[{"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-127":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},2264950,4422,"Chapter 127: The Worm of the Underworld","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-127",127,"\u003Cp>Writhing, hundreds of six-limbed bodies crawled across the black ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaelen and Afore held their breath as they watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the Blood of Saint Guilliman,” Captain Kaelen muttered involuntarily,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finally realizing he was seeing a swarm of Gene-Stealers clinging to the stained-glass ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gene-Stealers rained down from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson glow of Asford’s twin suns streamed through the stained glass, scattering chaotic colors across the entire hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaelen now saw clearly: the stained glass depicted Saint Guilliman’s great sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out of the way, Captain!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afore roared, his chain-fist humming as it tore through the Gene-Stealers closing in on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaelen swung his Hammer of Bal with desperate speed, shattering the skulls of the creatures lunging at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, they really prepared a welcome for us!” Afore cursed in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other eighteen Terminators formed a line and opened fire on the falling rain of Gene-Stealers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood rained down in dense sheets, splattering the Astartes’ crimson armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain!” Afore tore off a creature’s head and shouted at Captain Kaelen: “You need to go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chain-saw severed several Gene-Stealers closing in; their blood sprayed over the warrior’s missing leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned hard against the wall, struggling to stay upright under the relentless assault:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll buy you time! I’ll make them pay in blood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go! For the sake of Saint Guilliman! Don’t let me be your burden!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Afore’s roar, Captain Kaelen hesitated for a moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but years of training forced an instant response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cursed his own weakness and moved swiftly toward the remaining eighteen Terminators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaelen heard Afore’s chain-fist screaming in rage—as if the machine-soul itself was venting its final fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the tide of Gene-Stealers swallowed Afore, and Captain Kaelen had to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gene-Stealers poured in from all sides—he had to retreat quickly, or the remaining nineteen would meet the same fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not in the Blood of Saint Guilliman!!!!!!” Afore’s roar echoed behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worms of the Underworld walked atop corpses—mostly those of their own offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing upon his offspring’s corpses, a part of the Worm’s soul that should not have existed stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, as the Hive Mind’s proxy on this world and leader of the Gene-Stealers, he should not have felt such emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All must die; death leads to the digestion pools, becoming part of the Hive, reborn in new forms with new meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm knew this, understood it, and accepted that no other path existed for him or his brood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite this, the Worm burned with rage at his offspring’s deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped over their bodies, knowing his assault had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many of his brood had fallen; too little had been gained. More red-armored warriors fled deeper into the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained for him was\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the warrior clad in red power armor, still fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His weapon was broken—before it shattered, it had taken many of his offspring’s lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armor was torn open, exposing snapped cables, ceramite, and mechanical components.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One leg was severed; blood pooled beneath him. Any normal man would have died from shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite utter hopelessness, he fought bare-handed against his offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm’s mind should not have known the emotion of “admiration,” yet watching the warrior still fight, a strange feeling stirred within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ROAR!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm let out a low growl and lunged onto the red-armored warrior, pinning him to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His claws ripped off the helmet, revealing pale skin and golden hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Freak!” The warrior spat a mouthful of saliva onto the Worm’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm did not care. He only wanted to see the warrior’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psychic energy surged from him, wrapping his profane will and stabbing into the warrior’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm ignored the warrior’s struggles and curses, focusing solely on probing his thoughts, extracting and examining each one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to know: why had they come here? Why had they invaded his domain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm tasted the flavor of his consciousness, touching the depths of his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afore—that was the warrior’s name. Then Barthol, Kaelen—names the Worm now saw one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He learned the names of these invaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Names were useful things. Names were keys, marking a person’s identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm once had a name. Logically, he should not have had one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Hive, none were special; none needed names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Worm had a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiberius. Augustus—that tiny name he kept buried deep within his darkest, foulest thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name his parents gave him. But that name was betrayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, betrayed. The only emotion he had ever felt through long years: the rage of betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered how his brother betrayed him, how the guards and nobles betrayed him, how they killed his parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were traitors. None were innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would make the traitors pay in blood. He would set Asford ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ROAR!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm roared in furious frustration—this warrior named Afore refused to reveal even a shred of vital information. The Worm still did not know why they had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A concentrated point of immense psychic power gathered on the Worm’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped Afore’s skull, fixing his single crimson eye upon him with all his focus, utterly ignoring the warrior’s futile punches against his chest carapace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm saw what lay deep within his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior’s feeble resistance shattered beneath the Worm’s assault, exposing the deeper truths beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hunger—for blood. Cruel and mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rage—for death. Terrible and grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a hope. And a duty. Ah—this was their purpose. To heal the hunger and the rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed to find it. The Worm tasted the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus. Flax!!!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm unleashed an uncontrollable roar of fury, pouring his wrath into that name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles tensed violently, nearly tearing apart Afore’s augmented body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Notice: The Worm of the Underworld, Gene-Stealer Chieftain, Tiberius. Augustus. I, the Phantom Thief Doraradx, shall steal your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slightly awkward voice suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, sharp notice letter flew like a throwing dart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worm, lost in rage, noticed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“AHHHHHH!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed from the Worm’s last remaining eye, blinding the monstrous beast entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled Afore away, clutching his eyes with both hands, howling in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afore crashed into the corner of the hall, staring blankly at the scene before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant light from the stained-glass ceiling streamed down, bathing the figure in the hall’s center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tall man, two meters high, draped in a black cloak, wearing a black top hat and monocle, dressed in a black suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, his body was covered in a layer of silver metal—as if it were some kind of power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Afore could react,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the man’s figure dissolved into a blur and vanished from his spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reappeared, he stood instantly before the Worm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His metal-clad fist swung hard toward the Worm’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though blind, the Worm’s psychic sense still granted him awareness of his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Layers of psychic energy formed barriers, stacking up to block the self-proclaimed Phantom Thief Doraradx’s punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afore watched in shock as the Worm’s psychic shields shattered layer by layer, like fragile ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the metal fist struck the Worm’s skull. His facial muscles twisted; his seven-meter body was flung violently backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such strength! Such terrifying speed!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afore had once seen Chapter Master Dante in the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even that old warrior moved slower and possessed far less power than this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it the power armor’s effect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can such a slender powered suit possess this kind of power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is the figure inside the powered suit not human—but a Spirit Folk or another humanoid alien?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at his fist covered in metal; beneath the Ghoulish DX suit, he wore Super Gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that punch, even after being weakened by layer upon layer of psychic shields, was still not enough to kill the Hellworm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Hive Mind’s arrival, the power of this abomination surged further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ROOOOAR!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bestial roar erupted as the Hellworm burst from the smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half its face had been nearly crushed by Zhou Yun’s blows, yet it still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alien creature showed no hesitation—it turned and tried to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Gene Thieves around him began surging toward Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic hat beneath Zhou Yun’s top hat flared sharply, and ninety laser rifles materialized beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lasers poured forth, each shot precisely claiming the life of a Gene Thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alfrey couldn’t help but gasp in awe at this flawless marksmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhou Yun swiftly reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Alfrey’s stunned gaze, a massive construct of steel appeared in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1433,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","31f061e19a62f7500d0acc1a42c1f7a2bfc7fa4c0b80d11f0d8fb1174fde1b25","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-128","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-126",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]