[{"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-153":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},2264976,4422,"Chapter 153: The Filial Sons and Grandsons of Sanguinius","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-153",153,"\u003Cp>“These two battle chapters are truly your filial sons and grandsons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gazed out the window at the two battle chapters standing face to face, unable to help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one side stood the Crimson Blade Chapter, clad in red armor with white trim; their founding date unknown, but for millennia before the forty-first, they had believed their parent chapter was the Ultramarines and their gene-father was Roboute Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet bloodlust and black rage—unexplained mutations in their gene-seed—were secrets they desperately concealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only when the High Chaplain of the Blood Angels, the Cold One Astorius, sought them out—this High Chaplain, executioner of the Blood Angels, tasked with slaying the sons of Sanguinius who had fully succumbed to the Black Rage, whether parent or progeny—that they learned their true origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astorius revealed to the Crimson Blade their true gene-father, making them understand who they truly were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, when Baal needed aid, many of the older warriors still felt alienated from the Blood Angels and refused to support Baal; only eight hundred relatively younger warriors followed their Chapter Master Kaan to Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposite them, tense and poised for conflict, stood the Blood Knights Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze toward the Blood Knights filled with sharp caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the Astartes of the Crimson Blade were equally wary—so wary they barely cared for mortal eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the populace of Baal II—at least those in the Town of Angel’s Descent—were well-trained; nearly all had lowered their heads, daring not to look upon the two angelic forces locked in confrontation, even covering their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Blade’s wariness had reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knights were renegade Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They too suffered from bloodlust and black rage, but they chose to embrace bloodlust, sinking into the instinct and desire to drink blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They suppressed their black rage by feeding on the blood of the innocent, yet ultimately, due to countless atrocities committed in battle, they were declared traitors by the High Lords of Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Blood Knights steadfastly claimed their loyalty, insisting that mortals had no right to judge the fidelity of an Astartes chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when confronted about their blood-drinking, their Chapter Master Jore offered this defense:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mortals are cattle; we are the shepherd’s hounds. Is it wrong for us to feed from the herd?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor once created Astartes to protect humanity—yet now some Astartes saw themselves as far above mortals, even beginning to slaughter them to drink their blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the Emperor heard such words, he’d surely applaud them,” Zhou Yun said with biting sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the white light remained unusually silent, speaking scarcely at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s gaze quietly settled upon the Blood Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knights were indeed listed as a renegade chapter, and they were indeed controlled by bloodlust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now they had come to Baal in response to Dante’s call, to defend the homeworld of their gene-father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the Crimson Blade, who had scarcely ever set foot on Baal, or the Blood Knights, imprisoned and broken—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their purpose in coming to the Town of Angel’s Descent was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before war came, before death arrived, to find some peace, courage, fury, and hope in the relics of their gene-father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tavern patrons said the angels had come for miracles—this was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angels had come for sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the land where our Father descended. We cannot slay each other beneath his gaze,” said the leader of the Crimson Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they met elsewhere, the Crimson Blade, long bound by Guilliman’s Holy Codex, would have fired upon the Blood Knights long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was Baal—where their Father’s gaze, heavy with sorrow, watched them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dry, chilling laugh issued from the Blood Knights’ leader’s helmet air-grill, the scent of blood nearly overflowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We know who our gene-father is,” said the Blood Knight. “We know whose curse, whose blessing this is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We remember his name always—we are closer to Sanguinius than you are. Isn’t that right, sons of Guilliman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sharp words,” Zhou Yun couldn’t help but admire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though bloodlust kept the Blood Knights in constant craving and fury, it had not dulled their tongues—they still spoke with venom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their attack on the Crimson Blade’s long-standing mistaken identity as Guilliman’s sons struck especially hard, given that many Blood Angel progeny chapters disliked Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of aggression, bloodlust clearly surpassed the Butcher’s Nails of the neighboring World Eaters by a wide margin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Blade’s leader nearly wanted to immediately strike back by accusing the Blood Knights of treason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly realized that the loyalty—or disloyalty—of an Astartes chapter must not be exposed before nearby mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the Crimson Blade’s leader knew he could not provoke the Blood Knights now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been sons of Guilliman for too long; they had not learned the Blood Angels’ style of mockery and sarcasm. In aggression, they were far inferior to the Blood Knights, long fallen into bloodlust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you are right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Crimson Blade could formulate a rebuttal, the Blood Knights spoke first:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the land beneath the angels’ gaze, and you have no right to deny us here. We possess purer Sanguinius blood than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, we came to support and defend Baal. No one but Commander Dante and the Angel himself may refuse our aid.” The Crimson Blade’s leader nodded, attempting to appear amiable: “We are allies. We can coexist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we dare not fight beside you. You are not pure enough, strong enough, or furious enough,” the Blood Knight leader sneered, glancing at the Crimson Blade with a nearly monstrous smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is purity judged by fury?” the Crimson Blade’s leader instinctively retorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Codex’s teachings had instilled in them the belief that reason must outweigh fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun cheerfully skewered a piece of scorpion meat from his plate and popped it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he savored Baal’s local delicacy, he watched the infighting among Sanguinius’s filial sons and grandsons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh.” The Blood Knight exhaled a faint breath of blood-steam; his body radiated terrifying heat of thirst and rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fangs, hidden beneath his helmet, nearly protruded—truly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Blade’s leader’s eyes flashed with sudden fury; he was, to some degree, infected by the bloodlust radiating from the Blood Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and his battle-brothers simultaneously placed their hands on their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These warriors still did not wish this to become a fratricidal conflict—but the bloodlust emanating from the Blood Knights was too thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knights’ leader let out a mocking laugh: “I thought you were Ultramarine spies infiltrating us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you can feel rage too? Good. Very good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knights’ leader glanced around, as if searching for something:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You need not worry,” he said as he looked, “we need to feed—but we dislike being watched while doing so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of blood nearly poured from the Blood Knights’ leader’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember my name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knights’ leader still spoke to the Crimson Blade, but his gaze slipped silently toward the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had watched the entire confrontation between the two chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp Blood Angel chapter master sensed the gaze but could not locate its source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath Zhou Yun’s clay-made false skin, he still wore the Ghost Thief DX suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This item concealed Zhou Yun’s form and aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Centor Jore, Chapter Master, First Blade of the Blood Knights.” The Blood Knights’ Chapter Master Centor Jore, unable to locate Zhou Yun, snorted and turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Blade’s leader drew a sharp breath, suppressing his fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed his head, reciting several passages from the Codex’s rules and precepts, calming himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he looked less like a Blood Angel and more like a Roman nobleman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Crimson Blade’s leader led his battle-brothers to the Grand Square to pay homage to their gene-father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should thank Horus—if he hadn’t crippled the Emperor, leaving him paralyzed on the Golden Throne—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the direction the Blood Knights had left, then at the Crimson Blade’s departure:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Otherwise, your sons might have ended up like the Thunder Warriors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come to the Angel’s Keep tomorrow. The Emperor will reward your deeds. No need to wear power armor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s tone dripped with sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun was somewhat serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels’ gene-seed was simply too unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he deliberately concealed it, Zhou Yun detected clear mutation traces on the Blood Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Blade appeared calm—but when the Blood Knights radiated bloodlust, Zhou Yun faintly observed an unhelmed Crimson Blade warrior whose teeth had lengthened, pressing against his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Crimson Blade, devout to the Codex and long believing themselves sons of the Ultramarines, were easily affected, revealing symptoms of bloodlust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the white light trembled, nearly with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rattled off a long string of words, but due to the barrier between reality and the Warp, Zhou Yun could not hear what he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun swiftly finished off the scorpion meat on his plate—this Baal specialty had won his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down the plate, turned to the tavern owner, and silently pulled a bloodstone from his fourth-dimensional pocket onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any vacant rooms? I’d like to rest for a while,” Zhou Yun asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner nodded slightly, gesturing that Zhou Yun could use the room behind the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly, rose to his feet, and glanced at the item he had just exchanged for in his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When in doubt, consult divination first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comment anywhere in this chapter or the previous one to enter the lottery: Dante and eight boxes of Blood Angel blind boxes—prizes drawn in twenty-four hours. Thank you, esteemed patrons, for your subscriptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The author visited his grandmother’s house today and is tired; he may sleep early. Prizes will be tallied and drawn tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1640,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8eded45c64ad4ff1498da731a69011a120d424fdb2173255d9a444ba8df320ab","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-154","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-152",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]