[{"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-155":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},2264978,4422,"Chapter 155: The Master of Infinite Change: Gah!!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-155",155,"\u003Cp>One scene after another unfolded before Mephiston’s eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the information within these visions was overwhelmingly complex, filled with incomprehensible symbolism; some images Mephiston saw would vanish from his memory moments later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>until finally Mephiston saw only black stone flames falling to the earth, where stars shattered and all things tore apart, the sky woven with red, purple, blue, and green devouring the stars, and all turned dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a metallic-blue figure rose slowly, stirring the surging tide of the highest heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston roared in agony, feeling all things sinking into the turbulent ocean of the Warp, and himself sinking with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pleasure to meet you, Lord of Death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver mask suddenly appeared before Mephiston—a slender, elongated figure—and a voice like music emerged from within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bring you the revelation of the Lord of Death and Souls, Inyeld.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witch-elf’s will was flooding into Mephiston’s mind; those visions had been shown to him under her guidance, within the surging waves of the highest heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Death and Souls, Inyeld—Mephiston knew this name; it was the elf-kin’s god of death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a new being born from the power and pure souls of the ancient god-king Asuryan within the elf-kin’s infinite soul-loop, the deity of death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the elf-kin seers believed that only when nearly all elf-kin had perished would Inyeld truly be born, and utterly destroy their enemy, Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This elf-kin witch was His apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Extraterrestrial!!!” Mephiston roared in fury, cursing the blasphemous alien intruding into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Mephiston could speak, he heard the sudden sound of hooves echoing through the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elf-kin witch’s body trembled with fear, crying out in panic: “No, I did not come for blood—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp saber slashed through the dream,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>eagles cried, horses neighed, the hunter laughed heartily,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the elf-kin witch’s head flew into the sky, blood gushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn alien, chattering away with your riddles,” came a mocking voice from before Mephiston,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the language was Low Gothic laced with unique vocabulary—Mephiston recognized it as a remnant of the culture of Terra’s Eastern Dragon Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A steppe rider had appeared without warning, mounted on a stallion, looking down upon Mephiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rider’s eyes were like those of an eagle, gazing down from above,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston felt every part of himself laid bare beneath the hunter’s hawk-eyed gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord of Death?” the rider laughed mockingly: “Too many claim that title, son of Sanguinius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have some power, but you’re still the weakest of them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s pupils trembled slightly—he realized who stood before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boy, you’re the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels!” the steppe rider sneered: “If you don’t recognize me, I’ll suggest Sanguinius replace you with an Ogryn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bring you revelation from the Path to Heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steppe rider mimicked the elf-kin’s tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The xenos spies will infiltrate Baal—you must beware them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kabandha is trying to enter the material universe; you’ve gathered too much—it hungers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Abaddon completes his Thirteenth Black Crusade; the Black Stone will fall, the rift will open.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brothers will return in turn—Guilliman and your father—who will be the first to suffer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lord of Death, the Machine God, and another unknown candidate have all arrived at Baal’s third moon—you must choose: support him or oppose him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, my father’s power grows stronger too—but whether that is good or ill, I cannot say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steppe rider spoke plainly, clearly—Mephiston stared, dumbfounded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he often received revelations and prophecies from the Warp, but most were buried in illusions and riddles, impossible to decipher,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>never before had he heard such direct, unambiguous words as these from the steppe rider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this even the Warp?? So clear, so orderly??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Mephiston found himself overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xenos spies infiltrating Baal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha about to descend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cadia likely to fall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarchs returning—Sanguinius and Guilliman both possible first?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Death, the Machine God, and another unknown candidate have reached Baal’s third moon—and the Blood Angels must choose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor’s power is growing—but not necessarily for the better?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston felt he could barely bear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of all these things the steppe rider spoke, the xenos were the least important,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even Kabandha ranked second-least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest were too shattering to his understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston could not help speaking—even though he knew asking such questions in the Warp was extremely dangerous,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but if he could bring his gene-father back, if he could guide the Blood Angels to make the right choices, he must risk it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can I bring my father back? Who is this candidate? Is he human? Why is the Emperor’s growing power not necessarily good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steppe rider’s hawk eyes fixed on Mephiston—those eyes seemed to pierce the essence of nearly all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the rider spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How would I know? Do you think I know all this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steppe rider snorted, patting his steed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse reared high—before Mephiston could react, the hooves slammed down hard on his face. “My lord!!!” Mephiston cried out: “Great Khan!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt up, crimson psychic energy surging toward the sarcophagus lid,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the ivory lid shattered into two pieces, crashing against the far wall and embedding diagonally into the coffin of a deceased Chief Librarian,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pneumatic seals exploded, the hibernation monitors embedded in the black carapace were torn free, blood spurted from severed tubes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the blood of Sanguinius!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston involuntarily gasped, breathing heavily—he remembered the visions from his dream, hesitated a moment, then whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And by the Eagle of Chogoris too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew a legendary being had once aided the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rumbling commotion erupted outside Ma Leifeisi’s Tomb,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>clearly the noise Mephiston had made had been heard by other Librarians and guards of the Blood Angels Library,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their footsteps on the stairs reached Mephiston’s ears—hurried, yet without hesitation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>clearly, they were prepared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whether to aid Mephiston or contain a rogue monster,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door to Ma Leifeisi’s Tomb was shoved open,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The messenger Gaius Lasselas—the second-ranking Librarian—led a fully armed contingent into Ma Leifeisi’s Tomb,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they clearly expected the worst; their taut bodies betrayed their fear, tension, and resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What destruction could a runaway Mephiston cause? Even Mephiston himself feared the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mephiston!” Gaius Lasselas leveled his bolter at Mephiston’s head—he knew it was useless: “Is the man standing there my friend Mephiston, or a cursed monster?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaius Lasselas was one of the few Blood Angels who truly befriended Mephiston; others feared and watched him warily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s me.” Mephiston forced his voice to remain calm: “I have not lost myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the Blood of Sanguinius.” Gaius Lasselas exhaled: “Thank the Emperor and Sanguinius—I was ready to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened? What’s going on?” his friend could not help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaius Lasselas’s gaze fell upon the ivory slab embedded diagonally into the coffin of a former Chief Librarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.I received a revelation.” Mephiston chose his words carefully: “I must see Commander Dante.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the back room of the Bloodscorpion Tavern in Angel’s Descent, Zhou Yun stared at the Truth-or-Folly Oracle and spoke again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to obtain a map usable by the Gate of Anywhere to reach the main world of Baal—I should go east of Angel’s Descent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue cross flew up from the table, indicating Zhou Yun’s statement was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not east… Zhou Yun did not hesitate, continuing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to obtain a map usable by the Gate of Anywhere to reach the main world of Baal—I should go west of Angel’s Descent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another blue cross flew up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to obtain a map usable by the Gate of Anywhere to reach the main world of Baal—I should go north of Angel’s Descent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still a cross—but Zhou Yun’s lips curled into a smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I go south of Angel’s Descent today, I will obtain a map usable by the Gate of Anywhere to reach the main world of Baal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the rising symbol was unmistakably a red circle—indicating Zhou Yun’s statement was correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To obtain a map to the main world of Baal, Zhou Yun must go south of Angel’s Descent—there, he will find his opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he did not know why, nor what he would encounter there,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>since the Truth-or-Folly Oracle deemed it correct, Zhou Yun need only go south of Angel’s Descent to obtain the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the remaining uses left on the Truth-or-Folly Oracle, stroked his chin, and continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before I obtain the map to the main world of Baal, I will suffer no form of serious injury.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red ring sprang up from the table, and Zhou Yun’s lips curled into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matter was settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, left the tavern, and headed south toward Angel Descends Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun noticed nothing of the furious ripple stirring within the subspace at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gaaah!!!!” The Lord of Many Forms let out a piercing shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing the book, pushing the book, pushing the book: “Stranded in the Box Realm, Good at Clinging to Thighs” — a seasoned author, this one’s performance is also solid; rare box-realm fiction. His prose is slightly off-putting, but the plot and pacing are excellent; after getting past the beginning, the rest is quite good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1521,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5a76eeb96e0a16608f945b0126cfe55392ed43aaca72a85c5585114c3318b151","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-156","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-154",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]