Chapter 309

Grimaldus walked in the temple of Magna Macragge. The robe on her body brushed past, and the ancient trees in the forest also trembled gently under the night wind. The temple built of marble appeared and disappeared in it.

At the same time, there was a round, blue-painted holy image in the forest.

The holy image stood in the forest, 22 meters high. The head was round like the manifestation of sacred geometry in the world. The round body was carved with the shape of a pocket, and round hands were stretched toward the sky.

What a towering and great figure that was. Compared with it, even the seven high mountains behind Magna Macragge city that carried the fortress monastery of the Ultramarines seemed small.

Grimaldus was moved by this holy moment. Her eyes were full of hot tears, and she knelt devoutly before the holy image.

"Holy Doraemon, I offer you my humble gratitude, grateful that you saved me."

"I pray to you, pray that your deep blue brilliance will give us hope."

She was once a small noble on Macragge, having lived a luxurious life that she is now ashamed of.

But even nobles could not resist the dark tide. With the invasion of the Black Legion, Macragge turned into purgatory. She was captured by cultists and almost became a sacrifice to the dark gods.

Fortunately, the holy Archangel led the holy Doraemon Company and the Cadian 184th Regiment to descend on the bloody sacrificial field.

Their brilliance evaporated those blasphemous cultists, slaughtered those enemies of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and the Holy Doraemon, and saved Grimaldus's life.

Grimaldus was shocked by this moment. She cried loudly, praising the great Hua Hua Hua Di Huang for saving her.

But the Archangel helped her up, who was crying, and told her in a gentle and peaceful voice:

Besides the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, she should also devoutly thank another holy, gentle, and kind existence, praising the original power, death god, and eternal dragon walking in the world, praising the great Holy Doraemon.

Later, the soldiers of the Cadian 184th Regiment who had traveled with the Holy Doraemon shared the faith about the Holy Doraemon with her.

"He awakened from the Hive World, so He pities the poor the most."

"He said everything has value, so He opposes luxury the most."

Grimaldus remembered these words. After the Macragge War ended, she donated all her property and built this temple with others, the First Temple of Doraemon.

There are a total of 22 such temples on the entire Macragge, all from the donations of devout believers.

Of course, they encountered many troubles in the process of building the temple. The believers of the Ecclesiarchy always looked at them with suspicion, and some even reported them to the Inquisition.

Fortunately, the Inquisitor Greyfax who came was reasonable and gentle, and didn't make things difficult for them at all.

And the Archangel also descended in his busy schedule, reviewed their faith, and declared their piety of the Holy Doraemon sect to the Ecclesiarchy.

For this, Grimaldus could only praise the Archangel and the Holy Doraemon in every night full of gratitude.

The only thing that made Grimaldus feel a pity was that she had never witnessed the figure of the Holy Doraemon.

It is said that the Holy Doraemon, like the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang in the Great Crusade era, walks among the stars in a material, human posture.

People from nearby star systems of Macragge often claim that they saw the figure of the Holy Doraemon walking in the world. He will swallow everything corrupted with His holy pocket.

When He descends, thousands of machine spirits will praise in unison, and even those blasphemous machines used by the Black Legion will be inspired.

He will bring death to all enemies of humanity, and not die in death.

His round hands hold items that can fulfill all wishes, and all miracles are born from them.

But He doesn't seem to be active on Macragge often. Grimaldus had never seen Him with her own eyes.

For this, she only felt a pity. If her body hadn't become weak in the luxurious life of the past, at least she could try to become a member of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army and go to the front line... maybe there would be a chance to see the figure of the Holy Doraemon with her own eyes.

Grimaldus sighed sadly, finished her prayer in a low voice, and was about to get up and return to her room to rest.

But just then, Grimaldus saw,

Under the 22-meter-high towering holy image, stood a figure wearing a robe.

That figure pushed up the robe on his body, looking very fat, and the head seemed very round.

Grimaldus got up gently, brushed the dust off her robe, and approached the fat figure gently.

"Sir." Grimaldus bowed devoutly, held her hands into a circle and raised them diagonally upward.

This is the way of saluting popular in the Holy Doraemon sect recently, imitating the posture of the Holy Doraemon stretching out round hands.

Grimaldus noticed that the round figure wearing a robe seemed to twitch.

"Sir, the 184th Regiment that once walked with God taught us that the Holy Doraemon cares about people's spirit and everything in the world."

"So our temple closes at 22:00 Macragge time, and it is past opening hours now."

Grimaldus persuaded softly:

"If you really don't want to leave and hope to pray to the Holy Doraemon all night, you can pray in the hall after registration."

"It's cold outside, easy to catch a cold."

"... This is good." The fat figure was silent for a while, then said slowly.

He turned his head and looked at Grimaldus.

Grimaldus gasped, dizzy, her knees softened, and she knelt on the ground.

That face under the hood... that face under the hood...

The fat figure raised his head, slowly took off his hood, and revealed that holy face.

The head was round like the manifestation of perfect geometry, the red nose was as scorching as a star, the huge mouth seemed to swallow all blasphemous things, his eyes were burning, his pupils were bright, everything combined to form a face like a raccoon cat creature in ancient Terra.

This face was no different from the 22-meter-high sculpture behind him.

"Lord, my Lord!" Grimaldus lowered her head before the grass, tears streaming down her face because of great emotion.

"You know that disease is bad, this is good."

"I should warn you, and you should remember, disease is not the only bad thing."

"You should also know: love and art are good, but lust and luxury are bad."

"You should also know: wisdom and knowledge are good, but deception and secrets are bad."

"You should also know: courage and decisiveness are good, but anger and killing are bad."

"You should also know: health and life are good, but disease and corruption are bad."

"So you should remember: you should not love those who are arrogant and lustful. You should not believe those who are full of lies. You should not approach those who are angry and murderous. You should not touch those who are corrupt and cause disease."

"Praise the Holy Doraemon!" Grimaldus shouted with all her might: "Praise your teachings."

Grimaldus's voice broke the calm near the temple. The eyes of many believers were attracted here.

They held their breath and saw the holy figure standing under the statue.

For a time, the sound of kneeling and praying rang out in the temple.

"No need to praise, I came here to teach you, to let you know the true law of this world."

"My name is Doraemon, born in the pure and noble 22nd century of humanity, so 22 is the holy number."

"I am the master of all machines, creating miracles with items, so I am the original power of the triple divinity of the Machine God."

"I am the swallower of all things, whether it is a daemon or a swarm, all are swallowed by my pocket, so I am the Eternal Dragon."

"I am the master of death, acting on behalf of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's death god power, not dying in death, so I am the Death Chosen."

"You can only praise my name at the triple level of machine, swallowing, and death. You must not praise other gods, nor can you praise other names."

"Those who praise desire are not me, but the snake."

"Those who praise change are not me, but the bird."

"Those who praise killing are not me, but the dog."

"Those who praise plague are not me, but the fly."

Grimaldus buried her head deeply in the grass, listening to this holy teaching.

"You also need to remember, I only have three living saints under my seat, and there are no other agents besides them."

"The first is Sanguinius, he is my first saint, awakened with me in the Hive World, originally the ninth son of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, resurrected by me reversing time and space on Baal, acting for me in the world."

"The second is Guilliman, he is the master of Ultramar and the Ultramarines, originally eroded by the poison of the Lord of Hunger, later put on the armor of fate by Belisarius Cawl, brought back from death by me, originally the thirteenth son of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, he became my second living saint."

"The third is Fatso, he is my extension, my avatar, the master of plunder, war, friendship, and singing. He is me, I am him, the manifestation of my anger in the world and the Warp. You can praise his name, just like praising me."

"You can only devoutly worship the three living saints above, and not worship others."

"Raise your head, true believer." The voice of the figure called Grimaldus.

Grimaldus trembled, raised her head with confusion. She was not sure if the holy figure was calling her.

"Sanguinius examined you. He declared to me that you have true piety in your heart, not corrupted by evil things, so I give you the holy meal."

Grimaldus only saw a tablecloth flash in mid-air and fall on the grass in front of her.

Then, a sweet food smell filled Grimaldus's nose.

A large amount of a pastry made of two round cakes appeared on the tablecloth in an instant, piling up like a mountain in front of Grimaldus.

"This is Dorayaki, my favorite food, it is my flesh, I give it to you, so that you share my blessing."

(End of Chapter)