[{"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-13":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},2264836,4422,"Chapter 13: This Cultist Is Kinda Weak","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-13",13,"\u003Cp>\"My name is Laine. Rus,\" Zhou Yun said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sound of that name, all three present couldn’t hold their composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to trick us with such a lazy fake name,” Montg said, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine if you won’t tell us your real name,” Margit said with a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What fixation do you have with Laine and Rus?\" said the winged figure within the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name combining two Imperial Primarchs—two opposing Primarchs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of the Dark Angels, the Lion Laine. El. Jiaosun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of the Space Wolves, the Wolf King Lierman. Rus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name Laine. Rus, in the 40K universe, is as absurd as someone calling themselves Jesus Śākyamuni or Aisin-Gioro Chongzhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would it be a fake name? My parents named me after their admiration for these two,” Zhou Yun said with perfect seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your father revered Primarch Laine. El. Jiaosun, and your mother revered Primarch Lierman. Rus?\" Montg asked, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, my dad likes cats, and my mom likes dogs,” Zhou Yun grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rus might laugh heartily, but Laine will never let you live,\" said the winged figure in the white light, voice hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montg and Margit exchanged a glance; even though Zhou Yun couldn’t see their faces beneath their hoods, he felt their utter bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I now think you’re on the same path as us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montg turned to Zhou Yun and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just for that one sentence, you deserve to be slowly burned alive on a pyre for three days and three nights.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beyond this is the PDF’s base.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After navigating the labyrinthine ruins of the hive’s old streets, Margit and Montg brought the self-proclaimed \"Laine. Rus\" to a ruin near the hive’s depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montg, Margit, and Zhou Yun hid behind a spacious house nearby, watching the scene ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountains of rubble jammed between the hive’s floor and ceiling, forming an impassable Wall of Sighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the base of the rubble heap, the local gang had erected a temporary outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small generators roared, pumping electricity into abandoned buildings along the street, lighting up newly installed bulbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sector Eight had once been part of the Upper Hive, home to the hive’s middle class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the bureaucrats managing daily affairs, senior factory managers, and political-economic servants serving the nobility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their living conditions far surpassed those of the Lower Hive—larger spaces, better buildings, wider streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were almost no opportunities to sneak through the tangled alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, gang members had built low walls from rubble between the buildings, clearly preparing for a siege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the equipment inside the PDF base beyond the rubble heap was coveted by countless gangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed a small excavator, fully assembled, parked beside the rubble heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They actually got a small excavator in here?” Montg muttered beside Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like this gang has a mechanic who knows his way around machines,” Zhou Yun nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw two or three men dressed as hive laborers adjusting the excavator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What was your original plan to get in?” Zhou Yun asked the two hooded figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brother planned to corrode a tunnel through the pipe network and enter the PDF base from above,” Montg said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyebrow twitched as he glanced at the size of the rubble heap and estimated the thickness between the pipe network and the PDF base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if the Emperor himself stood up from his Throne, you two still wouldn’t have dug through by now,” Zhou Yun said, grimacing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought the same,” Montg agreed wholeheartedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop playing good cop, bad cop,” Margit sighed, shaking his head. “We need patience. Extreme patience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll find my own way in. You two keep digging,” Zhou Yun shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have a way in?” Montg asked Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try not to kill anyone,” Margit said softly. “We don’t want to draw too much attention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He hadn’t expected his first collaboration with cultists to involve them demanding no deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to put it? Very Nurglite of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, do you have any magic spells that make them all get diarrhea?” Zhou Yun stroked his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montg and Margit exchanged a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My blood is toxic. If I add it to their water supply, it should give them diarrhea… right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montg said uncertainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Diarrhea? Just diarrhea?” Zhou Yun blinked, staring at Montg strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your Nurglite blood only causes diarrhea?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Zhou Yun’s odd gaze, Montg fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some unlucky ones might also get parasitic infections.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurglite blood only causes diarrhea and parasitic infections? It somehow felt…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, Montg’s blood toxicity is pathetic—it’s never killed anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit said calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unless it’s corrosive, Montg’s blood isn’t lethal at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once diluted in water, the corrosiveness becomes harmless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother!” Montg groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhou Yun’s lips twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt these two cultists were kind of weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit’s temperament was too gentle for a cultist, and he was absurdly patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Montg, as a Nurglite, had blood that—aside from its corrosiveness—could only cause diarrhea and parasitic infections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Asford had no cultist troubles—it’s because your operational level is this pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at the two cultists with a touch of pity. This level of incompetence and they’re still cultists in the hive? How hard must that be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But look, they’ve guards posted near their water source. How are you going to get Montg’s blood in?” Margit pointed to the water supply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six or seven gang members were patrolling there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! I’ve got an idea!” Zhou Yun chuckled, pointing at the excavator below the rubble heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical hand on top of his hat also extended its finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whirrrrrr—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mechanical grinding sound rang out as the excavator parked beneath the rubble heap suddenly raised its arm high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hive laborers nearby jumped back in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?” a gang member shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We didn’t touch it!” the laborers hurried to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before the stunned eyes of the laborers and gang members, the excavator slowly turned its chassis toward the gang members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the machine spirit manifesting?!” one laborer cried, recalling tales he’d heard of machine spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The machine spirit is pleased!” another laborer exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the excavator’s arm swung down hard, knocking one gang member unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laborers’ faces instantly shifted from excitement to terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The machine spirit is displeased!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1068,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","28952eb522f4450158893b12673fd9339214ff689bfbbbfd8ac63dae0daab2f9","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-14","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-12",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]