[{"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-16":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},2264839,4422,"Chapter 16: Corpse Starch Guild","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-16",16,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stepped into PDF’s headquarters and couldn’t help frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside PDF’s headquarters, corpses lay beside the buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wore the uniforms of the Asford Star Planetary Defense Force, their faces gaunt, bitten, and rotting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the corpses were missing parts; it was easy to imagine that, after the Viceroy ordered the bombardment of Old District Eight, the PDF soldiers buried under the rubble had resorted to cannibalism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun wasn’t concerned with that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eating corpses in the hive was not a psychologically burdensome act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the famous corpse starch contained a portion made from the bodies of the dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corpse Starch Guilds responsible for producing corpse starch used hearse fleets and mobile factories to collect the dead and turn them into corpse starch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many hive residents had consumed this corpse starch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly tightened Zhou Yun’s brow was that these corpses had lain here for at least a hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they were merely rotted—not reduced to piles of bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of caution arose in Zhou Yun’s mind; he extended a finger toward one of the corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!!!” He uttered a single syllable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse’s head exploded like a watermelon struck by a hammer, red, green, and white pus splattering across the wall behind it, forming a twisted painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After centuries of decay, these corpses’ heads had turned soft and rotten; even the shockwave from an air pistol could shatter them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the other nearby corpses remained motionless, as if truly lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… wasn’t right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned again and extended his finger once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang! Bang! Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three more corpses’ heads exploded, yet none of the others rose as Zhou Yun suspected—none became undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head, glancing at Marquett and Mong behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett gave him a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was this guy who did something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded at Marquett, then\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swung his arm; the mechanical hand above him moved, sweeping across the corpses beneath the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the corpses’ heads were crushed and exploded, leaving streaks of red, green, and white on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once all corpses within sight were cleared, Zhou Yun smiled at Marquett, then walked calmly toward the PDF warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett watched this, unable to help shaking his head and sighing: “So cautious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he afraid I’ll awaken these undead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, did he figure out you used the ‘Angel’s’ incantation to put the undead to sleep?” Mong asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong’s tone held surprise—he seemed unable to fathom how Zhou Yun knew these corpses were undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He understands us well—perhaps better than we understand ourselves,” Marquett said in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is he? Lyen Rus—such a clearly fake name,” Mong said, staring at the direction Zhou Yun had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett fell silent, recalling the terrified screams of the ‘Angel.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the time, the ‘Angel’s’ voice was filled with an un fading cheerfulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time he’d heard the ‘Angel’ sound so terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the information revealed in that terrified scream\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This name might hold some truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett said seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The ‘Angel’ said his face looked like…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong noticed Marquett’s hesitation—as if weighing whether to speak the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like who?” Mong pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The demigod of the First Legion during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett took a deep breath and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lyen El Janssen—his face is nearly identical to Lyen El Janssen’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But his build is wrong, and his personality doesn’t match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lyen Rus looks like a Primarch?” Mong gasped at Marquett’s words,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and his mind raced through countless possibilities—each more horrifying than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t think about this. He didn’t probe our secrets; we won’t probe his.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finding the relic’s trail is what matters most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett shook his head, scanning the surroundings, his gaze settling on the PDF headquarters office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted Mong’s shoulder, and they walked toward the building together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empire used many media to store information, the most common being parchment and data plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Important, valuable information was stored on more reliable, secure parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest was stored on data plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong sifted through the data plates in his hands, searching for the information they needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett sorted through the parchments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Found it,” Marquett said, pointing to a parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Covered in dense rows of Low Gothic letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was PDF’s detailed record of the plague from that era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clearly documented the plague conditions in Old District Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett waved to Mong: “Find me a data plate with a map of Old District Eight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong pulled out one from the pile he’d just found,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>having specifically chosen it because he’d promised Zhou Yun he’d help locate the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett studied the map of Old District Eight on the data plate, marking with his finger the locations where the plague had first appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The points he marked formed a patch—sparse on the edges, dense in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the marked map, Marquett fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The plague spread across half of Old District Eight; this half is likely the origin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to PDF’s records, the earliest outbreaks occurred here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett stared at the densest cluster of points—the epicenter of the plague’s initial spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his finger, connecting the earliest outbreak locations into an irregular circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on the building within the circle—and quickly identified a suspicious target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Corpse Starch Guild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett pointed to the Corpse Starch Guild’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corpse Starch Guild lay almost exactly at the center of the earliest plague outbreak sites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems that over a century ago, the Corpse Starch Guild spread the plague, channeling the power of the garden where the ‘Angels’ resided into the material universe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to the ‘Angels,’ that power was infused into an ancient artifact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But before the artifact could be completed, the Viceroy, sensing what was happening, bombarded Old District Eight, burying everything beneath the rubble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marquett’s voice carried a hint of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the nearly completed artifact is likely still inside the Corpse Starch Guild!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we find that artifact and retrieve the warp engine from the Underhive, we can save all of Asford.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all hives developed monopolistic Corpse Starch Guilds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1025,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8b2cb69665d98437d57dcdbfd9be42ae6097e424df7d39f8d1ca18640b15f82b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-17","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-15",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]