[{"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-111":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},2264934,4422,"Chapter 111: The Traveler Anlakai","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-111",111,"\u003Cp>The pale green flame of Gao Si’s energy rifle illuminated the pitch-black Pertita.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler, stepped onto this frozen planet, his body radiating a pale blue glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His precious warriors, the towering Undying Necrons, walked beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the age when Necrons were Stillborn, these Undying warriors were the professional soldiers of the Stillborn Dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their metallic bodies were larger and more robust than ordinary Necrons, advancing like hammers along the battle line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemies blocking their path were the grotesque, mad Skinsawers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were Anlakai’er’s own kin, now transformed into deranged monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies hunched and draped in simian skin and flesh, their metallic frames sprouted razor-sharp claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Skinsawer Curse was a curse placed upon the Necrons by a dead Star God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler, found this infuriating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These infected ones were undeniably a stain upon the Necron Empire’s eternal dominion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the dynasty slumbering beneath this planet, Pertita, had clearly been infected by this same stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It makes me want to vomit,” Anlakai’er, the Traveler, said with revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had long since lost the ability to vomit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cleanse these Necrons who have succumbed to the ‘Landugor’ Curse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landugor was the name of the Star God—the Skinsawer “Landugor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons had truly killed Him, not merely shattered Him into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus Landugor cursed the Necrons, spreading a blasphemous cognitive virus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those infected by it descended into madness, craving the flesh of the living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler’s, soldiers eradicated the Skinsawers wandering the planet’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, other Necrons, their bodies enveloped in orange light, began appearing on the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their orange-red glow mimicked stellar radiance, bathing the frozen world in light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In stark contrast to Anlakai’er, the Traveler’s cold blue aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Meifurei Dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler, coldly recalled the identity of the slumbering royal nest on this planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruler of this dynasty was the Overlord Zalasusa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dynasty excelled in harnessing stellar energy, knowing how to use a star’s immense heat as power or weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been awakened by the alarm of Tyranid invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that same alarm had summoned Anlakai’er, the Traveler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike his deranged kin, erratic and brimming with destructive urges,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come to reforge the great Necron dominion; thus he could not allow the Tyranids to devour his kin’s worlds—or the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came to protect. He came to aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler, moved his metallic frame toward the Necrons glowing with orange light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Anlakai’er, the Traveler. I am the Overlord. I am the Awakener. I come to reunite all Necron dynasties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler, declared with pride, head held high:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am your aid. Be grateful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons glowing with orange light stared blankly at Anlakai’er, the Traveler, like true corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh,” they replied to Anlakai’er’s lengthy proclamation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler, was instantly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed these kin’s minds had been damaged by their long slumber. May their ruler still retain basic sanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take me to your Overlord,” Anlakai’er, the Traveler, said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons glowing with orange light shifted their metallic bodies slightly, clearing a path for Anlakai’er, the Traveler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Great ‘One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken,’ Zalasusa, awaits you,” said the Necrons glowing with orange light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foolish title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anlakai’er, the Traveler, thought, as he followed the orange-glowing Necrons into the dark mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a crimson sofa, Viceroy Augustus Flax lay like a pile of slumped mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swirled a crystal goblet in his hand; the rare red wine within swayed, filling the air with the scent of alcohol and grapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the underground palace he had designed and planned for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Tyranids descended upon the planet, Augustus Flax had hidden here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was not ignorant of events beyond. Long before the Tyranids arrived, he had released numerous Servitor Skulls into the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could use them to observe conditions within the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets of the Lower Nest of Fudia were packed with terrifying Tyranid creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax watched them crawl across the ground, devouring everything within sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Imperial Guard had clearly prepared in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before evacuating, they had planted explosives in certain buildings; when the Tyranids, drawn by the scent of biomass, entered, the explosives detonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the districts still held by the Imperial Guard, they had erected street fortifications along narrow alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cadian shock troops and local Asford thugs guarded these fortifications together?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax spotted a familiar figure atop one of the fortifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure noticed the hovering Servitor Skull, smiled, and looked up toward it. Augustus Flax felt his muscles lock rigidly; his whole body trembled involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood before the Servitor Skull, staring at him, lips curled in a chilling smile, his gaze piercing through the skull as if directly stabbing into Augustus Flax’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his laser rifle and pulled the trigger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A searing laser beam shot toward Augustus Flax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh!!!!” Augustus Flax screamed in terror, as if the laser had truly pierced his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Servitor Skull was shot down. Augustus Flax immediately switched to other nearby Servitor Skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even shift the feed, those skulls exploded under a barrage of laser beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax nearly vomited from fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He curled up, hastily switching the feed away from the Servitor Skull near Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The displays on the servitors continued showing the Tyranid-occupied city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight, oddly, brought Augustus Flax a sense of relief—as if the planet’s fate had nothing to do with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a shadow flashed past the Servitor Skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massive, six-to-seven-meter-tall abomination, covered in chitinous armor and bearing four sharp limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It twisted its triangular head toward the Servitor Skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its horrifying eyes glowed with malice, hatred, and resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax’s crystal goblet shattered on the ground, crimson wine pooling into a dark stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tiberius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax whispered his brother’s name through clenched teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was coming. It was coming for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rubbed his eyes and woke from the Lower Nest’s fortification line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imperial Guard soldiers often say tomorrow and death arrive unpredictably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, for the Imperial Guard, tomorrow arrived first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stretched his limbs and rose from his ground mat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Droster sat beside him, exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Incredible,” General Droster sighed. “Amid gunfire, artillery, and the Tyranids’ shrieks, you still managed to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, the Tyranids had only launched minor harassment raids, yet the sounds of war had been deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Droster prided himself on his battle-hardened endurance, yet he could not match Zhou Yun’s ability to sleep soundly on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had lain down on his mat and fallen into sweet sleep in less than a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Droster could only envy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing General Droster’s weary expression, Zhou Yun knew he had not rested well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday’s daytime battle had successfully repelled the Hive Fleet’s first assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids needed time to digest the six-tenths of the Lower Nest they had captured, and time to hatch and produce new units to gather strength for their next attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadian Shock Troopers gained brief rest; Zhou Yun, General Droster, and Leina each got some sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long did I sleep?” Zhou Yun rubbed his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About three hours,” General Droster replied wearily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sleep quality paled beside Zhou Yun’s; exhaustion clung to every inch of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun exhaled slowly, as if expelling yesterday’s fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a mortal, not an Astartes or Primarch—he still grew tired and worn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fortunately, his current sleep quality was high; three hours of rest was enough to dispel much of his weariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to rest a little longer?” Zhou Yun stood up, looking at the exhausted General Droster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew General Droste had undergone a life-extension procedure, but he still showed signs of aging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cardians are not this fragile,” General Droste said, his tone suddenly tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, his body straight as a man far younger than a hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, Zhou Yun felt General Droste’s exhaustion had vanished into thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon Zhou Yun realized General Droste had merely buried his exhaustion deep within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today will likely be another hard fight,” General Droste said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hive swarm has already secured a foothold at Asford; digestors, capillary towers, and hatcheries must already be under construction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and stronger Tyranic creatures will appear within the hive city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the gene-thieves have yet to show themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the two stepped out onto the street bastion, Leina and Old One-eye stood beside a table behind it, frowning at the map on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1435,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2ef696251846919c23304116a582187132d94a3fe53ad4e014a1dc85c4484b40","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-112","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-110",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]