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

Chapter 452 Captain Demetrian Titus

The sound of the axes colliding was so loud that it made Kahn's blood boil.
Bloodfather swung at Kahn in an extremely wild and deadly manner, smashing into Kahn;
Kahn raised his blood son to stop him, and his arm became numb from the shock.

This was not the first time he had faced the swift and wild axe blade of the man in front of him.
Ten thousand years ago, on the Conqueror, he often lost control, angrily swinging his chainsaw axe at his offspring, slaughtering his offspring. Kahn was one of the few who survived.

But. But the feeling is completely different.

The axe is wielded by the same man, and in the same manner;

But Kahn could clearly feel that the man was teaching him.

Just like a father teaching his children.

This was an experience Kahn had never had before.
"Kahn!" The man interrupted Kahn's thoughts with a battle cry. His axe was so fast that Kahn felt dizzy.

The axe blade was gently against Kahn's throat. If he wanted, Kahn would be dead now.

"Come again." The man distanced himself from Kahn again, raised Blood Father and said to Kahn.

Kahn doesn't know why men do this, but Kahn likes men to do this.
He felt a warmth, a care, a wonderful feeling he had never experienced before.

"Father."

Kahn whispered softly,

The blood son and the blood father are intertwined again.
Kahn was still defeated. In just three moves, Blood Father "chopped off" Kahn's head again.
"Come on, Kahn."

Men smile, swing axes, cross, fight,
"Do you still remember Kolaga?" The man asked Kahn softly in the gap between the axes.

Kahn swung his axe to barely block the man's attack, then nodded at the man: "I remember."

"He betrayed us."

Koraga was a loyalist World Eater and Centurion who died aboard Isstvan III at the hands of Angron.

“We betrayed him!” The man’s voice was filled with anger, and the axe blade suddenly became heavier. “We oppressed him.”

Kahn was "killed" once again, and the man's axe was as deadly as ever.

"And he resisted us." The man said softly, then raised his head slightly, exposing his neck to Kahn.
It was a wound, an inconspicuous wound, and still moist.

"This was cut by Kauraga. He played very well. They all played very well. He was just a free man."

"I have never been willing to heal this wound."

"You" Kahn was shocked by the man's words, his heart pounding.

"I have been longing for you to swing your axe at me, Kahn," the man whispered. "I have been begging, begging you to kill me, begging you to resist me, but I can't say it. Rage controls me."

"Horus wants to orbital bombard Istvaan III to kill those warriors who dare to rebel against their father."

"But I rushed into Istvan III, which forced Horus to abandon the orbital bombardment and kill those good men with blood, knives and swords."

"Horus thought it was anger that drove me to charge into Isstvan III, but it was not, Khârn. It was one of my rare moments of clarity."

"They fought well, those rebels, I will not let them be humiliated in their final moments."

"I gave them a chance to rebel against us. This is the tribute of a poor slave to a great rebel."

Kahn was mesmerized by the man's story.
He felt that his soul was in sync with the man, and he could clearly sense the man's emotions and know what the man was thinking.
He, he vaguely saw the trajectory of the man swinging the axe.
"Did you see that? Kahn!"

"Cut here! Cut the wound that Kolaga left on me!"

The man roared at Kahn, his axe pressing towards Kahn like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

But Kahn sensed it. Kahn felt that there was a flaw in the man's attack.

Men learn how to fight in the arena, where blood is exchanged for blood. So when a man launches his most fierce and terrifying attack, he will reveal a momentary flaw.
Ten thousand years ago, the loyalist World Eater Kolaga discovered this between life and death, which left him with a wound.

Blood Father pressed against Kahn's neck;

But Kahn's blood son also slashed into the man's neck, the wound that Kolaga had left on the man ten thousand years ago.
The man felt pain, opened his mouth slightly, and then smiled.

"Nice cut, son."

Kahn was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile.

"Father, it's not good enough." Kahn's tone was a little expectant and a little eager.

He wanted to be like this again, receiving guidance from a man.

"No, there's not that much time." The man shook his head slowly.

Kahn's heart skipped a beat: "No, Father, don't"

"I am only here for a short while, lingering in this world for a short while. Everything that belongs to me has ended." "It's just that the torrent of the subspace has no time, so I can meet you here."

The man said slowly:
"Kahn, after you leave here and wake up, you will probably forget that we have ever met."

Kahn's body couldn't stop shaking. "Is this a punishment, Father?" Kahn asked sadly.

"I have no right to punish you. This is rebellion, Kahn." The man squatted down and put his hand on his shoulder.

"You are still the Blood God's chosen one. If you remember all this when you wake up, he will find out."

"Don't worry, your body will remember everything I taught you, and the power to resist will not disappear."

"Perhaps this is the mercy of Saint Doraemon. He gave me this opportunity to teach you to resist myself."

"Take me away, father! Take me with you!" Kahn prayed sadly.

"Kahn, you still have your own killing, your own revenge, and your own resistance to complete."

The man shook his head slowly, then stood up and said:
"I cannot treat you as the Emperor has treated me."

Kahn calmed down a little and realized that the man was right.
He still has a vengeance to avenge.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Kahn felt that everything in front of him became hazy, vague, and unreal.

"The time has come."

The man spoke softly,
Endless scarlet sand blew up from beside him, blurring his figure.
"Kahn, my child."

The man's voice seemed to be very far away, so far away that Kahn could hardly hear it clearly.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done."

"There is nothing more I can do to make up for my mistake."

"I can only wish you the best, and hope that your future will be filled with warm and free red sand."

His voice and figure eventually disappeared.

"Father!"

Kahn gasped and suddenly jumped up from the bed.

He covered his head, his thoughts in a mess.
He could feel his body becoming stronger, the tendon cables strengthening his muscles, the hymn pituitary making his mind fast and multi-threaded, and the furnace of Belisarius constantly repairing his organs, bones and muscles.

He successfully crossed the Rubicon of the original, but.
But Kahn covered his face, and for some reason he couldn't hold back his tears.
This is the first time in ten thousand years.

It was the first time for him to set foot on Terra, the home planet of mankind, and come to the throne of the Emperor.
As an Ultramarines, he had seen many magnificent cities in Ultramara, so he actually had some expectations for the scenery of Terra.
But after leaving the Death Watch voidship and entering the atmosphere on the Thunderhawk gunship, he felt a little disappointed.
This is a hive world shrouded in a toxic atmosphere, with chaotic buildings spread all over the land.
I feel like it's not as good as Macragge.
But he quickly adjusted his mentality.
He was not here for sightseeing. His only duty was to serve the Emperor, humanity, and of course, his genetic father, Robouti Guilliman.
Thinking of this, he became a little nervous.
He was always considered to have a will as strong as steel, but the calling he received was so unusual.

A man like him who had been suspected, possibly involved in corruption, and who had been strongly immersed in the energy of the warp, was actually summoned directly by the Primarch of the Ultramarines.
He was asked to leave Deathwatch and travel immediately to Terra to meet Lord Roboute Guilliman.

The Thunder Eagle slowly landed on the Eternal Wall and brought him into the Terra Palace. Following the guidance of the Ministry of Internal Affairs staff, he began to shuttle through the palace.
Gradually, his impression of Terra began to change.

Although this was a hive world, the people he saw along the way were not malnourished, as was common among hive residents, and no one looked hungry.

The internal affairs officer who was in charge of leading him explained that this was all because of the glory of Saint Doraemon blessing Terra.

Isn't he the emperor?
He had heard of the existence of Saint Doraemon,

It is said that he is a friend of the Emperor, an ancient being from the past of mankind, and walks among the mortals just like the Emperor of old, and like the Emperor he claims that he is not a god.
Many people in the Death Watch expressed some concerns about this, and it was difficult for them to accept such a new existence.
But he didn't have much opinion on it.

He was a pragmatist and was often accused of not following the scriptures.

As long as that Saint Doraemon really protects mankind like the emperor of the past, he can accept it.
"Hmm?" He raised his head slightly and looked at the "farmers" who had just passed by him.
The farmers were taller than him, with perfect muscles and steady and powerful steps. The aura they exuded made him feel a little dangerous.
But their clothes were the common clothes of farmers, with hoes on their shoulders and their hair tied up with cloth strips.

How could such a powerful person be just a peasant? Could this also be a manifestation of the power of Saint Doraemon?

He felt a little strange, but didn't think much about it, as he still had to go meet the Primarch.

In an office full of documents, he met his genetic father.
Roboute Guilliman, the man who embodied the concept of monarch in the material universe, was sitting in front of him, handling government affairs.

He knelt on one knee before his Gene Father.

"Karga thinks highly of you. He says that your will is as strong as steel, yet you are flexible and adaptable."

Robert Guilliman raised his head and said with a smile:

"Tell me, is what Karga said right?"

"Captain Demetrian Titus."

(End of this chapter)