Doraemon for an imperfect world

Being stared at by that metal creature that looked even slightly uncomfortable, Yoshida Saki took a step back, feeling a bit unnatural. "What's the problem?"

"Comics, as an art form that tells stories through paintings, have the attributes of commodities."

The sage lowered his head, bringing his almost unremarkable face close to Yoshida Saki's, and asked, "Don't be afraid, you who once walked with my Lord Om Messiah. I simply want to know how much it would cost to purchase your book."

Did you just want to buy something?

"If you like them, I'll go back and give you a few sets later."

Feeling a little uncomfortable under the enthusiastic gazes from the various observation devices, Yoshida Saki quickly waved her hand and said, "But only the beginning is Doraemon's own story. The rest is all drawn by me."

"Then please give us only the part about Om Messiah."

The sage said.

Ok……

This is really sad to say.

Yoshida Saki silently complained in her heart, "Okay, I'll go back and get it after this game is over."

"This game is not worth looking forward to."

The sage turned his head and looked towards the arena indifferently. The inorganic electronic voice carried a mechanical rigor and absoluteness. "The probability of the Emperor losing is infinitely close to zero."

As he spoke, the flames and thunder that enveloped the arena suddenly subsided. Yoshida Saki looked towards the center of the arena again. When the dazzling light faded, only a golden figure was standing in the center of the arena, proudly holding a flaming sword. His gilded pupils looked around with supreme majesty. Anyone who met those eyes lowered their heads in fear and dared not utter a sound.

"It's over! Before anyone even realized what was happening, the battle had already come to an end!"

Heimdall quickly raised his horn and said, "What happened in that instant was a battle on a completely different level than that between ordinary people and gods!"

"Won!"

Kya raised her hands and cheered excitedly, "Long live the Emperor!"

“Not so much Hail the King.”

Robert Guilliman, who was several times taller than an ordinary person even when sitting nearby, reminded them, "According to Mother, they were born in the eighth millennium BC, which makes them almost fifty thousand years old."

"Fifty thousand years for the Emperor!"

Kya continued to shout.

I didn't ask you to report your age!

Guilliman covered his head speechlessly, thinking that this child might be cursing the Emperor to only live for 50,000 years.

"But the so-called God King Zeus is only this good."

Guilliman was also a little surprised and said, "This is completely inconsistent with the information I have investigated."

After arriving in this world, many Primarchs tacitly sent their most trusted offspring to collect information, and he was no exception. However, every piece of news conveyed back made him almost breathless.

For example, Calgar told him that the last time Zeus gave his all was when he killed his own father hundreds of millions of years ago. Regardless of his strength, the heavy weight of the number hundreds of millions of years was enough to make him fight with all his might.

but……

Is that all?

He looked at the gods opposite him in a daze, and saw that the strange-looking gods in the audience all showed an expression of disbelief, as if they couldn't believe that the strongest god, Zeus, would die so easily and so worthlessly. Only the few at the top had different expressions.

"Hey, are you serious, old man?"

Shiva, who had been lying lazily on the mat, couldn't help but sit up and said to the emperor below with a serious look.

"Dad."

Ares muttered to himself, "What the hell just happened?"

"How can it be!"

The crow on Odin's shoulder screamed, "That's Lord Zeus, it's Lord Zeus!"

"An illusion, it must be an illusion!"

Another crow followed suit and cried out, "How could a mere human possibly defeat a god?"

"Well, Thor has already lost anyway, so it won't matter if he loses another round, right?"

Loki squatted in his seat and laughed, "Oops! Losing two games in a row is such an unimaginable disadvantage."

Hearing the other party mention his son's death, Odin immediately turned to look at Loki. The frosty face that seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity immediately made the God of Trickery put away his cynical smile.

"Well, I really underestimated the enemy, didn't I?"

Loki said casually, "The guy who's going to play next is even more arrogant. It's really a headache."

"Ah, I won."

Doraemon also squinted his eyes, took out a bag of Dorayaki from his pocket, put it in his mouth and started chewing. Although he was indeed confident in Neos, he still breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the victory.

“Even though I couldn’t see anything clearly, it still felt amazing.”

Madoka, who was sitting next to Doraemon, couldn't help but sigh, "If that's the case, we only need five more wins for humanity to survive, right?"

"Do not."

Homura Akemi stood aside and said, "If that happens, we won't be considering the survival of humans anymore, but the survival of the gods."

As the game came to an end again, everyone's worried expressions obviously dissipated a lot.

As soon as Neos returned to the sidelines, he couldn't wait to find his other self. Without even noticing Conrad huddled in the shadows, he said, "Gather the troops now. Before all the games are over, we should have enough time to form an army to defeat the gods."

He felt disgust from the bottom of his heart when he saw these so-called gods. The four Chaos Gods could not be defeated by the army, but judging from the strength of the gods in this world, they were no match for the countless armies of the Human Empire.

Well, because the empire is so huge and bloated, and the magnitude and speed of changes in the number of troops are so rapid, even he and the Ministry of Military Affairs are not clear about how many people are fighting in the starry sea in his name.

But in the subspace protected by the God of Order, the safety, accuracy and speed of navigation have been qualitatively improved, and it is no problem to send enough troops.

"They won't help with genocide."

The silver-white girl couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I'll call the army, but there's no need for you, a guy who abdicated and didn't do any work, to get involved in other matters."

"……All right."

Neos said helplessly, then suddenly noticed Conrad behind him. After brewing his emotions for a while, he forced a smile and said, "You are here, my son."

"It looks like my concealment abilities have improved again, don't they?"

Conrad said sarcastically.

346

Chapter 346: Homura Akemi VS Poseidon.

With the victory in the second game, although most people did not see clearly how the victory was achieved, it did not affect their cheers.

"We won! Two consecutive victories, another victory for humanity!"

"The so-called gods are nothing more than this!"

"Are these the humans from the parallel world? They are so beautiful."

"Great, we won't be destroyed."

When learning the significance of Ragnarok, almost everyone felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. After all, the enemy only existed in legends. The almighty gods were the creators of mankind. Faced with such a powerful existence that existed for an unimaginable amount of time, anyone would instinctively feel panic and uneasiness.

Then they suddenly learned that the ones representing humanity in the war were not heroes from their own history, but warriors from a parallel world. Their instinctive fear of the unknown gave them hope. There should be different possibilities in countless parallel worlds. Maybe the humans in one of these worlds could defeat the gods?

This desire for hope and the combination of two consecutive victories undoubtedly made everyone realize that in this game, the gods were not high and mighty and could not be transgressed. The authority of the gods was being trampled upon again and again, and the balance between humans and gods was tilting inexorably towards the other side.

"So who's going to play next?"

Brunhilde asked impatiently with a barely suppressed smile.

"sister."

Gray reminded from the side, "You should restrain yourself a little."

"I've been annoyed with that old pervert for a long time!"

Brunhilde clenched her fists and said, "The contestant for the gods has been decided. It's Zeus' brother Poseidon. But it shouldn't be a big deal for you, right?"

Even the king of gods Zeus was defeated, and her heart finally settled down.

"Well, it's better not to underestimate the enemy."

Doraemon waved his hand, then asked curiously, "But by the way, can you tell me who the original contestants would have been if we weren't there?"

"In this match, it will probably be that Sasaki Kojiro."

Brunhilde replied.

"Is it Sasaki Kojiro who lost to Miyamoto Musashi?"

Doraemon asked in surprise.

"Ok?"

Matou Sakura beside her couldn't help but turn around in surprise and asked, "Does Doraemon know him?"

“I don’t recognize this one.”

Doraemon shook his head and explained, "But I do know Miyamoto Musashi from my original world."

Well, defeating the legendary swordsman in history with a completely dead electric pill is one of Nobita's few highlights, and it is hard not to be impressed.

"As for the next game..."

Doraemon said, looking at the people around him.

"My king, let's go."

Gilgamesh, who was standing with Enzidu, said, "I am tired of sitting in the audience."

Several Primarchs also cast eager glances at him, eager to try.

"Let me go."

Sanguinius, who was enjoying a bowl of grapes that were barely enough to fill his mouth, said confidently, "I won't let you down."

"We can do that too!"

Aquarius raised a hand and said, "I ate a lot of dangerous species over there. Now I'm a super-evolved Aquarius. No matter what kind of enemy I'm, I can win with style!"

"Let's just make a random decision like before."

Doraemon scratched his head and said, "How about those who want to join the battle gather here, and let Sky decide randomly?"

"As you wish, my Lord."

Sikos lowered her head slightly, glancing left and right at the information recorded by the people around her. After a moment, she respectfully gave the answer she had received, "Ms. Homura Akemi, the sacred circuit has chosen you."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the magical girls sitting nearby.

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

Homura Akemi said as she stood up and began to think about where to find another arsenal to restock.

She had invaded the Japanese arsenal countless times and remembered the route better than the patrolling soldiers. However, the arsenal seemed to be no longer in use. Instead, a group of people were busy researching how the arsenal was stolen. So far, the experts had a consistent answer:

——It was Kyubey who did it.

The thefts from several vaults in Japan, safety issues in some major projects, and various other incidents were eventually traced back to the evil Kyubey.

Well, although Homura Akemi knew that Kyubey would never do such a meaningless thing, after all, after having the only emotion of "fear", they had no reason to approach the earth again. The creatures that only wanted to give time to civilization but were unwilling to give civilization to time will get the eternity they dreamed of in endless fear.

But speaking of weapons...

Homura Akemi looked hesitantly at the weapons in the hands of the Mechanicus Skitarii who were standing with awe-inspiring aura at the back of the spectator seats.

"If you require it, I believe the Machine Spirit would be happy to fight alongside you in the name of Om Messiah."

After Sikos noticed what Homura was thinking, she immediately said, "The Mechanicus's arsenal will be fully open to you, even the Titan army."

"Come on, Homura."

Xiao Yuan clenched her fists and encouraged, "But be careful too. If it really doesn't work, I..."

It should be fine if we borrow a little power from the Principle of Circles.

"Do not worry."

Homura Akemi shook her hair lightly and said heroically, "I will win."

"Then let's have a celebration party together after Homura comes back."