[{"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-121":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},2264944,4422,"Chapter 121: My Son?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-121",121,"\u003Cp>One hundred and sixty-nine devout, unmutated pure Cadiaans chanted aloud the prayer written by Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They and the thirteen leading Battle Sisters each held three blazing candles, their flames flickering with their loud prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For forty thousand years of Humanity, the Stormblood Legion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Support the Emperor, exterminate the vermin, fifty-five days in the Underworld!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No rain from heaven, earth parched and cracked, the vermin’s eyes all turn red!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Angels grieve, descend together to spread the Dao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful, uniquely flavored song rose from behind the lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron turned, bewildered, toward the sound; Lena’s eyes were equally confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their singing rose, wisps of smoke spiraled from the candle flames, drifting and hovering in the air, thinning the barrier between the Warp and reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haa!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Brain Tyrant sensed something, letting out a shrill roar, its immense psychic power hurling the collapsed statues on the battlefield into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered stone became missiles hurtling toward the Cadia warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before those missiles could strike the Astra Militarum, they halted abruptly midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lena used her psychic power to resist the Brain Tyrant’s fierce assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced herself to stand, feeling the sacred script tattooed on her cheek grow faintly warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the strange prayers and songs of the Astra Militarum behind her, she sensed the Warp more clearly than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could even perceive a beam of light moving toward Asford, growing brighter with each passing moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it really… work?!” Lena muttered in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly remembered Zhou Yun saying he was an Angelic Chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lena was the Emperor’s Chosen, and Zhou Yun truly seemed to be an Angelic Chosen too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not me, then. Only I’m fake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lena’s eyelid twitched, but she knew there was no time to dwell on this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white light slowly surging from the Warp was amplifying her psychic power and weakening the Brain Tyrant’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to hold the line!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not xenos! Not Chaos! Chant the Sacred Words of the Prayer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Burn the yellow talismans! Offer incense smoke! Summon the Primarchs of all caves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the white light in her vision grow clearer, Zhou Yun knew the Astra Militarum’s prayers were taking effect—he shouted aloud too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monstrous, towering Hive Tyrant possessed formidable psychic power and sensed the rising white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bellowed and charged straight toward Zhou Yun, who was calling forth the winged figure from the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyrant understood: Zhou Yun was the center of this change. If it broke him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssshhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smell of burning flesh erupted from the Tyrant’s left shoulder, halting its advance instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A searing laser shot from the ruins of surrounding buildings, striking precisely at the Tyrant’s left shoulder, unprotected by chitinous armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ruins, the Laitrin sniper Hobien Bai Lu gripped his specialized laser sniper rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the remaining Laitrin snipers had hidden in shadows, waiting for the final moment to protect Zhou Yun and the Cadiaans as they completed their prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Champion, count this one for me,” Hobien Bai Lu chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half his body, corroded by the drifting spore cloud, was rotting into bloody ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, precise, searing lasers erupted from the ruins, all aimed at the Tyrant’s exposed left shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These attacks inflicted no real damage, but they successfully delayed its advance, giving Zhou Yun his opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hearts united, hard work pays off! Turn into soldiers in the Warp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the Immortal’s art, we shall sweep the vermin clean!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prayers of the Astra Militarum, Battle Sisters, and Zhou Yun merged into one chorus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke spiraling from the candles spread across the entire battlefield, like an endless tide of mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality grew hazy; brilliant golden light erupted from the candle flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This miraculous sight instantly lifted the morale of the Astra Militarum—they felt boundless strength surging within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cadia stands unbroken!!!!” General Drostron roared, leading the emboldened Astra Militarum in a charge against the vermin horde led by the Tyrant’s guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the Imperial side seemed to reignite hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Second Empire’s Emperor commands! Stormblood Legion, advance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drive every vermin demon out of the Underworld!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chicken dumplings, hit them all—crush the vermin without effort!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Great Devourer trembles in fear; Tyrant warriors vanish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Destroy the hatching pools, pull out the fine hairs, urgently wreck the bio-ships!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wipe out every last vermin demon—Angels shall rule the galaxy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron stared in wonder at the increasingly brilliant white light in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light radiated boundless holiness—like the sun, like a furnace, like an eternal hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It actually worked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhou Yun’s prayer included words Drostron didn’t understand—“chicken dumplings,” “Angel Sauce,” “Second Empire Emperor”—it clearly summoned a great angel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most hateful, venomous beasts! Devouring our flesh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blood boils! Fifty-five days in the Underworld!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Black rage erupts! Fifty-five days in the Underworld!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the prayers of the one hundred and sixty-nine pure Cadiaans reached their peak, a brilliant white light, like a furnace’s flame, erupted in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light bathed the entire battlefield, spreading across the vermin-infested ruins of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haa!!!” The Brain Tyrant shrieked in agony—its surrounding psychic energy began to dissolve and retreat, like dew evaporating under bright sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadiaans on the battlefield involuntarily raised their heads, gazing upward with reverence at the radiant white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Guilliman above,” General Drostron whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Archangel,” Lena murmured, stunned, watching the winged figure slowly take shape within the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Saint Guilliman truly manifesting on this battlefield?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Zhou Yun blinked. He felt something strange, faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the feeling… the feeling… something was approaching him, drawing near to something deeper, more fundamental within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something luminous, bright, and alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to resist the temptation, Zhou Yun instinctively reached out and lightly grasped at the approaching thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” The winged figure within the light let out a confused cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brilliant white light in midair shuddered violently; a metallic blue began rapidly spreading across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the—?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the light—now the winged figure within the blue light—stared in bewilderment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell did you just do?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blinked, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston stared in disbelief at the scene before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his consciousness searched the dark shadows of the Warp for a path to the Underworld system, he suddenly saw a brilliant, dazzling white light pierce the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the light, he glimpsed a faint, indistinct figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure bore wings of pure white, like solidified light, radiating the serene fragrance of incense; chains of pure silver hung from his wings, gleaming brilliantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston felt the power emanating from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the sun in the desert at noon—radiating blazing heat and divinity within the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s heart pounded; he felt something within his soul being called, yearning to fly toward the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Guilliman?” Mephiston whispered the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ancient, mysterious warrior always appeared when the Blood Angels faced their most desperate battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some suspected he was the lingering soul of Saint Guilliman after his death at Horus’s hands; others believed he was Azrael, the captain of the Blood Guard ten thousand years ago; still others thought he was Saint Guilliman’s former shadow-warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston only knew the holy figure possessed Warp nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he soon sensed something was wrong—he had seen Saint Guilliman’s figure on the battlefield before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This figure was different. It was purer, more absolute—a Warp creation of greater essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mephiston saw: beside the figure, a smaller one was entwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one wore a golden Saint Guilliman mask and armor of pure gold—that was Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston felt dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this nobler, brighter figure was not Saint Guilliman, then it could only be…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston immediately wrapped his consciousness in powerful psychic energy and followed closely behind the pure white figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bright light radiating from the figure dispelled parts of the Warp’s shadows, revealing the turbulent sea beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the pure white light shone, the barrier between the Warp and reality had thinned—so thin it was on the verge of shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure within the white light slowly extended its hand, cradling the Saint Guillenene swirling around it, preparing to cast it into the boundary between reality and the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistone faintly understood: such events must have occurred many times before. It was this figure, again and again, casting Saint Guillenene into reality to help the Blood Angels overcome peril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A resonance from the depths of his soul made Melphistone’s body tremble slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one were to ask which Astartes Chapter today had the deepest bond with the Gene-Father, it would surely be the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For most other Astartes, the Gene-Father was but an ancient legend or a tourist attraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Archangel linked his soul to every Blood Angel through the Black Rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father?” Melphistone asked involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the white light turned its head slightly toward Melphistone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed hesitant, yet after a moment, it spoke softly: “My son————”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure’s voice suddenly cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistone’s eyes widened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw behind that radiant figure a far larger shadow emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast, blue, metallic-gleaming shadow extended a massive, circular hand toward the figure he suspected was his Gene-Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1522,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7088b643b4ac985a88d61c1e44484855699e42e6844aba8f492b121bb069ee1b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-122","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-120",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]