Doraemon for an imperfect world

Sayaka exclaimed, "As a representative of humanity, defeating the gods who are trying to destroy humanity is so cool!"

"Ahh, the celebration party."

Scorpio rested his chin on Doraemon's head and said, "I'm so jealous."

"In that case, how about I give you a celebration banquet tonight?"

Doraemon looked up and said, "Is there anything you like to eat?"

“I don’t have anything I particularly like.”

Scorpio tilted his head and thought for a moment, the tentacles behind his head drooping slightly. "Well, let's wait until Sister Homura wins before we hold the event together."

She actually had no interest in the so-called celebration party, but she was very interested in finding opportunities to act coquettishly with Doraemon.

Soon after, the third game officially began.

"Tsk, how shameless."

Brunhilde couldn't help but say as she looked at the arena covered in sea water.

The renovation of this venue is obviously to cater to the sea god Poseidon!

"Ahem, in the struggle between humans and gods, the humans unexpectedly achieved an unprecedented second consecutive victory. However, the gods have their own principles. After Lord Zeus, it is this Lord who will continue to fight!"

As the sea water parted, a man holding a trident slowly walked over.

"If Lord Zeus is the god of the entire universe, then this is the ruler of the sea! The tyrant of the ocean! Even the gods are afraid to anger him—Poseidon!"

"Then, next up are the human warriors."

Madoka was a little unaccustomed to the sight of so many people, but she still took the horn and said forcefully, "The magical girl who has reversed time and space countless times and even participated in the revision of human history: Homura Akemi!"

A pink portal appeared out of nowhere on the field, and then Homura Akemi with long black hair walked out of it with her Soul Gem. As she walked forward, the Soul Gem turned into streams of light and wrapped around her body. The original school uniform suddenly turned into a magical girl outfit full of dreamy texture.

Originally, she planned to walk up honestly, but later found that the door leading to the stadium was also underwater. Once the door was opened, she would inevitably be flooded. So she decided to ask Doraemon to borrow the Anywhere Door as a means of transportation.

"Magical girls? Do things like that actually exist?"

"Is it true that the world is so big that nothing is impossible?"

"No weird tentacles, no unimaginable body size. That's great. Finally, a normal, ordinary person."

"But is it really okay? She seems to be only in junior high school."

"Magical girls are supposed to be in junior high school!"

347

Chapter 347 The Failed Spy.

With the official start of the third game, the audience suddenly fell into a tense and depressing atmosphere. No matter whether they were humans or gods, they were all shocked by the majesty of the Tyrant of the Sea.

But Perturabo was not one of them.

"Heh, my younger brother is the god of the entire universe, but my older brother is only the god of the ocean?"

It seems that inequality between brothers is the same everywhere.

"that."

A voice with a hint of respect and fear came from below, "Hello, sir..."

Perturabo glanced at the boy beneath him, shrug- ing off the adoration in his eyes.

"My Lord, I have heard that some can follow great Primarchs like you and become the demigods of death."

Just an opportunist, Perturabo thought with disdain.

"I have seen those Primarchs, and you are the only one I admire the most."

The young man continued, "You are very different from the others..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt the angry gaze of a Primarch.

As a traitorous Primarch, Perturabo was very dissatisfied with being brought here. To him, this was no different from a public execution and a trampling of his dignity. So he didn't want to stay with other Primarchs and be looked down upon by them. However, the young man in front of him just stepped into his minefield.

"That, I mean."

The young man realized that he might have said something wrong and quickly waved his hands and said, "I feel that other Primarchs are not as powerful as you. Look, you are not even wearing armor..."

Who would give armor to a traitor!

Insincere flattery. Does this damn mortal think of himself as a clown who can be made fun of at will?

"Shut up!"

Perturabo shouted, "Get out of my sight!"

Tsk, so hard to please.

Loki couldn't help but think.

In order to investigate the other party's intelligence and weaknesses, he specially changed into the appearance of a mortal boy to spy on the information, but who would have thought that the other party would be so... inhuman?

That's not right. When he saw this guy before, he was happily playing with the little girl named Yoshida Hana. He looked like a sunny and cheerful boy, right?

How is this going?

Could it be that there was something wrong with my disguise?

"I'm sorry, sir."

He quickly waved his hands and said, "Have I offended you in any way?"

Perturabo lowered his arms from across his chest, his anger evident in his words. He had already given the other party a chance, he had clearly expressed his intention to let the other party leave, but he was still standing here testing him. Did he think that he could be easily satisfied by a few words of hypocritical flattery?

Am I so superficial in his eyes?

"I said that!"

Perturabo repeated, "Get out!"

His limited patience was rapidly being exhausted. The two emperors were not far away, and he did not want to anger them, not because he was afraid but simply because he did not want to humiliate himself. The Lord of Steel was not afraid of anyone and would never bow down to anyone again, but if he was pinned to the ground with psychic power for hurting a mere child, it would be too... shameful.

"No!"

Loki decided to take one last gamble. The other party probably didn't see through his disguise. "Please, I want to be your offspring no matter what. If you don't want to take me in, then kill me..."

Snapped--

Perturabo slapped the boy on the head without hesitation. Not to mention that he was already full of resentment, this guy actually dared to be so self-righteous and say things like if he didn't want to take him in, he would kill him. Who did he think of himself?

But after he slapped him, he realized something was wrong.

The boy in front of me is not human.

As the Primarch, he had calculated the resistance he would encounter the moment his arm touched the opponent, a level that was definitely beyond the reach of humans!

Bang—Loki, completely unaware that his opponent would actually attack him, flew backwards in an instant, smashing through several marble pillars before being firmly embedded in the wall. But the next moment, the enormous pressure generated by the flesh breaking through the sound barrier reached him, and Perturabo's fist, filled with anger, slammed down on Loki's head.

boom--

"Ok?"

Another Perturabo sitting in the audience couldn't help but frown. He naturally discovered that the sound came from another place where he was, and with the transmission of the sound, he quickly analyzed what the other party was doing and even the environment of the battlefield in his mind like a radar.

"grown ups?"

Several soldiers beside him wearing Terminator armor asked, "Do you need us to provide support?"

"That's unnecessary. An enemy of that level is no match for me."

He shook his head slightly and said, "Let him vent his anger first."

He could understand the other party's dissatisfaction, so it was okay to vent occasionally. After all, the other party was a spy who wanted to obtain information.

But are these so-called gods actually just reckless men who can only use brute force?

Fortunately, he had made special preparations for the annihilation of his entire army before coming. According to convention, he only brought 90% of the troops - so that he could leave one-tenth of his precious descendants by drawing lots to ensure that in the worst case scenario, the legion could still continue to protect the empire and all living beings in the galaxy.

Now it seems that this is a bit unnecessary. I will probably be accused of being indecisive when I go back.

Well, never mind. This is fine. If his offspring can shed less blood, it won't be a big deal if people talk about him behind his back.

He smiled and picked up Yoshida Hana, who was trying to jump up to watch the game because she was not tall enough, with one hand and placed her on his leg that was covered with layers of armor. "Be careful, kid, don't fall."

"Thank you uncle."

Yoshida Hana said gratefully, then looked down expectantly, "That's the magical girl..."

"Do you long for that?"

Perturabo asked with a smile.

"Uh-huh."

Yoshida Hana nodded vigorously, looking down at Homura Akemi who was facing off against Poseidon with longing. "Elegant, handsome, wearing a cute little dress and using incredible magic to defeat the opponent, this is really... eh?"

Homura Akemi gently placed her hand on the shield on her right arm, and then all kinds of equipment suddenly filled the entire battlefield. Looking at the densely packed standard ammunition, Yoshida Hana's thoughts suddenly stopped for a moment.

Is this how magical girls fight?

What about magic?

Homura Akemi did not move forward, but suddenly jumped high, followed by countless various types of barrages composed of plasma, bombs, lasers, shock waves, electromagnetic interference, micro-arrows, etc., which suddenly poured towards Poseidon.

But Poseidon did not retreat or hide. God has his own dignity, so he would never give in!

He swung the trident in his hand violently, and all the bombs and various ammunition approaching him were blocked. A huge explosion suddenly broke out in front of him.

"Blocked."

Heimdall shouted, "Lord Poseidon waved his trident and successfully resisted all the enemy's attacks."

"Sikos."

Seeing this, Doraemon couldn't help but ask curiously, "What kind of weapons did you give Homura?"

"All the weapons I could mobilize in a short period of time."

Sikos lowered her head and said, "Including some of the Titan's weapons, as well as cyclone torpedoes and bipolar cyclone torpedoes."

348

Chapter 348 The Death of Poseidon.

"After enduring every attack from the enemy without retreating a single step, Lord Poseidon finally launched his counterattack. Yes, that was his unique skill known as the Zeus of the Sea: divine thunder descending upon the desolate sea!"

Poseidon's figure suddenly rushed out from the smoke, and the trident in his hand suddenly stabbed towards Homura Akemi. It was obviously just a trident, but it produced countless phantoms. In a trance, it seemed as if endless divine thunder was falling from the sky.

But at this moment, time stood still.

Homura Akemi jumped lightly and landed behind Poseidon nimbly. An Apocalypse missile launcher nearly ten meters high fell under her. Homura Akemi squatted gently. This huge weapon was originally carried by Titans. Its destructive power was equivalent to that of an entire artillery company of the Imperial Guard just once. Before joining the battle, Sikos had introduced the complicated usage of this weapon to her in detail, and then said that since the situation was urgent, it would be enough to just connect the circuit directly, and the Machine Spirit would not mind.

Time resumes its flow.

Poseidon, who had just swung his weapon, suddenly found that the enemy in front of him had disappeared in a way he was completely unaware of. The next moment, a deafening roar sounded behind him. He instinctively turned around and waved his trident to block it, but he was immediately sent flying backwards by the shock wave that was enough to raze everything within a kilometer to the ground. He slammed heavily into the wall, and the entire audience was shaking. But even so, the competition venue built by the gods was still intact under such a heavy bombardment.

Homura Akemi did not stop because of this. She raised her hand, and two equally huge laser cannons specially designed for knight mechas fell beside her. Then the white laser pierced through the air with a buzzing sound and shot straight towards the center of the smoke!

"Cheating!"

The God of Peace immediately stood up and waved his hand, accusing her, "She's clearly just relying on her weapons, not fighting with her own strength at all."

"Ah."

Brunhilde asked in a dissonant tone, "Since gods can use their own divine weapons, then it is reasonable for humans to use their own weapons, right?"

The audience on the human side also cheered. If the first two games had nothing to do with ordinary people, then the down-to-earth playing style of Homura Akemi in this game made everyone feel involved and relaxed as the gloom in their hearts gradually dissipated - if human munitions could really harm gods, then they would not be lambs to be slaughtered!

"that is!"

"That's right. Humanity's greatest pride is wisdom. The weapons we forge with our wisdom are also our strength!"

"It's cheating to let humans, whose bodies are already inferior to those of gods, compete with you physically!"

"If humans can't use weapons, then the gods shouldn't use divine weapons either!"

"If you can't afford to lose, don't even bother participating in the competition!"

After being scolded by humans, the audience on the side of the gods started roaring again, and it soon turned into mutual abuse across the field.

"Noisy!"