Chapter 546

The magnificent giant ship roared in a low voice, which was no different from a small earthquake for the pilgrims inside.

The Pilgrim's Voyage is not a very excellent ship.

It is not a nimble Lunar-class cruiser, not a magnificent Universe-class mass transporter, not a classified Rogue Trader cruiser, nor a wealthy-exclusive Ambition-class cruiser, just an ordinary transport cargo ship.

Cheap, inexpensive, not worth mentioning, appearing so small and insignificant in the galaxy.

Even among a group of transport cargo ships, the Pilgrim's Voyage appears so simple and ordinary.

When Greylina was still a Macragge noble, she had traveled between the stars on more luxurious ships, staying briefly in those paradise or feudal worlds.

But after Sanguinius saved her from the claws of the Despoiler and preached the glory of Saint Doraemon to her, she had already donated all her wealth and invested in the burning faith in Saint Doraemon.

Greylina was one of the first organizers of the Saint Doraemon Church. She used her savings to build the first temple dedicated to Saint Doraemon, and it was also on that quiet night, under the magnificent statue of Saint Doraemon, that she listened to Saint Doraemon's teachings.

Greylina does not regret abandoning her noble status and property. On such a dilapidated but faith-filled ship, Greylina feels far more satisfied than when she once sat on a luxurious starship.

She piously clenched one hand into a circle, touched the cabin, and prayed in a low voice:

"Twenty-two praises to your name, Saint Doraemon, you were born in the pure and noble twenty-second century of humanity, you are the master of all machines, the hope brought by miraculous items, and the primordial power of the triple mystery of the Machine God."

"I beg you for the most imperceptible bit of your magnificent power to soothe this trembling ship."

Hearing Greylina's prayer, the other pilgrims around wearing linen clothes also knelt down one after another, praying in a low voice with Greylina.

Following Greylina's prayer, this trembling, dilapidated ship slowly returned to calm, and the machine spirit inside emitted a slight joy and excitement.

At the same time, Greylina felt a wave of dizziness.

A dream, she seemed to sink into a deep dream...

"... twenty-two thousand two hundred and fourteen dreams."

"... deception, change, anti-Warp stance reversal."

"... Void Dragon... complete ascension."

"... birth of the Dark King."

"... failure, restart attempt..."

Fragmented whispers sounded in Greylina's ears.

She couldn't understand those voices; those whispers seemed to be talking to themselves in some ancient voice.

But Greylina knew whose dream she perceived... Saint Doraemon's phantom dream.

Saint Doraemon, a great existence walking among the people, He claimed that He was not a god, just like the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang of the past.

When humble believers pray to Him with sincerity, believers can always perceive the existence of that person, and burning hope will emerge in their hearts. And when the most dangerous moment arrives, Saint Doraemon will even walk out from behind the pink-red wooden door to save His poor believers.

But until some time in the past, prayer could no longer perceive Saint Doraemon's clear, bright, and humorous will, and could only feel one long phantom dream after another.

In that dream, Saint Doraemon seemed to be repeating and wandering again and again, looking for an answer again and again, but in the end, all he got was a piece of deep darkness and the silence of everything.

And Saint Doraemon himself never appeared in reality again.

Even the most sincere prayers and the most dangerous situations could not call out Saint Doraemon. Saint Doraemon's avatar, Nobita Nobi, occasionally appeared. Besides him, there was only a tall man in a hood who would lead a group of mysterious Astartes in the same hood to eliminate evil in the name of Doraemon and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

This of course brought panic, and countless devout believers sobbed in the middle of the night, like poor children without parents.

They all thought of an incomparably sad possibility.

Saint Doraemon embarked on a path similar to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's. He disappeared into the galaxy, no longer walking among mortals, no longer being with all living beings.

This possibility made countless believers wail in fear. They feared that they had committed the same mistake as the people ten thousand years ago, forcing Saint Doraemon to sacrifice for humanity.

Until Archmagos Belisarius Cawl and members of the Adeptus Mechanicus wandered in the galaxy, bringing the holy will to believers everywhere in the stars.

Saint Doraemon just temporarily fell into a sleep, and He is seeking the answer to save the galaxy and humanity in a long dream.

The day He wakes up is the day He returns with that answer, and it is the time when hope is rekindled in the galaxy.

He will wake up one day, humanity just needs to be full of hope and wait, don't be afraid, don't panic, Saint Doraemon will never abandon His believers.