[{"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-113":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},2264936,4422,"Chapter 113","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-113",113,"\u003Cp>Three streams of biochemical plasma surged from the biological mega-cannons mounted on the back of the ion-cannon beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ferocious Tyranid behemoth was a specialized assault unit forged by the Hive Mind, its searing plasma cannons capable of burning through any armor and shattering any line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind saw Zhou Yun’s figure through the eyes of its Tyranid creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun suddenly appeared in the exact center of the street, like a phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shattered the surrounding Tyranids with some form of psychic power and pulled a crimson cloak from nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun held the cloak like a matador, standing before the Tyranid horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackling lightning roared through the street as the plasma surged like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the Hive Mind and the Astra Militarum soldiers behind the lines watched this scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun lightly waved the crimson cloak in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloak collided with the plasma streams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloak was so thin, it looked like a child’s toy draped over his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the plasma, roaring as if to burn the entire street to ash, struck it as if hitting layers of thick void shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves of air rippled outward, but not a single spark of lightning crossed beyond the cloak in Zhou Yun’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plasma piled up before Zhou Yun, nearly forming a dazzling wall of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood like a dam before the flood, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even General Droster, commanding from the high barricade, wore a look of bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the hell did Zhou Yun do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some psychic power? An ancient technological artifact? Or an alien relic?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get used to it, Hakimi,” Leina said in a voice laced with strange syllables. “God knows where Zhou Yun found all these bizarre tech relics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could he really be some hidden Grand Omnissiah of the Mechanicus?” General Droster muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhou Yun in the street’s center sharply swung the rebounding cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hurricane erupted from the cloak, sending waves surging across the plasma streams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun swung the cloak, the plasma streams were violently flung back toward the Tyranid horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless low-tier Tyranids frantically clustered together, piling into layers of flesh walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Hive Mind’s carefully designed anti-line plasma streams were too powerful—even they couldn’t withstand them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sizzling sound of burning flesh never ceased; the flesh walls formed by low-tier Tyranids turned to ash in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The larger, slower Baonveshou  and ion-cannon beasts had no time to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their massive bodies slammed head-on into the plasma streams they had fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the torrent of lightning, even their thick chitinous armor burned through in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crackling current faded, three Baonveshou  and three ion-cannon beasts lay dead at the street’s end, their charred corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath their carbonized chitin, their corrosive flesh had been burned black and crisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Baonveshou ’s long-range armor-piercing fire silenced, the Leman Russ tanks of the Astra Militarum quickly regrouped and rolled forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire and shells concentrated on the last two Executioners, then rained down on the remaining horde—flesh flew everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun flashed away, stuffing the corpses of the Tyranid behemoths into his fourth-dimensional pocket, then reappeared atop the barricade in the same motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are things in the other districts?” Zhou Yun asked as he approached General Droster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this district had been attacked by Tyranid behemoths, the others must have suffered similar fates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the nature of the Leviathan Hive Fleet: it adapted tactics swiftly to exploit battlefield conditions, leaving opponents no time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After yesterday’s failed swarm tactics, the Leviathan Hive Fleet had switched today to behemoth assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had struck right at the Astra Militarum’s weakest point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astra Militarum reinforcements sent to Asford suffered from severe manpower shortages, forcing them to rely on narrow terrain to form defensive lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the lines collapsed under Tyranid behemoths, the Cadian Shock Troops could not possibly hold back the endless hordes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Terrible,” General Droster replied, his expression grim. “Many districts’ lines have already been shattered by Tyranid behemoths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need to fall back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly—it was exactly what they had anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lower City holding out this long was already at its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, General Droster’s plan had been for the Lower City to fall on the first day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surviving this long was already a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, shrinking the front and concentrating the scarce Cadian Shock Troops to defend the Upper City was the wiser strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking advantage of the slain behemoths and the temporary suppression of the horde, the Cadian Shock Troops executed an orderly retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face of Saint Guilliman was gentle and kind, as if burdened by all the sufferings of humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood at the three-way intersection, gazing up at the stone statue that had stood there for ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its base lay many candles, some extinguished, others still glowing with faint, hazy orange light—collectively forming a sea of stars at Saint Guilliman’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These lit candles were the faithful prayers of Asford’s citizens, begging Saint Guilliman to protect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were offered by Astra Militarum soldiers, praying for Saint Guilliman to bless their weapons and grant them victory over humanity’s enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the flames, the stone statue of Saint Guilliman held a spear, pointing toward the former location of Old One-Eye’s Spear Tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tavern was now empty; the last of its liquor had been given by Old One-Eye to the surrounding Astra Militarum soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This three-way intersection would be one of the last strongholds of the Cadian Shock Troops in the Lower City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would hold it, guarding the passage to the Upper City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two massive stone statues beside Saint Guilliman, their origin unknown, had been blown over; the rubble now blocked two roads, forming a barrier against the horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Droster had even considered blowing up Saint Guilliman’s statue itself as a final defensive obstacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had abandoned the idea, fearing it would crush morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, blowing it up wouldn’t matter much,” said the winged figure within Bai Guang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I agree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not Saint Guilliman,” Zhou Yun glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what his connection to Saint Guilliman might be, the Divination Machine of Right and Wrong had confirmed he was not Saint Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe I am,” the winged figure in Bai Guang rebutted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a magnificent statue,” said General Droster, walking up beside Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the towering statue of Saint Guilliman, his face weary yet reverent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly; after so long, he had grown accustomed to the statue’s presence and rarely truly observed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did he realize how exquisitely crafted it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though carved from a single massive rock, the statue rendered Saint Guilliman’s wings with the lightness of feathers and his silk robes with the flow of liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face bore both mercy and authority, paired with the sharp spear—making Saint Guilliman appear as a noble saint who fought with compassion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder he’s the Empire’s most popular Primarch,” General Droster sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Ultima Segmentum, Saint Guilliman was the most venerated Primarch on most worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially here in Asford, near Baal—this grand, exquisite statue clearly cost a fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why he wasn’t the most popular in the Ultima Segmentum, one must mention a certain famous landmark on Macragge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha, a hundred thousand years ago, Guilliman was among the least popular of our brothers—barely more popular than Konrad and Angron.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in Bai Guang sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never imagined that after a hundred thousand years, his popularity would nearly catch up to mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s got endless blue sons and grandsons,” Zhou Yun said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was inevitable: the Space Marines’ gene-seed was stable and reliable, their Successor Chapters countless—planets easily came to revere Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels, while second only to the Space Marines in numbers, had an extremely unstable gene-seed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of their Chapters, ravaged by its flaws, were too horrific to inspire reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your offspring have many fine ones, but also many… tsk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Extreme slave-system enthusiasts, periodic massacres of their homeworld’s civilians, deceived by Chaos Daemons into blood-addiction, convinced their father was Guilliman, treating Black Rage and Bloodlust as divine gene-gifts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun listed the extreme behaviors of certain Blood Angels Chapters as if reciting familiar facts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time Zhou Yun spoke, the winged figure in Bai Guang trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Rage and Bloodlust had always been the curses Chanrao ing the descendants of Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ten thousand years of his death, many Chapters had embraced these curses to varying degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, many Blood Angels had revived the tradition of blood-drinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet some Successor Chapters, despite being deeply afflicted by their gene-seed’s curses, still upheld the noble ideals of the old Ninth Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Falling to Black Rage and Bloodlust isn’t entirely their fault,” the winged figure in Bai Guang said, his voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt it was his absence that caused these corruptions—and thus, he took responsibility for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at the winged figure in Bai Guang and sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t think it was anyone’s fault. If blame must be assigned… the flaw in the Ninth Legion’s gene-seed might have been intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You hate Guilliman, don’t you, because he had a mother?” Zhou Yun changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Primarchs, many had foster fathers—but few had foster mothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many original bodies had adoptive fathers, but few had adoptive mothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is rumor—Rus doesn’t particularly like Guilliman, but Rus has his own she-wolf mother too,” the winged figure in the white light rebutted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leman Russ was raised on Fenris by a “she-wolf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But there are no wolves on Fenris,” Zhou Yun shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering there are no wolves on Fenris, Leman Russ may be one of the Primarchs closest to having both parents alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem to know far too many little secrets,” the winged figure in the white light couldn’t help saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun, General Droste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s voice suddenly rang out as she hurried toward Zhou Yun and General Droste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You absolutely won’t believe what’s happened, Demacia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice carried strange, meaningless syllables:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The nobles—the nobles of the Upper Nest—have come with their private armies to support us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Zhou Yun’s expression flickered in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobles? All the nobles of Asford, under Viceroy Augustus Flax, had long since sunk into apathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bastards had all hidden in their own shelters, trying to escape the disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had they suddenly emerged, actively bringing their private armies to support the Astra Militarum?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyes flickered slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1762,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","12f6751906de33e3a58320e7eb7373e830c933e70c12306a5683f2133a45908a","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-114","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-112",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]