[{"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-179":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},2265002,4422,"Chapter 179: Licart: Grrr! Kill Me!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-179",179,"\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart slowly raised its head, looking around in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic energy and pulsed electromagnetic waves radiating from its swollen brain instantly told it where it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angel’s Keep! The Hall of the Hunted! Five hundred genetically enhanced beings known as Astartes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had indeed intended to infiltrate Angel’s Keep and turn the tide of war at a critical moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the timing was clearly wrong—and so was the location!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had Neuro-Licart failed to grasp the situation, but the Astartes in the Crimson Grand Hall had not either,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a xenos inexplicably appearing in the Crimson Grand Hall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shocked? Certainly. But dangerous?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hundred Battle Masters, Chief Librarians, and Company Captains of the Blood Angels stood within the hall, nearly five hundred bolters aimed at this blasphemous psychic xenos,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not even a Hive Tyrant could survive here, let alone a single Neuro-Licart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they did not understand the situation, a century of combat experience drove these warriors to react instantly—they pulled the triggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, hundreds of thunderclaps erupted within the Crimson Grand Hall, shaking the entire structure as nearly five hundred bolter rounds became a rain of fire aimed at the Neuro-Licart at the round table’s center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart let out a piercing shriek; its massive brain beneath the crown erupted with psychic light, blurring the boundary between reality and the Warp, nearly draining its last reserves of psychic energy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a solid hemispherical psychic shield encircled Neuro-Licart, and bullets striking it sank like into quicksand, slowing instantly and rippling across the shield’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nerves on Neuro-Licart’s head burst one by one, pale blue viscous fluid cascading down from its crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resisting Mephiston’s psychic power, Zhou Yun’s sudden attack, and the full volleys of five hundred Astartes—even a Neuro-Licart with immense psychic strength was pushed to its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned its head toward the reddish-pink wooden door it had entered through—now vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart could only use its brain’s pulsed electromagnetic waves to locate the weakest point in the Crimson Grand Hall, planning to break out from there—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“XENOS!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Neuro-Licart could move, a blood-curdling roar filled the hall, thick with the stench of blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yor of the Blood Knights Chapter let out a bestial bellow, his silver-and-red powered armor caked in dried blood, the crimson hunger seeping from him swirling among the Sons of Sanguinius,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yor became a crimson, merciless shadow, streaking across the entire hall, his blood-smeared chainsword roaring in fury, venting his rage against the xenos,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the howling chainsword slammed into Neuro-Licart’s psychic shield, which let out a mournful cry,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Warp-born construct could not withstand the fury of Sanguinius’s offspring—it shattered into streams of light and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart roared, whirling to raise its two small, pale-purple claws shaped like sickles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Yor of the Blood Knights was more savage, more deranged, more fearless, and more cunning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he allowed Neuro-Licart’s claws to pierce his powered armor, then used that brief moment to thrust both hands forward, driving the chainsword deep into Neuro-Licart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The xenos’s corrosive blood spurted from Neuro-Licart’s chest, splattering across Yor’s silver-and-red armor, hissing as white corrosive smoke rose,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Yor did not care; some xenos blood landed on his helmet, seeping through the breath vents—but Yor showed no sign of injury, instead roaring with exhilaration, as if the xenos’s blood thrilled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huuuh!!” Neuro-Licart shrieked, its body nearly severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it seemed to sense something—it mustered its last strength and drove both claws toward Yor’s never-removed helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yor instinctively recoiled, letting out a terrified cry, and pulled his chainsword free from Neuro-Licart’s abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yor!!” Dante’s roar rang out; his meltagun barked, and Neuro-Licart’s two claws shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart crashed to the ground, emitting a piercing wail as its head burst with viscous fluid, releasing a powerful psychic surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear-inducing psychic wave flooded instantly into every Blood Angel’s mind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart had specifically tuned this wave to make each Blood Angel see their greatest fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck your Primarch’s eczema! Traitor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sons of Sanguinius know no fear!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!!! Horus!!! It’s Horus!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this backfired—during their brief paralysis, the Sons of Sanguinius were instead awakened by fury, roaring as they charged the fallen Neuro-Licart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chapter Master of the Crimson Blades, in his rage, even drew his precision power sword and hurled it like a spear at Neuro-Licart,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart couldn’t dodge—it was cleaved clean through half its tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An expression of utter bewilderment spread across Neuro-Licart’s xenos face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>since landing on this planet, everything had been so inexplicable, so incomprehensible,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?! Why is everything on Baal always so fucking terrible?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart’s psychic glow flickered; it prepared to drain itself one final time—burning part of its own flesh to forcibly link with the gene-thieves inside the Sheath Fortresses, drawing upon centuries of their faith to summon Warp power for escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, the reddish-pink wooden door reappeared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a hand reached out from the door, grabbing the dying Neuro-Licart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, launching itself without hesitation at Yor, the nearest Blood Knight, as if seeking death. Yor also noticed the hand emerging from the reddish-pink door—he instinctively assumed it was an enemy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way!!!” Yor roared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his chainsword howling as he swung it at the hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the hand flipped like magic, producing in its grip a small plastic toy sword glowing with a faint golden sheen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Bang!!!!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even amid their fury, Yor and the other Blood Angels couldn’t help but admire the exquisite swordsmanship,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the toy sword deflected Yor’s attack with uncanny precision, then gently flicked his chainsword aside,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then the hand shot forward with lightning speed toward Neuro-Licart, who was still lunging at Yor’s chainsword as if to kill itself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the hand was faster than Neuro-Licart’s mangled body—it seized the severed half of Neuro-Licart’s tail and yanked it toward the reddish-pink door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart struggled, roaring as it squeezed the last dregs of psychic energy from its nearly desiccated brain tissue,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>every Blood Angel heard Neuro-Licart’s furious roar in their ears,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a roar that seemed to curse them for not killing it faster,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but this only left the Blood Angels momentarily stunned,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they had spent their lives killing humanity’s enemies—never once had they heard such a demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neuro-Licart’s rear half was dragged into the portal; it struggled to grip the door with its stumps, but the hand’s strength was overwhelming—in less than two seconds, the Neuro-Licart vanished into the reddish-pink wooden door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the Crimson Grand Hall fell silent again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Sons of Sanguinius, cooled from their rage, stared blankly at the shattered marble table and the blood-soaked floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What was that reddish-pink wooden door?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think I’ve seen it—on Baal II, I heard followers of Saint Doraemon say their saint emerged from that door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no, I heard from the Death-Worshippers on Baal Prime—they say it’s a relic carried by the Death God’s Chosen, capable of traveling anywhere, along with a staff that locates anyone’s position; together they symbolize inescapable death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We of the Flesh-Tearers have seen that door on Baal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low murmurs filled the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one Astartes warrior, clad in red-and-white powered armor, stood bent low, searching the ground in confusion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s my sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s my precision power sword?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was my Chapter’s holy relic!!! My ‘Halderos Blade’! Where did my power sword go?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaon, Chapter Master of the Crimson Blades, raised his head in anguish and roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors around him stared blankly at Kaon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Dante, standing on the dais with a rough guess of what had happened, twitched his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the deserts of Baal, Zhou Yun sighed in satisfaction as he shoved the Neuro-Licart into his four-dimensional pocket on his abdomen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>beside him, Mephiston averted his gaze, unable to watch this secondary Warp deity feeding,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but suddenly, Mephiston saw a flash of silver—Zhou Yun had pulled out a gleaming precision power longsword, its blade inlaid with exquisite gems, shaped like three drops of blood falling into a skull cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that the Crimson Blades’ holy relic, ‘Halderos Blade’? A precious heirloom named after their homeworld.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, hearing this, blinked in confusion—but didn’t pause as he shoved the precision power sword into his four-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just thought it was a shame to leave it on the ground. I figured they probably didn’t want it anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a waste, don’t you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun sighed and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston, hearing this, stiffened slightly and quickly touched the hilt of his soul-sword, Vitarus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1410,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","419b0b4e460f24cd53b5ff09edb3ad9dc1a861a4ff7657894a7954a0e4b0c0b5","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-180","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-178",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]