[{"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-133":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},2264956,4422,"Chapter 133: Doorway","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-133",133,"\u003Cp>The Saint of Insects hunched over four enormous, slender legs, perched atop the mechanical spire that served as the industrial zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire spire, built of machinery and steel, was now overrun with capillary towers piercing the sky; beneath these towers, at the very heart of TC City, bubbled a vast biological pool, where the corpses of once-brave Astra Militarum soldiers and hive scum were slowly digested into pure biomass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storm Raven gunships belonging to the Blood Angels hung suspended in the air, evading constant assaults from Tyranid aerial units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Immortals guarding Traveler Anarquel used their unique Necron Gauss blasters alongside the Blood Angels’ gunships to carve a path forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Dante could not help but admire the cold efficiency of these Necron warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soulless, they were in some ways akin to Tyranids—both were war machines fused with their weapons, one forged of iron, the other of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the Tyranid “Saint of Insects” crawled from the biomass pool, its mountainous body dripping thick, viscous biomass like a waterfall, even the cold, unfeeling Necron Immortals hesitated for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante thought he saw surprise etched onto their metallic faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This puzzled Dante—Immortals were relatively low-tier Necron units; why would they display emotion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the higher-tier Necron had preserved relatively intact consciousness and memory through the long centuries, avoiding the fate of mechanical corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveler Anarquel seemed unable to resist glancing at his own troops; he, too, appeared startled by such overt emotional disturbance among his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither Dante nor Traveler Anarquel had the luxury to ponder the Immortals’ emotions now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint of Insects,” Traveler Anarquel said, gazing at the monstrous beast before him, its form like a jagged hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he could not ignore this most terrifying and colossal unit among the Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Bio-Titan spawned by the Hive Mind, a god of war among the Tyranids, a living embodiment of conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Saint-class Tyranid Bio-Titan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such units hatched in varying sizes and armaments according to the Hive Fleet’s needs, their combat power adapting accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast standing before Traveler Anarquel stood at least thirty meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among all Tyranid Bio-Titans Anarquel had ever seen, it ranked among the largest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anarquel was not surprised the Saint of Insects had appeared on the battlefield—he was surprised it had appeared so early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was absurd. The battle had not yet reached a point requiring the Saint’s intervention; was the Hive Fleet truly this wasteful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anarquel hesitated—should he now unleash that dangerous power, let fire consume the Saint?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saint of Insects turned its mountainous body, its claws sweeping across the industrial district blanketed in chitinous seas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone and steel erupted in all directions; a wave of gray-brown dust surged across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saint glanced up at the Storm Raven gunships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Dante immediately ordered all firepower unleashed upon the behemoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turrets operated by servitors and twin-linked heavy bolters fired at the mountain-like creature, like a crow attempting to shatter a storm-tossed peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the bullets and shells it unleashed had no effect whatsoever on the Saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shells struck as if hitting an invisible, thick wall—only faint blue ripples disturbed the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah. Even vermin now dabble in the sorcery of the High Heavens?” Traveler Anarquel sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Dante was not so relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This beast was shielded by a thick psychic barrier. He stood ready, eyes locked on the monster’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast raised its two massive bio-cannons; even the pulsating, sphincter-like flesh of its muzzles were wider than Dante’s Storm Raven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prepare for jump descent,” Dante told the Blood Angels beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had anticipated aerial resistance and were all equipped with jump packs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though lacking the Primarch’s wings, the Blood Angels excelled in aerial combat—jump packs allowed them to drop directly into the mechanical spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saint twisted its massive body, reorienting its bio-cannons—then ignored Dante and his Storm Raven entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?” Dante grunted in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expected attack never came. Instead, the Saint targeted elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante turned his head in bewilderment—only to see the Saint, perched atop the mechanical spire, aiming toward the distant Viceroy’s Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How…?” Dante muttered: “Kaleen isn’t… it can’t be targeting Kaleen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be…” Dante’s gaze drifted to Leina, seated in the rear of the Storm Raven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina now oversaw Astra Militarum affairs in place of General Drostron, while also commanding local resistance forces in Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had led the Astra Militarum and hive gang members to guide the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante suspected this situation stemmed from the man she knew—the man named Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s definitely Zhou Yun’s doing,” Leina said, her eyelid twitching slightly, without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she spoke, the Saint’s bio-cannons roared, spewing searing beams of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beams tore across the sky, striking the spire housing the Viceroy’s Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to Dante’s surprise, the blasts did not hit the palace directly—they struck the central lower section of the spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Viceroy’s Spire began to tremble; the Saint fired again, again targeting the mid-lower portion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if something atop the spire terrified it—so much so that it dared not strike the palace directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun has a strange red cloak—I don’t know how it works, but it seems to reflect all ranged attacks.” “Hah?” Traveler Anarquel burst out laughing: “You mean a piece of red cloth can deflect the Saint’s bio-cannons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Human, did you lose your mind from dabbling in sorcery and being swept away by the High Heavens’ tide?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veins bulged on Leina’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah. If your species were still in your so-called Golden Age, I might believe you. But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Leina could retort, Traveler Anarquel fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly recalled a trace of a time-traveler he had discovered in the Underhive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is some merit to your claim. Such a possibility does exist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveler Anarquel turned seriously to Leina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My judgment was flawed. I apologize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s lips twitched involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Traveler Anarquel’s voice carried the Necron’s inherent coldness, Leina detected sincerity within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been preparing to imagine how Zhou Yun would retort with his usual foul mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Traveler Anarquel, for reasons unknown, had directly apologized to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Dante shuddered slightly, as if amused by the Necron overlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Necron overlord was proud, arrogant, conceited, and had a foul tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet unlike other Necron lords, he was not capricious—he displayed a compulsive sense of fairness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even willingly admitted his mistakes, possessing a peculiar moral code.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Dante’s knowledge, this Necron overlord loved aiding other Necron tomb worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such aid was never free—he extracted one-tenth of the soldiers from the aided dynasty, regardless of their willingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet what truly intrigued Dante was: what had caused Anarquel’s perspective to shift so suddenly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed from afar—the spire bearing the Viceroy’s Palace let out a mournful cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Saint’s long-range bombardment continued, the entire spire shook uncontrollably, then collapsed inward under its own weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Storm Raven carrying Captain Kaleen and his Terminators rose into the sky, ascending into the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood atop the swaying, crumbling Viceroy’s Palace, watching them depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaleen had invited Zhou Yun to board the Storm Raven and evacuate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun knew—the Saint had targeted the palace because of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he boarded the Storm Raven, he could not use his reflective cloak inside the cabin; the Saint would concentrate fire and deploy numerous flyers to intercept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then escape would become a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun steadied himself, reaching into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Doorway]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Rating: The original and most famous secret item. Do not use while girls are bathing.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manufacture Date: 231.m3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: When the user grips the handle and thinks of a destination, the other side of the door connects the two locations. Open it, and you may cross to your target.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Value: 11,650,000 credits]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saint of Insects had appeared; the Necrons had entered the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant the Underworld System was nearing its end. It was time to redeem the Doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched his savings vanish in an instant, leaving only a few coins—his cheeks twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew his next plan would let him earn back ten or even a hundred times this sum, he still felt the sting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every credit here had been painstakingly scraped from the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t mind, the Tyranids probably would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket. The red-pink wooden door, soft as silk, was pulled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most famous, most frequently used item—Doraemon’s Doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but feel excited, slowly extending his hand toward the Doorway’s handle, gently turning it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Doorway opened slowly—but the scene beyond stunned Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a vast, linen-colored land made of unknown material, stretching endlessly into the distance, yet not vanishing at the horizon—instead curving upward, as if extending into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun leaned his head out of the Doorway, gazing upward curiously—yet saw no sky, no clouds, no sun, only a hazy ambient glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Zhou Yun heard a distant whistling sound—perhaps the roar of a motorcycle cutting through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1526,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7a5b7ad5305fd1d2f0f3556092c3ad9124eaa22214beb280be35cc93ef29b076","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-134","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-132",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]