[{"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-137":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},2264960,4422,"Chapter 137: Butcher Guilliman","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-137",137,"\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth’s body trembled uncontrollably with rage,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for he saw the bald man stepping out of the suddenly appearing wooden door bore a face identical to Saint Guilliman’s,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a face radiating Saint Guilliman’s unique mercy, nobility, and divinity—had it not been for the conspicuous bald head, Gabriel Seth would have believed it was the Gene-Father manifesting or that he had fully succumbed to Black Rage\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet even so, Seth still suspected he had been corrupted by the Black Rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grand Sister!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth raised his voice, his entire body surging with anger nearly solidified into substance, causing Grand Sister Magda to shudder slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me—is what I see real?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda swallowed hard, nodding almost imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that our Gene-Father—or some blasphemous lie, some disguise?!” Gabriel Seth nearly screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, more and more Flesh Eaters Astartes noticed the figure emerging from the wooden door,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the figure bearing their Father’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Sister Magda’s lips twitched faintly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>how could she answer this question? Her reason told her this figure could not possibly be Saint Guilliman, the Gene-Father of the Blood Angels,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but—how could such holiness emanate from that face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Grand Sister Magda’s hesitation, seeing the tide of insects surging from afar and the bald man standing between them and the cathedral,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth exhaled a deep breath thick with blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>struggling to suppress his lust for slaughter, his rage and madness—yet barely holding on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his Flesh Eaters behind him were even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth knew that if he did not charge now, this unspent rage and madness might turn upon his own comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill! In the name of Saint Guilliman’s blood!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth roared, charging into battle with his twin-chainblade sword, Bloodreaver,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and behind him, the Flesh Eaters unleashed bestial roars, hurling themselves wildly toward the approaching insect horde\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth himself, gripping the razor-edged twin-chainblade, roared toward the bald man who had stepped from the wooden door, bearing Saint Guilliman’s divine face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the blood of Saint Guilliman, he would personally determine whether this was blasphemy or divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared numbly at both sides of the battlefield,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he hadn’t intended to appear right in the center of it—he’d planned to use the Gate of Passage to enter the Shels Cathedral first, to gain Seth and the Grand Sister’s trust,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but perhaps General Droste’s map had been inaccurate, or perhaps it was too old, the terrain of Laixio having shifted due to tidal erosion; when Zhou Yun activated the Gate of Passage, he materialized precisely at the battlefield’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Zhou Yun’s left lay an endless ocean of chitin, a ravenous swarm of insects,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the moment they saw Zhou Yun, they charged faster, clearly converging toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his right, armored red warriors roared in fury, their bloody, savage bellowing nearly made Zhou Yun think they were World Eaters,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only upon closer inspection did he realize—they were the Blood Angels’ sub-Chapter, the Flesh Eaters. I almost thought Khorne had broken through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How rude,” chuckled the winged figure within the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had no time for banter now,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the enraged Flesh Eater warriors surged toward him and the insect horde like a tide of blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their anger nearly tangible, followed by a tidal wave of bolters, shells, and laser beams raining down upon the distant insect horde, blasting the blasphemous aliens into rolling chunks of meat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh Eaters equipped with jump packs roared, their backs erupting in burning flames as they launched skyward into the insect tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low-tier Tyranid units—blade bugs, gun bugs, and gargoyle-like creatures—soon clashed with them, trapping Zhou Yun in the middle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun swiftly retracted the Gate of Passage, dodging the insects’ biological bullets and claws with a speed that even the enraged Flesh Eaters could not help but marvel at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Flesh Eaters strangely made no move against Zhou Yun—they seemed far more inclined to direct their fury at the aliens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, they were leaving Zhou Yun to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twin-chainblade roared as it slashed toward Zhou Yun; he raised his arm to block,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the chainblade tore through the clay-like skin covering Zhou Yun’s arm, flesh-colored clay flying everywhere,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet the blade seemed to strike something hard, sparking violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth let out a startled cry—he saw that beneath the clay-like skin, the man wore a layer of silver metallic armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had wrapped his Body Clay over the Ghost Thief DX suit, fashioning a false layer of skin and flesh—Seth had been fooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Necron?” Seth growled, noticing the metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his reason immediately told him this metal was not Necron biomatter—else his chainblade would have left deeper wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Iron Man?” Gabriel Seth then considered another possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I told you I’m the Machine God?” Zhou Yun asked with perfect sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the face indistinguishable from Saint Guilliman’s, Gabriel Seth hesitated—his instinct almost believed the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he snapped back to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?! How dare you steal Saint Guilliman’s face?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth roared, darting away from Zhou Yun, then reappearing at his side in a blink, Bloodreaver swinging with unstoppable force toward Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Guilliman himself isn’t even upset—why are you so worked up?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun thrust out his hand; a child’s toy short sword, made of plastic and glowing faintly with golden light, shot forward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if possessed by a soul, it precisely and elegantly intercepted Gabriel Seth’s Bloodreaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m worked up! How could I not be?!” cried the winged voice in the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth seemed to hear the voice’s complaint—his Bloodreaver suddenly roared into a violent spin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he wielded the massive two-handed blade as nimbly as a gymnast twirling ribbons,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the blade became a blur of crimson light, slashing at Zhou Yun—but Zhou Yun’s sword, Dian Guang Wan, had just been recharged,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this twenty-second-century child’s toy instantly read Seth’s technique, countering with a precision that even Seth could not help but admire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gabriel Seth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am your ally, not your enemy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shouted at Gabriel Seth, rapidly recalling the man’s life:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am here to fulfill Commander Dante’s plan—I am your ally!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think—why did you come here? Do you seek rage—or the honor Saint Guilliman once gave the Ninth Legion? Do you crave slaughter—or respect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you remember the Wolves’ disgust when they looked at you? Do you remember the Battle Sisters’ contempt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want the Flesh Eaters to die bearing the name ‘Butcher,’ erased from the galaxy in scorn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you a furious angel—or a mad beast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth’s chainblade paused for a heartbeat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s words struck straight at Gabriel Seth’s deepest wounds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth still remembered the eyes of the Space Wolves and Battle Sisters—filled only with revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only someone who knew Gabriel Seth’s life could have spoken such soul-destroying words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will do what I must!!!” Seth roared back: “It is not your place to scold me, you unknown wretch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun knew Seth harbored doubt—else he would not have ordered all the Flesh Eaters to attack the distant horde while he himself stood to speak with Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a little more—Zhou Yun could have won Gabriel Seth’s trust; this Chapter Master had the instincts of a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough, cough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun cleared his throat:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roberto Guilliman, the Strategist Guilliman, the Warrior Guilliman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“History will remember the Primarch of the Ultramarines by many names, but for our Blood Angels,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“there is only one name to remember him by: Butcher Guilliman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With laws and edicts, Guilliman tore out the Legion’s heart—even his own son did not escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Horus used a hammer; Guilliman used the executioner’s blade—yet the end result was the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun spoke, Seth’s expression stiffened—he knew what Zhou Yun was reciting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>these words were considered blasphemous in the Imperium; calling a Primarch a Butcher was a grave sin, and if the Ultramarines learned of it, retribution would follow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Seth had heard this before—he knew Zhou Yun was quoting the words of Nasir Ammit, the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Eaters, recorded in their secret scriptures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This should never be known outside the Chapter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers became cousins; cousins became exiles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guilliman’s new Chapters, his new beginning, were a severing of all that came before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched Seth’s expression soften, and smiled faintly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as expected—the Flesh Eaters’ hatred for Guilliman was etched into their very genes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued: “No honor. No devotion. No history. No action.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We are nothing but bastards without war or victory—we are no longer angels,” Seth finished for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” said the winged figure in the white light calmly: “You are still angels, my children. Remember honor and hope. Do not yield to rage and madness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Zhou Yun whispered again: “You are still angels, children of Saint Guilliman. Remember honor and hope. Do not yield to rage and madness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth stared at Zhou Yun—he already trusted him somewhat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even his bare face had softened, his expression moved,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they could die as furious angels, not as mad beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, insulting Guilliman was the key to getting along with the Flesh Eaters, Yun Zhou couldn’t help but mentally complain\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[100] Indeed, just insulting Guilliman was enough to win over the Flesh Eaters. Zhou Yun couldn’t help internally grumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, far across the battlefield, a thick haze of gray-yellow fog suddenly began to churn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s superhuman senses faintly sensed danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Poison smoke beetles,” Zhou Yun said softly, looking at Seth beside him: “Stop pretending—you’d better put on your helmet right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling a bit better today, but still unwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a half-dreaming state, he thought of a strange joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Angron became an idiot after birth, but Lokar was born one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Horus became an idiot after birth, but Lokar was born one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luther became a barbarian after birth, but Ryan was born one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Horus became a traitor after birth, but Guilliman was born one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1645,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f4ef8aeceedf9a2e7bac9a4c3dbe09ea096f8f03486ff07f4ed5ac4574b5ef9b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-138","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-136",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]