[{"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-110":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},2264933,4422,"Chapter 110: The Silver Skeleton Cloaked in Flesh and Skin","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-110",110,"\u003Cp>“A good start,” General Drostron rubbed his bony fingers over his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was one hundred and eighty years old, having witnessed countless wars, yet the war on Asford still exhausted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for Zhou Yun’s performance in District Thirteen, he would have been even more drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The artillery I stationed along the Fortress Belt held back the Tyranid reinforcements for a long time, giving us—and you—your chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron said in a low voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The main Tyranid force landed on the nest outskirts; Lord Zhou Yun led his troops to intercept them. By the time they retreated, the Tyranids had gained nothing but an empty district—a bitter lesson for the swarm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, we were targeted by a Lictor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of “Lictor,” Sister Magda’s heart clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke in a low tone: “It will come again, again and again, relentless in its assassinations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Magda had such a Lictor as her adversary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she was still a novice nun, it had relentlessly hunted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, she had killed it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It won’t,” Zhou Yun said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t?” Sister Magda blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to tell Zhou Yun that Lictors could resurrect again and again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but then she remembered—it was Zhou Yun who had told her that very thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… truly killed a Lictor? Its consciousness didn’t return to the Hive Mind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Magda could not suppress her shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could not fathom how Zhou Yun had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun merely smiled faintly and shook his head—he alone could accomplish this; Sister Magda had no chance to replicate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Magda could only sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We still hold forty percent of the lower hive districts and have thus repelled the swarm’s first wave. What of you?” General Drostron asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Magda sighed: “Thanks to the Emperor’s grace, it is at least good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I persuaded the local nomads—those who did not worship the Imperial Cult. The Cult had originally approved my right to purge them if necessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But now I am their protector. Their massive crawler-mechs and our Rhino transports form a convoy, moving and holding back the Tyranids falling from the sky—but there are too many of them, and our artillery is insufficient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the end, my Seraphim squad had to leap into the air with jump packs and engage the Tyranid flyers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fortunately, we barely held the line and began withdrawing toward the starport.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Sister Magda Grace’s weathered face broke into a bitter smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s ironic—I was seen killing the Lictor by the nomads.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It matched exactly their legend of the Saint slaying the Color-Changing Dragon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now they call me Saint Grace, Saint Grace the Slayer of the Color-Changing Dragon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Magda couldn’t help laughing at the irony:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you believe it? Not long ago, they called me butcher, reviling and distrusting me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now they fully believe in me, with not a trace of resentment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I asked them to worship the Emperor, they responded with frenzy. For a long time, I tried to break their superstitious beliefs—but I never expected it to work exactly at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps it is the Emperor’s design,” Lei Na suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidentally, she too had been guided by a chain of strange coincidences to found the Ark Sect, now fighting alongside the Imperial Guard in the lower hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These gang members evacuated civilians, aided in combat, guided Imperial troops through labyrinthine alleys, and pointed out hidden tunnels that might be infiltrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then it must be the best arrangement,” Sister Magda’s lips curved slightly: “Regardless, I will protect these nomads.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What of the others? How are they faring?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Magda was asking about the condition of the garrisons on other planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron could only shake his head helplessly: “I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I failed to establish communication with the soldiers on other worlds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Except for Pertita—that death world—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron paused, giving Sister Magda time to recall Pertita’s details. Pertita was the outermost planet of Asford, a frozen death world with barely breathable air, its cold enough to kill all life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had no inhabitants and was originally worthless to the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun played a trick—he advised General Drostron to gather all the death-row convicts from Asford and dump them all onto Pertita.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ravenous Tyranids would not pass up such rich biomass; part of their fleet would be drawn there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garrisons on other worlds would face less pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I received word—the cargo hold carrying the death-row convicts has been deployed onto Pertita,” General Drostron said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant Zhou Yun’s plan had succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A freezing gale sliced through the dry black rock mountains, stabbing Ivanca’s body as if a thousand gang thugs were slashing him with knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He curled up, huddled beside the wreckage of the cargo hold, trying desperately to preserve his body heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son of a bitch… who the hell did this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the cold gnawed at him, Ivanca couldn’t help cursing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Throwing us here to draw the aliens’ attention—what a fucking bastard move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca knew his fate:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either die in this icy wind, or become food for the aliens invading the Underworld System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca felt like crying, but tears wouldn’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just that unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca thought back—his misfortune began in Old District Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been a minor gang boss in the hive, ordered by his boss to lead a crew to dig out the buried Old District Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then a cultist, shaped like a lion and terrifying beyond words, appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He not only kidnapped Ivanca and carried him through the gang’s stronghold, but pulled out a strange golden ring and vanished into Old District Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Ivanca finally dug through and reached the PDF outpost inside—it was already empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing his boss would never spare him, Ivanca immediately decided to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used old contacts to find a path to the lower hive, planning to escape there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could go, the Four-Armed God Emperor’s bishop and the mutant leader of the lower hive were both killed—the entire lower hive descended into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the old boatman assigned to meet him was mysteriously murdered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too damned unlucky!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca gritted his teeth and dared to sneak into the upper hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But District Nine had been placed under total lockdown due to some heretical corruption—even the churches were torn down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca was terribly unlucky—he was caught red-handed by a Battle Sister named Ajeled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he endured brutal interrogation, confirmed not heretical, and thrown into a prison reserved only for death-row convicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly cursed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some depraved bastard had given the Imperial Guard general an idea:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bundle up all the death-row convicts and dump them onto Pertita, this death world, to distract the aliens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst luck imaginable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca clenched his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now wanted to strangle the bastards who ruined him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lion-shaped cultist, the one who killed the Four-Armed God Emperor’s bishop and the mutant leader, the one who triggered District Nine’s lockdown, and the one who suggested sending the convicts to Pertita.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These four bastards—Ivanca wanted to kill them one by one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ivanca cursed, a freezing gale swept over him, like ten thousand knives piercing his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hugged himself tighter, shivering in the corner of the damaged cargo hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many such cargo holds had been dumped onto Pertita.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some convicts with better luck had undamaged holds, offering partial shelter from the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ivanca clearly had no such fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always been this inexplicably unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca curled tighter—he wanted to cry, but the icy wind had dried his eyes, and no tears came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vaguely remembered his father, that humble hive worker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca’s father had long severed ties with him—he refused to see his son become a gang thug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca refused to become a sweat-drenched hive worker, then sire a child who would become one too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he could choose again, Ivanca would rather be a worker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this freezing wind, he even began to miss the memory of the scorching factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He missed his father—the quiet, devout hive worker who worshipped the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall, thin man who worked tirelessly for the Emperor and his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall and thin\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanca blinked, confused—he seemed to see several tall, thin figures in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They appeared and vanished in the bitter wind, yet their steps were unnaturally steady, as if the cold could not affect them at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could these people be wearing cold-resistant clothing and gear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanka’s face lit up with relief,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does this mean he’s still salvageable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanka hurried forward, afraid these people might not notice him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m here! Someone’s here!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his arms, shouting as he ran toward the figures,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he drew closer, the dimly glowing, blurred figures gradually became clear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivanka stopped in his tracks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were a group of skeletons made of pale metal, emitting an eerie orange-yellow glow, draped in human flesh caked with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, I’m so fucking unlucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were Ivanka’s last words, as a beam of light struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1506,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2131bac4acb80354de8e49c87f15aacab883fc0cfc9859024a799b733fa889d8","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-111","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-109",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]