[{"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-14":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},2264837,4422,"Chapter 14: You Go Soothe the Machine Soul!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>The machine soul is displeased!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the excavator wildly swinging its mechanical arms, the hive workers and gang members were thrown into panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swayed like a living thing, turning its tracks and sending debris flying across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the excavator insane?!” the gang members cried, retreating in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hastily raised their automatic pistols and fired bullets at the small excavator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets struck the low-grade ceramic-steel shell, sparking violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even low-grade ceramic-steel could not be pierced by the gang members’ automatic pistol rounds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and all the gunfire achieved was to make the excavator even more frenzied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its mechanical arm swung violently, smashing into a nearby building; the force shook the structure, sending stones flying, and the gang members scrambled to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell do we do?!” the gang leader shouted at the hive workers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machinery had come alive—this was something they’d only heard in rumors and stories; their knowledge of “machine souls” extended only to the word itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hive workers were equally bewildered; they understood machinery a little, but the mystical concept of “machine souls” was completely foreign to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we soothe the machine soul?” one hive worker suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, I remember now—we’re supposed to soothe the machine soul!” another hive worker nodded frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard the same thing in the tavern—soothe the machine soul!” the hive workers chattered excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang leader nodded, grabbed a nearby gang member, and pointed at the frenzied excavator:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You. Go soothe the machine soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me?” the young gang member pointed at his own face, stunned: “Me? Soothe the machine soul?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this real?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go now!” the gang leader barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young gang member shuddered and stepped forward shakily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea how to soothe a machine soul—he could only extend his hands and use the same gentle motions he used on his wife at night, stroking the excavator’s shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion was slow, tender, and grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will this actually work?” the gang leader frowned, watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the young gang member rubbed the shell, the excavator actually stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It really worked?!” the gang leader’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hive workers nearby gasped in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I can soothe the machine soul!” the young gang member exclaimed, delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and gave a thumbs-up to the other gang members behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other gang members burst into applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, behind the young gang member, the excavator raised its mechanical arm high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arm came crashing down—the young gang member’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excavator’s wheels spun wildly again, its mechanical arm swinging freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun wiped sweat from his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Controlling the excavator with telekinesis from this distance, pretending it was a machine soul gone berserk, was surprisingly draining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the entire gang stronghold was in chaos; even the gang members guarding the water source had been drawn over, trying to subdue the mad excavator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the perfect opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at Monge; Monge understood instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slashed his own arm with the rusted dagger, and bubbly blood welled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge picked up a stone from the ground, dripped his blood onto it, and the stone was immediately corroded into a network of tiny pits, filled with his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just throw this stone into the water tank,” Monge said to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded, picked up the stone, and vanished from his spot, reappearing beside the gang stronghold’s water tank a moment later, where he tossed the stone into the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, beneath the pile of rubble, the excavator—no longer under Zhou Yun’s telekinesis—had stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang members, exhausted and drenched in sweat, stared at the excavator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That should be enough,” Zhou Yun nodded slightly, his figure vanishing from beside the tank and reappearing beside Monge and Malkit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Added it,” Zhou Yun nodded to Monge and Malkit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three stood in the shadow of the building, watching the gang members and hive workers nearby panting from exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, nearly all of them had drunk the water tainted with Monge’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyebrow twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few gang members had started having diarrhea, and a few others complained of stomach discomfort,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but most seemed unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge noticed Zhou Yun’s twitching eyebrow and spoke weakly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People’s constitutions aren’t all the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some who drink unfiltered water get diarrhea immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Others might take half a day before feeling any discomfort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhou Yun’s eyebrow twitched harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, man,” Zhou Yun rubbed his forehead, staring at Monge: “Is your blood’s toxicity really on the same level as unfiltered water?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge nodded guiltily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The toxic components in my blood are stored in glands—there’s only so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I used up a lot of it just to deal with you earlier; now the toxicity might be too low.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a little longer. Just wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge’s voice grew weaker with every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t blame himself, Monge muttered inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been startled by Lyen Rus’s terrifying face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d panicked and squeezed most of the toxic substance from his glands into his blood—now his blood’s toxicity was far too low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a little longer. Have patience,” Monge said to Malkit beside him: “Right, brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit, also embarrassed, turned his head away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at these two pathetic cultists before him, Zhou Yun felt his composure cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which genius from the Garden of Nurgle had corrupted these two pathetic cultists?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other cultists are blessed by Nurgle, blessed by the Great Unclean One—what, are you two blessed by Nurgle’s spirit? So weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head and extended his hand to Monge: “Lend me your dagger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Monge blinked, handing Zhou Yun the dagger coated in crimson rust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun weighed the dagger in his hand—he decided to solve this with a simpler, more direct method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Monge’s bewildered gaze, Zhou Yun vanished from his spot in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly appeared behind the gang leader, pressing Monge’s dagger across his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding gang members jumped, raising their automatic pistols and aiming at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This dagger is coated with lethal corruption toxin. A single scratch will turn you into pus, rot your soul, and drag it into the realm of demons, where you’ll never return to the Golden Throne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll revise this slightly for the next chapter—posting in ten minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1055,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d5d2bc518c10f10be4b9e3afd8f7965656437ab09cb33ad7de744bb586f47e7a","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-15","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-13",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]