[{"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-19":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},2264842,4422,"Chapter 19: Come Quick! There","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun sized up the hazy figure who called itself “Saint Guilliman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a towering figure, at least four meters tall, glowing with subspatial power, sporting pigeon-like wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Severe height anomaly, scales, feathers, or animal fur on the skin, luminescence, two appendages, bestial traits, localized subspatial anomalies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Zhou Yun’s gaze, the winged figure within the white light couldn’t help laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re judging me by this standard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, and questioning the necessity of mutation severity: three moderate mutations, two severe mutations, two extreme mutations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total score: 129.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purifiers, come quickly! Here’s a despicable mutant! Zhou Yun muttered inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not use this standard to judge the one on the throne?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light shook its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to this Department of Military Affairs standard, both me and my father qualify as extreme mutants, scoring at least fifty points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, apart from a handful like Guilliman, few of my Primarch brothers would escape it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the winged figure’s joke, Zhou Yun smiled and nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to the Department of Military Affairs standard, the Emperor and many Primarchs would have to lean against the nearest wall, hands behind their backs, shouting: ‘I am a despicable mutant!’ ‘I am a despicable mutant!’ while waiting for Purifiers to efficiently burn them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zhou Yun’s words, the winged figure in the white light let out a quiet laugh. “What do you think would happen if I told that to an Inquisitor or a Church priest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d probably be burned with white phosphorus,” Zhou Yun shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced toward the Corpse Guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Mong and Malkit entered the Guild, a faint stench of decay seemed to rise within, cold and horrifying to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you going in?” the winged figure in the white light asked, its wings trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head and reached into the fourth-dimensional pocket on his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong and Malkit walked down the corridor of the Corpse Guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark corridor was overgrown with thick moss and rotting fungal clusters; mushrooms sprouting from crevices wriggled like chunks of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the moss lay countless corpses, decayed yet unvanished, their pale eyes wide open, tracking the two men’s steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong and Malkit chanted a seven-syllable incantation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their aura and the incantation made the corpses believe they were companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone else entering this corridor would be torn apart instantly, becoming nourishment for moss and fungi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, ahead is the division director’s office of the Corpse Guild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong stopped before a heavy, ornately decorated door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door was carved with layers of skulls, symbolizing human purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet from within those skulls grew layers of rotting, writhing, multicolored fungi, as if hinting at the corruption of purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit nodded slightly and pushed open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind it was a spacious office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls were covered in elaborate carvings depicting the Corpse Guild’s pale mission of corpse recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wall had been modified to embed a Tao steel safe, the size of a man, apparently fitted with a low-power stasis field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit guessed the ancient artifact they sought might be inside the safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly retracted that assumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the filthy window stood a large desk, where a woman in a pale, classified gown lay motionless, eyes closed, in a comfortable chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a long dress as white as death itself, a corset engraved with corpse symbols, her face veiled by white gauze hanging from a golden crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even through the gauze, Malkit could see her sickly visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale and bloodless, covered in blotches and pustules, her mouth dripped with nauseating saliva; dry, vein-like cords, devoid of blood, clung to her face like withered vines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed afflicted by every disease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her hand, she gripped a rusted, twisted, corroded triangular dagger; the decaying metal blade revealed living, fleshy tissue that writhed and decayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a weapon infused with plague, forged with corruption, born in a garden of only decay and rebirth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what Mong and Malkit had come to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit crept cautiously toward the pale woman with closed eyes and reached for the triangular blade in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The triangular blade slashed through the air, releasing a stench of rot; Malkit hastily stepped back, barely avoiding its decayed edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!!!” A shrill, piercing voice erupted from the woman’s rotting vocal cords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pale woman stiffly rose from her chair, opening her tightly shut eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes were like those of the dead—pale, dim, yet faintly pulsing with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit immediately chanted the seven-syllable glyph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only response was a frenzied roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cheerful voice—“the Angel”—sounded beside Malkit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It told him that the ritual, disrupted by the Viceroy’s bombardment, had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncontrolled subspatial power hadn’t just flooded into the triangular blade; some had seeped into her body, driving her utterly mad and uncontrollable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit dodged the pale woman’s swinging dagger, the writhing flesh on its blade warning him of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah!!!” Malkit vomited a stream of rotting digestive fluid, splattering onto the pale woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gown instantly corroded into holes; her flesh emitted white smoke, revealing gleaming white bones beneath the decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her movements were unaffected—she grew even more frenzied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit sensed terrifying malice from the blade in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong slit his wrist, spraying toxic, corrosive blood toward the pale woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she leapt aside, thrusting her triangular dagger straight at Mong’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reaction speed surpassed nature itself; Mong saw only the rotting blade transform into a sharp, insect-like stinger hurtling toward his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A searing beam pierced the office window, melting the glass and striking the pale woman’s leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief, small explosion erupted where the beam hit; searing flames instantly melted half her lower leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Laser rifle?” Malkit gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong reacted faster—he dodged the dagger aimed at his throat and turned toward the window, exclaiming in delight: “Laine Russ?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before his joy could fully form, more laser beams shot from afar, striking different parts of the Corpse Guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One grazed Mong’s cheek, detonating a small explosion behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong stared blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you shooting at me for?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1021,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dffb16d8989cf42258df8bbd7ce6b6a67c8bb2c2bb58c15f7f95563a1088d017","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-20","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-18",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]