[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te":3,"chapter-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-102":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in Warhammer, Please Don't Praise the Doraemon Machine God",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2264925,4422,"Chapter 102: The Emperor Sent Me a Dream","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>“May the Emperor protect us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Laixi, the Grand Abbess Magda stared in stunned silence at the notebook sent from Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After flipping through a few pages, Grand Abbess Magda was stunned by the astonishing detail of its contents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unit: Lictor”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Armor: Chitinous carapace, chromatic carapace”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Carried armaments: Rending claws, scythe-like talons, spined flesh-hooks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Description: A frontline scout and assassin among Tyranid organisms; it can move silently through the densest terrain, its chromatic carapace allowing it to conceal itself effortlessly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It can remain motionless and hidden near its prey for days, waiting until the prey reveals an opening. Lictors can also gain intelligence by consuming the brains of living beings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, you cannot truly kill a Lictor, for upon its death, its memories and ‘consciousness’ are uploaded to the Hive Mind, to be downloaded again when it is recreated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Threat level: Moderately dangerous”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Recommended response: Look behind you—it may already be there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abbess Magda drew in a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lictor—she knew the Lictor, and had fought one before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had faced the Tyranid swarm twice, when she was young and still inexperienced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During both encounters, she was targeted by Lictors, yet Magda ultimately defeated and killed both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Abbess Magda stared at the notebook’s description of the Lictor, her eyes widening slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that was it—no wonder she had felt familiarity during the second assassination attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those two Lictors were one and the same; its memories and consciousness had been uploaded to the Hive Mind, then downloaded again when needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Abbess Magda’s expression grew slightly grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contents of this notebook were indeed invaluable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If what it stated was true, the swarm’s invasion of Laixi would very likely release that same Lictor to target her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abbess Magda gently touched the scar on her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was eighty-three now, no longer the naive twenty-two-year-old recruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if her body had aged, she would not lose this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unit: Brainworm”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Armor: Chitinous carapace, psychic shield”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Carried armaments: Short claws; primarily relies on psychic power for combat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Description: A psychic unit among Tyranid organisms, engineered by the Tyranid swarm using Eldar genetic sequences; its brain occupies most of its body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though appearing frail, it possesses immense psychic power, sufficient to levitate and unleash psychic blasts capable of piercing adamantium.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Note: Brainworms typically appear in clusters; their leader is a subspecies known as the ‘Psycraving,’ whose psychic strength equals that of an Alpha-level psyker, aiding the Brainworms in regulating their psychic output.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Threat level: Extremely dangerous”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Recommended response: Once the Psycraving is eliminated, the Brainworm may overload and burn out its own neurons due to uncontrolled psychic energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Aleksei sat in his lavish Venom Tank cockpit, staring blankly at the notebook sent from Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alpha-level psyker?” Commander Aleksei’s voice rose sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful Alpha-level psyker could flip his Venom Tank inside out with a single gesture—and twist Aleksei into a pretzel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt some distrust toward this notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Abbess Magda sensed Aleksei’s skepticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke: “The contents of this notebook are highly detailed; some match exactly what I know, yet are far more comprehensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commanders, Lord Zhou Yun is indeed an expert on the Tyranid swarm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, this notebook suits us perfectly—it does not waste words on Tyranid anatomy, physiology, or habits, but focuses on their weapons, armor, and combat performance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is extremely valuable. I even wonder—could Lord Zhou Yun be a hidden Bio-Sage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Magda’s question, Zhou Yun’s lips twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He omitted details on Tyranid anatomy because he truly did not know them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s knowledge of the Tyranid swarm came almost entirely from memories of his past life—he understood only their combat behaviors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deeper knowledge of anatomy and physiology? He knew nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, explaining this would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Recently, I dreamed of an old man dressed in black robes with brown hair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lips moved slightly as he made up a story on the spot:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The old man told me that Asford was destined for calamity, but he could not bear to see his children suffer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seeing me as a righteous man, he granted me this notebook and commanded me to deliver it to you all, to aid the Imperium against the Tyranids.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding Astra Militarum commanders stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreaming of an old man, black robes, brown hair, refusing to let humanity suffer, delivering a sacred book to the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How increasingly fantastical this sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron’s eyebrow twitched—he saw clearly that Zhou Yun was trying to attribute this to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Black robes, brown hair? Could it be the Emperor?” Grand Abbess Magda murmured involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Abbess Magda immediately believed Zhou Yun’s tale and linked it to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Grand Abbess of the Holy Rose Convent accept Zhou Yun’s story, the other Astra Militarum commanders had no choice but to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned their attention to discussing countermeasures based on Zhou Yun’s notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Brainworm is highly threatening—we should bombard it from a distance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m worried about this ‘Toxic Maw’ thing, Commander Aleksei, watch out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gunworms… so they evolve different ‘ammunition’ depending on their needs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hive Saint… surely it won’t actually appear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it does appear, it’ll be in Asford—General Drostron, if it does, just accept it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The initial discussion focused on countering specific Tyranid organisms, and Zhou Yun could still offer many insights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, the conversation shifted to tactical details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun realized he could not match these seasoned Astra Militarum commanders in tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to them, he understood the swarm better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bored, Zhou Yun quietly slipped out of the meeting, left the church, and arrived at the gathering of Lethians and Cadia soldiers outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lethians are a human subspecies, typically shorter in stature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly all are masters of theft, gambling, shooting, and cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron’s auxiliary forces included a Lethian contingent, rumored to have stolen the General’s prized wine flask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Yun glided over to them, these small figures were practicing shooting at tin cans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang! Bang! Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Lethian with brown hair fired six rapid shots from his practice rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six tin cans at a distance toppled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lethians erupted in cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Current record still belongs to me, Hobien Bai Lu! Anyone else dare to challenge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lethian organizing the contest raised his hands and called out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether you’re Lethian, Cadia, or even Ogryn—if you can surpass Hobien Bai Lu, you win the grand prize of this contest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And every Lethian will respectfully call you ‘Champion!’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single Cadia soldier stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched the scene with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cadia men are all crack shots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun watched, Battle Sister Agelaid walked up beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Lethians are even better. I’ve heard even young Lethians can hit a fly on a Glovian’s body from a hundred paces.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since arriving in Asford, countless Cadia challengers have lost to this Lethian marksman,” Zhou Yun listened to Agelaid’s tale and nodded with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, a Cadia soldier could no longer endure the provocation—he stood up, picked up a practice rifle, and stepped onto the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved a pack of Lho cigarettes into the hands of the Lethian organizer, raised his rifle, and pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All six cans flew into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Accurate—but too slow!” the Lethian checked his watch and grinned. “Our contest requires hitting all six cans in the fastest time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadia soldier spat, scowled, and stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you leave the meeting room?” As the gunfire faded, Agelaid asked Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came to make the Lethians respectfully call me ‘Champion,’” Zhou Yun shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried clearly. The Lethians all turned toward him like a swarm of startled rats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you from Asford?” the Lethian organizer grinned. “Then pick up your rifle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun smiled, pulled a pack of Lho cigarettes from his fourth-dimensional pocket, and tossed it to the Lethian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he raised his rifle and aimed at the six tin cans before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire rang out in an instant; before those present could react, Zhou Yun lowered his gun, and a can toppled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Laitrin people around him exchanged glances, then burst into loud laughter seconds later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only hit one can—sorry, friend, your marksmanship doesn’t deserve the title of champion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Laitrin man hosting the contest bowed to Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we thank you for your lho cigarettes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so? Then I thank you for your prize,” Zhou Yun chuckled, stepping forward to pick up the can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed the can back to the Laitrin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Laitrin caught it, bewildered—the can bore only a single bullet hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he shook the can a few times, and his eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the stunned stares around him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he quickly retrieved the prize, walked respectfully to Zhou Yun’s side, and offered it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a metal wine bottle engraved with patterns, seemingly filled to the brim with liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Champion,” the Laitrin said respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun took the flask, gave a slight nod, and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting inside the church was about to end; it was time for him to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the Battle Sister Ajelede, the Laitrin, or the Cadia people, all stared at Zhou Yun with dazed expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still didn’t understand what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ajelede couldn’t suppress her curiosity and moved closer to see what had occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Bai Lu, were his remaining five bullets fired into your hook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! He shot fast, but only hit one can—why did you give up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Show us the can!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the crowd gather around him, the Laitrin host raised the can and shook it vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rattling clatter came from inside the can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment of silence filled the air, then the crowd erupted in shocked exclamations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the can held more than one bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the can’s body bore only a single bullet hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Six bullets—all inside the can!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Laitrin host solemnly raised the can high:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But only one bullet hole!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have a true champion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers erupted in cheers and admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ajelede couldn’t help but gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant Zhou Yun had fired six shots in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first bullet struck, the remaining five all passed through the same hole into the same can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nearly divine skill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even she, a Battle Sister, could never accomplish this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither could the Cadia or Laitrin men around them—all expert marksmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Champion!” Ajelede couldn’t help but join the Laitrin and Cadia in shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the church, only the roar of celebration remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun returned to the church, the wine flask full of liquor in hand, looking pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting inside the church was nearly concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commanders on the laser communicator noticed Zhou Yun’s return, gave him a slight nod, and then severed their connections one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The general strategy has been settled—we will abandon over sixty percent of Asford’s districts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Droster stood and looked at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Necessary,” Zhou Yun nodded slightly in agreement with Droster’s reasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only three million Imperial Guard existed across the entire star system, even fewer on Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men could not hold a planet with thirty billion inhabitants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ferdia City will be the main battlefield. The districts we hold will be those currently under your full control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhou Yun’s approval, Droster continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll discuss the detailed deployment for each district later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The key now is evacuating the Undercity’s residents. Sister Ajelede will assist you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Droster’s gaze flickered slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed the patterned wine flask at Zhou Yun’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun grinned, lifted the flask, and shook it toward Droster. “My spoils.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just won it back from a group of Laitrin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Droster’s face twitched—part pain, part anguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively reached out, clutching his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That flask… is the one stolen from me by the Laitrin… it contains my precious Amasek…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This chapter combines two parts, four thousand characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1984,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0821bf956ea09e7c4af55a82d3c1c7ed8ad71676117429176f78eaddbc2f6af5","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-103","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-101",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]