[{"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-135":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},2264958,4422,"Chapter 135: Dad! Dad, Why Are You Bald?! Dad?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-135",135,"\u003Cp>As the spire bearing the Viceroy’s palace collapsed with a thunderous crash, the Insect Saint once again turned its attention to the storm raven gunship hovering in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaaah!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angel warrior piloting the storm raven let out a piercing cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful psychic force slammed into the entire gunship, and nearly everyone heard millions of insect shrieks at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Insect Saint was not merely a titan standing on the battlefield—it was also a massive psychic unit composed of a swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its enormous brain tissue and specially adapted nervous system made it a psychic entity far beyond normal comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though most of its psychic energy was used to maintain its shield, it still far surpassed any mortal’s capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired Melphiston suddenly opened his weary eyes, and brilliant blue psychic flames erupted from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked his fingers, and the air around them instantly turned icy, as if everyone had been transported to a frozen planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina stared in shock; as a psychic, she knew that when psychics drew power from the Warp, they slightly lowered the temperature of the surrounding air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such extreme cold was something Leina could never achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston’s finger shot out toward the Insect Saint, and the swarm’s shrieking ceased instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a psychic lightning bolt thicker than the storm raven coalesced, swirling like a giant serpent as it lunged at the Insect Saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violent ripples surged across the Insect Saint’s psychic shield, and its entire body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yaaaaaah!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Insect Saint roared, and its powerful sonic wave became a hurricane that shook the entire mechanical spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its psychic power surged violently, concentrating on its shield and shattering Melphiston’s lightning bolt outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its bio-cannon high, aiming it at the storm raven gunship suspended in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blazing projectile of living matter shot toward the Blood Angels at high speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston flung his arms wide, and his psychic energy fragmented into tiny particles, instantly engulfing the entire storm raven gunship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone saw only a faint glimmer, then the surroundings shifted— the Insect Saint’s bio-projectile flashed past them at a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the Insect Saint miss?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina froze for a moment, then realized it wasn’t the Insect Saint’s aim that was off—it was Melphiston who had used his psychic power to teleport the entire storm raven gunship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an immense psychic power—Leina even suspected his strength might have surpassed the combined will of the previous broodlords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But uh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina stared at Melphiston, the chief librarian of the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was nearly silver-white, with only faint traces of the typical Blood Angel gold visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was unnaturally pale, as if he had never seen sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And previously, this chief librarian had always lurked in the dark corners of the storm raven, deliberately avoiding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whether it was her imagination or not, Leina thought his teeth looked slightly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began to wonder—was this chief librarian perhaps… a little mutated? He looked strangely like something from legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A vampire who dabbles in witchcraft,” said the Traveler, Anlakai, with disdain as he looked at Melphiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even his cold tone carried an undercurrent of caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he could not ignore Melphiston’s overwhelming psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant he heard the words “vampire who dabbles in witchcraft,” Dante’s hand clenched into a fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston turned his weary face toward the Traveler, Anlakai, and shot him a warning glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord,” Melphiston gasped as he looked at Dante, revealing his exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just battled the Mindbeast, faced the Hive Mind directly, and had not yet recovered. Dante gave a slight nod: “Everyone, prepare for drop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proceed according to plan—hmm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Dante suddenly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw, atop the mechanical spire beside the Insect Saint, within its psychic shield, a door of pinkish-red wood had suddenly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door was pristine, spotless, intact—standing amidst the ruins, utterly out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His superhuman senses told him: that door had not been there a moment ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure over three meters tall, bald, stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante recognized the face—radiant with divinity and mercy, yet still bearing dignity and majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Dante felt dizzy, as if his soul had been struck by a heavy blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father!!!” Dante cried out involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure’s face was identical to Saint Guilliman’s—even the body shape matched perfectly, save for the lack of hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—and Dante faintly thought he heard the sound of wings flapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the Blood of Guilliman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad!!! Oh no! Dad, why are you bald?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Dante—all the Blood Angels aboard the storm raven stood frozen as if struck by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the face of the Archangel himself—even Saint Guillen merely wore a golden mask engraved with the Archangel’s visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston’s expression was even more horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His powerful psychic senses allowed him to glimpse faintly behind the figure: a pale blue-white glow hovered, within which a pair of wings fluttered gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it truly be my Father? No… why is my Father bald?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A trick of the Lord of Change? Then why not give him hair?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston’s face was utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina, recognizing the posture, shrank back slightly, trying her best to avoid drawing attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the bald man with Guilliman’s face, standing behind the Insect Saint, slowly pulled a simple, ancient gourd from his robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina blinked—she recognized that gourd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dang dang dang dang! Pocket Tornado!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man with Guilliman’s face raised the ancient gourd and yanked out the stopper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swirling tornado burst forth, rapidly drawing in the stagnant air around them, forming a gray vortex that swelled to the size of the mechanical spire in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bricks, rubble, remaining structures, and the swarming insects within were all sucked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Insect Saint roared, digging its four claws deep into the ground to resist the sudden gray hurricane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even its massive body began to seem small against the ever-growing storm, stretching high into the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man with Guilliman’s face had vanished into the pinkish-red door long ago, gone without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Insect Saint struggled desperately against the storm, too occupied to notice Dante and his group in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dante aboard the storm raven had no time to rejoice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm had indeed swallowed the Insect Saint—but it was now advancing toward the storm raven where Dante stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Descend immediately toward the Thinker Gate near the mechanical spire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp, finally finished this chapter. Stomach still hurts. Took my temperature—37.2°C. I’ll try to write another chapter, but it might not reach six thousand words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1100,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c3874c07aed98658ded3cd4f3eca64dfdf3f22955bedf6b035afa9b254cb39f1","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-136","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-134",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]