[{"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-125":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},2264948,4422,"Chapter 125: The Corpse-Eating Angel Descended to My Side!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-125",125,"\u003Cp>“Card One, the God-Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle Sister Agilaid watched the little girl from the Underhive named Ye Ruite draw a card from a stack of exquisitely crafted Tarot cards belonging to the Holy Rose Sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl had been discovered by Agilaid among the refugee lines from the Underhive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, the girl was unconsciously using psychic energy to divine for others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid knew many were born with some psychic aptitude, though so faint most would never notice it in their lifetimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little girl, Ye Ruite, was one such case—possessing a modest psychic talent, especially in divination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming the girl’s loyalty and ensuring she had used only the Emperor Tarot for divination, Agilaid took her as her attendant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dry, underhive girl studied the Emperor Tarot more deeply than many specialists in the art, and her loyalty was pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most battle sisters despised psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ye Ruite’s psychic power was not strong enough to provoke revulsion, and the Holy Rose Order was relatively gentle and pragmatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Agilaid ordered the girl to guide the refugee column and help them evade the growing swarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Emperor card foretells that hope still lingers in cold darkness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden within an upperhive dwelling, Ye Ruite whispered to Agilaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there still hope?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid gazed silently out the window, where low-grade tyranid creatures wandered the streets below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their group still had thirteen battle sisters and twenty-six acolyte sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they encountered no greater threat, they could protect these refugees to Melos Port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, Melos Port would be Asford’s final safe haven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After General Drostron ordered the Imperial Guard to begin evacuation, the refugees under protection of the battle sisters also began moving toward Melos Port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the guidance of Zhou Yun’s book, *The Ork’s Guide to Tyranid Biology*, and General Drostron’s judgment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>both the Imperial Guard and the refugees split into small units, evacuating in batches and separate directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because large concentrations of people were a feast for the tyranids, likely drawing concentrated attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, small units attracted less attention and were far safer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid watched the sparse tyranids outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least the path ahead was clear—but at the end of the street, a corner turned in another direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid feared an ambush might lie there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she was protecting a vital target; she dared not risk too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid looked at the small girl in the arms of the acolyte beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl had dry golden hair, closed eyes, tiny freckles on her face, and faint burn scars covering her body—radiating an unadorned purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her name was Liana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid thought to herself, grounding her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhou Yun’s tale, this child was the holy maiden chosen by the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid found it hard to believe, yet instinctively felt Zhou Yun had not lied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether or not the girl was truly holy, Agilaid had sworn by the Emperor’s name to protect her, as promised to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But staying here was not an option—they would have to advance, risks and all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid glanced at the Emperor Tarot card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It depicted the God-Emperor seated upon the Golden Throne, his hollow eyes fixed upon Agilaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking upon the Emperor’s face, Agilaid felt inexplicably at peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave a quiet Eagle Salute and nodded gently to her battle sister companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the protection of the battle sisters, the refugees surged out of their hiding place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The low-grade tyranid creatures nearby immediately turned their greedy crimson eyes toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolter fire erupted—a knife-worm lunging forward was reduced to bloody shards by Agilaid’s bolter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Flamers!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Agilaid’s command, battle sisters armed with promethium flamers stepped to the front of the column.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roaring sea of searing promethium flame consumed the tyranids attempting to block the refugees, turning them to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forward!” Agilaid pointed toward the corner ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refugee column ran forward under the battle sisters’ protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this pace, they would reach Melos Port today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid thought to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she sensed an unnatural tremor in the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A screeching sound tore through the air—four sharp blades lunged toward the refugees. “No!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid roared, raising her bolter and firing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolts exploded against the four blades, sparking violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid immediately raised her chainsword and clashed it against the four biological blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew through the air—the monstrous creature twisted its body and slammed Agilaid backward with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact allowed Agilaid to see the full form of the beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood seven to eight meters tall, with four razor-sharp blades, its body armored in thick chitinous plating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screamer Killer!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid’s eyes widened in shock—it was a Screamer Killer!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most vicious, most terrifying subspecies of tyranid executioners!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Screamer Killer quickly pulled back from the refugee column.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not because it intended to spare them—but because\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Zzzzzt.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing, monstrous roar, like crackling electricity, erupted from the Screamer Killer’s maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horrifying, dreadful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Break formation!!!!” Agilaid bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew what that sound meant—she had read it in Zhou Yun’s *The Ork’s Guide to Tyranid Biology*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biological plasma—energy capable of easily destroying a Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid discarded her bolter; she knew it would do no effective damage to the Screamer Killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gripped her chainsword with both hands and charged through the panicked refugees scattering to either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid faintly saw the plasma gathering within the Screamer Killer’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not know whether death or victory would reach her first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought she heard the acolyte beside her screaming something—but Agilaid’s vision was fixed solely on the Screamer Killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her chainsword and lunged toward the beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the plasma erupted from the Screamer Killer’s maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft footstep sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid’s body froze mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biological plasma hung suspended in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time halted—atoms locked in place, bolter flames frozen, blood arcing through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was like a stage paused by a button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid stared in disbelief as the girl with dry golden hair walked slowly past her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s eyes burned with flame, the radiant light igniting her hair, forming an arc behind her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agilaid looked at her, her throat dry as if choked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liana—that was the girl’s name, Liana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liana slowly extended a finger and gently pointed toward the Screamer Killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Screamer Killer ignited from the atomic level, vanishing into ash in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the Emperor,” Agilaid whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched Liana’s body sway slightly, then collapse to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time resumed its flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sea of chitin covered all of Asford—gigantic capillary spires rose from the earth like monstrous trees from a nightmare realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the spires bubbled biological pools, thick and churning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smaller tyranids dumped biomass gathered from the entire planet into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron stood atop Melos Port, gazing down upon Fudia City, filled only with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the graveyard of the Asford people—and of the Cadia people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of three million Cadia people, fewer than one hundred thirty thousand now stood at Melos Port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over two million Cadia people had fallen on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All surviving Asfordians had gathered here at Melos Port.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tyranids followed—yet General Drostron had preemptively dug a moat around the spaceport, filled it with promethium, and set it ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roaring flames now served as a wall, protecting the survivors within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But General Ro Site  knew this wouldn’t last much longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his long-unshaven stubble, his face filled with exhaustion and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Zhou Yun left, the communication devices carried by the Starborne Army were once again disrupted by the Warp Engine, rendering them nearly unusable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Ro Site  did not know if he could hold out until reinforcements arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of fire scorching the atmosphere erupted; General Ro Site  snapped his head up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astra Militarum drop pods descended like a rain of fire, tearing through the crimson clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Viceroy’s palace, beside a collapsed statue of the Emperor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the creature known as the Worm of the Underworld gripped the statue with its four arms, rising up to gaze at the fiery rain above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind’s song echoed beside it—a song eternal for eons, a grand symphony of consumption and survival, grand design and myriad strangeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This symphony called to the Worm of the Underworld, but it snorted sharply, resisting the Hive Mind’s summons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet. Not yet. It still had an old grudge to settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm of the Underworld shifted its body and vanished in an instant into the shadows of the palace, gone without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood atop a nearby Gao Ta, glancing at the cane pointing toward the Worm of the Underworld, then turned his gaze to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop pods carrying the Blood Angels descended; the Emperor’s Angels of Death had arrived at Asi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, these are really ghouls—no, angels descending beside me,” Zhou Yun exclaimed involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You deserve to die. You truly deserve to die,” the winged figure within the white light hissed through clenched teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1483,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7f72293824f37d187c21eacd1bfa2e8b10433e6fd5f489171d91a5a306f6af47","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-126","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-124",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]