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

Chapter 399: Saint Doraemon's Phrenology

Ran Val had never smelled anything like it.
It was just his body, the ancient memory in his genes that kept reminding him that this was the taste of food.
This made him a little surprised, a little confused, and a little overwhelmed.
In Ran Val's memory, the taste of food should be monotonous, sticky, and waxy.

But the smell that passed through his nose was like the smell of starch cooking, with a hint of soil and water mixed in, like the smell of a requiem.

This smell reminded Ran Val of a time when he was responsible for transporting goods to the airport in Shangchao. He was very lucky that day. The legendary sun was in the sky, casting a brighter light on Ran Val than the brightest promethium lamp.
The light was hot and blinding, causing Ran Val's skin to sting a little, but he felt good.

The smell gave Ran Val the same feeling, as if it was his own flesh and blood, and experiences deep in his genes that he had never felt before were awakened.

Saliva suddenly began to secrete from his dry mouth, and an uncontrollable desire drove his body to look in the direction of the fragrance.

It was the church, the small church that belonged to Father Tepesh and had been abandoned for nearly half a month.

A few days ago, a group of nuns came here, burned down the entire church with fire, and then built a new church on top of it.

Ran Val suddenly felt a strong sense of envy for these nuns who could enjoy the food.
This must be because they have contributed more to the Emperor, so they can enjoy more food.

But at this moment, there was a commotion, noise and confusion in the street.
Jean Val saw the nuns walking out of the church pushing jars filled with some milky white food.

Then the nuns seemed to say something, and Jean Val heard it, but his mind was still confused.

But his body had already moved first. By the time Ran Val reacted, he was already holding the bowl in his hands.

The bowl contained a thick milky porridge with white particles floating in it, giving off a strange fragrance.
The nun took two or three roasted insects from the iron rack nearby and placed them on the thick porridge, signaling to Jean Val that he could start eating.

Ran Val cried, only a few tears squeezed out of his dry eyes.
He even forgot how he managed to eat these rare foods.

I only remember the smooth thick porridge sliding down my esophagus into my stomach, the sunlight-like fragrance filling my nostrils, and the sweetness, saltiness, and slight bitterness of the roasted insects crushing in my mouth.

Is this eating?

Ran Val's feeling told him yes,

But Ran Val's memory told him that it was not the case.
How can eating be like this?
He clearly remembered the feeling of eating corpse starch. It tasted like beeswax mixed with lime powder. The first bite would stick to your palate, the second bite would scratch your throat, then there was the faint bitter taste of the preservatives, and finally the monotonous and boring taste of the corpse starch itself.

He had never felt happy eating, this was the first time.

The nun just filled a bowl of thick porridge for him and put two or three roasted insects on it under Jean Val's blank gaze.

"Why?" Ran Val didn't know why he asked such a question.

But the nun just looked at Jean Val calmly, and then said to him devoutly:
"Because the God Emperor and Saint Doraemon love humans."

"Saint Doraemon redeems all living beings with miracles."

"He fired a cannon salute, and the miniature sun flew up into the sky."

“He opened the bottle cap, and the quick cloud and rain began to pour down its rain.”

“He spread out a carpet, and on top of the carpet was fertile soil, from which sprouted rice plants and insects.”

"He cracked his whip, and the guards in the fields began to work, and the rice grew and piled up like a mountain."

“He said, ‘O people, I have promised you food; but if you lack, then pray.’”

"He said, 'He will answer every prayer, and He will make up for every lack. Just crack the whip and the rice will grow.'"

The nun's words made Jean Val tremble all over.
As a Terran, Ran Val knew exactly what the Imperial Guard was.
The porridge in his hand, this food called rice, was actually grown by the imperial guards.
The Emperor's guards, the perfect creations made by the Emperor, each of them is born into the most genetically pure noble family.
Ran Val was filled with fear in his heart. For a moment, he endured the hunger and dared not drink the rice porridge in his hand.

"Don't be afraid, everything is arranged by the Emperor and Saint Doraemon."

The nun's voice suddenly rose, and she said in a voice that everyone present could hear:
"Saint Doraemon, who has infinite wisdom, observed the skull of the Imperial Guard with his eyes."

"He discovered that the skulls of the Custodes were born with three cracks." "According to phrenology, this means that the Emperor created the Custodes to be farmers."

"All this is the will of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon!"

After she finished speaking, the nun took out a faucet that looked ordinary, as if showing a holy object.
There was nothing behind the faucet, but the nun held it close to the several iron buckets where the porridge had been divided.
As Jean Val and other people looked on in shock, the nun gently turned on the faucet.

Water, clean, almost completely transparent water gushed out of the tap,
The shock spread among people, and Ran Val felt tears welling up in his eyes.
It is water, it is water, clean water that only nobles, overseers and wealthy businessmen are worthy of drinking.

For a moment, the voices of prayer, praise and gratitude to Saint Doraemon resounded endlessly.

"What a simple miracle." Sister Magda stood on the high tower of the hive city, looking down at the hive city where prayers and praises were constantly pouring out.

The mountains of rice poured into every corner of the hive, and the props called "universal faucets" would bring an almost endless supply of water.
All the hives are alive, entirely thanks to the miracle created by Saint Doraemon.

However, this miracle seemed too simple compared to the miracle that Sister Magda witnessed in the Hades Galaxy, where a star god was swallowed into the pocket of her stomach.

"This is the greatest miracle. Keeping the pious people alive and well fed is the greatest and most sacred miracle."

Mother Superior Morwen Val clenched her hands, imitated Saint Doraemon's round hands, raised them at a 45-degree angle, and prayed devoutly to Saint Doraemon:

"Such a miracle is far more sacred and worthy of gratitude than a pseudo-miracle like the cherubim created by imitating the corpse of an infant."

Sister Magda felt guilty and bowed to Sister Morwen Val to apologize.

But at the same time, Sister Magda couldn't help but let out a faint bitter smile.

Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the newly appointed head nun, the cherubim of the state religion were so despicable.

The Ecclesiarchy originally chose the young Morwen Val as the new head sister, hoping that she would be naive and stupid, easy to use for show and easy to manipulate.
But in the end, what the state religion got was only a warrior with a strong will, who was not manipulated by anyone and only followed his faith.
This is a good thing for the Sisters of Battle, but a completely bad thing for the Ecclesiarchy.
The Battle Sisters are one of the few military forces that the State Religion can control, but now the Grand Sister does not buy into the State Religion.

Sister Magda could vaguely sense that the storm of power was quietly working.
"My Lord." Sister Magda asked softly, "Should we let the Saint Girl and Saint Doraemon reunite?"

"After all, the Saint Girl was originally entrusted to the Sisterhood for care by Saint Doraemon."

Morwen Val's face twitched slightly.
She seemed to recall a lot of painful, tedious, uncomfortable work.

"There are too many reports." Morwen Val muttered softly.

"Hmm?" Sister Magda blinked in confusion.

"According to Lord Guilliman's regulations, matters that are reported directly to Saint Doraemon and the two Primarchs, and actions that require Saint Doraemon to visit the monastery, must be reported in thirteen necessity reports and twenty-two planning reports. They can only be submitted to the small meeting of the two Primarchs and Saint Doraemon after being confirmed by Lord Guilliman using the True and False Divination Machine."

"This is to ensure the safety of Saint Doraemon, to ensure that it has not been corrupted, and to ensure the correctness of the operation."

Morwen Val said in extreme pain.

The existence of the Saint Girl is a secret. Only a few people in the Sisters know the details. Outside the Sisters, even the Pope of the State Religion does not fully know the location and identity of the Saint Girl.

In order to keep it confidential, Morwen Val could only fill out these reports by herself.
Although it sounded a bit blasphemous, Morwen Val couldn't help but curse at the standards set by Lord Guilliman as he looked at the pile of plan reports.

Terra, the inner palace, and the training ground of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Zhou Yun's will resides in Nobita Nobi's body, holding a lightless sword wrapped in blood-colored mist. Lightning Pill, and constantly collides with Sanguinius.
The Primarch and Doraemon's Great Demon, Sanguinius and the Sharpshooter. Nobita, the Spear of Bigong and the Lightless Sword. Electric Pill.
Sparks flew between the teardrop-shaped spear head and the dull sword.
The spear of success was aimed directly at Nobita Nobi's face while he was wearing glasses.
Nobita Nobi's glasses flickered slightly, and he waved the toy dagger in his hand with his exquisite memory, and blocked the almost certain attack of Sanguinius.
This made the Astartes and Guards around them couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The swords and spears of the two were stuck in mid-air, turning into a wrestling match.

However, a slight smile flashed across the lips of Nobita Nobi, who was controlled by Zhou Yun.

"Who do you think is the Primarch most like the Emperor?" he suddenly asked Sanguinius.

(End of this chapter)