[{"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-190":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},2265013,4422,"Chapter 190: Kick Khorne","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-190",190,"\u003Cp>“Why are you so fixated on the legion’s organization?” Murphiston said, his eyelid twitching slightly as he listened to Zhou Yun and Kaboro’s conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared that if he spoke too slowly, Zhou Yun would turn his plans onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun smiled faintly and shook his head; even if the legion’s organization were restored, it would not be Dante, Murphiston, or Kaboro serving as command center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, one Primarch still waited underground in Angel Keep in the form of sauce, awaiting resurrection—the Ninth Legion’s commander, under any form of restoration, would unquestionably be him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, who in their right mind would try to seize the legion commander’s position from a Primarch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless that Primarch voluntarily relinquished command, the position would remain his. He wouldn’t really hand everything over to Dante or others, would he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why Zhou Yun was considering legion organization at all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I might be planning to rally the Ninth Legion and storm Terra, to lay bare the truth to the Emperor,” Zhou Yun said with half a jest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murphiston nearly spat out his bitter red wine; Kaboro’s eyes widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re always joking,” Murphiston said, taking a deep breath and patting his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro quickly scanned the surroundings, ensuring no one else had heard Zhou Yun’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels did not fully regard the Emperor as a god, but such blasphemous talk of rebellion still stirred unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lips twitched slightly—he wasn’t joking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to his prior discussion with the winged figure in Bai Guang, the Emperor himself might be experiencing some issue—his condition was likely off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the normal timeline Zhou Yun knew, only Guilliman had directly confronted the Emperor, yet Guilliman himself resisted his own Warp nature—he might not have noticed the Emperor’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Sanguinius’s resurrection, Zhou Yun would surely journey with him to Terra to confirm the Emperor’s state; if the Emperor had truly lost control or become some horrific entity, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius might even stand against the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it came to that, a legion-level Astartes force would become critically important—even Zhou Yun considered it feasible to rally a few Founding Chapters and forge a Third Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem with Bal is that the population of these three wasteland planets can sustain a single battle company, but not an entire legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels need their own Great Ultramar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The things Zhou Yun had just said were merely a psychological heads-up for the three senior Blood Angels—letting them prepare for the overtime ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing that Zhou Yun’s thoughts were growing increasingly blasphemous and dangerous, Murphiston quickly spoke: “The Librarium has already begun preparations. What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun slowly raised his head—he knew Murphiston was referring to Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro cast a strange glance, puzzled over what Zhou Yun and Murphiston intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re going to summon Khorne into the material universe, then kick his big red ass so hard he vanishes from this world,” Zhou Yun said lightly to Kaboro.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t worried his plan with Murphiston would leak or that Khorne would learn of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other Greater Daemons might scheme or flee, but what Zhou Yun and Murphiston were doing was equivalent to issuing a direct challenge to Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne the Blood God would never refuse a glorious battle, nor pass up a head worth claiming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even counting Zhou Yun’s own, Murphiston’s head alone would likely satisfy Khorne’s skull KPI for countless years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne will come—he will never retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re joking again,” Kaboro laughed nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not joking.” “We’re serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and Murphiston nodded almost in unison; Kaboro’s expression froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dante knows.” “The Chapter Master has approved in principle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Kaboro’s stiff face, the two spoke together again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Dante had merely permitted Murphiston to use any method he deemed effective—he knew nothing of the plan’s specifics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and Murphiston agreed it was better not to tell him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Chapter Master only needed to see the result; the two Warp-bound conspirators considered far more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Zhou Yun glanced into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the chapter relics, those usable as complementary tools in the coming operation had been kept; the rest had been sold outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with the wool he’d sheared from Murphiston, he’d nearly gathered enough to purchase the artifact and the Adaptation Lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he still needed to visit the Holy Day Vault belonging to the Blood Angels’ Librarium—the true key to the entire plan lay within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Day Vault, the fourth-dimensional pocket, and the Hive Mind—each part was indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prisoner in the Tower of Lostness roared, shrieking for blood, thirsting yet sorrowful. The crimson scar hung low above the tower, as if torn open by the fangs of the blood-hungry captives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight faintly stirred Sanguinius’s Wrath within Seth—he felt his blood nearly burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold night wind of Bal swept across Seth’s unarmored face, carving through the jagged muscle lines; standing beside the tower, Seth resembled a statue of blood and black igneous rock, chiseled by Bal’s sharp winds into a tall, gaunt gargoyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth towered over most Space Marines by a head, yet was even thinner, his face unnervingly sharp—mortals saw him as the embodiment of cruelty. Oh, except the refugees from Luxi—they were eccentric shepherds who called Gabriel Seth “the Blood-Cursed One,” with no mockery, only reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flesh Tearers had killed many on Luxi—regular warriors and Death Company alike—and the Luxians revered Seth, even naming a settlement after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what Seth desired: sacrifice for honor, death for remembrance, their blood to fuel more blood—not the reverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His and his chapter’s reputation had improved, yet most of his kin still saw Seth as a burden, an angry monster, a beast who might turn on his brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth despised them; those people carried a pride that made them believe they’d never be touched by the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flesh Tearers were far more cautious than nearly any other chapter, yet still could not escape the curse’s hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Seth’s view, denying the curse’s existence was denying what he was, denying the Sacred Blood in his veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Seth did not beg for his kin’s sympathy—sympathy disgusted him; he and his kind desired no redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted only war—channel their rage into battle, then sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least now the Luxians would remember him, Seth thought silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But few had survived on Luxi—they might all die in the Battle of Bal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth understood those shepherds; they craved vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help exhaling a breath thick with the scent of blood, continuing his walk along the tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw a Blood Guard warrior standing guard atop the tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Guard—they were elite veterans, the Chapter Master’s honor guard; all successor chapters descended from Sanguinius retained such units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only the Blood Angels’ Blood Guard were the direct continuation of the Primarch’s original guard; their golden power armor were relics from the Great Crusade, worn by warriors who once fought beside the Archangel, their crafting skills now lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These warriors also carried jetpacks—special variants—whose wings mimicked the Archangel’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth narrowed his eyes slightly—such precious warriors? Why would Dante assign them to patrol duty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly approached the warrior; the Blood Guard sensed Dante’s presence and placed his hand on the hilt of his Crimson Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Lord Seth?” The Blood Guard recognized Seth and subtly blocked the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth couldn’t help smiling—he mentally simulated tearing apart this warrior’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could do it—even if his preparation was inferior to this Blood Guard’s, even if it was extremely challenging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Seth chose to speak; his voice carried the feral pressure unique to the Flesh Tearers: “What did Dante order you to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Guard sensed Seth’s alertness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s gaze swept over the Blood Guard, noticing his companions on the tower’s slanted side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than one Blood Guard—what was Dante doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean no offense,” the Blood Guard’s voice tightened. “Lord Dante ordered me to guard this place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of crimson passed through Seth’s eyes as he stared at the warrior; the soldier merely trembled slightly—Seth’s lips curled into a smile, acknowledging the warrior’s courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had to know what Dante intended—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let him pass,” Dante’s weary voice echoed behind Gabriel Seth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth barely noticed Dante’s approach—he once again understood Dante’s reverence and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Guard stepped aside for Seth and Dante; Dante walked ahead, gesturing for Seth to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth stood at the tower’s edge, gazing downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw blood slaves, a Blood Priest, and... ten scouts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten young warriors stood beside a Storm Eagle gunship; these warriors had not yet been fully recognized as members of the Blood Chapter—technically, most of their augmentations were complete, but they had not yet received the Black Carapace, which required proving their worth in the Scout Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Seth noticed the surgical scars on them—they had clearly been implanted with the Black Carapace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what truly interested Seth was the cargo they were loading onto the Storm Eagle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve sent away your gene-seed,” Seth exhaled a breath of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1517,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d47ffe7d24188dd2704e81aa3f4db39b17d87ee7cf28902a187c5edc1b7fccf8","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-191","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-189",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]