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

Chapter 386 I am not God, and I am not God.

"Please, I'll do anything to help the 22nd century's heavenly soldiers save humanity!"

"You emperor! Where is your dignity as the master of mankind?"

"What is dignity? I only care about all mankind!"

The brown-haired boy grabbed Zhou Yun's leg with one hand and grabbed the four-dimensional pocket with the other hand. His face was ferocious and almost terrifying.
"As long as it can save humanity, as long as it can save all of humanity."

The strong obsession hit Zhou Yun directly, and the surrounding reeds shook violently as if in a storm, and the bronze water surface also rippled with tides.
Everything around him suddenly pounced on Zhou Yun, expressing his strong obsession and desire to him.

As long as humanity is saved, no sacrifice is necessary.

He clearly sensed this obsession.

The things in front of him were not real, but a form of communication between the Emperor and Zhou Yun.
Everything in front of Zhou Yun, the brown-haired boy who was clutching the four-dimensional pocket tightly, his crazy words, and the constantly changing scenes around him, were all manifestations of the Emperor's desire to save all mankind and his obsession for ten thousand years.

Or, this is the desire of all human beings for salvation.
In the face of this desire, everything can be sacrificed, everything can be abandoned, as long as all mankind is saved.

The brown-haired boy looked at Zhou Yun with eyes full of desire.

Zhou Yun lowered his head and looked at him silently.
".No." Zhou Yun said after a short silence.

"Uh?" The brown-haired boy loosened his hand slightly from the fourth-dimensional pocket: "No?"

"You think I haven't tried?"

Zhou Yun couldn't help but say:
"I tried writing letters to sell to the Future Department Store and sending messages to the other side of the four-dimensional pocket, but all to no avail."

Zhou Yun tried several times to get in touch with the world on the other side of the four-dimensional pocket, but in the end he couldn't even be sure whether there was a 22nd century on the other side of the four-dimensional pocket.
Only the vision sent back by the noble incarnation of Xigouch before the chain was broken, and the missing souls of the Eldar, can indirectly prove the existence of the 22nd century.
But what is the nature of the 22nd century? Is it the magical era in the Doraemon cartoon? Or is it just a special subspace area?
Zhou Yun was unable to confirm these. Xigaoqi also tried to throw the sublime incarnation into the four-dimensional pocket several times, but was unable to obtain more information.

"If you really want to be sure that the other side is the 22nd century, do you think I'm still staying in your shithole-like galaxy?"

"If I had a choice, I would rather go to Night City, Metropolis, or even the damn Kunxu than come to your place."

Listening to Zhou Yun's words, the brown-haired boy smoothly loosened Zhou Yun's legs and four-dimensional pocket, stood up from the ground, and patted the dirt off his knees.

"As expected, you are still a born evil raccoon cat. I trusted you too much just now."

Both of them stared at each other.

But just half a second later, both of them couldn't help but sigh at the same time.

They sat down together on the muddy river bank again.
"I know it's unlikely, but I still hold out a little hope that you can really save humanity easily."

The brown-haired boy washed the clay off his feet with clear river water and spoke to Zhou Yun with some sadness.

"I also hoped that you knew about this four-dimensional pocket and knew how to save the galaxy." Zhou Yun shrugged and said.

Then Zhou Yun couldn't help but sigh again: "How could this happen? I should be an ordinary person in the 21st century, studying step by step from elementary school to high school, and then being admitted to a university that is neither good nor bad. After graduation, I should work in a company with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan and be exploited by capitalists. After work, I should eat Keling apples and build models. Who stole my life? I must have been poisoned by the food I ate!"

"Then I also want to know how this could happen. I should be the heir of a small tribe in Mesopotamia. My father is wise, my brothers are friendly, my people are hardworking, and I have a good wheat harvest every year. There are no robbers, droughts, or diseases. My uncle's sister combs my hair for me, and when my father gets old, I will carve his eyes out of shells. Who stole my life? I must have been poisoned by the mushrooms I ate in the forest!"

"How could it be me?" "Why me?"

"I'm not a god." "I'm not a god either."

The two people spoke almost at the same time.

"Then why are you standing here? Give the four-dimensional pocket to someone else, and I will arrange a paradise world for you to be a noble. You will still be a rich man. Isn't it wonderful?"

The brown-haired boy pointed at the bronze-like river in front of him and said:

"I swear by the Sakarya River. If you give me the four-dimensional pocket, I will give you the paradise world in return. I will be a rich man."

Zhou Yun thrust his East Asian face towards his, looking at the brown-haired boy with a dead fish-like gaze.

The brown-haired boy's proposal was not just an insult to Zhou Yun's intelligence, it was an insult to Zhou Yun's bloodline. When Zhou Yun was born, the credibility of this oath had been lost for nearly two thousand years.

".Even if I trust you, I can't give it to you." Zhou Yun sighed and said, "I tried it, and no one except me can see the interface of the future department store."

"Indeed. This pocket seems to be bound to your subspace essence." The brown-haired boy rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.

"And don't just blame me. Let me ask you, why do you have to stand up?" Zhou Yun glanced at the brown-haired boy and asked.

"It's just that no one else stepped forward." The brown-haired boy shook his head slightly.

"You've had a hard time." Zhou Yun reached out and patted the brown-haired boy on the back. "You're unlucky, too, coming to this era for no apparent reason." The brown-haired boy also patted Zhou Yun on the back.

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The two were silent for a while, and then the brown-haired boy broke the atmosphere:

"Tell me the details of your fourth-dimensional pocket. Maybe we can find something?"

“I want to know the specific price of each item”

Nearly 40,000 years later, it once again set foot on Terra's land.
It is a great demon born of war and killing, a bloodthirsty demon born in an ancient and tragic war on Terra.

It was a battlefield filled with mud, trenches, corpses, gunfire and pain, a brutal meat grinder.
It is the Somme, it is more than 1.2 million corpses, it is the endless meat grinder of war, it is the rage of darkness, always eager to kill more lives, caring only about the flow of blood,
It stood out from the Blood God's domain, and together with the other seven great demons, it was given the opportunity to lead eight demon armies to ravage Terra.
Finally, in the long years since the burning of that cursed star, the Somme has never again ravaged the land that gave birth to it.

Now, at last, it can bring war to Terra once again.

However, the demon army led by Somme encountered obstacles.

Mortals, a group of mortals holding ridiculous blades blocked the gap in the eternal wall,
It seemed that every one of those mortals was a master of swordsmanship, and they were able to resist with only a toy-like dagger.

Not only the Somme River, but also the other seven directions were blocked.

This made the other seven demons anxious, and they even personally charged at the mortals.

But even though they were great demons, they fought evenly with the mortals. In the end, the bloodthirsty demon colleagues in the Somme River could only rely on making louder and louder roars to cover up this embarrassing situation.

But the Somme is different. The Somme is watching and waiting.

The birth of the Somme was a long and stalemate battle. For the change of a few meters of the battle line, tens of thousands or even millions of people shed blood in the trenches.

The Somme was patient, very patient. It launched seven attacks, but failed to break through the defenses built by these mortals.
Finally, on the eighth time, the Somme noticed their weakness;

The toy sword in the hand of a mortal lost its luster and turned gray. Then the mortal hurriedly retreated, and others hurriedly filled the vacant position.
The Somme narrowed its eyes. It understood. It discovered.

The Somme joined the fray, chain axes with countless skulls hanging from them slashing at the mortal Astra Militarum.

They wielded that little shining dagger to hold back the Somme,
But just as Somme guessed, the power of those daggers had basically reached its limit, and they turned gray one after another.
It grinned fiercely, ready to harvest lives——————

Bang! ! ! !

A powerful psychic hammer fell from the sky, and the Somme River was like a spinning top that was hit hard by a supersonic whip. It rolled and spun on the ground, flying seventy or eighty meters away before it barely stopped.

It raised its head with a confused look on its face, looking at the woman in military uniform in mid-air, whose whole body was emitting strong psychic flames.

Reina was panting heavily, her spiritual energy was rapidly depleting.
The power of the famous sword. Lightning Pill is limited. Now the power of the famous sword. Lightning Pill on the eight fronts has basically been exhausted.
But what made Reina feel uncomfortable was that they had persisted for so long, but some of the Astra Militarum troops on Terra had not yet completed their retreat? !

This training volume is too fucking bad, isn't it? Can't you walk more than 100 kilometers in a day and still be called the Astra Militarum? !

Among the Centurions who had once followed the Human Emperor to fight on the battlefield, many of them became corrupt and useless as time went by.

If this happened in Cardia, Reina would drag them all one by one and make them run around the equator of the planet! Anyone who was left alone would be shot!

But the problem now is that Reina and the Cadian 184th Regiment have been set up.

The rest of the Astra Militarum were retreating. The Astartes were too few in number to fill such a huge front. The Cadia 184th had to hold on to the front, otherwise the retreat would turn into a rout.
Reina greeted the mothers of those useless people again,

She had to run back and forth quickly on various fronts. Just now she tore off the head of a bloodthirsty demon.
Now, her psychic potential has almost reached its lowest point.
At this moment, Lena suddenly saw the sky burning. The airdrop pod, like a meteorite, ignited the atmosphere and crashed directly into the battlefield and into the demon army.

support! ?
Astartes?!
Which regiment?!

The Imperial Fists, the chapter near Terra, had been badly damaged in the Battle of Cadia, and the remaining forces they could mobilize were already on the battlefield.
Is there another, more massive Space Marine force near Terra?!

At this moment, steaming airdrop pods opened one after another on the battlefield.

The burning psychic lightning pierced through the void, the magnificent chanting sounded endlessly, and the demons let out sharp wails.
The Astartes in silver-grey power armor walked out of the airdrop chamber, like a group of demon-slayers forged from mercury.
Any demon that comes close to them will be burned by the scorching spiritual energy.

Just by standing on the battlefield, they established a line of defense against the demonic attack.

"Captain Reina, I've called for backup."

The voice of the Guards Captain Valerian came over the comms.

But Reina couldn't help but twitch her eyes.

(End of this chapter)