[{"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-174":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},2264997,4422,"Chapter 174: On How a Think Tank Single-Handedly Eliminates an Entire Legion","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-174",174,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched as the fifteen so-called Winged Saint Guilliman Champions stepped onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were the Plaguebearers skilled in flesh alchemy, the assassin strains adept at marksmanship, the hulking Abominations, the powerful and agile Pureblood Gene-Stealers, and the Kineguards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These fifteen nearly encompassed every major type of Gene-Stealer, their heads bowed reverently as they slowly emerged from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Zhou Yun slightly raise an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t quite grasp what the Gene-Stealers were trying to accomplish with this display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it truly necessary to make it so ceremonial, so sacred? Fifteen Winged Saint Guilliman Champions to welcome back the Living Saint Guilliman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ritual.” A fragmented voice echoed in Zhou Yun’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice of the winged figure within the white light subtly bridged the gap between the Warp and reality, reaching Zhou Yun’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ritual? Zhou Yun’s eyebrow lifted slightly—he seemed to understand a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth’s expression shifted slightly as he observed the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had read countless dark texts, ancient books, and forbidden tomes, knowing many ancient and evil spells and rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Gene-Stealers’ actions, Melphistoth clearly detected deliberate ritualistic traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The preaching before nearly all Gene-Stealers, the procession of the fifteen so-called Winged Saint Guilliman Champions, the welcoming of that Lictor’s return—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it carried the scent of ritual, likely some unknown xenos ceremony enacted through this series of ritualized acts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most rituals, at their core, weaken the barrier between reality and the Warp, channeling the Warp’s power into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The preaching reinforced the Gene-Stealers’ belief in the so-called Living Saint Guilliman; the fifteen so-called Winged Saint Guilliman Champions likely served to channel the Hive Mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once they welcomed back that Lictor, combining the Hive Mind’s projected power with the Gene-Stealers’ worship,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Lictor might truly become, to some degree, the so-called Living Saint Guilliman, gaining extraordinary enhancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder that Lictor, in the premonition, could slip effortlessly into the Angel’s Keep and lead the Gene-Stealers in destroying the Blood Coffin Hall and the Void Shield Array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because the Gene-Stealers’ centuries of faith had been deliberately channeled toward that Lictor, amplifying its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth’s heart trembled inwardly—he recalled Zhou Yun’s warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that Saint Doraemon was so cautious precisely because he knew this, knew the Lictor’s uniqueness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth suddenly realized he had underestimated Zhou Yun—he had effortlessly anticipated the Hive Mind’s moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, it made sense: according to the visions Melphistoth had seen through the Eight-Faced Horror, Zhou Yun was both a contender for the Hive Mind and a contender for its relative position—their relationship must be fiercely hostile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, long before Melphistoth had even known of them, they had already been clashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth steadied himself—he knew he must infiltrate this procession and kill the Lictor before it was welcomed back to the Winged Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once the Lictor was brought back into the Winged Keep and appeared before all these schemers, the ritual would be complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth gently guided his psychic energy, seeping into the brain of one Winged Saint Guilliman Champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He condensed that psychic energy into a pinpoint and traced it along the bloodstream to rest beside a critical cerebral nerve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if no one else existed, Melphistoth stepped calmly out from among the Gene-Stealers and walked toward that Winged Saint Guilliman Champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic pinpoint buried in its brain erupted silently, severing those key neural pathways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Winged Saint Guilliman Champion felt darkness flood his vision, pain exploding in his skull—he tried to cry out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Melphistoth’s psychic energy had precisely severed the nerves governing speech, leaving him mute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Champion’s body collapsed backward uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth slowly extended his hand to catch its body, pouring psychic energy into it without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all of its memories flowed instantly into Melphistoth’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Champion’s body disintegrated in an instant into countless molecules invisible to the naked eye, vanishing from sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth stepped forward, calmly taking its place, and altered the cognitive distortion so that everyone now perceived him as that Winged Saint Guilliman Champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost no one noticed—he had slipped into the ranks of the Winged Saint Guilliman Champions within mere seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood nearby, watching Melphistoth’s display with keen interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to his innate Warp nature and the influence of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun was partially immune to cognitive distortions and other psychic manipulations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but marvel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Melphistoth—the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels—is among the pinnacle of contemporary psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one were to rank the current Adeptus Astartes Librarians, only one could surpass Melphistoth in both power and battlefield achievements:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former First Captain and Chief Librarian of the Thousand Sons, the Chosen of Tzeentch, Azarok Ariman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ariman’s psychic power alone was terrifying, and his achievements were even more astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ariman used his signature technique, the Ariman Red Glyph, to nearly single-handedly annihilate an entire Adeptus Astartes Legion and enslave it as puppets—though that Legion happened to be his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Zhou Yun’s lips curled slightly—the Thousand Sons joke never grows old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth, now embedded among the Winged Saint Guilliman Champions, turned his head to look at Zhou Yun, still hidden in the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth felt a strange unease—had Saint Doraemon still not acted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the Gene-Stealers were about to depart—was he not going to infiltrate the procession?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth couldn’t help but cast Zhou Yun a questioning glance, as if asking how he planned to join.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Mephiston saw Zhou Yun’s lips curl into a mocking arc, as if ridiculing the most foolishly self-important being in the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth saw Zhou Yun’s lips curl into a mocking, sardonic smile, as if ridiculing the most foolishly self-important being in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth’s heart jolted at that smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His psychic energy swept silently across the entire venue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his face darkened with confusion—there was no sign. In his psychic perception, Zhou Yun had not infiltrated the Winged Saint Guilliman Champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But remembering Zhou Yun’s mocking smile, Melphistoth could not be certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Saint Doraemon already infiltrated before Melphistoth noticed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth realized it was entirely possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Librarian constantly exposed to the Warp, no one knew the power of the Dark Gods better than Melphistoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zhou Yun was a candidate for three of those positions—he had always given Melphistoth an intense sense of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power might far exceed Melphistoth’s imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth steadied himself, staring at the other fourteen Winged Saint Guilliman Champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but wonder again— which one was Saint Doraemon in disguise?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which one is it?” Melphistoth sat alone atop the dunes, his psychic energy periodically scanning everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourteen Winged Saint Guilliman Champions, the Gene-Stealer Bishop, even the Gene-Stealer Chieftain hiding behind psychic concealment—all had been scanned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet half a day had passed since they left Shechibao, and Mephiston still could not identify which one was Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet half a day had passed since they left the Winged Keep, and Melphistoth still could not identify Zhou Yun among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Saint Doraemon not have infiltrated at all? That didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth’s eyes narrowed, and he re-examined the fourteen so-called Winged Saint Guilliman Champions with his physical sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a Killer-Strain Gene-Stealer wearing a woven shawl and a cowboy hat, with three arms, approached Melphistoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the memories Melphistoth had acquired, this Gene-Stealer’s name was “Three Shots” Kaelen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaelen was the name of the First Captain of the Blood Angels—now he himself was reinforcing Cadia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth’s gaze flickered—could it be him? Was this the disguise of Saint Doraemon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, according to what Melphistoth knew,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Doraemon’s marksmanship was divine, surpassing the limits permitted by the material world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this Killer-Strain was also skilled in firearms; moreover, Kaelen had previously encountered Saint Doraemon on Asford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth watched “Three Shots” Kaelen approach, his eyes brightening—he must be it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahazha, have some red-root tea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahazha was the name Melphistoth had assumed—a psyker among the Gene-Stealers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three Shots” Kaelen grinned confidently, pulled back his shawl, and handed Melphistoth a jar of brewed red-root tea:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s my own secret recipe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth stared blankly at the jar of red-root tea—was this some metaphor? A riddle? A hint?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Melphistoth saw “Three Shots” Kaelen walk to another, pull back his shawl, pull out another jar of red-root tea, and repeat the exact same words he had said to Melphistoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth stared at the jar in his hand, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it not him? Could he really just be sharing his homemade red-root tea?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphistoth fell silent, then turned his gaze to others—could Saint Doraemon be disguised as a dim-witted Abomination?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard to guess. Could he not have come at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That couldn’t be—Saint Doraemon had clearly said he would join the hunt for the Lictor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, at the Winged Keep, the Wing and Claw Restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun set down his empty plate and called out to the owner behind him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Owner, another serving of salt-baked fire-scorpion! Add more spices this time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[96] (End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1516,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2c2ce8b69198548ced9533727f9299cc4e938538fcff20a2daac993ef303033b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-175","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-173",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]