[{"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-103":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},2264926,4422,"Chapter 103: The Shattered Planet and the Grassland Rider","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-103",103,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun slowly opened his eyes from bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the noise from outside flooded his ears, his drowsiness vanished quickly in the morning light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Na’s faint breathing sounded beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since returning from the Undernest, the girl had barely woken up—not even eating a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her body showed no signs of illness; she was perfectly healthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun could only guess the Emperor was up to something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After glancing at Na, Zhou Yun yawned and climbed out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned toward the small window in the door to look outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The already crowded crowd below had become even more packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evacuation of the Undernest had begun; residents from other districts were flooding into Zhou Yun’s district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people gathered along the streets, building crude shanties from scrap materials to crowd inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some clever residents even set up small stalls and started doing business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Viceroy shut down the exchange of Blood Coins for Blood Stones, people had reverted to barter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lho cigarettes had replaced Blood Coins as the new hard currency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bargaining voices echoed through the streets all night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Zhou Yun not gained the ability to fall asleep instantly, his sleep quality would have been terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a light knock came at Zhou Yun’s iron door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rose and opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood a figure clad in gleaming silver armor, shining under the nest’s lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle Sister Agleide stood outside Zhou Yun’s door, flanked by two younger Battle Sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Rose Battle Sisters were tasked with evacuating Asford’s residents alongside Ark Gang members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Undernest residents were devout Imperial Cult followers; Battle Sisters earned their trust more easily than the Astral Militia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally stationed on Laixi were ten thousand Battle Sisters; Magda, the Grand Sister, had specially reassigned two thousand to aid Asford’s evacuation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly one or two Battle Sisters now oversaw each district of the Undernest—their workload was immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun noticed the dark circles under Agleide’s eyes and the small St. Guilliman sticker on her silver power armor—a crude sketch, childlike, un-sacred yet cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was just given to me by a child on the street,” Agleide said, slightly embarrassed, sensing Zhou Yun’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m surprisingly popular with children,” the winged figure in the white light also noticed the sticker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You look exhausted,” Zhou Yun nodded slightly. “Sleep is important.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine,” Agleide rubbed her eyes. “Much better than on Laixi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t know what we did on Laixi—we were assigned to convert the locals to worship the Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the locals held many superstitious beliefs; Magda hoped for gentler methods, but sometimes extreme measures were unavoidable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially the Salt Goddess cult—we constantly clashed with them and were often called butchers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle Sister Agleide gave a bitter laugh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, though tiring, at least the people are devout Imperial Cult followers—and they don’t spit at us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded. He knew the situation on Laixi; Magda was a moderate, but Battle Sisters’ proselytizing always involved death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that Salt Goddess cult was no innocent sect—it had long been infiltrated by the schemers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me, Lord Zhou Yun,” Agleide rubbed her tired cheeks. “We’ve been wasting time—where is the girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agleide’s eyes held curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun told her what he knew about Na.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agleide listened, still skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor truly manifested in a girl, this child could be venerated as a living saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded gently, turned, lifted Na from the bed, and walked back to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This child is in your care now,” Zhou Yun said, handing Na to Agleide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Zhou Yun planned to do next made it impossible to drag along a child perpetually asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best course was to entrust her to the Battle Sisters for protection and transport to safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether or not this child is truly chosen by the Emperor, we will protect her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agleide spoke solemnly, as if to reassure Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest assured,” Agleide said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun paused slightly: “No, I’ve always been confident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Given her current state, I suspect the Emperor has other plans for her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before those plans are fulfilled, the Emperor won’t let her come to harm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun spoke his thoughts aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the winged figure in the white light had both suspected Na’s condition was the Emperor’s preparation for some future purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agleide, hearing this, widened her eyes in shock, even showing shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the two younger sisters behind her looked stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such profound faith—it shames me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agleide, misunderstanding entirely, bowed deeply with a reverent eagle salute:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are right—we need only be loyal; the Emperor will guard His children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun wanted to say he hadn’t meant that at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But faced with Agleide and the two young sisters’ reverent gazes, he found himself speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing Na in her arms, Agleide bowed slightly to Zhou Yun and hurried away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her duties remained overwhelming; countless outsiders had flooded the district, making it ever more crowded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agleide had to protect this vital district, ensuring no Chaos cultists or schemers slipped in to cause chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stepped out of the house where he’d lived for so long—he likely wouldn’t return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War was coming; old things would change irrevocably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That blue-feathered bird atop the highest heavens might be annoying, but his doctrine of change held truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun walked through the crowded throng, noticing paper cutouts, statues, and decorations of St. Guilliman hanging from every shanty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because the Tyranids were coming that Asford’s people now sought inner peace from St. Guilliman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun wondered, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You,” the winged figure in the white light shook his head at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blinked in confusion—was this thing brighter than usual today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun pondered, a pleading voice suddenly rose beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, for the sake of St. Guilliman, let me read for you.” A hoarse, unpleasant child’s voice spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked down and realized he’d stopped before a stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it lay a set of crude paper cards; behind it sat a thin, unattractive girl, about Na’s age, her face weary and hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Tarot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, many stalls on the streets offered Emperor Tarot readings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With disaster approaching, people always sought some sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun himself had dabbled in it a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most street fortune-tellers simply drew random cards and made up wild interpretations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To truly use Emperor Tarot required real skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason the white light figure and Na gave accurate readings was because both possessed strong spiritual power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing the girl’s hopeful eyes, Zhou Yun sighed softly and looked at her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead. Let’s see if you’re any different from the street con artists.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun crouched down before the thin girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped a Lho cigarette into her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes filled with gratitude as she clumsily shuffled the cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, she’d only just started this trade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun drew a card from the makeshift deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The card depicted a planet, like a shattered egg, cracked and fractured, its massive fragments drifting in the void of space—Card Fifty-Two: The Shattered World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Foretelling massive conflict and the death of a world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eye twitched slightly; he drew the next card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The card showed a vast grassland, where a rider on a snow-white steed held an eagle aloft on his arm—Card Five: The Grassland Rider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Foretelling imminent danger or salvation, depending on the previous card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, the two meant: a threat capable of destroying a planet was approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at the girl in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You really can read them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again these two?” the girl muttered sadly. “Sorry, sir, I don’t know what’s wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every time I draw at my stall, I get these two cards—I’ll return your money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This girl has a slight psychic talent,\" said the winged figure within the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slight psychic talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many psychics possess only slight psychic talent; they are often just luckier or better at divination, and may never realize they are psychics in their entire lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little one really has something to her, but judging by her appearance, that’s precisely why her business is so poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every card she draws is the same—who would want to come to her for a reading?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the girl could react from her surprise, Zhou Yun pulled out a few more cigarettes from his pocket and shoved them into her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re more capable than those fraudster street fortune-tellers, but few people recognize talent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the girl could recover from her shock, Zhou Yun stood up and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1425,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a646e73eaa81dde88fd1b6e0dc596d3c94816a35e25cb8e37b0192b7fc25b851","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-104","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-102",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]