[{"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-165":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},2264988,4422,"Chapter 165: No Heretics, Only Loyal Subjects","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-165",165,"\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man rubbed his last remaining eye, set down his pen, and stretched his stiff limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since arriving at Baer, mental exhaustion had been eroding him—far worse than when he was in Asford’s lower nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sect leader, he faced too many problems, too complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man even regretted it; he should’ve followed Leina to Cadia from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To serve the greatest fortress world of the Human Empire, to die as a soldier on the battlefield, was purer than leading a sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, after hours on the battlefield, he could die for the Emperor, his soul returning to the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man rose, walked wearily to the window, and gazed out at the Asford and Laixiao refugee encampments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, scattered low buildings glowed with flickering lights, like shattered stars in the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This town was originally built by the Laixiao people, who called it Magda Town, named after the Battle-Sister who once protected Laixiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that great Sister never came to Baer—she hurried away with the last of her Battle-Sisters and a few refugees, vanishing somewhere unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Laixiao people never forgot the Sister’s sacrifice; nearby stood another town, Ces, honoring the Meat-Tearer’s warlord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This town was simply too vast—the Laixiao lived beneath boundless skies, nomadic, and their architecture reflected it, sprawling and loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man, an Asford man, found it deeply unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he still found the open sky terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fool Lag might be more comfortable on Baer-Two—it’s mostly Asford-built outposts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he survived after the war, perhaps he should build an Asford town on Baer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Doraemon Town? Too much like a holy city’s name—it couldn’t be as cramped as a hive-city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flax Town? To honor the Viceroy family he once served? No—Augustus Flax’s final rule wasn’t worth commemorating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drostron Town? That would suit better—honoring the Astra Militarum general who defended Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or… Zhou Yun Town? The One-Eyed Old Man thought of his old friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun, Lyne Rus, Neos, Saint Doraemon… old friend, if you’re truly divine, come help us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man muttered under his breath, pulled a box of Lho cigarettes from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baer had no industry; locals didn’t smoke this addictive industrial byproduct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rolled tobacco from desert plants—the One-Eyed Old Man couldn’t get used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he felt weary, he’d pull out a Lho cigarette from Asford and smoke it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one, put it between his lips—the box now held only three left. He wanted to save one for the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And another, in case he met that old bastard Lag—he could give him one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man couldn’t help smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zhou Yun—would he ever see him again? Nah, he didn’t smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man thought a moment, then pulled another cigarette from the box and walked to his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the desk sat a statue of Saint Doraemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man didn’t truly believe in Saint Doraemon—not because he doubted his power; in fact, he was among the few who knew Zhou Yun *was* Saint Doraemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply couldn’t imagine his old drinking buddy suddenly becoming a saint worshipped by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost like turning into a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lit the cigarette in his mouth, then lit the one in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood the lit cigarette upright before the Saint Doraemon statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lho cigarettes are good stuff—why don’t you smoke?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you’re a saint—I’m offering you one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man, cigarette dangling, muttered to the statue:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re truly a saint—or a god—give your old buddy a sign.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lho cigarette burned, its white smoke—stimulating, faintly hallucinogenic—slowly rising from the upright stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man took a deep drag, savoring the drug’s mild disorientation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes half-lidded, half-asleep, the smoke from the cigarette spread, turning the room pale white, shrouded in haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a breeze stirred before him, brushing his face—the white smoke surged toward its source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man startled, snapped his eyes open—and saw a door of pink-tinged red wood standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit.” His Lho cigarette fell from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door slowly opened, and Zhou Yun stepped through, his gaze meeting the One-Eyed Old Man’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this smoke that strong?” the One-Eyed Old Man blurted. “Or did I actually summon you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyes fell on the Saint Doraemon statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it, the upright cigarette emitted pale smoke—Zhou Yun’s face twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cold, death-worshipping chapel, the pink-tinged red door opened, and Zhou Yun stepped out with the One-Eyed Old Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the moment they stepped through, the One-Eyed Old Man caught the faint, lingering scent of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around the darkened chamber—bodies hung in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human ones. And Chijie ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dishi, clad in crude black leather, stood silently before a rough stone table, waiting for Zhou Yun. Clearly, Zhou Yun had met Dishi before coming to the One-Eyed Old Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man’s nerves tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dishi and her sect worshipped Saint Doraemon—but their focus differed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dishi believed Saint Doraemon was the Death-God’s Chosen, bringing equal death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man believed Saint Doraemon wielded Primordial Power, was the Dragon that devoured swarms, bringing hope and salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their beliefs clashed outright; each called the other heretical. Had it not been for the Tyranids and Chijie as common enemies, Dishi’s stiletto would’ve already slit his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, sects denouncing each other as heretics wasn’t rare—even within the Imperial Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Emperor never walked among his faithful, never summoned sect leaders to meet, never spoke to them directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man worried—was his splitting of the sect right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dishi’s faith was too abstract—he and most Asfordians couldn’t tolerate it; the Laixiao shepherds were already turning away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our Lord,” Dishi knelt on one knee, head bowed, her hostility subtly aimed at the One-Eyed Old Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since arriving on Baer, he and Lag rushed out, fractured our faith, committing heresy in Your name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man felt his throat tighten—he wanted to explain, but Zhou Yun waved him silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No heretics. All are loyal subjects,” Zhou Yun said, glancing between Dishi and the One-Eyed Old Man, sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat beside the stone table, gesturing for them to sit as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dishi bowed her head, sat silently opposite Zhou Yun without protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man sat down too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched their silent, reverent postures—his eyelid twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit. In Baer. First time being a saint. Online tutorials needed. Urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and spoke in a tone both gentle and commanding:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clouds drift in the sky, water rests in the bottle—you two are cloud, you are water. You do different things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No heretics. All are loyal generals. I see it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man exhaled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dishi bowed lower, her hostility toward him dissolving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have no doubts, Dishi?” Zhou Yun asked her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t bear to see Asfordians turn on each other, fracturing apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swarms were coming—they all needed to bind together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In pure faith, how can doubt exist? Any questioning of Our Lord is the gravest sacrilege.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dishi hurriedly knelt again, as if fearing Zhou Yun doubted her devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in white light trembled, murmured something—Zhou Yun couldn’t hear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could guess what the white-light figure was muttering: Perfect City.jpg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gestured for Dishi to rise, forbidding her to kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do either of you have a map showing the location of Angel Fortress?” Zhou Yun asked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they did, he could use the Gate of Anywhere to enter Angel Fortress directly, bypassing its outer defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, tens of thousands of Sons of Sanguinius gathered near Angel Fortress—the largest gathering of Sanguinius’s sons since the Horus Heresy, nearly one-thirtieth of the entire Imperium’s Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angel Fortress, the Imperial Palace of the Second Empire, was now only slightly less fortified than the Imperial Palace on Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few items could grant Zhou Yun physical or psychological invisibility—but all had flaws or exorbitant prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, the Stone Hat, which made others completely ignore his presence, cost nearly one-tenth of his current savings to rent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he spent it, he wouldn’t have enough left to acquire the item needed to resurrect Sanguinius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The One-Eyed Old Man shrugged and sighed. “This task is too difficult for us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could a bunch of refugee civilians get the precise map of Angel Fortress? Have you tried infiltrating?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Dishi—he’d seen the Death-Worshippers’ infiltration skills before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We tried two months ago,” Dishi shook her head. “But we were discovered before the operation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That corpse-like Chief Librarian used his foresight to detect us and stopped us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still not enough winners. Two more missing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1459,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","be2b6665e57c0e4feab3b266b4bd13ada776e2924f81b938cd110f4c978b34c0","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-166","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-164",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]