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

Chapter 432: Promoted to God?

"This Retribution-class battleship was built in the 221st year of the 38th millennium of mankind and has long served the Solar Fleet."

"Its keel is in good condition, its machine spirit is in a stable mood, its armor has been completely replaced, and its ram has been maintained."

"The void shield array on it is composed of four triple void shield launchers, and the sublight speed engine is a unique multi-tube plasma engine on Mars. Its travel speed can rival that of a conventional cruiser."

"The firepower mainly comes from the macro-cannon array on the side and a series of torpedo tubes hidden under the heavy armor on the bow. A single salvo can destroy a cruiser."

"Of course, we still have light spear arrays installed on the backbone of the ship. These light spear arrays have been specially adjusted to accurately harvest those ships that have been severely damaged by the macro cannon."

A female mechanical priest who was half a head taller than Reina and whose lower body was replaced with tracks explained the situation of the Retribution-class battleship to Reina in a voice mixed with mechanical sounds.

The mechanical priest was obviously a little nervous. Sweat could not stop flowing down her face, which still retained human flesh and blood.
Before the Martian Forge General went to Terra, the instructions they received were simply to repaint the battleship to make it look acceptable.

But after the Forge General arrived on Terra, the urgent communication sent back required them to immediately and quickly carry out a comprehensive and detailed transformation of the Retribution-class battleship, replacing everything from armor, void shields to weapon arrays with the highest quality models without any delay.

But time was short, and dozens of days were only enough for the mechanical priests to barely complete the task. Although the new armor, void shields and weapon arrays were installed, the painting of many places was not completed, and the cables were roughly exposed, which looked a bit ugly.

The female mechanical priest looked at Reina, who was in charge of inspecting the ship, a little nervously, fearing that she would be dissatisfied with the Retribution-class battleship and report to the Casting General that they were not doing their job well.

But Reina didn't care about the exposed steel plates and cables. She just gently reached out and touched the wall a few times.

The machine spirit in this Retribution-class battleship seemed to have sensed the breath of Saint Doraemon's followers on Reina, and took the initiative to reveal its existence, allowing its joyful will to flow through the battleship.
Reina's powerful psychic power sensed the machine soul, and felt its power and its gentleness.

Reina couldn't help but extend a little bit of her psychic power to caress the machine soul.

Well, a little bit at a time.
boom! ! ! !

The entire Retribution-class battleship shook like a hurt kitten.
The female mechanical priest then showed a panicked expression.
Although this Retribution-class battleship was modified in a hurry, there should be no problems with its functions, and it shouldn't be shaking so violently!

Reina withdrew her hand with an embarrassed look on her face.

The machine soul of the Retribution-class battleship curled up and trembled aggrievedly. The look it gave Reina was like a kitten that didn't know what it had done wrong.

But the machine soul quickly controlled itself and stopped the Retribution-class battleship from shaking.

Looking at the horrified expression on the female mechanical priest's face, Reina felt even more embarrassed.

"What a magnificent ship!" Reina hesitated for a moment and said, trying to break the awkward atmosphere: "What a great ship!"

The female mechanical priest breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she did it to break the awkward atmosphere, Reina sincerely thought that this was a good ship.
The machine soul is gentle and powerful, which means that this battleship is extremely powerful. Lena likes this kind of power.

She still remembers that when she was a child, her mother, who worked for the Interstellar Trading Company in Asford, would occasionally take her to work with her.

When she was lucky, Reina could see a huge cargo ship taking off from the star port.
The flames ejected by the plasma engines were so dazzling, and the mechanical roar was so deafening, as if the whole world was roaring.
Reina was deeply fascinated by this power when she was young.

At this time, her devout mother would pick up Reina and whisper to her that this was the power of the Emperor, or the Ohm Messiah as the Mechanicus called him.

No, mother, it is not only the power of the emperor, but also the power of Saint Doraemon.
Reina followed the female member of the Mechanicus and strolled through this castle woven of steel, adamantium, and cables, and she felt happy.
Who could have imagined that an illegal psyker born in a hive city would one day stroll through a starship like this one?

Reina has witnessed so many mythical characters and scenes along the way that sometimes she really doubts that all this is just a dream.
When she woke up, she was still in the Hive of Asford, in the Ark Gang's stronghold, worrying about the Tyranid invasion.
Ok?
"This is the lounge reserved for the Astartes, and it is also one of the transformation points of the battle barge." The female mechanical priest continued to introduce beside Reina.

But Reina herself suddenly stopped, she stretched out her hand to signal the female mechanical priest to be quiet, slowly turned her head and looked behind her.

Due to the tight construction schedule, only temporary lighting equipment was installed inside the ship, and many parts were still shrouded in shadows.
Those shadows were deep, dark, and light, like mist, like living things, like... like blurred boundaries.
"Who's there?!" Reina shouted in a low roar, and her psychic power was released like lightning.

The light of her psychic power illuminated the surroundings, but it could not illuminate the deep shadow no matter what.

Faintly, Reina heard the roar of a lion. Becoming a god?

Become the true Ohm Messiah?

Zhou Yun felt goose bumps all over his skin when he heard what the brown-haired boy said.
What does this inherently evil brown-skinned imp want to do?
He actually wants to become a god himself?
Zhou Yun raised his head and put some distance between himself and the brown-haired boy.
He probably understood what the emperor meant.
The Emperor said that Zhou Yun could use the four-dimensional pocket to sell the Dragon of Mars.

Judging from the incident of swallowing Inad, Zhou Yun used the four-dimensional pocket to sell a certain existence, which was equivalent to Zhou Yun swallowing it at the subspace level.
Everything that the Dragon of Mars, or the Messiah of Om, has in the subspace will be received by Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun is different from the Dragon of Mars. Zhou Yun himself does not reject or isolate the subspace. The beliefs of the Mechanicus and the emotions directed towards the Messiah of Ohm will all converge on Zhou Yun.
"Can this occupy the position of vicious skills?" Zhou Yun asked with a frown.

"No, without sufficient sacrifices and strong emotions, swallowing the Martian dragon is not enough to allow you to ascend directly."

"But it will get you very close to that position, and you will be unstoppably on the path to rising to the top and truly begin to compete for the top spot in the art of viciousness."

The brown-haired boy said slowly:

"By then, I think the subspace will be clearly divided into two factions. One part will support your ascension and help you get closer to ascension."

"Another part will support your rival, the Creator Vashtor, and try to block your ascension, and train Vashtor to take the throne of the Evil Arts."

"Vash'tor represents a future of more chaos, more change, more war and bloodshed. Khorne and Tzeentch will support him."

"Nurgle and Slaanesh would prefer that you represent a future that is more stable, more gentle, more satisfying to human desires, and more conducive to a better life for the galaxy."

"Of course, I will support you, so your chances of winning are actually very good."

As the Emperor said, the odds are very high indeed.
Even though the Emperor is currently in a state that is subject to many restrictions, and even though He has not yet truly ascended to become the Dark Lord, Zhou Yun still has a better chance of winning in a three-on-two situation.

Not to mention excluding the gods, Zhou Yun still has two Primarchs, Sanguinius and Guilliman, and even more in the hands of the Emperor, Nurgle, and the Father.
As for the big demon, Zhou Yun had Fat Tiger Big Demon and Nobita Emperor, and he won completely.

Vashtor has little chance of winning against Zhou Yun now.
But the real question is, why did Zhou Yun ascend to become a god? Did he have nothing to do?
"You will not truly ascend to become a god. As I said before, you don't have enough sacrifices."

"You need a high-level, soulful, and powerful race as a sacrifice before you can complete your ascension."

The brown-haired boy continued to explain:
"Even if you have sacrifices, you will not become a god, because I have not yet become a god."

"There is no time in the subspace. Those great ones have existed since the beginning. They will eventually be born one by one. Everything in the real universe is just inducing their arrival. It cannot prevent their birth or disrupt the order of their birth."

"The Dark Lord is the fifth, and as long as I refuse to be born into the Warp as a Dark Lord, there will never be a sixth, seventh, or eighth."

"So even if there is a sacrifice, you will only become an existence similar to me, stuck at the last moment before the ascension, born but not yet born, infinitely close to complete but incomplete anyway."

"But you will be freer than me. I will bear the pressure of the ascension, and you can freely vent your authority, fight against the gods, and protect mankind."

The brown-haired boy stared at Zhou Yun closely, as if waiting for Zhou Yun to make a choice.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but frowned.
The Emperor said it well, but is it really possible to become a being infinitely close to God without any cost?
Just look at the Emperor's current posture.
“I wouldn’t say it’s without a cost.”

The emperor seemed to see through Zhou Yun's thoughts:
"The beliefs and emotions of the masses will affect you, and the souls that belong to you will affect you."

"But you are freer than I am, and you are free to shape the posture of your faith to minimize this effect."

"This is something that can be done right now, something that can quickly give us an advantage and make the entire galaxy a little better."

"I give you the Dragon of Mars as a gift. You can make your own judgment."

(End of this chapter)