[{"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-11":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},2264834,4422,"Chapter 11: I Am! Lion!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun used his psychic force to move the two gang members, who had passed out from head-butting each other, to a corner behind the pipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected that after climbing down, he’d immediately encounter two gang members on patrol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking back since entering that abandoned district, his luck had been terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First he encountered the Gene Thief Cult, then got drunk until his head throbbed, boarded a rattling train, met two hooded men who seemed like cultists halfway, and now, just entering Old District Eight, he ran into two gang members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help wondering if he’d been cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he should find someone to cast a reading for him using the Emperor’s Tarot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not let me prophesy for you?” said the winged figure within the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I don’t trust you,” Zhou Yun shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the winged figure within the white light fluffed its feathers, and a pure white glow appeared before Zhou Yun’s eyes, forming a stack of thin cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each card bore strange, mystical patterns, each seemingly carrying unique symbolic meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Draw one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this still the Emperor’s Tarot?” Zhou Yun couldn’t help complaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor’s Tarot was said to be a divination method designed by the Emperor himself, linked to His thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though we can’t explain why the Emperor would create such a street-superstition-style thing, the Emperor’s Tarot is indeed one of the few reliable and low-risk divination methods in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Space Marines, the Inquisition, and even the Ecclesiarchy all use the Emperor’s Tarot, though their methods are far more refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike most hive-dwellers, who simply pull a few cards from a crude deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Draw one and try,” said the winged figure within the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun firmly shook his head—even the Emperor’s Tarot, he didn’t want this entity from the Warp to read for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, I’ll draw one myself,” the winged figure within the white light wasn’t offended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a card on his own and showed it to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Major Arcana, numbered 14, depicting an angel holding two small crucibles, pouring liquid from the left crucible into the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what made Zhou Yun frown was that the angel on this card bore not pure white wings, but a pair of rotting, scaled wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The upright position signifies patience; the reversed position signifies communication. A cooperation requiring both patience and communication will bring you success.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the white light whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And secretly, it indicates that your partner in cooperation is guided by some higher force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fourteen—that’s two sevens,” Zhou Yun muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven, the sacred number of Nurgle, plus the crucibles and scaled wings—this wasn’t metaphor anymore, it was an outright sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun felt a chill crawl up his scalp; he became even more certain he was cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, footsteps echoed beside Zhou Yun’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively turned his head toward the source of the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the corner of the pipe zone emerged two figures clad in brown hoods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong was frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent the future shown by the “Angel” from coming true,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he and his brother had risked their lives climbing up from the Underhive, sneaking into this abandoned Old District Eight to locate the relic that could open the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the PDF outpost, which likely recorded the relic’s location, had been buried under collapsed rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Mong anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Mong’s anxiety, his brother Malkit remained patient, as the “Angel” had taught him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>perhaps why he was more favored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit decided to temporarily avoid the patrolling gang members,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>intending to use the corrosive digestive fluid granted by the “Angel” to eat through the ceiling above the PDF outpost and create a passage down to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this might take several days to complete—Mong couldn’t accept that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Viceroy now barely governed the Underhive, people like them were still unwelcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer they delayed, the more trouble they’d attract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you understand? Our time is precious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We aren’t welcome up here—maybe at the next corner someone will spot us and—huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they passed a corner of the pipe zone, Mong said to his brother Malkit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he finished speaking, Mong felt a gaze fixed upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly turned his head and saw a man staring at them from beside the pipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man wore a ridiculous toy hat, but when Mong saw his face, he couldn’t laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the hat was a deep, solemn face—with golden lion-like hair and beard, cold as frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong instinctively felt fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant those eyes embedded in the deep face locked onto him, his malformed heart nearly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to see within those eyes a vast, deepest, darkest, icy forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that forest swarmed shadows and corrupted beasts, countless dark, forbidden, unspeakable things slithering in concealment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this man, it seemed, had lived since birth within this pitch-black forest, severed from the human world, hunting those blasphemous beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Mong and his brother, the man frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Mong thought he saw a lion crouched in darkness, waiting to hunt them both as prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong faintly heard the “Angel” screaming in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike his brother, who could clearly hear the “Angel’s” guidance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he only caught fragmented, unclear whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still felt the “Angel’s” cry filled with fear and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Angel” was shrieking fragmented phrases:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The First!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So similar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not him!! The build is wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Angel” was terrified by that face—just a face had thrown the “Angel” into panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong glanced at his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw that his brother had frozen in place, stunned by the “Angel’s” cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong realized the danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiftly reached for his waist, drew his dagger, rusted crimson with corrosion, and slashed his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood, thick with corrosion and poison, coated the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the bloody dagger, Mong charged without hesitation toward the cold-faced man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mong! Stop!” came his brother’s cry from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mong saw only the man with the ridiculous hat, lion-like in appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fingers on the ridiculous hat suddenly pointed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1021,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e3a1c489cffd02583511105e51583739ec63b6a2d97eebcfdfee16e64fbb46be","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-12","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-10",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]