[{"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-139":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},2264962,4422,"Chapter 139: Toxic Smoke Worms","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-139",139,"\u003Cp>In the fortieth millennium of humanity, in this wondrous place, if an Astartes warrior dares to enter battle without a helmet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he is almost certainly a true berserker; if you happen to be his opponent, best prepare your mind in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this does not mean that those who wear helmets are not berserkers—if he wears a skull helmet, a golden mask, red-and-gold rabbit ears, or a purple-gray hood, then prepare to die horribly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, is a berserker of the no-helmet school; his bare head, exposed to air and battlefield, lets him better vent his rage, feel the kill, and bathe in the blood of humanity’s enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he detects clear use of toxins and still refuses to wear a helmet, he is not a berserker—he is a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth can endure being called madman or barbarian, but he will never tolerate being seen as a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He donned his dark red helmet and peered through its visor at the figure beside him bearing the face of Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face, so divine it seemed the Saint himself had returned to earth, momentarily made Seth believe the Archangel had descended; faintly, he thought he heard the whisper of angelic wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his words—he knew the Flesh Tearers intimately, even recalling the First Chapter Master’s scathing critique of the Primarch Roboute Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, his very words—utterly as if spoken by Saint Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing those words, Seth felt a tremor in both soul and gene-seed, a strange emotion rising, his inner madness and fury momentarily subdued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that face, for the faint whisper of wings, for his words and the reality before him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth decided to temporarily tolerate and trust him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A man unwilling to show his face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth glanced at Zhou Yun, speaking with less than courtesy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the blood of Saint Guilliman, if you deceive or betray me, I will make you pay—feel fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You will learn that a furious angel is more terrible than a mad beast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After delivering the threat, Seth’s tone softened slightly, as if unwilling to show anger toward the face of Saint Guilliman:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beware the strange yellow mist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth watched the gray-yellow mist spreading relentlessly across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist moved like a living thing, swiftly engulfing the swarm, blurring the shapes of the insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the finest warriors under Seth could barely shoot through such thick fog; even if they struck, they could not confirm their targets’ deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some may call us barbarians, but even barbarians have scholars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth spoke with solemn seriousness:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect this may be Toxic Smoke Worms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun smiled faintly—just as he had guessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The descendants of Saint Guilliman, faced with this face, might be stunned or bewildered, perhaps even suspicious—but they would never feel excessive anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, they would unconsciously restrain their fury, instinctively behaving near the image Saint Guilliman once desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Zhou Yun’s face had been crafted under the guidance of the winged figure from Bai Guang, theoretically a near-perfect replica of Saint Guilliman’s visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Saint Guilliman’s visage was etched deep into the soul and gene-seed of the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So-called Toxic Smoke Worms are…” Seth hesitated, then spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched Seth preparing to explain Toxic Smoke Worms in detail, and gently raised a finger to interrupt: “I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Oh.” Seth’s face was hidden beneath his helmet; Zhou Yun could not tell his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the roar of flames erupted as Magda, equipped with jump packs, leapt into the air and landed beside Zhou Yun and Seth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun noticed that Sister Magda had also donned her full power armor, prepared against toxic gases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Seth, then lingered on Zhou Yun for a moment, quickly realizing the two had reached an understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enemies… Sister Magda’s eyes flickered with doubt and speculation…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect the source of the toxic mist may be…” Seth suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Toxic Smoke Worms, right?” Sister Magda nodded. “These Tyranid creatures secrete highly toxic spore-gas from sacs on their backs; the gas is intensely active, seeping through the tiniest gaps in armor, dissolving men into sludge and foam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this was written in Zhou Yun’s book, *The Ork’s Guide to Tyranid Biology*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth stiffened slightly, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun guessed Seth had wanted to appear slightly learned, to soften the Flesh Tearers’ barbarian image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad Sister Magda already knew—and Zhou Yun had known these details in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth did not dwell on this minor point; watching the dim yellow spore-mist draw closer, nearly swallowing the entire swarm, his expression grew grim. “Bolters.” Seth issued a short, forceful command through the comms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flared across the battlefield as bolters fired 0.75-inch explosive rounds packed with high-yield charges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each round that pierced the gloomy mist triggered a blinding miniature explosion, briefly illuminating the surroundings and revealing the swarm’s shapes; the shrapnel also helped compensate for poor aim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roaring bio-projectiles shot from the gray-yellow mist, followed by bio-plasma and rotting toxins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swarm began to retaliate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the fog, the frontline Battle Sisters and Flesh Tearers had no time to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They swung weapons, sought cover, or charged forward regardless of the incoming tide of projectiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of their power armor bore fine scratches, but none yet compromised its function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the dim yellow mist surged like a living thing toward the frontline warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spore-mist seemed alive, seeping into the tiniest seams, dissolving and tearing through ceramite, ripping open gaps large enough to pour through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth watched one of his own Flesh Tearers scream in agony—this spore toxin was beyond mortal resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Astartes flesh, upon contact, erupted in bloody froth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle Sisters dissolved outright into thick sludge and foam, oozing from their armor, collapsing with necks torn open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worst of all—some Space Marines roared, breaking from their lines; before leaving, they seemed to grow sharp, blood-stained fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war had barely begun, yet already some Flesh Tearers were entangled in crimson hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Toxic Smoke Beasts hiding in the gas must be eliminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth gripped his Bloodreaver, eyes blazing with fury, ready to charge into the toxic fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Toxic Smoke Beast.” A voice suddenly rose from behind Seth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could move, a searing laser stream surged from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly a hundred lasers converged, piercing the mist in an instant, briefly illuminating it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ROOOOAR!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beast’s roar rang out—a serpentine Tyranid, hovering with twisted tentacles and a spore-sac on its back, exposed in the air; the laser torrent pierced its body in an instant, leaving charred black scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toxic Smoke Worms are indeed terrifying battlefield weapons, but their weakness is fragile bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once exposed from the mist, they can be easily killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun slowly picked up his locator staff, watching the gray-yellow fog thin slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were more Toxic Smoke Beasts within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You————” Seth turned, bewildered, but Zhou Yun’s voice cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Toxic Smoke Beast.” Zhou Yun spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His locator staff fell again, pointing toward a direction in the gray-yellow fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laser torrent struck—the Toxic Smoke Beast shrieked and collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Toxic Smoke Beast!” “Toxic Smoke Beast!” “Toxic Smoke Beast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun repeated this until the spore-mist had thinned to near-invisibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before the bewildered eyes of Gabriel Seth and Sister Magda, Zhou Yun pulled a Door of Anywhere from his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done. The rest of the swarm is yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded to Seth and Sister Magda; before either could react, his figure vanished from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Toxic Smoke Worms gone, the Flesh Tearers and Battle Sisters could handle the remaining Tyranid horde; relying on the fortress-monastery’s shields, they could now protect the crawler vehicles serving as stellar energy relays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, among the clouds of Asford, the terrifying Tyranid Flying Tyrant clashed with Dante; sharp bone blades met Dante’s battle-axe, sparking fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not merely a clash of martial skill, but of aerial maneuvering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the Archangel’s innate wings, Dante still gained brief flight through his jump pack…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held his breath, executing one high-difficulty maneuver after another against the Tyranid Flying Tyrant; their collisions echoed like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh…” Dante took a few deep breaths, then sharply reversed direction, diving toward the massive biomass lake below; his jump pack nearly shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid Flying Tyrant twisted its body in an impossible motion, accelerating faster than physics allowed, nearly lunging onto Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I messed up—I meant to set a timer…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1420,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","170d2b9e7ea782f204059de5819c9bf1dfee6e4fb29d3ac980756952a6634021","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-140","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-138",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]