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

Chapter 384 Your Majesty, you have won, but at what cost?
"Talker!!!"

The Emperor's voice, mixed with billions of other voices, surged toward Zhou Yun, like an imperceptible whisper in the eternal night wind.

A feeling of trying one's best came from that voice, like a schizophrenic patient trying his best to control this body.

"Talker! Eat! Eat! Eat!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out—No! Save!"

"Blue civet cat!"

"Brother Zhou Yun!"

"Holy Doraemon!"

Thousands of faces flashed before Zhou Yun's eyes, but he finally understood the meaning of those words.

Dialogue, props, speakers.
Zhou Yun’s fingers reached into the four-dimensional pocket——————

A sharp cry rang out from the mouth of the mummy, and a strong mental shock continued to wash over the entire throne room.
The sound of a dying person screaming rushed towards Zhou Yun, and along with it came a primitive, ruthless, and bone-chilling force.

This force continued to wash over Zhou Yun's flesh, bones and blood, and even tried to penetrate deep into his soul, as if it wanted to stop Zhou Yun's actions.
It was clearly He who wanted Zhou Yun to do this, but now He was trying to stop Zhou Yun, as if there were many different wills, tendencies, and desires in His body competing for dominance.
But this contradictory behavior did not affect Zhou Yun's behavior.
The immortality granted by Siegfried's medicine was still taking effect. Zhou Yun gently took out a piece of gray-black soft glutinous cake from his four-dimensional pocket.
[Item name: Translation konjac]
[Origin: Earth in the 22nd Century - Future Department Store]
[Production time: 261.M3]
[Function: A piece of konjac cake with a unique taste. After taking it, you can have a smooth conversation with people who speak different languages ​​(including but not limited to foreign languages, alien languages, parallel world languages, or any other language). In addition, the effect of this item can also be directly applied to text, allowing people to read any text, even text that is difficult to recognize and understand.]
Translation Konjac is a tool that can translate all forms of language, allowing people to communicate without obstacles.

Zhou Yun thought in his heart that he was going to have a conversation with the Emperor of Humanity, and then he swallowed the translation konjac in one gulp.

The konjac slid into Zhou Yun's throat, and his throat moved slightly. Then the emperor's face was reflected in his eyes.
Ten thousand faces, ten thousand sights, ten thousand impressions,

Too much, too bright, too complicated, too fake, too real,
He saw an Astra Militarum soldier wearing a Krieg gas mask, his body blown to pieces by the explosion of artillery fire in the gray trench.
He is the Emperor.

He saw a poor peasant who could not stand the exploitation of the knight and started a rebellion, but was blown to pieces by the castle that the knight stood up.
He is the Emperor.

He saw a devout believer of the state religion who had spent dozens of generations and a thousand years on a pilgrimage, but was killed by the blades of pirates on the eve of arriving in the Solar Star Region.

He is the Emperor.

He also saw Rag, who was struggling to survive in the hive of Asford. He died in Baal's medical room and got the death he longed for.

He is also the Emperor.

We are all Emperors, Man is Emperor, and Emperor is Man,

An entire species stood in front of Zhou Yun, from the first Homo sapiens whose brain burst with wisdom to the last human who died at the end of the universe.

Here stood a species, their wills united, they were all the Emperor, and the Emperor was them, souls connected to one another, born as one, cast in a throne of gold.

"Don't save us." An emperor/human accused Zhou Yun.

"Let us die." Another emperor/human prayed to Zhou Yun.

"Stop giving your Majesty false hope." The third emperor/human said to Zhou Yun sadly.

"We've had enough! Let's die together!" "Let's fucking Chaos explode!" "Let's stand up! Let's stand up!"

Noisy voices continued to surge towards Zhou Yun. These emperors/humans all accused Zhou Yun and vented their anger.
They are filled with a strong desire for self-destruction, both the living and the dead want a self-destructive fate,

They want to stand up from the Golden Throne, become the Lord of Darkness, bring doomed death to the entire galaxy, and let the aliens, chaos and everything in this galaxy enter extinction.

There is too much pain, sorrow and cruelty in this world. It is better for this world to be destroyed.

They are persecuted by the world in the most vicious way, and they curse the world in the most vicious language.

Such voices make up the majority of the Emperor/Humanity.

"No, there is still hope."

"Save us, please!"

"Brother Zhou Yun, look this way."

"My Lord, is my child Reina okay? May she and all humans be happy."

"Is Cardia still here? Even if she isn't, we will still stand firm."

"Expedition never stops, expansion and discovery go hand in hand." "Hope remains."

There are also some voices that have hope and expectations. These voices account for a small proportion, but they still point the way for Zhou Yun.
His gaze followed those still hopeful voices, looking at one of the Emperor/Humans,
The first one, the most important one,
Zhou Yun saw a scene.
Ochre-red mud bricks were piled up to form a small house under the date palm trees swaying in the wind. Rough pottery jars were leaning against the corners of the walls, facing a winding river that shone with a bronze luster.
In the reed marsh by the river, Zhou Yun vaguely saw a brown-skinned boy.

The boy was standing at a wooden workbench by the river, his bare feet on the muddy brown ground.
At his feet, a wooden boat was tied to the river bank, docked there like a coffin. In the boat lay the body of a silver-haired young man wearing a laurel wreath. His face looked both young and old.

On the left side of the work table in front of the brown-haired boy was a skull covered with clay. The skull had eyes inlaid with shells and a face carved out of clay.

Next to the clay skull were a few small chess pieces. They were too far away, so Zhou Yun could only barely get a glimpse of their general appearance.
One is an iron general with strong arms, but the whereabouts of the iron general's head are unknown.
One is a hooded assassin in tattered clothes, who is like a ghost, poking his own eyes out, as if he loves being blind.
There were two other chess pieces, but they were obscured by other things on the workbench, so Zhou Yun couldn't see them clearly.

At this moment, the brown-haired boy turned slightly and seemed to notice Zhou Yun's gaze.

As the boy moved, Zhou Yun also saw clearly that there was a chess piece in front of him.
This chess piece is bigger and stronger, a sturdy centaur with a bow and arrow drawn as if he is going on an expedition.
But there was a dagger-like piece of stone stuck in the chest of the Centaur chess piece, and its body was broken into four pieces.

The brown-haired boy seemed to be trying hard to repair the centaur.

".Mr. Huang. Um." Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment and said, "Little Huang?"

“You’re finally here.”

The brown-haired young man spoke softly, his voice as clear as the sound of the first bronze tool forged by human civilization.
"Do you know how surprised I was when I found you among the traces of fate?"

"A product of a children's comic, a pleasant story, a beautiful fantasy of the future, an animation, a fairy tale, something in a comic book actually appeared before my eyes."

"I hastily hid your fate from the Chaos Gods, hiding all information about Doraemon in the mist of history, protecting your true nature from the Chaos Gods, and watching you all the way to here."

"My friend, what are you then?"

"A time traveler? A representative of the human race in the 22nd century? A mere product of the subspace?"

He walked through the reeds step by step and came in front of Zhou Yun. Zhou Yun was able to see the boy's appearance clearly.

His dark brown hair hangs down on a body that looks like it was molded from red clay. His upper body is naked, and his muscles are covered with primitive style paintings.
The blue lines formed all kinds of bizarre patterns, from eagles to skulls, from sacrifice to death, everything was included.

Above these paintings, a lapis lazuli pendant is hung on the boy’s neck, and the face of a woman is vaguely revealed in the pendant, as if it is a record of a love affair that ended in tragedy and misfortune.

The young man with a Central Asian face tilted his head slightly to look at Zhou Yun, a golden laurel wreath adorning his hair.

Zhou Yun didn't know how to describe this face.

He is childish, like a shepherd boy of a race that has just begun to civilize.
He is mature, like an emperor of a race that spans the stars,

To say he is ordinary, but he doesn't seem that ordinary.
If you say he is handsome, then he is indeed handsome enough to be described as beautiful, but he is not beautiful enough to look like a god.
He seemed like an excellent child, an excellent human being, and a beautiful template for the human species.

Zhou Yun stared at the face and was silent for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth and said:
"No wonder your butt is itchy. If you don't itch, who will?"

There was silence along the banks of the Sakarya River, and the reeds were shaking slightly.
“Hahahahahaha”

Not sure if it was Zhou Yun's illusion, but he seemed to hear laughter.

The laughter seemed to come from the body of the silver-haired laurel-crowned young man lying on the boat.

The brown-haired boy listened to Zhou Yun's words and the faint laughter, and his face, which was not pale to begin with, suddenly darkened a little.
He raised his head and stared at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun was horrified by the death gaze, and felt that if he continued like this, he would be killed by the brown-haired boy's gaze.

And I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this brown-haired boy seems a little stiff and rigid, as if he doesn’t have enough humanity.

"His mind is in shatters. Talk to him and stimulate him." A faint voice was heard, as if the body of the silver-haired boy lying on the wooden boat was speaking.

Stimulate him? Zhou Yun blinked, thought for a while and then said:
"Your Majesty, I am uncomfortable with you staring at me like this. By the way, Your Majesty, I have a question for you."

"You won, and humanity survived. So, Your Majesty, what was the price?"

"Is it really worth it?"

"Fuck*Mesopotamian swearword*Babylonian swearword*Egyptian 19th Dynasty swearword*Macedonian swearword*Mauryan swearword*Roman swearword*Frankish swearword*"

(End of this chapter)