[{"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-172":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},2264995,4422,"Chapter 172: Big Nephew Thief, Listen to My Heart","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-172",172,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at the information that had appeared in his mind—a map of the Barren Main Star composed of Memphiston’s memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This chief librarian, with his extraordinary memory, had rendered the map extraordinarily detailed and precise, nearly encompassing all geographical locations on the Barren Main Star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the vast deserts on the planet, the dead volcano of the Seraph, or the Angel’s Keep beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the location of Saint Guilliman’s tomb was absent—only crudely marked as lying beneath the Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun furrowed his brow slightly; he didn’t believe Memphiston had deliberately concealed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vaguely recalled that the underground sections of the Angel’s Keep seemed to be remnants of some ancient civilization, possessing unique properties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beneath the Angel’s Keep lies a series of strange tunnels and caverns; these underground sections possess subspace properties and do not occupy the position they theoretically should.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if noticing Zhou Yun’s confusion, Memphiston spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Historically, the Blood Angels have attempted to excavate these underground sections multiple times, but ultimately found only sand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, the underground sections of the Angel’s Keep cannot be mapped—they can only be entered via passages within the Angel’s Keep itself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether the chapter’s relic vaults, the prison cells, or Saint Guilliman’s tomb, all were constructed according to these underground sections.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cannot be mapped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but rub his chin; without a map, the Gate of Passage could only take him to places he had already been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant Zhou Yun would have to enter through the Angel’s Keep’s internal passages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even with a map, Zhou Yun would not rashly enter Saint Guilliman’s tomb now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the moment he entered and began his actions, the Blood God would notice the signs of Saint Guilliman’s resurrection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that point, according to the Judgment Machine’s verdict, Zhou Yun would have to face Kabanha and Angron crashing down upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Zhou Yun somehow managed to withstand this pair of bloodthirsty demons and Chaos Primarchs, there was no guarantee the Blood God wouldn’t escalate further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun needed to find himself some bodyguards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Memphiston beside him—clearly a good choice; he was one of the top two psykers in the entire Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t enough. What Zhou Yun truly wanted was the Hive Mind; once the Shadow of the Warp reached Barren, everything would improve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Swarm would be Zhou Yun’s best bodyguard—the first line of defense against Warp incursions into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Hive Mind’s Shadow of the Warp enveloped all of Barren, Warp energies would become difficult to penetrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even daemons would find it hard to enter reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun even suspected the Swarm’s target was Saint Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, when Zhou Yun entered Saint Guilliman’s tomb, the Hive Mind, fearing Khorne would act first, might actively help Zhou Yun block Khorne’s daemonic invasions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if Saint Guilliman resurrected, the Swarm still had hope of obtaining his genetic sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if Saint Guilliman were transformed into a Daemon Primarch, the Swarm would be left sucking dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun would gain a window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the fall of Cadia and the opening of the Great Rift, after the Swarm arrived on Barren—this was the opportunity to resurrect Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s thoughts shifted, and he looked at Memphiston: “What is Dante doing now? Has the Crimson Conclave convened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memphiston nodded slightly: “Commander Dante is convening the Crimson Conclave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Representatives of the Sons will gather in the Crimson Conclave Hall, and Dante will unite them in his own way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see,” Zhou Yun frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhou Yun and Memphiston’s plan to reach Saint Guilliman’s tomb became known to so many chapters, chaos would surely follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of the sons already harbored suspicions toward the Saint Dora Sect and Memphiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhou Yun and Memphiston together, they would inevitably draw dangerous conclusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun is the Chaos God, Memphiston is Erebus, the Blood Angels are the Sons of Horus, Saint Guilliman is Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The déjà vu was too strong—Erebus had truly ruined the credibility of resurrecting Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Dora disciple must be rushing frantically toward Cadia as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Zhou Yun’s gaze swept across the inverted city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer needed to search for a map of the Barren Main Star—Memphiston’s was detailed enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t come here for nothing, could he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect timing—he could hunt down that Lictor now, preventing it from later sabotaging the Angel’s Keep’s void shield array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memphiston seemed to sense Zhou Yun’s thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, it is merely one Lictor,” Memphiston’s voice was light and calm, yet Zhou Yun still sensed the pride beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memphiston clearly resented Zhou Yun interfering in his hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had foreseen the Lictor’s future deeds—destroying the blood-cocoon halls where new recruits were nurtured—enough to ignite fury in any Blood Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memphiston had nearly let it slip away, had Khan not warned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunting the Lictor was Memphiston’s duty and honor—it was his prey, his enemy, the xenos that would kill his new-brothers, the stain he must cleanse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Astartes were so stubborn. Zhou Yun always preferred overwhelming numbers over solo combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you have me send others to erase the stain on your honor? Do you think my shoulders so weak I cannot bear my own honor alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at Memphiston and shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memphiston’s eyes filled with confusion, and Zhou Yun explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is what Horus said when he went to kill Governor Yogan Tamb of the Devan satellite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yogan Tamb was Horus’s old friend; Horus personally appointed him governor of Devan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Yogan Tamb betrayed the Imperium. Horus saw it as a stain on his honor, and in his rage, swore to slay the traitor himself—even though three Titans stood behind him, capable of leveling Yogan Tamb’s derelict vessel with ease.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at Memphiston, who stood frozen in stunned silence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We all know what happened afterward—Horus was mortally wounded by his nemesis’s blade, and the source of all tragedy lies here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big nephew, I once told your father: many things in the galaxy go wrong because of honor, pride, and brotherhood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memphiston’s pupils trembled slightly—he had never imagined Zhou Yun knew the exact words Horus had spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he knew the details so thoroughly, as if he had stood beside Horus himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memphiston lowered his head, visibly moved, and spoke in a low voice: “By the name of Saint Guilliman, if I fail to complete the hunt...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please rid the Blood Angels and Barren of that Lictor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly; if Memphiston succeeded on his own, he would not interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the original timeline, that Lictor had indeed evaded Memphiston—the Hive Mind’s specially bred Lictor was no ordinary foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might not stand against Memphiston in open combat, but escaping from him was certainly possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a piercing bell rang from the center of the inverted city; both Memphiston and Zhou Yun turned their gaze toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the summons,” Memphiston murmured; he had sensed the psychic resonance in the air—the signal of the Genestealers gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gathering hall was a massive structure at the heart of the inverted city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire building resembled four giant metallic bubbles fused together, once the administrative center of an alien civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Genestealers had modified it into their meeting place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and Memphiston entered the gathering hall separately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As previously agreed, if Memphiston failed, Zhou Yun would act as the final safeguard and hunt the Lictor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet according to prior intelligence, the Lictor should not yet have reached the Genestealers’ stronghold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall was packed with Genestealers, yet Zhou Yun could easily pick out Memphiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimson power armor, resembling peeled muscle, was far too conspicuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the chief librarian was confident in his psychic powers—his cognitive interference made every Genestealer around him believe he was one of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun trusted more in the clay-like facial prosthetics and the actor’s cue board & robot director’s performance—these two tools allowed him to perfectly impersonate nearly anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a brilliant pale-blue psychic light exploded in midair; the air grew icy. The Genestealers swiftly parted, forming a circular clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows rippled, and three figures slowly emerged from the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A floating skull crafted from an alien head glided through the air; its speaker emitted a voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief Blood Mutant, Master of the Sheathed Holy Chalice, the Deformed—Kabro!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man clad in a crimson robe resembling a Blood Angel priest, his body saturated with purple-red reagents, his face swollen with mutated pustules, emerged from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a Plaguebearer—a Genestealer master of genetic technology and biological alchemy, clearly the counterpart to the Blood Angels’ Chief Blood Priest Kabro in this twisted cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief Librarian Lord, Lord of Death, the Mind—Memphiston!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman in a purple robe emerged from the shadows, her head swollen with grotesque brain tissue, veins bulging across her body, radiating a faint blue glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was clearly the Cult Leader, designed as Memphiston’s counterpart; unlike the Genestealer leader Asford, her mutations were far more severe—her overgrown brain tissue had enhanced her psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was useless—she had not pierced Memphiston’s cognitive distortion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her appearance alone twisted Memphiston’s expression into a grimace, clearly delivering a psychic shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, from the shadows, a figure six to seven meters tall slowly stepped forward, radiating terrifying energy; a bestial roar erupted from its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Four-Clawed Dante! Master of the Sheathed Saint Guilliman’s Offspring! Four-Clawed Dante! Lord of Barren! Four-Clawed Dante! Heir of the Sheathed Saint Guilliman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1591,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5a91ff2b978356cee8439acdc0cad63b685915c10b1ddbcc8430a3b11cfd6710","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-173","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-171",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]