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

Chapter 485 Please answer: What is the Emperor’s real name?
When Erebus saw the red and pink wooden door suddenly opened, he was stunned at first.
But when he saw a hand reaching out from the door and throwing something at him, fear immediately surged in Erebas' heart, just like a mouse seeing rat poison, Lorgar seeing Horus holding a wig, and the Emperor seeing Magnus about to call him.
The horrific scene he had seen on the planet Heroshima suddenly emerged from the bottom of Erebus's mind. In an instant, he even lost his mind and instinctively grabbed the ritual dagger hanging around his neck.

The last time Kahn chopped off his arm and caused the ritual dagger to fly out, Erebas learned a lesson. He now tied the ritual dagger around his neck with a short rope. Unless Kahn chopped off his head, there was no way he could remove the dagger.

He held the dagger in a funny way and slashed at the void in front of him, trying to split reality and open a portal to escape to the distance.

As for Be'lak standing aside——Erebus wished him good luck.
Erebus actually hoped that Bilak would make a rational judgment and use his ability to shuttle freely between shadows to throw the object thrown from the door outside the Blessed Lady to prevent the Blessed Lady from being damaged.

As for why Erebas, who had a ritual dagger, did not do so, Erebas offended so many people in the galaxy, but was still able to live for a full ten thousand years. It was because he was best at throwing risks to others, making full use of his comrades, partners and collaborators, and taking as little risk as possible himself.

Then the corners of Erebus' mouth froze for a moment.
Because he saw from the corner of his eye that Bilak's movements were faster than his. He actually waved the shadow blade in his hand, summoning a cold mist. The figure of the horned demon became thin in it, and seemed to be about to disappear.

Bilak didn't know what was thrown in through the door, but since Erebus ran away, he had to run away as well.

asshole!

Erebus cursed in his heart,

Doesn't this idiot realize the importance of the Blessed Lady?

Without this Abyss-class battleship that was carefully corrupted by Erebus, how could they resist the attack of Saint Doraemon?

Then Erebus got the answer from Bilak's cunning eyes: It's very simple, I can just run away.
Erebus's expression froze, and he quickly thought about where he could escape to.

It would be best if there was a strong enough fortress, enough weapons, and strong enough allies.
Erebus quickly thought of a person, Perturabo.
He had no relationship with Perturabo, but Erebus was confident that he could convince Perturabo to stand on his side, which was one of the things Erebus was best at.

Quickly, the ritual dagger opened a crack in the void, and on the other side of the crack was reflected a bright room filled with steam and flashing electric sparks.

A head with a lot of cables plugged into it, and a flesh and blood body that was almost completely replaced by steel. The whole person was like a steel wall, with hot steam and electric light constantly gushing out of his body.
In front of this giant steel god was a table, on which lay a broken corpse of a woman. No, that was not a corpse, it was a machine.
It was a robot that imitated the appearance of a woman. Its neck seemed to be cut off by a giant hand, and it was shattered into pieces, with iron and steel scattered.
The iron giant was carefully repairing the mechanical woman, which formed a sharp contrast with his huge body, as if he was fiddling with a miniature model.

Perturabo, Primarch of the Iron Warriors.

The Primarch seemed to notice Erebas, turned his head, and looked at Erebas with a dull and angry look, as if he was dissatisfied with Erebas's interruption.

Erebus was not afraid, but quickly prepared a plan in his mind, took a step towards the crack, and then——

Bang! ! ! !

Erebus felt as if he had hit a hard and solid wall, and felt dizzy.
At this moment, a lock half the size of a head appeared out of nowhere, locking the crack in front of Erebus tightly. "Ah?" Erebus was stunned and dazed, not understanding what was going on.
His invincible ritual dagger, which had helped Erebus escape danger time and time again, was actually ineffective at this moment?!
Bilak also agreed to exclaim. He looked at the lock in front of him that locked the shadow weapon beside him, a little confused.

"Welcome to participate in the real room escape game."

"The rules are very simple."

"Answer the locked questions, solve the puzzle, and reach the bridge to complete the game."

"During the game, you cannot leave the game area, and you cannot go to the next room without solving the problem."

"I wish you all a smooth passage. Please do your best."

Erebus then realized that what was thrown in through the red and pink wooden door was not the bomb that Erebus remembered, but a square box with a button.
His expression changed slightly, but he still did not give up. He reached out and touched the lock on the crack created by the ritual dagger.
There was a burst of electricity from the lock, and a light curtain appeared out of nowhere.
"Please answer: What is the Emperor's true name?"

what?
Erebus's expression froze for a moment.
Is this a question that a human can answer?

Let's not talk about whether there is anyone in the galaxy who knows this question. Even if Erebus knows, he dare not say it out loud.

Who knows what fate will befall those who pronounce the Emperor’s real name?

Almost at the moment when Erebus was sure that he could not answer, the lock flickered and a bolt of lightning struck Erebus directly.
Intense pain surged from Erebus' body, and electricity ran through every cell in his body.
A mouthful of white eyes spit out from Erebas' mouth, his skin was scorched black by the electricity, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Wrong answers will result in random penalties."

Erebus wanted to ask why he didn't say it earlier, but he just exhaled a puff of white smoke from his mouth.

Seeing this, Bilak laughed coldly.
"The so-called hand of fate is nothing more than this, Erebus. Let me show you the infinite wisdom accumulated by being the first demon prince."

Be'lakor has existed since the time before the Eldar became an empire. He has existed in this galaxy for tens of millions of years, and his knowledge is terrifyingly vast.
There is almost nothing in this galaxy that Be'lak doesn't know - although Be'lak doesn't know the Emperor's true name.

But Be'lakor did not touch the lock that locked the rift, but touched the lock that locked his own shadow.
Logically speaking, the problem with this lock should be different
"Please answer: Where did the Dragon Kingdoms go?"

Bilak's expression froze.
He really doesn’t know this! Who the hell knows this! ! !
(End of this chapter)