[{"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-141":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},2264964,4422,"Chapter 141: The Burner Adrazasa and Saint Gilenor","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-141",141,"\u003Cp>Burning celestial fire fell from between the stars, igniting the sky above the mechanical spire like wildfire consuming an endless prairie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments of the tesseract labyrinth rained down as metal shavings, revealing the blazing flames within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, Dante even thought the profane binary stars of the Underworld System had erupted again with scorching flares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, years of accumulated knowledge and wisdom allowed Dante to recognize what the blazing sphere descending from the heavens truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing sphere, like the hydrogen layer of a dying star, was cast forth; orange-yellow flames swallowed the surrounding ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether broken buildings, machines, or the swarms nesting within them, all vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only ash to prove they had ever existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rising slowly from within the fireball was a noble figure, entirely wreathed in the blazing fire of a solar disc, encircled by coronal radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Star-God fragment!” Even Dante could not help but cry out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lingering shadow of an ancient deity of the primordial material universe, a pure energy entity—the shattered remnant of a Star-God bound by the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, the Necrons had been deceived by the Star-Gods and enslaved by them, but during the Star-Gods’ weakness after the War of the Stars, the Necrons launched their revenge and shattered the majority of the Star-Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Star-God fragments were bound by the Necrons within tesseract labyrinths, mostly used as energy sources, but deployable as weapons in times of crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveler. Anarakel seemed delighted by Dante’s astonishment, unable to suppress a giggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Star-God fragments were exceedingly rare even among the Necrons, and the one Anarakel had unleashed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the fragment of ‘The Burner’ Adrazasa! He is fire, he is burning, he is the Lord of All Flames, the blaze that scorched the pride of the Ancient Ones!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveler. Anarakel declared, raising his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He burned through the Webway’s gates, allowing the Necrons to step into the domains of the Ancient Ones and the Eldar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is fire—the fire that ignites all, consumes all; whether the High Heaven or the material universe, all are but fuel to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet the Silent King himself drove his spear into the chest of ‘The Burner’ Adrazasa, and the universal conflagration, the endless flame, was finally extinguished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be awed, mortal,” Traveler. Anarakel proclaimed. “This is but a faint spark of our power, barely noticeable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he spoke thus, Anarakel’s long-dead heart bled, and a fear, ancient as time itself, stirred within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a fragment of Adrazasa—one of the cruelest, most violent Star-Gods, who delighted in watching all things reduced to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the eons before time, he forged countless calamities, devoured innumerable Necrons, and became an eternal nightmare to countless races.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fear even traveled through genes, becoming the source of the innate terror of fire in most species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Star-God fragment was but a lingering shadow of its former self, even though its mind was shattered, it remained exceedingly dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anarakel could still barely control it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if this fragment recalled even a trace of its former glory and dominion, Anarakel and all of Asford would be reduced to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, though Anarakel could release it, he had no confidence he could recapture it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Hive Mind not suddenly panicked and hatched two Hive Lords, Anarakel would never have unleashed this fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently resolved: once the Burner’s task was complete, he would immediately recapture it with the tesseract labyrinth, to prevent it from slipping control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally arrived,” Zhou Yun murmured, gazing from beyond the Gate of Anywhere at the roaring flames atop the distant mechanical spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fragment of an ancient Star-God had descended upon Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Hive Lords roared, raising their claws and bio-cannons toward the burning Star-God fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The highest-tier units evolved by the Tyranid Hive clashed against the lingering remnants of primordial material universe deities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every living projectile on the Hive Lords’ bodies unleashed at once, transforming the air into a dense rain of biological ordnance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Star-God fragment let out a silent roar, and the structure of the material world trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vortex of flame, reaching between the stars, nearly as towering as a Tyranid capillary tower, manifested in defiance of physical law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing flames instantly engulfed every biological projectile, reducing them to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Star-God fragment hunched its body, wreathed in ribbon-like coronae; the flame vortex rapidly compressed, shrank, and—defying all logic—condensed into the Burner’s hand, becoming a spiraling spear of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire spear thrust forward; the two Hive Lords barely dodged. The spear grazed their bodies, instantly burning through one layer of their psychic shields, reducing everything it touched to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, it drove straight into a massive capillary tower piercing the sky nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tower ignited at once, burning from the point of impact, dissolving into ash beneath the roaring flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biomass within it was likewise vaporized and consumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun winced at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My biomass,” he muttered involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you upset? How did it become your biomass?” The winged figure within the white light twitched its lips slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m as close as brothers to the Hive Mind. One family doesn’t eat two kinds of biomass.” Zhou Yun declared solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure within the white light—his form had grown exceedingly thin, as if about to vanish on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun knew: on Tartarus, he had joined the battle of the Underworld System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaelen and the warriors of the First Company held their ground before the grand prism control console on Tartarus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face, unshielded, was filled with exhaustion and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving Asford, Dante had assigned the First Company a new mission:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To accompany Priest Arophen and the Death Company warriors in guarding the ancient artifact—the Grand Prism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, this task belonged to the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Necron technician under the Traveler had failed—he arrived on Tartarus to find the entire planet overrun by Tyranids, and even with hundreds of Necron warriors, he could not hold it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this arrogant Necron technician, proud and haughty, refused to retreat for reinforcements. They were torn apart by the Tyranid behemoths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Dante had never fully trusted the Traveler; he knew such a dangerous artifact must remain under his own control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Priest Arophen and Captain Kaelen received orders to board a strike cruiser and journey to Tartarus to guard the Grand Prism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the number of behemoths was simply too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Butchers roared, howled, and tore apart the bodies of Death Company warriors and First Company Terminators with their claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death of each behemoth often cost the lives of several Death Company warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpses of warriors clad in black power armor littered the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had died with honor at least, Captain Kaelen thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched as one Death Company warrior emptied his magazine, then roared and swung his bolter like a club, smashing the lowly Tyranid creatures that dared approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the end, that brave warrior fell—before the face of a Butcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Butcher was terrifying—the largest Kaelen had ever seen in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It possessed a massive body, covered in grotesque scars, with only one eye, parts of its skull exposed, as if it had endured countless wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Kaelen felt terror from it—the cold gleam in its single eye seemed like the Hive Mind itself staring directly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priest Arophen, standing beside Kaelen, roared and sprinted sideways toward the behemoth, raising his weapon and unleashing a barrage of bullets; chitinous shards flew through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaelen followed, charging from the other side with his Hammer of Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a low growl, the Butcher nearly slammed into Kaelen, raising its scythe-like claw to clash against Kaelen’s Hammer of Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A field of energy erupted where they clashed; Priest Arophen raised his priestly staff and charged sideways toward the Butcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at that moment, the Butcher moved with a speed neither could follow, unleashing a torrent of fire from its bio-cannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How is this possible?! It suffered such grievous wounds, yet still moves with such agility?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen froze for a moment, then realized the scars on the Butcher were not newly inflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been there since its birth—its form was carved by the Hive Mind’s corruption from the moment it was created; the scars did not hinder its movement at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bizarre sight twisted his expression involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Hive Mind grown so cunning as to deliberately craft deceptive, camouflaging scars onto Tyranid carapaces?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Kaelen saw Priest Arophen thrown backward—and felt a searing pain in his own chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bio-projectile struck his chest, blinding him with agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the bio-projectile exploded on Kaelen’s chest; countless tendrils, like flames, burst forth and stabbed toward his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid behemoth with its single eye appeared before Kaelen in the blink of an eye, raising its bio-bone blade high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen braced himself for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light—a brilliant blue-white radiance—suddenly shot down from midair, illuminating the entire ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Kaelen nearly forgot his pain, staring dumbfounded as the radiant light fell upon the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the blood of Saint Guilliman,” Captain Kaelen heard Priest Arophen gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A winged warrior descended from the light, his silver-white blade gleaming like snow on a midday sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Gilenor descended upon Tartarus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1556,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9ab66bbeaeb8e5cf2762fe1e1854f162c30bcef9168a7eb7b7767f3e2f9516c0","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-142","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-140",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]