felt that the space around him suddenly became heavy, as if an entire planet was pressing down on him.
The ground shattered, and a hemispherical pit more than one meter wide formed with him as the center. Qianmian was pressed heavily to the bottom of the pit by an invisible pressure.

"Catch one," Diglis said in a tired voice.

"There is another one, that Evelyne, who ran away." The portable pyramid on Lena's head stopped emitting green light, and she fell from the air and said.

"Can't run away."

Diglis shook his head slowly and said:
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, let me rest for a while."

Diglis's face was full of fatigue and wrinkles from work.
He breathed in the fresh night air of Macragge, tears in his eyes, like a prisoner who had just been released from prison.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to complain about the hard work, but when he thought about the content of the work, he couldn't say it.
His current job is to compile false historical archives to fill in the history of the Second Empire.

The most uncomfortable thing is that the 500 worlds of Ultramar have always valued history, especially during the years when the Primarch ruled.

During the Second Empire, the government records of five hundred worlds, every year, every month, and every day, were piled up in the Ptolemaic Library.
Diglis's task was to destroy all of them and then compile fake government records one by one. This workload was too huge.
He even thought about using his psychic powers to secretly burn down the Ptolemy Library and put an end to it once and for all.

Diglis's expression was almost painful.

Mephiston walked forward and gently patted his colleague on the shoulder.

"You still act too normal and are too trusted by your own chapter."

Mephiston said in an admonishing tone:

"You should act a little cold and weird, be a little withdrawn, and use your psychic power to give yourself a little terrifying effect when you meet other people in the chapter, as if you were greatly affected by the warp. This way, the chapter will not assign you too much work."

"." Diglis looked at Mephiston with an extremely terrifying look.

He had always wondered why his colleague from the Blood Angels was so free. He was the chief think-tank, so why did Mephiston act as if he had no burden of clerical work at all?
Within the Ultramarines, Digris was responsible for more paperwork than even Chapter Master Calgar.
"You usually pretend?" Diglis said as if he suddenly realized something.

Every time he saw Mephiston, Diglis could always feel that there seemed to be some kind of dark shadow crawling under Mephiston's skin. He knew that this was a psychic phenomenon, but he was very curious why Mephiston, a psychic who could rival him, could not suppress and cover up this phenomenon.

Mephiston's pale skin and cold breath were all caused by his psychic powers, but as a psychic who could control every cell in his body, this situation could be completely concealed.
Now Diglis understood that this was all Mephiston's plan.
Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante is so lucky to have you as his chief think tank!

Digris sighed in his heart and couldn't help but look at Reina with wide eyes.
"Ms. Reina as well." Diglis thought of Reina's usual behavior.

".I am real." Lena said with a twitching face.

Evelyne gasped, hiding in the darkness of Hera's fortress.
The three psychics who attacked them were Digris and Mephiston.
Fortunately, she was cautious enough and let Qianmian create an opportunity for her to escape.
We must rush to Inkani as soon as possible.

Evelyne gritted her teeth and quickly mobilized the gift from the god of death.

She is going to the Eldar's God of Death——————

The scene in front of her eyes moved rapidly, things changed and twisted, and Evelyne dived under the veil of reality and traveled through the subspace.
She slowly opened her eyes, only to see a human girl and two Astartes Librarians, one red and one blue, standing in front of her.
A heavy pressure descended from the sky and pressed heavily on Eveleni. She fell to the ground with a bang and saw Qianmian foaming at the mouth next to her.

"See, I said you can't run away?" Digris said in a tired voice.

Evelyne was under great pressure and clenched her fists. Now that she was cornered, it seemed that the only thing she could do was to pray.

Pray to the Eldar God of Death Pray to the Eldar God of Death Doraemon.
God of Death Doraemon, may your death protect us.
(End of this chapter)