[{"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-118":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},2264941,4422,"Chapter 118: Brainworm","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-118",118,"\u003Cp>\"So, it should... work, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light spoke with a distracted gaze,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun could tell he wasn’t certain himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to fight a brainworm squad containing Alpha-level psykers? The conclusion Zhou Yun and the winged figure in the white light reached was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use warp energy to counter warp energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The statue of Saint Guilliman, venerated for over ten thousand years in the Underhive, fused with the bricks and mortar of the church built from Bar’s crimson earth and the ashes of martyrs, the ongoing Festival of Saint Guilliman, the prayers of the Asford populace and the Astra Militarum to Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use these things to weaken the barrier between reality and the warp, to ignite a coordinate for the winged figure in the white light to reach the material universe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>allowing him to descend into Asford as a Chaos God descends into the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the winged figure in the white light,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had previously manifested many times through his connection with the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was, there were no Blood Angels in Asford now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I plan to try entering the material world through our connection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve been immersed in my psychic energy for a long time, and you yourself are not entirely a being of the material universe—perhaps it will succeed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But this will drain considerable power from me; I’ll need you to provide me with precise positioning at that moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if I cannot fully enter the material universe, I can still channel some of my power into you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What should I do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Call me,\" said the winged figure in the white light. \"Call me in a unique, conspicuous way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Countless beings across the galaxy pray to me at all times—I must distinguish your voice from the rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch.\" Zhou Yun clicked his tongue twice, stroking his chin as he thought: \"Then I’ll have them all make meatball dumplings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pointed to the Battle Sisters and Astra Militarum behind him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who were, following the winged figure’s instructions, slowly weakening the barrier between reality and the material universe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>which might have sufficed under normal circumstances,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but in the Mingfuxingxi , where warp shadows loomed, the winged figure in the white light needed an exact coordinate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>requiring Zhou Yun to lead the Battle Sisters and Astra Militarum in calling out to him, guiding him through the thick warp shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conventional prayers would be drowned out by the countless others across the galaxy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it had to be unique, conspicuous, something no other life in the galaxy would ever do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun thought for a moment, then asked for paper and pen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>scribbled furiously, wrote lines of text on the paper, and handed it to a nearby Astra Militarum soldier, gesturing for him to pass it among the praying Astra Militarum and Battle Sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-magnificent church now half-submerged in shallow water,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>water stains on the gray walls marked the church’s repeated inundations,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>massive crawler machines trudged through the splashing water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magda Grace, the Grand Sister, muttered curses under her breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cursing the damned Imperial Navy and the damned Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She waded through the shallow water, waving her arms to direct muddy crawler vehicles forward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>these behemoths were the mechanical lifelines of the nomads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laixi had once been a grand shrine world, countless churches scattered across every corner of the planet, where people prayed and sang hymns to the Emperor and the Archangels amid incense smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the blasphemous entities in the Empyrean hated the Emperor and the Archangels, or perhaps it was mere coincidence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the toxic binary stars of the Underworld System erupted in a flare, melting Laixi’s polar ice caps,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laixi should have been entirely submerged, but due to its massive satellite named \"Iksoi,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the floodwaters were pulled by the satellite’s gravity, becoming periodic tides sweeping across the planet’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the people of Laixi began their migration, fleeing the floods, riding massive crawler machines into nomadism,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>over long centuries, they gradually forgot their faith in the Emperor, forming many radically different beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda Grace had been sent by the Ecclesiarchy to this tidal world, attempting to re-convert its people,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but she had never succeeded—until recently, when nomads witnessed her slaying Lycat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sight identical to the nomads’ legend of a saint slaying a chameleon; thus, they began to trust Grand Sister Magda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Grand Sister Magda had no time to ponder this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she needed to carefully time her preparations to face the coming swarm assault,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Battle Sisters would form a line, acting as bait to lure the greedy Tyranids, allowing the nomads to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda gazed at the sky, where thick clouds completely obscured the satellite Iksoi,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those strange, twisted shadows were not natural—they were Tyranid flyers hovering in the air. Every time she saw this, she envied Drost’s ability to fight in the hive cities, where ceilings at least shielded them from above,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so they didn’t have to worry so much about enemies overhead,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but what Grand Sister Magda truly envied was the man named Zhou Yun—he actually had the means to kill Lycat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda unconsciously reached up and touched her left eye,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the newly implanted release ocular still felt unfamiliar,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lycat had come again; though she had repelled it once more, she had lost an eye in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda adjusted her newly implanted release ocular; its recorded imagery showed the Battle Sisters forming lines,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Tyranid swarm was fierce and terrifying—before them, the few remaining Battle Sisters and defenseless civilians on Laixi were no different from the rest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda noticed numerous gaps in the Battle Sisters’ defensive line,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but there was no help for it—they were too few. She could only rely on the Emperor’s protection and her sisters’ bravery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a desperate gamble: if successful, the nomads would gain temporary safety, even a chance to board the evacuation fleet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and if the Emperor willed it, the Battle Sisters might still have a chance to board at the last minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda watched the approaching purple tide through her release ocular,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a biological tide formed by the Tyranid swarm—soon, they would come to feed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come... come,\" Grand Sister Magda whispered. \"May the Emperor protect us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda gripped the pendant at her chest, whispering a prayer to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If all this was the Emperor’s design, then surely it was the best arrangement—she remembered what the girl named Leina on Asford had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a good child, a devout believer; if she survived, Magda truly wanted to recruit her into the Battle Sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hoped Drost wouldn’t try to steal her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Grand Sister Magda turned to look back at the retreating crawler convoy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then her pupils contracted, and she nearly stopped breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some crawlers broke from the convoy, turning back toward the Battle Sisters’ line, filling the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\" Grand Sister Magda cried out: \"No, don’t do this—you should leave!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old crawler halted beside Grand Sister Magda,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the nomads’ leader, a withered old man, was helped down by others,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he silently bowed to Grand Sister Magda, then spoke in a thick dialect of Low Gothic,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as he spoke, he pointed to the satellite above, the water beneath his feet, and the convoy behind him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finally, he pointed to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda could barely understand his words,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our moon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our sea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our children.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is us—fighting alongside you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky ignited,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>countless drop pods began falling from above, arriving faster and fiercer than the first wave of the swarm,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>looking up from the ruined city, one could faintly see countless Tyranid warships blotting out the crimson sky,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>above the clouds, countless shadowy Chongying  swarmed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their drop pods were endless, as if a god hurled burning brimstone from heaven to destroy the city, the plains, its people, and all that grew upon the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Cadians were long accustomed to battling hostile gods,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they ignited artillery from the ground, unleashing anti-air fire at the drop pods in the crimson sky,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the ammunition Drost had painstakingly hoarded before now proved vital—countless drop pods were shattered before they touched ground by the fire nets of Hydra and Icarus batteries,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even those drop pods that broke through the anti-air fire were targeted by concentrated armor fire under Drost’s precise command,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>before they could release their alien passengers, they were torn apart by Cadian armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, under Leina’s leadership, the pre-prepared illegal psyker units also came into play,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>weaving unquenchable soul-fires across the battlefield, forming lines to block the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood atop a fortress built from the fallen statue, eight-seven laser rifles, glowing with searing beams, hovering beside him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>precisely eliminating hidden nodal creatures within the swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun was still waiting, waiting for the swarm’s true trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun observed the drop pods continuously falling from the sky,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>until he spotted one drop pod struck by anti-air fire—its surface rippled with psychic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brain Chong ! It’s a Brain Chong ! That drop pod contains a Brain Chong !\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here it comes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1553,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","042042dc9b800df24551abcd2226403df0284eb4932d7c527afb80ce7f0dd203","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-119","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-117",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]