[{"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-170":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},2264993,4422,"Chapter 170","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-170",170,"\u003Cp>“By the Winged Saint Guilliman, brother of our bloodline, do you mind if I join you at your table?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As a brother who also carries the blood of the Winged Saint Guilliman, you surely won’t refuse me, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at the Mephiston before him, a smile tugging at his lips, his tone utterly sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried an undeniable sincerity that made Mephiston’s body hesitate slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston feared that refusing Zhou Yun might expose him too soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gene-thieves almost always regarded each other as blood brothers and rarely turned down such a minor request as sharing a table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a slight nod and murmured, “Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This confirmed Zhou Yun’s suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his sole purpose was to deal with gene-thieves,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston had come to find the Lictor who had infiltrated Baal—he did not wish to reveal his identity prematurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Zhou Yun’s memory, one Lictor had secretly entered Baal by clinging to the hull of a Loyalist Angel’s vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, that Lictor would use buried desert pipelines to cooperate with the Digging Vipers and gene-thieves, tunneling into the Angel’s Bastion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>destroying not only the Bastion’s Void Shield array but also the Blood-Coffin Hall where the Blood Angels bred their recruits—Zhou Yun would call that Lictor the Great Devourer’s Chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook off his thoughts, sat down across from Mephiston, and spoke with a sincerity so profound it moved the heart:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise the Winged Saint Guilliman! You truly are a brother who shares the blood of the Winged Saint Guilliman—so kind, so willing to let this pitiful, starving, recently bereaved brother of ours share your table.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s voice sent chills down the spine, his emotional tone thick enough to raise goosebumps,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if Mephiston had done something worthy of Zhou Yun’s eternal gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston visibly froze; even he could not deny the authenticity of the gratitude in Zhou Yun’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let us praise the Winged Saint Guilliman together! Let us devoutly praise the blood of the Winged Saint Guilliman that flows within us!” Zhou Yun said with genuine fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s expression twisted slightly; he lowered his voice and murmured, “Praise the Winged Saint Guilliman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Praise the blood of the Winged Saint Guilliman that flows within us.” He spoke the second phrase as if biting down on iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said it! He actually said it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Mephiston’s grim face murmur prayers to the Winged Saint Guilliman, Zhou Yun felt a perverse pleasure—as if he had seduced a pure maiden into sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the white light couldn’t help but shake its head, as if complaining that Zhou Yun was tormenting its offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mephiston quickly regained his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an infiltrator, he had surely anticipated this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Winged Saint Guilliman was a false faith, with no counterpart in the Warp—unlike the four Chaos Gods, the last Eldar deity, the Second Brother of Chaos, or the new Saint Doraemon on Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praying to the Winged Saint Guilliman would not bring any adverse consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Blood Angels, the Emperor, and humanity, Mephiston would even resort to ancient blasphemous rites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To utter a single prayer to a false faith—he could easily accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One portion of spiced wine laced with human blood, roasted servants, and commoners with their heads removed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All ingredients must be under twenty years old—preferably from native Baal bloodlines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, seated across from Mephiston, turned to the restaurant owner behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner, his body sheathed in chitinous carapace and wielding four arms to prepare meals, burst into laughter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you’re joking! We’re not mindless ghouls blown apart by radiation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The children of the Winged Saint Guilliman would never commit such cannibalistic blasphemy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll prepare you salt-baked fire-scorpion and a cup of blood-root infusion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gestured to the owner, signaling it was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Mephiston clenched his fists, a flash of rage crossing his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s mockery was too sharp, too precise—it struck Mephiston’s rawest wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mephiston calmed himself quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precise. Too precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this man didn’t know Mephiston’s true identity, he could never have coincidentally targeted his deepest vulnerability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Has this gene-thief been unaffected by my psychic distortion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This stunned Mephiston—he had full confidence in his psychic power; even a gene-thief leader, if not actively focused, would struggle to resist it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this man seemed to have come here specifically to find Mephiston. He couldn’t fathom how he’d been exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly wanted to immediately probe the man’s mind with his psychic power—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DANGER!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sensation of soul-rending peril surged through his psychic sense, instantly halting his action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat dripped from Mephiston’s brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled everything that had just happened and quickly realized this man was no gene-thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was wearing a false face—and his performance, his mocking tone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh shit, the Chaos God of Change! Mephiston’s first thought was the Lord of Change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only recently had a Great Daemon of the Lord of Change attempted to incite civil strife among Guilliman’s children—something Mephiston and Sixth Company warrior Laphen had stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mephiston soon realized something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were a Great Daemon of the Lord of Change, he would have hidden far deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That mockery of his—other gene-thieves might not notice—but as a Blood Angel, Mephiston would instantly recognize it as a jab at himself and his blood-brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who drinks blood? Who eats flesh? Didn’t Mephiston know that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this man subtly reminding Mephiston of his true identity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston suddenly understood—he had a hunch who this man was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Blood Angels’ Librarian, he already knew Saint Doraemon and Zhou Yun of Asford were one and the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he knew Zhou Yun possessed the unique ability to alter his appearance—he immediately recognized the man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sent a chill down Mephiston’s spine: the candidate for one of the three seats in the Warp was sitting right across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did he get here? Why? What connection did he have with the gene-thieves?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mephiston’s concealment had failed—his gaze toward Zhou Yun now carried clear wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But according to Asford’s experience, this man should be hostile toward the Hive Mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched Mephiston’s expression shift multiple times within seconds—from anger to calm, from suspicion to wariness, and finally, a hint of reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun was utterly baffled—he’d just been joking with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often joked like this with the winged figure in the white light—look, the figure wasn’t even upset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that winged figure might one day become his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light might be the man who could become his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it. At least he now recognized Zhou Yun’s identity—and he at least knew Zhou Yun meant him no harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun was intensely curious: how had Mephiston learned of the Lictor’s location?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the normal timeline, he shouldn’t have known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, where do you come from? How did you arrive? And where are you headed?” Zhou Yun carefully chose his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many spies around—he couldn’t ask directly, and he feared more: was the Blood God watching them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revealing too much might alert the Blood God to his true purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Mephiston blinked in confusion—but the confusion vanished in an instant as he grasped Zhou Yun’s meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I come from a desert that was once grassland. A rider brought me here, to meet the Living Saint Guillimel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he was here for the Lictor. Wait—grassland? Rider?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun suddenly understood—he caught the keywords: Chagatai Khan. Khan had told Mephiston about the Lictor’s existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan! You haven’t abandoned your old countryman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why Khan had come—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun guessed it was because, when he opened the portal, he had briefly crossed paths with Khan in the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khan might have noticed the winged figure in the white light beside Zhou Yun at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun paused slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so, Khan might have told Mephiston about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Mephiston might know Guilliman could be resurrected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and Mephiston’s eyes locked sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a topic absolutely forbidden to discuss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God was always watching Baal—if either Zhou Yun or Mephiston spoke aloud of this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a Great Daemon would likely crash into this gene-thief stronghold the next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Guilliman’s resurrection couldn’t be mentioned—what about Roboute Guilliman’s resurrection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun weighed his words, then grinned and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe Roboute Guilliman has betrayed humanity and joined the Hive Mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Mephiston was thrown off by Zhou Yun’s bizarre statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, Roboute Guilliman is exceptionally skilled at mass-producing troops—and so is the Hive Mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second, Guilliman is always rushing to reinforce Terra—and the main Hive Fleet is always rushing toward Terra as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secondly, Guilliman is always on the way to reinforce Terra, while the main force of the Tyranid swarm is always on the way to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, we all know that the Tyranid Hive Fleet came to the galaxy likely because Roboute Guilliman ignited the Pharos Lighthouse—this is crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the decisive evidence is that just as the Hive Fleet was about to descend upon Baal, Roboute Guilliman happened to return—could this possibly be a coincidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he knew that the resurrected Blade Saint Guilliman would be his greatest obstacle to corrupting humanity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Guilliman who ordered the Hive Fleet to invade Baal, to clear away his obstacles!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh???” Methushton was utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1574,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0bda6509e022093523b414b5750dc81251ea098cef9f64eaf4379195862ea58a","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-171","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-169",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]