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

Chapter 433 A Father's Child, a Child's Father
The brown-haired boy kept asking Zhou Yun to make his own decision, which only deepened Zhou Yun's doubts.

Of course, we can't trust all the words of this yellow-skinned guy.
"Are you so kind? I thought you would behave like the greatest tyrant in human history?" Zhou Yun asked in a half-joking tone.

The brown-haired boy seemed to have sensed Zhou Yun's suspicion. He smiled and explained:

“我不会逼迫你，因为我想要的是你飞升后，让亚空间的局势变成2VS1VS1VS1VS1。”

"This way, we can ensure absolute advantage no matter which god we face in the warp."

"If I force you to become the master of the evil arts, I think given your temper, you will definitely attack me for no reason. You will be more disgusting than the Four Gods."

"You guessed right. If you dare to force me to become a god, I guarantee that the gods will gain an ally when they fight against you." Zhou Yun smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

The brown-haired boy smiled bitterly: "If you are still willing to protect humans at that time, then I don't mind."

"Don't think too bad of me. If you can be the tall man, I will be happy to assist you and follow your will."

"I'll consider it." Zhou Yun glanced at Long Zhimeng in front of him and said.

The Emperor's plan does have merit. If Zhou Yun didn't have a four-dimensional pocket, this would be a good choice.

The emperor withstood the pressure of the upgrade, and Zhou Yun became an existence infinitely close to the master of vicious skills. The two gods of mankind were enough to resist the other four gods who were not invincible.

But the problem now is that even if Zhou Yun agrees, he still lacks the sacrifices necessary to become a god, lacking the sacrifice of an entire civilization.
There is no civilization left in the galaxy that can rival the ancient civilizations of the Old Ones, the Eldar, and Humans.

Zhou Yun also preferred another plan.
The Emperor prophesied that Angron would guide the way forward, and there were four people who were closely related to the fate of the galaxy.
Zhou Yun hopes to find a way to save the galaxy from them with the help of the four-dimensional pocket, rather than pinning his hopes on the subspace or on becoming a god.

"It's like walking on two legs." The brown-haired young man said in a low voice: "I will think of a way to provide a sacrifice. Maybe there is still a place for the ancient saint to be used as a sacrifice to promote the birth of a god."

"Can the Ancient Saint still squeeze out a spot?" Zhou Yun was stunned, then said: "Is the Ancient Saint some kind of subspace bus?"

Theoretically, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Khorne were all born from the War in Heaven and the Ancients.
Now that the ancient saints have disappeared for tens of millions of years, the emperor still believes that the ancient saints can promote the birth of another god.

"It's just a guess. Vashtor believes that He has a way to do it, and has been collecting things left behind by the Ancient Saints. So maybe the Ancient Saints left something that can be used as a sacrifice."

"They were too powerful back then. Perhaps there will never be a stronger race than them in the galaxy in the future. That was an idyllic era that can never be returned to."

"The ancient saint's gold coins are endless." Zhou Yun couldn't help but sigh.

"Compared to other races, humans still drop less Old Saint Gold. I won't say much about the Eldar, but which of the Greenskins, Necromancers, Titanium and other miscellaneous aliens doesn't drop a lot of Old Saint Gold?"

The brown-haired boy's face was full of regret for having too few gold coins.

Just as Zhou Yun was about to speak, he heard a loud, painful cry.

That was the cry of a Machine Soul, the cry of an incomparably powerful Machine Soul, more powerful than the Machine Souls of thousands of battleships.

The expression of the brown-haired boy next to Zhou Yun also darkened slightly.

Zhou Yun quickly pulled his will out of the dream and transferred it back to his body.
Then Zhou Yun heard Wuwula's roar of fear, anger and disbelief.

"My Lord! Saint Doraemon and Om Messiah!"

Zhou Yun ignored the panicked Wuwula and quickly came to the window sill of the super nest tower and looked up at the sky.
Fire, blazing fire is burning,
The steel ring surrounding the entire Mars is burning, lighting up half of the sky.
The roar of a lion was echoing around Lena, and a large number of demons surged out from the shadows like a tide. Leading these demons was a demon prince with wings, wearing black power armor with red edges, and a huge lion's head.
The demon prince's body was decorated with some peculiar patterns and elements: lions, wings, swords and the Roman numeral 1.

But in addition to these decorations, the demon prince's body is covered with the symbols of the four gods and the blasphemous eight-pointed star.

The beast let out a terrifying roar, and wielded the broadsword with one hand, which originally required two hands to hold, and slashed at Reina heavily.

Reina suddenly mobilized her psychic power, transformed it into a brutal psychic hammer and swung it out, crushing the demons along the way and colliding with the lion-headed demon prince.
Instantly, the spiritual energy and the sword intersected, and the lion-headed monster violently split Reina's spiritual energy, vibrated its wings and pounced in front of Reina.

"Stand still!" Reina's savage roar was deafening. The bewitching voice mixed with Reina's spiritual energy penetrated into the will of the demon prince.
The Demon Prince let out a low roar of pain, his whole body frozen in place.

Reina was about to cry. Her bewitching voice actually worked.

Because Reina cannot control her psychic power accurately,
The bewitching sound she released was either because the opponent was too weak to withstand Reina's psychic energy and exploded on the spot, or because the opponent was too strong to be affected by Reina's bewitching sound.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, this demon prince is neither too strong nor too weak, and happens to be in a place where Reina's bewitching voice can take effect.

"Who are you!" Lena's bewitching voice was successful for the first time, so she quickly used it again: "What is your purpose in coming here?"

"I am the most fallen among the fallen angels. I am the demon prince Mabas blessed by the four gods." The demon prince who called himself a fallen angel and called himself Mabas said instinctively.

What is a fallen angel? Reina was stunned.

Before Reina could think carefully, the demon prince Mabas continued, "As for our purpose, psychic, use your psychic vision to take a look, take a look at the Iron Ring."

Psychic vision? What the hell? She doesn't know anything like that!
Lena suddenly felt annoyed.

"My Lord!" Fortunately, at this moment, the female mechanical priest received information from the outside world and said in horror: "A large number of ships near the fourth section of the Iron Ring have lost control and crashed into the Iron Ring!" Reina's pupils shrank suddenly.
A large number of ships were gathered near the Iron Ring for Guilliman's Indomitable Crusade.

These damn demons somehow managed to teleport into every ship through that strange shadow, and controlled these ships to crash into the steel ring.
"Is this your purpose? To stop the Indomitable Crusade?" Lena asked.

"No, our goal is..." The demon prince Mabas trembled all over, and suddenly found himself affected by Reina's bewitching voice: "You, you dare to be a mere mortal..."

Mabas was furious and trembled his wings to fly towards Reina again.

then
"Stand where you are!!!" Lena growled, and the bewitching voice that had finally worked was released again.

Mabaston felt dizzy and terrified. She couldn't understand how this mortal could have such psychic powers and not be corrupted or have any mental problems.

"What is your purpose!?" Lena roared and questioned again, and the strong spiritual energy washed over Mabas' will.

Mabas' eyes widened and he gritted his teeth to resist Reina's psychic attack.

"Our target is you, ma'am." A voice sounded from behind the demon prince Mabas.

The shadow spread again, and a man in a black cloak slowly walked out of the shadow.
The moment he appeared, a spiritual energy more powerful than Rena's suddenly swept over, shattering Rena's bewitching voice that was suppressing Mabas.

"Me?" Lena said in surprise.

"We need your sacrifice for a greater purpose."

"My partner told me a story. Among the World Eaters there was a warrior named Kahn. His fate should have been filled with the wrath of the Blood God's grace, but his best friend Anger Tai bound his soul and prevented him from completely falling."

"So my partner killed Anger Tai and awakened his anger. I'm going to do the same thing."

"That being is too attached to the material world. Perhaps a tragedy, a pain, the death of someone familiar can awaken his rage and allow him to accept his own power."

“This is a necessary experiment.”

Do they want to target Zhou Yun?

Reina realized this quickly.
She remembered what Sanguinius had said to her privately.
Treat Zhou Yun like a human being, which will help Zhou Yun maintain his perception of himself as a human being.

"Who is your partner?"

"and who are you?"

"What is this shadow?"

Reina calmed down and released the bewitching voice again, trying to obtain more valuable information.

But the man in the black cloak was not affected by Reina's psychic power at all.
"Ma'am, I don't mean to kill you."

"You agree with my theory. Chaos itself does not corrupt people. The whispers of the gods are not the real source of human depravity."

"It is the yearning in people's hearts, their own desires, and their own dreams that corrupt them."

"As long as one cuts off one's desires, one will not be corrupted by Chaos. One can master Chaos."

"You're a great example of how I really wouldn't want to kill you if it wasn't for a greater purpose."

The figure in the black cloak said regretfully:
"To make it up to you, I'm willing to tell you who I am."

“I am a father of a child.”

“I am one father’s child.”

"I am a traitor to the Knights."

"I am a traitorous knight."

"I am a close friend of a brother."

"I am the brother of a dear friend."

"I am a fallen one, I am a fool, I am an unforgivable fallen angel."

The black cloak moved in the wind, revealing the set of power armor painted by the Dark Angels Legion ten thousand years ago, and the Caliban giant sword.

"I am just a penitent who longs to make up for my mistakes."

(End of this chapter)