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

Chapter 495: Something is wrong with your Extreme Blue

"I am Titus." A resolute voice came from Titus' mouth.
The inscriptions on this ruined wall seem to have an unyielding power, like a stubborn stone that will never be eroded by the wind and sand, like everlasting courage, like a solid city wall, like a bright orange lighthouse.
This low wall protected Titus from the rolling sand that would destroy his existence and strip him of his spirit, leaving only anger and murderous intent. It also awakened Titus's spirit, which had been corroded and riddled with holes.

He remembered who he was.
He is Demetrius Titus, an Ultramarines, an Astartes, the Emperor's Angel of Death, and a member of the Doraemon Squadron.
"I will be pure in heart and strong in body, untainted by doubt and uncorrupted by self-aggrandizement. I will be a bright star in the firmament of war, an angel of death, slaying the enemies of mankind with wings of perseverance, for thousands of years and thousands of years, until the end of eternity and the end of my mortal body."

Titus recited aloud passages from the holy books, using the sacred texts to protect his mind and solidify his understanding.

He looked at the three heads staring at him.

'Lian Andros' doubted him, 'Thrax' judged him, 'Calgar' abandoned him,

These are not the real three people, they are the reflection in his heart, the afterimage left by him being imprisoned in the Inquisition for a century.

Those doubts, those questions, those self-wanderings entangled Titus, questioning Titus's loyalty again and again, judging Titus's mind, slowing down his pace of loyalty to the Emperor, and preventing his iron body from becoming a solid wall to protect mankind.

Will you fight for humanity even though it is tainted by doubt?
Even if you are judged as a traitor, will you fight for the empire?
Will you fight for the Emperor even if you are abandoned and forgotten by the Chapter?
Be angry. Shouldn’t you be angry in the face of these slanders?

Use anger to destroy everything, use anger to avenge those who betray you,

Say: Blood sacrifice to the blood god!
Say: Skull for the skull seat!

Titus's only response was a cold refusal.
"I am the Emperor's finest warrior. I dedicate myself to humanity. My rage belongs only to the Emperor."

"I am of iron will and body. I am immune to doubt, pestilence, murderous desire, and pride. Nothing can corrupt me."

"I am a bulwark against fear, I am the defender of humanity, I am a Space Marine, I am an Astartes."

"I'm fearless!"

The three heads that were staring at him made sharp cries, shattered into pieces in the yellow sand, and disappeared with a loud bang.

Titus raised his head fearlessly, looking toward the sky where the rolling red sun was suspended.
The shadow of the God of Blood was reflected in the sky, his eyes full of anger were brighter than the stars, staring at Titus.
The Blood God was annoyed by Titus's refusal, but he also vowed to corrupt Titus.
Even if eight centuries passed, eight thousand years passed, Titus could never leave this piece of yellow sand until he accepted the wrath of the Blood God and became his vessel.

"I am Titus." Standing under the low wall, Titus said unyieldingly.

The Blood God's figure disappeared into the sky in anger, but Titus was still trapped on the yellow sand.

He was clearly determined to trap Titus to death. Titus looked at the high wall covered with scratches.

One Primarch, Rogal Dorn, fell into the same situation as Titus.

Rogal Dorn carved all the escape plans he could think of on this wall, one after another, whether Titus could think of it or not.
But all these plans were rejected by Rogal Dorn one by one. None of them could escape from the yellow sand.
But Rog Dorn eventually left. Saint Doraemon once said this.
But even Saint Doraemon couldn't explain how Dorn left here.
There is no engraving on the wall about the method that Dorne used to leave last time, but there is always a way, and you can leave here.
There is still hope.

Titus thought slowly, pondering a way to get out of here.

Maybe there will never be any way out of here. A voice suddenly rose from the bottom of Titus' heart, as if trying to awaken the fear in Titus' heart.

“I fear nothing,” Titus said firmly.

Perhaps you will eventually fall here, turning into dust, wasting the body the Emperor gave you. That voice suddenly rang out again, still carrying an aura that could evoke fear in people's hearts.

"I am fearless." Titus had no thoughts of fear or retreat.

Even if you could leave, it might be too late. Your absence at the most critical moment has brought about disastrous consequences. The creepy voice continued.

"I fear nothing." Titus did not flinch at the voice.

The voice fell silent, as if satisfied with Titus's response.
Titus suddenly felt a cold and terrifying aura coming from behind him.

His mind was slightly dazed, and the breath gave him a bone-deep tremor.
He had only felt this feeling in the Primarchs, in Guilliman and Sanguinius.
Titus turned his head sharply and found that the desert in front of him had become darker and the sky was covered by shadows.
A vortex of blue and gold unfolded in front of Titus, surging like a wave, roaring like a torrent, powerful and terrifying.
"Father?!" Titus looked at the blue and gold that spread like an oil painting in front of him and shouted with joy instinctively.

Blue and gold are the colors of Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines.
Titus almost thought that it was his genetic father who came to save him.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Titus noticed something was wrong.
This blue in the blue and gold is not like the Ultramarine's Ultramarine Blue. It is a little deeper and closer to the color of midnight.

The gold is different, not dazzling, but rather dim, like the twilight before the night ends.
Gradually, the vortex of blue and gold took shape, stopped flowing, settled down, and turned into a human figure.
The cloak made of stitched human skin cast a shadow, the midnight blue and dark gold power armor emitted a cold light, and bats spread their scarlet wings on the armor. The tall figure briefly blocked the sun, allowing him and Titus to temporarily avoid the sight from above the sky.

The cold, pale, terrifying incarnation stood before Titus,

He slightly lowered his pale head under messy white hair and stared at Titus with a pair of pale eyes filled with madness and fear.

Titus prayed to Roboute Guilliman, the Gene-Father.
But the one who responded to him was Conrad Coates.

(End of this chapter)