[{"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-12":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},2264835,4422,"Chapter 12: I Am Ryan Rus","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>Mong felt as if an invisible iron fist had slammed into his chest, all twenty-seven of his ribs snapping at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psychic energy?!” Mong blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly regained his composure, gritting his teeth as he swung his dagger, caked in rotting blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sizzling stream of bloody fluid sprayed from the blade, lashing toward the cold-faced man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the man’s figure vanished from his spot—the blood missed, splattering against a nearby pipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal pipe instantly corroded into a cluster of small pits, steaming with white vapor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s form suddenly reappeared behind Mong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong bit his tongue, filling his mouth with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun around violently and spat the blood straight at the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical hand atop the man’s head formed a palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, an invisible wall materialized before him, blocking the corrosive spray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did the Lower Nest produce a psychic as strong as you?” Mong asked in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man said nothing—only his hat tilted again toward Mong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong rolled aside just as a half-meter-wide crack split open in the ground beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if struck by an invisible sledgehammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong’s eyes filled with blood—he realized the opponent’s power was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat a drop of blood onto his lips, moistening them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Defile my blood, flies dance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itch unendurable—feed the maggots with blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong whispered a few short incantations; bubbles rose from the blood pooling on the ground, tiny maggots writhing within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—Mong, stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet’s voice rang out as he stepped between the cold-faced man and Mong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We mean no harm!” Malkiet told the man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun studied the tall, hooded man, then glanced at Mong, gripping his bloodied dagger tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way, bro—you call that no harm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was just standing here doing nothing, and this guy with the dagger charged me like he was on emergency alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What? Does my handsome face scare you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you have a problem with my lion’s face, radiating justice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whose good guy’s blood is corrosive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the blood bubbling on the ground—if it touched skin, it’d peel off at least a layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two are definitely cultists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Malkiet, this is my brother Mong—we’re scavengers. Yes, scavengers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the deep distrust in Zhou Yun’s eyes, the tall hooded man calling himself Malkiet hurried to explain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We came here looking for valuables. Mong must’ve mistaken you for a patrol member from one of the gangs—that’s why he attacked you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I apologize on his behalf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother,” Mong looked up, clearly displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Malkiet shook his head sharply at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he thought I was a gang member, Zhou Yun thought, studying the two with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the Emperor Tarot card drawn by the winged figure in the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But better to avoid trouble—he waved his hand, signaling the matter was dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the device on his head granted him powerful abilities, it drained immense energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they fought, who knew what Nurgle sorcery these hooded men might pull out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, you appear to be a psychic?” Malkiet called out as Zhou Yun turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at Malkiet but gave no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no desire to waste time on them—not just because of the danger,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Sector Eight was once a major Upper Nest district, vast and labyrinthine in structure,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and patrols from multiple gangs still roamed the area—finding PDF’s base would be no easy task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to waste time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I mean no harm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet chuckled softly, speaking in a gentle tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps we’re both unwelcome here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not work together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted Mong’s back. “You saw—we brothers’ blood is corrosive. I have similar abilities. We used them to corrode a hole through the ground and came down here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you? How do you do it? Your psychic power lets you teleport instantly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet paused, pointing to the ground:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We found a PDF outpost below—covered in tons of rubble, impossible to enter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But your teleportation ability—perhaps you could take us inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Zhou Yun stopped, turning to Malkiet. “You said PDF outpost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—we can cooperate—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Malkiet finished, Zhou Yun shook his head and turned away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet tried to call him back once more:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I trust tradition, inevitability, and familial love more than lies, tricks, and deception.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t lie. I can show you the exact location of that PDF outpost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two were clearly cultists,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but cultists differed—those who worshipped the Lord of Change loved lies and deception,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while followers of the Benevolent Father sometimes displayed sincerity, simplicity, and familial trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though still dangerous, the Benevolent Father’s followers were far less likely to lie than those of the Lord of Change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his hat’s teleportation and Omni-Ring, even if danger arose, he could escape easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun remembered the Emperor Tarot card’s omen: a cooperation requiring patience and communication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor Tarot card was said to be linked to the Emperor’s own will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emperor, you’re the one making me cooperate with heretics—don’t blame me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll help you enter the PDF outpost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced back at the two, wary. “Lead the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m glad we can trust each other,” Malkiet said softly. “Believe me—everything we do benefits everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care what you plan to do. I assume you’re not interested in the weapons in the PDF warehouse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head at Malkiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You take what you want. I take the weapons. Simple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You take what you want, I take the weapon, that's all there is to it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet smiled warmly, his kindness unnerving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As a symbol of mutual trust, may I know your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Name?” Zhou Yun frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, your name,” Malkiet smiled. “As partners, we should at least know each other’s names.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, names,\" Margit smiled. \"As partners, we should at least know each other's names.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can call me... Ryan Rus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",999,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","92df08168f3e4a2e7111ef79c94559e9594b5658c199f3d806cb141042287f85","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-13","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-11",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]