[{"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-187":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},2265010,4422,"Chapter 187: The Emperor","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-187",187,"\u003Cp>Captain Finney slightly lifted his head, gazing at the blue-armored warrior standing in the sand pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his way here, he had already heard rumors of what had transpired inside the Angel’s Well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue-armored warrior claiming to be a Limit Warrior had brought a relic stained with the scent of Saint Guilliman and issued a challenge to all of Saint Guilliman’s descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even claimed that while Saint Guilliman’s descendants were excellent, they were inferior to Limit Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Finney could defeat him, he could reclaim a relic for Saint Guilliman’s descendants and, to some extent, restore their honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney clenched his fist slightly—perhaps the reputation of the Crimson Angels was beyond repair, but at least let Commander Dante acknowledge them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t succeed,” Commander Dante said, his tone flat, as if seeing through Finney’s thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the name of Saint Guilliman, in the name of blood—we defend ourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know no one likes our Chapter now, but I still have the right to defend my honor through combat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I fail, I die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante watched Finney in silence, then turned his gaze to the blue-armored warrior in the sand pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun turned his head slowly, hearing a faint, indistinct sigh from the winged figure within Bai Guang’s corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Angels were still his descendants; Zhou Yun sensed this meaning in that sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as you are a child of Saint Guilliman and willing to wager a relic, I have no objection,” Zhou Yun said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney nodded solemnly and stepped down from the platform, one step at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yore glanced at him and quietly stepped out of the sand pit; the two brushed past each other at the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sating your blood thirst won’t suppress him,” Yore said in a low voice. “Your blood scent is thick—hidden, but thick.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney’s body trembled slightly; he looked at Yore with alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to smell the blood scent emanating from Yore—nerve-stimulating, intoxicating—and felt his fangs press lightly against his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yore turned his head, glancing at the hundred-plus Crimson Angels standing on the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But their scent is faint. Most of them can still be saved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney nodded slightly: “Many of them haven’t undergone the Rite of Remorse—or only once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I often urge my company members to minimize their consumption of blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yore glanced at Finney, gave a slight nod, and left the sand pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Finney walked to Zhou Yun’s side, drew his weapon—a power axe glowing with flickering blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shroud,” Finney said to Zhou Yun. “This axe is named Shroud. It is a Chapter relic, once belonging to Captain Karon Ophion of the Night Lords.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten thousand years ago, Karon Ophion’s warship, Dusk Shroud, crashed. He was presumed dead within it. The Crimson Angels recovered the Dusk Shroud and found this power axe inside, believing it had been used by Karon Ophion himself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you win, take it from my corpse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly: “Blood Severance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blood Severance!” Finney said firmly. “I heard you defeated several children of Saint Guilliman in the First Blood duel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps Limit Warriors excel in sparring, but Saint Guilliman’s descendants excel in mortal combat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fight that ends only when one side surrenders or dies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney had no intention of harming the blue-armored warrior before him, but without risking his life in mortal combat, he believed his chances of victory were slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether this blue-armored warrior surrendered or not, Finney would not take his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Finney had made up his mind—if he was losing, he would not surrender, even if it meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps his death might shake Commander Dante after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Zhou Yun nodded slightly and stepped back a few paces, creating distance from Finney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney did the same, holding the power axe—once wielded by a Night Lord captain, forged in the 30th Millennium—vertically before his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ROAR!!!!” Finney let out a bestial bellow; the blood scent on his body surged violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That blood scent nearly matched Yore’s—though his exterior appeared unaffected, Finney had already sunk deep into blood thirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney roared and charged at Zhou Yun from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power axe, once belonging to a Night Lord, had been modified: its bat carvings replaced with symbols of sacred blood and wings, yet Zhou Yun still sensed the deep, chilling blood aura within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captain Karon Ophion of the Night Lords’ Thirty-Ninth Company had once been a councilor of the Night Lords’ ruling body, the Night Bat Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He possessed a temperament utterly unlike other Night Lords—this rebellious Night Lord had displayed a stubborn, almost reckless courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after ten thousand years, his influence lingered within this power axe—and now, it subtly influenced Finney, making his charge even more fearless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Finney’s speed disappointed Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even under blood thirst, Finney was only slightly faster than an average captain—far slower than Yore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention Zhou Yun was an entire tier faster than Yore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Finney had any advantage over Yore, it was only this relic power axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yore, as Chapter Master of the Blood Knights, wielded nothing but a slightly worn chainsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had examined the relic dagger Yore gave him—stuffed into his fourth-dimensional pocket—and confirmed it was the cheapest item in the arena, worth several times less than the relics given by the Tomb Guardians. It was pitifully poor. Even after fighting Yore, Zhou Yun felt he’d been shortchanged—his earnings didn’t match his labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Zhou Yun’s accelerated thoughts finished mocking the Blood Knights’ poverty, Finney finally closed the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roaring power axe rose high, swinging down toward Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—hssss, *crack*, *clunk*—the axe’s power field flickered, dimming sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney froze in shock; he felt fierce resistance emanating from the axe, nearly overwhelming his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Blood duel had been mere sparring; Blood Severance was nearly a death match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s affinity with the machine spirit thus activated—the power axe named “Shroud” resisted Finney’s swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun seized the moment of Finney’s confusion, swinging his fist lightly—but it struck Finney’s chest with crushing force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the ceramite surface dented as if struck by a siege cannon; Finney was flung backward, slamming hard into the sand pit’s wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Angel’s Well trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the blood of Saint Guilliman! Is that a miniaturized Dreadnought developed by the Mechanicum?” Chapter Master Kao of the Crimson Blade nearly gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could those power fists really be that powerful? Could this blue-armored warrior even control such force?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the First Blood duel, Zhou Yun had held back almost entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s descendants knew Zhou Yun was strong—but none realized he was this strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are all Limit Warriors like this?” Chapter Master Goren asked Kao, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kao had once mingled in Limit Warrior circles, yet he looked just as lost: “I knew Karlago could lift a ten-meter-tall Necron anti-air turret with both hands—but I never heard of someone like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney’s armor was dented, nearly shattered; his body was embedded in the wall, bleeding—but the auto-hemostat quickly sealed the wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled to extend his arm from the broken ceramite, roaring a low, furious growl, his body radiating wrathful blood aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You lost,” Zhou Yun said, picking up the power axe named “Shroud” from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“NO!!” Finney tore off his helmet, revealing a face flushed crimson and terrifying fangs—hallmarks of blood thirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Blood Severance! I’m not dead! I haven’t surrendered!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were all these Astartes such cosmic stubborn fools? The Emperor should’ve created a Legion specifically as a psychological corps—maybe he did, but its Primarch got knocked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finney, you defied Chapter Master Moer’s orders to come here—just to die?” Zhou Yun stood before Finney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney’s face showed shock: “How did you even know that...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moer?” Commander Dante raised his voice slightly. “Defied the Chapter Master’s orders?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly, glancing at Finney. “Chapter Master Chaoud died forty years ago—killed by the Necrons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Yun’s lips twitched slightly—hard to believe this wasn’t the Silent King cleaning up his late wife’s rebellious offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun could imagine how the Silent King felt when he learned the Crimson Angels were throwing parties with Saint Guilliman’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moer became the new Chapter Master of the Crimson Angels—but he’s more extreme, more twisted than Chaoud.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some captains recognized the Chapter’s decay. They began resisting blood consumption and the Rite of Remorse, seeking only battle, hoping death would bring them redemption.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Yore lifted his head slightly; his gaze toward Finney softened a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When news of Baal arrived, Moer refused any Crimson Angel unit to aid Baal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet Finney and two other captains still wished to aid Baal—they defied Moer’s orders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children of Saint Guilliman paused, then understood why Finney had hidden this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Angels were despised by all Saint Guilliman’s descendants—but at least they would remember: the Crimson Angels had sent aid to Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they learned Finney had defied his Chapter Master, if they learned the Crimson Angels refused to protect their gene-father’s homeworld—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finney still wanted to preserve the Chapter’s honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three companies,” Dante’s voice grew quieter; he stared at Finney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a hundred or so had entered the Angel’s Well with Finney—far fewer than three companies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next chapter will be delayed—I’ve been on a chaotic schedule lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1569,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","44889a8148c8a209127a1192e86d27dc9b78e4ac2cf1f1329376b7b70b777bf6","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-188","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-186",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]