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

Chapter 378: Honoring the Emperor and begging for rape!

"The residents of Terra are suffering, and so are your families!"

"The people in the hive, their wives and sisters have to cut their own flesh to feed their children!"

“The workers can’t even eat the corpse starch they produce!”

"People have no food, they are starving and exhausted, and the God-Emperor does not want humanity to suffer like this!"

"It was those high lords, officials and priests of the state religion in the palace who concealed the suffering of mortals and the true state of the country from the God-Emperor!"

"Cut off the heads of these bastards! Honor the emperor and punish the traitors! Punish the nobles with divine punishment! Offer their heads to the golden throne! Sacrifice their blood to the emperor!"

"I want food! I want food!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Roaring, bloody roars continued to sound under the Eternal Wall. The civilians turned into red and white tides that continuously hit the walls of the palace.

A priest wearing a torn robe of the state religion stood among the mortals, waving a battle flag drawn with blood, roaring and shouting, preaching the doctrine of anger, revenge and killing to the civilians around him.

At his feet, thousands of mortals held hands and used their flesh and blood to build an altar for the fallen priest. Some of them had already died under the pressure, hunger and crowding, but their bodies were still carried forward by the people around them.
And around this altar of flesh and blood, countless people were roaring and following the fallen priest. The number of people was so large that the captain of the Imperial Guards' shield guard, Valerian, even suspected that the trillions of residents of Terra had gathered under the palace.

As those blasphemous, dangerous, and bloody words continued to spew out of the priest's mouth, terrifying changes occurred in the civilians.
Men grew wings, women grew fangs, and former humans turned into half-human, half-beast monsters. Blasphemy spread among mortals, and fear also spread.

"Don't be afraid! This is the blessing of blood! The gift of blood!"

"Accept the blessing of blood! So that we can kill! So that we can live!"

"God Emperor! Please look at us! The nobles have embezzled your gifts, and we will use the blessing of blood to save ourselves!"

The fallen priest who worshipped the Blood God was preaching with spit flying all over his body. The mortals with deformed bodies were bewitched by his voice. They gathered together with ferocious roars, stepped on their companions, and gathered into a high tide to rush towards the top of the Eternal Wall.

But they hit a wall of steel.

Bombs, lasers and burning psychic energy were unleashed on the tide of flesh and blood. The deformed monsters fell from the air like raindrops, but soon more mortals gathered into a more ferocious wave and crashed into it.

"The most heinous criminal is Prime Minister Tirian! He is corrupt and seeks personal gain in the position of Prime Minister. His bloated and fat body is proof of his greed! Cut off his head!"

"Then there are the high lords! Ignorant! Corrupt! Depraved! Immersed in the power struggle among themselves, feeding those tens of billions of officials, and parasitic on the common people!"

"Finally, there are the corrupted Custodians! They are the Emperor's guards, his creations, but they indulge in the pleasures of the Imperial Palace, running naked, working out, and taking baths in the throne room. They have abandoned billions of mortals and have become the watchdogs of the nobles!"

Listening to the fallen priest's slander against the Imperial Guards, Shield Captain Valerian's expression moved slightly.

Although Valyrian did not quite support the "Restriction Order" and believed that the Guards should not be confined to Terra, it was a bit too much for the Guards to run naked, exercise and take a bath in the throne room? Did they treat the throne room as a bathhouse for the Guards?
Valerian calmed down and raised the ancient watcher's spear called "Wisdom" in his hand.
His mission here is not to fight, but to monitor and assess risks.
Ever since Rogal Dorn, Robert Guilliman, the High Lord of Terra and the first commander of the Custodes, Constantine Valdor, signed the "Restriction Order", the Custodes have never really left the palace in the past ten thousand years, and no organized troops have ever been deployed in war.
Whether it was the War of the Beasts, the Vankrich Rebellion, the Age of Apostasy, or even the Fall of Cadia, the Custodians had never actually violated the Restriction Order.
Many people in the Custodes also support the idea that the Custodes are not part of the Imperium of Man, and that they exist only to protect the Emperor.
The Restraint Order was like a chain woven from orders, traditions, and the guilt of the Custodes themselves, binding Valyrian and his brothers deep within the palace.

Unless the Emperor's safety is threatened, the Guards will never be deployed in an organized manner - it is obvious that this group of rioting people is not yet a threat to the Emperor himself.

However, Valerian still pulled the trigger on "Intelligence", shooting a scorching beam of decomposition at the roaring fallen priest on the altar.
His duty was to monitor and assess risks, and shooting was also to test the strength of these fallen ones so as to facilitate risk assessment - Valerian explained in his heart.

The decomposition beam on "Intelligence" comes from an ancient technology that only the Emperor himself knows. This terrifying light can sever the internal bonds of matter and decompose any matter into a flare afterimage.
But to Valerian's surprise, the decomposition beam he shot out seemed to be affected by some unknown force in the warp, and it disappeared before it touched the fallen priest.
Was it the power of the Blood God? Some kind of blessing against ranged attacks?
Valerian also noticed that the firepower on the palace walls could not cause any substantial damage to the deformed thugs on the ground.

Only when they rushed towards the top of the city and got close enough, could the Astra Militarum's laser rifles, the Astartes' bolters and the psykers' psychic powers begin to take effect.

Valerian put down his spear. He could not help by himself.
Moreover, the Wall of Eternity doesn't really need his help now. Those deformed mortals are like a continuous tide, constantly hitting the reef called the Wall of Eternity, and then crashing to the ground and shattered.

How could a mortal destroy the creation of the Primarch Rogal Dorn?

Even the Guards, who were skeptical of the Primarchs and believed them to be imperfect creations, had to admit that their talents far surpassed theirs.

Valyrian had joined the Custodes for a short time and had not experienced the Great Crusade and the Heresy, but after a brief exchange with the two primarchs, Valyrian could still feel their power and glory.
And that one. The one who looks like a mortal but is worshipped as a god by many people, the Saint Doraemon, Mr. Zhou Yun,

Valerian was not impressed by him, but he clearly remembered that he always emphasized "I am not a god".
Just like the former emperor in the records of the Imperial Guards. This made Valerian quite fond of Zhou Yun, thinking that he was a man worthy of respect.

There are many beings in this galaxy who are revered as gods, but only the Emperor and Saint Doraemon have rejected divinity. However, the three of them went directly to the Lion's Gate to meet with the commander of the Imperial Guards, Trajan. I guess their purpose could only be to go to the throne room.

There is already a lot of suspicion within the Imperial Guards towards the Primarch and Saint Doraemon. Now that they know their target is the Emperor, I'm afraid this suspicion and distrust will erupt.

"Captain Valerian, are you distracted?"

Standing on the Eternal Wall, the leader of the Cardia 184th Regiment, Reina, who was constantly venting her psychic energy to those fanatics, said in surprise,

She seemed surprised that the Emperor's perfect creation could be distracted on the battlefield, and surprised at the dullness of Valyrian's will.

Valerian nodded slightly with some guilt. He also vaguely realized that the ten thousand years of "Restriction Order" had actually made the Guards dull.

"I'm worried that my brothers will embarrass Lord Zhou Yun with suspicious words." He explained to Lena.

"Hmm?" Lena listened to Valerian's words with a slightly strange expression.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think you should worry about your brother."

".I hope Zhou Yun's blasphemous words will not embarrass the imperial guards."

"I feel a strong sense of distrust in your eyes."

"Is that how you look at me and Sanguinius? With such suspicion?"

"It's fine that you doubt Guilliman! You even doubt a loyal follower of the Emperor like me? You even doubt the Archangel?"

"You dare to doubt me today, you dare to doubt Sanguinius, I dare not even think about what you will doubt tomorrow."

In front of the Lion's Gate Airport, Zhou Yun walked out of the random door and looked at the at least four-digit imperial guards in front of him, and said with resentment on his face.

These guards looked at Zhou Yun, Sanguinius and Guilliman with suspicion and vigilance.

It was as if this troop was stationed here just to guard against them.

But before the leading imperial guard could express his vigilance through words, Zhou Yun started to accuse him:

"Where were you when I was at the Bottom Nest refuting the hypocritical beliefs of the thief Four-Armed God Emperor?"

"Where were you when I was fighting the swarm in Hades?"

"Where were you when I was fighting the Great Devourer and the Blood God on Baal?"

"Where were you when I resurrected Roboute Guilliman in Ultramar?"

"Where were you while I was strolling through the Gardens of Nurgle slurping a whole pot of chowder?"

Imperial Marshal Trajan opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but Zhou Yun did not give them the chance.

"You are giving yourselves names thicker than the dictionary, you are running naked in the palace, and you are playing house games with blood."

"We, who have devoted our loyalty and wisdom to the Emperor, have great confidence in you. Three of us came here without any guards, exposing our fragile bodies to your power spears."

"And you, who have at most sprayed water on the emperor's corpse to keep it moisturized for ten thousand years, are actually fully armed and on guard against us. Where is the trust? Do you still have trust?"

The bodies of the imperial guards began to tremble. They clenched the power spears in their hands and wanted to refute Zhou Yun, but the series of words Zhou Yun just said had a shocking impact on their minds that had been tempered countless times, leaving them speechless for a while.

Only the commander of the Imperial Guards, Trajan, looked at Zhou Yun and the two Primarchs with a strange look, then spoke carefully:
"So, why are your skins red?"

Sanguinius and Guilliman, whose skin was as red as blood, looked away slightly.
"Then let me ask you, are you a male imperial guard or a female imperial guard?" Zhou Yun, who also had rosy skin, said calmly.

(End of this chapter)