[{"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-156":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},2264979,4422,"Chapter 156: Astarte Chaplain?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-156",156,"\u003Cp>Rough gravel blew across the town of Angel’s Descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun walked south along Saint Guilliman Avenue, where the street lay relatively cooler beneath the shadow cast by the angel’s wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his decorative glasses and glanced silently at the Astartes passing by now and then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mostly warriors of the Crimson Blades Chapter, they moved in small groups across the city, venerating the traces left by Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knights, however, had either departed or collectively gone elsewhere—nowhere to be seen on the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary pedestrians were even scarcer; most dared only hide within their homes, watching the Astartes from afar, and some wouldn’t even dare to look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy footsteps left a crunching sound in the sand—a figure clad in jet-black armor, his helmet forged into the shape of a skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angry skull helmet turned toward Zhou Yun, its neatly arranged metal teeth clenched tightly around the breathing tube, pale green ocular lenses glinting faintly in the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Crimson Blades Space Marine Chaplain—Zhou Yun slightly raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face of death, of course, did not frighten Zhou Yun; he even regarded the chaplain with mild interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaplain approached Zhou Yun with several Space Marines, giving him a slight nod, his power armor creaking in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings, honorable resident of Ba Wei II,” the chaplain’s voice was deep, bearing an accent distinct from Baal and the Underhive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice, amplified, rang slightly deafening: “Do you know where the Great Square is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to pay homage to our Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaplain seemed to be trying to make his voice sound gentle and kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But paired with his helmet, his voice, and the amplifier, it was enough to make every child in the city wet their pants at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blinked lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle chaplain? Rare indeed—especially among the children of Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, not just among Saint Guilliman’s children—even among Guilliman’s own, chaplains were often the most fanatical of the chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be the opportunity the Divination Machine had foretold—that he would obtain the map?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun had not yet reached the southern edge of Angel’s Descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am not a native of Ba Wei II,” Zhou Yun offered a faint smile: “I am Neos Daxiong, a pipe repairman from Asford, tasked with sealing broken conduits to prevent sewage, mutants, and thieves from flooding the Underhive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, too, have come here to express reverence and adoration for the Archangel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun spoke of reverence and adoration, the winged figure within the white light at his corner flickered with clear disdain, as if questioning his piety toward the Archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a damned birdman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I seem to be lost,” Zhou Yun shrugged, his tone tinged with resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not directly steer the conversation toward the map—he felt it would be too forced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaplain studied Zhou Yun for several seconds, then spoke in a gentle voice: “I see. Neos of Asford—I have heard of your battles. Your loyalty is worthy of praise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lost? Your companions are all gathered south of the city—follow Saint Guilliman Avenue and you’ll find them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaplain turned to point out the direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the word “Asford” had stirred some favor in him—his tone grew slightly less deep and somber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Companions? What companions do I have? Another group from Asford?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun did not reveal his inner doubt; the face covering him was sculpted from bodily clay, easy to control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your guidance,” Zhou Yun gave a slight bow; the chaplain returned the gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun then continued toward the southern part of the city, while the chaplain turned back to search for the Great Square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings, honorable resident of Ba Wei II.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaplain found another passerby and addressed the trembling man:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know where the Great Square is?” “I wish to pay homage to our Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were identical to those he had spoken to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, glancing away without notice, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth—the chaplain’s tone was gentle, but his actions were rigid, as if reciting from a fixed template.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be he speaks only by following the Toilet Paper—no, the Astartes Codex?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun withdrew his gaze before the chaplain could notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Space Marine, the chaplain’s senses were extraordinarily enhanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath Zhou Yun’s clay-made false skin lay the Ghost DX suit, and with the added sensory enhancement from the pale death aura, his reflexes were even faster than the chaplain’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how he avoided revealing any real flaw before the chaplain’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun vanished silently at the end of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Zhou Yun disappeared, the chaplain slowly lifted his head, gazing toward the direction he had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, did he seem suspicious to you?” asked the Crimson Blades Battle-Brother standing beside the chaplain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” The chaplain fell silent for a moment, only the creaking of his power armor echoing: “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither corruption by Chaos nor genetic mutation had the chaplain detected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His demeanor surprised me. Few mortals can speak to me without fear. Has the fire of Asford forged their people? Or does their unique faith sustain them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaplain recalled the so-called Saint Doraemon—the commander Dante had chosen to temporarily tolerate this cult venerating an unapproved saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this man Neos was indeed a companion of the Asford folk to the south, he too must be a follower of Saint Doraemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strange—this name ‘Neos’ somehow stirred a sense of holiness within me, as if the name itself deserved reverence...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vehicle cobbled together from crude machinery stood at the southern edge of Angel’s Descent, beside thin red mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of people in linen garments, bearing Asford faces, gathered near the vehicle, clutching something tightly as they whispered prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.May the Machine-Spirit protect our vehicle from ever stalling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May it guide us safely to our destination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The low prayers reached Zhou Yun’s ears; he approached with quiet curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him draw near, they immediately ceased their prayers and shoved what they held into their pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They studied Zhou Yun with wary eyes, finally fixing their gaze on his face—neither Baalite nor Asfordian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fellow countryman, where is your convoy headed?” Zhou Yun smiled, speaking in a thick Asford-accented Low Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his accent, the Asford folk’s eyes instantly softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Fardia Town,” the leader said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second Fardia—Zhou Yun blinked lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a coincidence—we’re going the same way.” He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1080,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8b36cc76fa8805f47845b83bde9bb6d4a73c33aa7b1ce7b31cc6c17d91baa6c2","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-157","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-155",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]