[{"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-116":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},2264939,4422,"Chapter 116: Dante and Mephiston","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-116",116,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at Lag, lying on the ground and moaning in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou… Zhou Yun, brother…” Lag’s voice dragged out, his already gray-white face turning even paler from blood loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag gasped in short, ragged breaths, his voice thick with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy was a bastard and a jerk, and he’d screwed Zhou Yun over more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But down in the Lower Nest, he wasn’t particularly evil, and he was someone Zhou Yun had known for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him on the verge of death, Zhou Yun still felt a flicker of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you’d never die,” Zhou Yun said, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag was always good at staying alive—he’d survived countless gang wars, earning the nickname “The Legendary Survivor of the Lower Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his survival skills seemed useless against the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m so unlucky,” Lag whimpered, tears welling in his eyes: “I—I actually killed that gun-worm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But… but I wanted to grab the gun it dropped. I had no idea the gun was alive. It fired at me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Lag’s words, Zhou Yun fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but rub his temples, and that small flicker of pity vanished instantly, because:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you read the little booklet I issued? ‘Tyranid Biology for Ork Dummies.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I specifically wrote in bold, red, oversized letters: The gun of a gun-worm is a symbiotic Tyranid organism. After killing the gun-worm, you must finish off the flesh-eating gun. Never attempt to pick up or use any Tyranid weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Yun wrote that Tyranid biology guide, he anticipated exactly this kind of gang thug behavior—and emphasized it heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lag clearly hadn’t read a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaaaaaaah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zhou Yun’s words, Lag’s voice stretched out in despair:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I thought… I get headaches just looking at books.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but shake his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t blame anyone else,” he sighed. “You died for the Emperor. Your soul will return to the Golden Throne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… Zhou Yun, brother,” Lag said, face twisted in pain: “I haven’t even tasted Axemar wine. I want to drink it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re thinking about wine now? Where am I supposed to get you Axemar at a time like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where could he possibly find a bottle of Axemar right now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he ran back and forth, Lag would be dead—right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze, then remembered—he actually had a flask of Axemar on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re lucky,” Zhou Yun said, shrugging, and pulled the ornate wine flask from his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flask had once belonged to General Drostron, later stolen by the Lighters, then won by Zhou Yun in a shooting contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was precisely the vintage Axemar wine Drostron had cherished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Lag saw the flask, his eyes lit up: “Axemar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun, brother, let me take just one sip. Just one! Then I’ll die happy!” Lag pleaded, eyes full of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gestured for Lag to open his mouth. Lag immediately did so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun uncorked the flask and poured the translucent wine into Lag’s mouth. Lag drank deeply, beaming with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his expression instantly shifted from delight to disgust and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-no… it’s awful,” Lag groaned, his eyes hollow with shattered illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way—this is General Drostron’s private stash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun picked up the flask and took a sip himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pah. Spicy and fishy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat it out immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was even worse than the red brews brewed by Old One-Eye, packed with tech and grimdark additives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Axemar was too high in alcohol—its taste was nothing but fire and burn. One sip made Zhou Yun feel his mouth was on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drostron’s taste must’ve been bizarrely unique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can it be this awful?” Lag said, voice empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag had spent his whole life dreaming of tasting Axemar, and now, on the brink of death, he discovered the thing he’d chased for decades tasted like poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Over here! There’s a wounded man here!” Before Zhou Yun could finish, a medic, accompanied by other Astra Militarum soldiers, hurried over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Zhou Yun,” the medic gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun paused, then remembered: because the swarm had withdrawn, casualties among the Astra Militarum had been light, and medics weren’t overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched the medic kneel down to treat Lag, and his lips twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there still a chance he’ll recover?” Zhou Yun asked, looking at the medic and Lag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.This?” The medic pointed at Lag. “In Cadia, this would be a minor wound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medic injected a serum into Lag’s body. Lag let out a scream. The medic nearly dropped his surgical tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*SLAP!* The medic slapped Lag hard across the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you howling about? It’s just a few ruptured intestines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Inject your own anesthetic. Now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the medic work with practiced efficiency, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but rub his forehead and shake his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Tyranid swarm couldn’t kill the Legendary Survivor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Vengeance Blade, the Astropaths and Navigators were dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this Battle Barge of the Blood Angels was slowly piercing through the thick warp shadows like a blade sinking into a swamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the dense shadows woven by the Hive Mind, terrifying bestial roars echoed intermittently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Dante had faced countless horrors over his long life, the hunger-filled voices from the warp shadows still chilled him to the core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vengeance Blade had to briefly return to realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warp shadows had grown denser, making warp travel increasingly difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, Dante ordered the crew to press forward at maximum speed, regardless of sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the forces of the Underhive System could not possibly resist the Tyranid swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If sacrifice could get the Vengeance Blade to the Underhive System faster, save more lives, destroy more Tyranids, and ultimately save Baal—then it was all worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as they neared the Underhive System, Dante realized the Navigators and Astropaths needed rest and recovery to rebuild the psychic strength required to pierce the shadows enveloping the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Vengeance Blade began traveling at sub-light speed through realspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tangible vibration and hum, mixed with the scent of machine oil, filled Dante’s nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded him they had temporarily returned to the stable realspace, not the terrifying warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s physical fatigue eased slightly, but his inner weariness remained heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante turned a corner and entered a dimly lit chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright candles burned in the room, their pale light flickering on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange texts Dante couldn’t understand were scribbled in every corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the center of the room, waiting for Dante, was an Astartes brother—pale as death, his hair more white than gold, clad in crimson power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was dry and hollow, soft as the whispering night sounds with no discernible source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante looked at the man before him and sensed… that his Chief Librarian’s inner essence leaned closer to darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that was why he had arranged this room almost entirely in shadow—it felt like a temple dedicated to the dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante often suspected his Chief Librarian was a corpse who didn’t need to breathe—he’d suspected it more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mephiston,” Dante spoke his Chief Librarian’s name: “Do we really need this room so dark?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not out of aversion, my Lord. Night simply enhances psychic potential.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston lowered his head slightly, gazing at the exquisitely crafted Emperor’s Tarot cards on the table:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, the guidance you seek is not simple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had clearly prepared everything before Dante arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante intended to seek guidance—even with doubts, he still asked Mephiston to use the Emperor’s Tarot to inquire the Emperor’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s past experiences had proven the Emperor’s Tarot was effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And divination performed through rigorous rituals by powerful, loyal psykers was even more potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Dante often harbored doubts about his Chief Librarian—he could always faintly sense something unnatural within Mephiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Blood Angel who had overcome Black Rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Mephiston was still known as Calistarius, he had been consumed by Crimson Hunger and Black Rage, assigned to the Death Company to atone with his final death and escape the torment of bloodlust and madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Mephiston survived a near-fatal ordeal and ultimately overcame Black Rage through some unknown means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dante knew this process must have irrevocably changed his Chief Librarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his loyalty was beyond doubt. Dante thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked up to Mephiston and gazed at the Emperor’s Tarot on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord, what troubles your heart? What do you seek to know?” Mephiston’s dry, hollow voice gained a hint of authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I seek the Emperor’s guidance. How stands the Acheron System?” Dante asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston slowly drew three cards from the deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first showed a shattered planet, an omen of great calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Shattered Planet—the Acheron System has nearly fallen,” Mephiston said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he and Dante turned to the second card: a Cadia warrior standing atop a fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Fortress World of Cadia—the mortal Astra Militarum still hold firm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brought joy and approval to Dante’s eyes: the mortals had held their ground; all was not lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then their gazes fell upon the third card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The third card—the Machine God—signifies our hope. Huh??”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midway through his sentence, Mephiston’s voice suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the Machine God’s card: a deity formed of ever-turning gears and machinery against a crimson velvet backdrop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in an instant, the velvet seemed to turn blue, and the gear-and-machine deity transformed into a blue lynx.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vision vanished in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What… does this portend?” Dante asked, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston shook his head, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t understand!” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1622,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fe76669a00cd6cbb4912e170319b1245ce1dd57859edc14d5364682c330ad308","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-117","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-115",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]