[{"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-191":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},2265014,4422,"Chapter 191: I","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>“You gave away your gene-seed?” Seth exhaled a breath of blood and asked in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-seed is a chapter’s bloodline, the vessel of its genetic sequence, essential for creating new recruits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante nodded gently; he wore no mask of the furious Sanguinius, but exposed his own face beneath the crimson night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was lined with exhaustion and age—something Seth had never seen on any other Space Marine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think we can’t win?” Seth stared at that face, then spoke bluntly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Dante remained silent, his aged face still studying Seth, as if inspecting his blood and soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth met Dante’s gaze calmly: “We both know—we’ve seen Leviathan in the Underworld. We will lose. We will lose everything here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps you are despairing. I am only angry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dante, Sanguinius left us only anger and despair—but anger is clearly better than despair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is hope,” Dante quietly corrected: “Sanguinius told me in the Underworld—hope still remains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you sent away your own gene-seed. That doesn’t sound like a man who still has hope.” Seth glanced at the ten scouts transporting the gene-seed—ten new recruits who had just been implanted with black carapace, yet had never even worn true adamantium power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am full of hope. But I am still Chapter Master,” Dante said calmly: “I must consider practicality. I must strip away anger and pride, and think with reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That sounds like a Limitless Warrior,” Seth snorted: “Can ten warriors rebuild the Blood Angels?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Men die, but blood does not. They too carry Sanguinius’s blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Baal is destroyed, they will ignite new hope on another world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The engines of the Stormraven gunships suddenly roared, briefly interrupting their conversation. Flames burned on the landing pad as the Stormravens spread their wings and flew into the stars, carrying Dante’s hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see no hope.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth lightly licked his fangs pressed against his lips:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long has it been since you drank blood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So long I’ve forgotten,” Dante whispered, his voice bearing an age unfit for a son of the Archangel: “But tonight I will drink wine laced with blood. I need strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth looked at Dante’s aged face and suddenly felt a surge of anger—he wanted to shout at him, yet felt he had no right to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he clenched his teeth: “I am your strength! I owe you a debt of honor—you let my brothers die with honor in the Underworld. Let us go to the most dangerous place. We will die there in fury, with no despair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have only hope. No despair,” Dante whispered: “Drinking blood is purely pragmatic and rational.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rational? Is your gene-father Roboute Guilliman?” Seth blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew suddenly still. Dante’s gaze toward Seth was confused, dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth froze, instantly realizing he had spoken wrongly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sanguinius spoke once in ten thousand years and told us hope still remains,” Dante said before Seth could apologize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, fury surged in Seth’s mind—Dante had told other chapters only those four words, but Seth knew Sanguinius had said more than just “hope still remains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you should go find this Saint Doraemon, kneel before his statue, and beg him to help us,” Seth said, unable to control his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air fell silent again. Seth lowered his head: “Forgive me, my lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No apology needed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s lips twitched slightly as he spoke in a low tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. I have already found Saint Doraemon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Seth’s expression was like he’d swallowed a Nurgling whole, then had half of it stuck in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t speak,” Dante cut him off, stuffing the half-Nurgling back down: “On this planet, your mouth is the second most dangerous thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s face bore deep resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Doraemon’s mouth alone was enough to break a man’s sanity—and Dante had no power over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Seth—Seth’s unthinking outburst made Dante truly consider punching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come with me. I have something to give you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Dante turned and walked ahead. Seth hesitated, then followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two walked along a corridor between the towers; after circling the towers, Seth’s view widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could even see beyond the farthest walls—the newly dug trenches, filled with a faintly silver liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thirstwater,” Seth murmured. He had only heard its name in legend—it was one of Baal’s most dangerous weapons and entities. The technology to produce this ancient artifact had been lost, yet the liquid replicated itself. The Blood Angels had merely gathered it across Baal’s wastelands. This thing, seemingly mere water, could instantly drain all moisture from a living being, turning them to dust—perfect for the Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they moved, Seth saw the second line of defense—the Void Shields were primed and ready to activate. With the Void Shields, the Blood Legion could drain the Hive Fleet’s numbers. If enough were destroyed, the Blood Angels could win. Seth hoped so—but he did not believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final line of defense lay beneath Seth’s feet. If it came to this, the Blood Angels would have no choice but to fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante led Seth down a narrow path, into a tunnel shrouded in darkness, which stretched beneath the Angel’s Keep. Dante pushed open a small door and gestured for Seth to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orange-yellow light glowed softly in the chamber, illuminating the central dais without sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the dais lay a fine, silken black silk, smooth as water, atop which rested a metallic cylindrical reliquary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth grinned: “This must have been crafted by a skilled Astartes. Where did the Blood Angels find the time to make such things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. The silk was woven by Korbros when he was still young,” Dante said after a long silence: “This is the Ammit Reliquary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. Oh!” Seth fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking: “So this is the Ammit Reliquary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ammit was the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers. He forged this reliquary himself to store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante slowly approached the reliquary and gently touched the artifact crafted by the first Flesh Tearers Chapter Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Within lies the feather of our Father, and—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reliquary slowly split open, releasing a light that seemed not of this reality—illuminating the entire chamber, or perhaps only in Seth’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its center floated a pure white feather, cradled in the gentle stillness of a stasis field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth felt dizzy, forgot to breathe, his whole body trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feather was as long as his arm, yet far more slender. In the dim light, Seth could discern every barb, and at its tip, a drop of glistening, moist blood hung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This feather fell from Sanguinius’s wing and landed upon the walls of the Imperial Palace. It was then placed within a stasis field.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soon after, our gene-father died in Horus’s hands. For ten thousand years, this stasis field never ceased. It froze one instant of Sanguinius’s life forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante slowly closed the reliquary, lifted it, and continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gabriel Seth, Sanguinius once said your founder Ammit, though savage as a beast, still held hope and beauty within his heart—hence he was a great craftsman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ammit forged this reliquary himself, hoping to memorialize Sanguinius’s death. His soul resides within it. His spirit still echoes. He will be with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Dante extended the reliquary to Seth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is yours. It belongs to your chapter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. I cannot,” Seth, rarely showing panic, said: “I cannot take this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth stepped back hastily, staring at his hands as if they were stained with filth, as if they would defile the relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dante moved the reliquary closer to Seth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it,” Dante’s voice carried authority—even without Sanguinius’s mask, his words remained compelling: “It belongs to you. Ammit’s soul is not only embedded in this metal, but in your blood and flesh. That is what truly protects this relic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. He frowned: “I will die for you without this relic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Send me to Baal I. I will lure the Hive Fleet there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the plan, Baal I’s role was to relieve pressure on Baal’s main world. The chapter sent there was certain death—a living bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s Flesh Tearers and Jor’s Blood Knights bore this task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Dante refused: “Leave the Flesh Tearers to your Chief Librarian. I have another task for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I entrusted myself to a being. I promised him a task of extreme danger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But trust is trust. Seth, for reason and pragmatism, I ask you to accompany him—not only as his aid, but as a failsafe in the critical moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A being?” Seth frowned: “A dangerous promise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may refuse. But for our friendship—I beg you to accept this burden. And I hope this relic protects you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Seth stared fixedly at Dante: “Tell me—what is my task?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow the blue-armored warrior and Mephiston. Act alongside them when they descend beneath the Angel’s Keep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I cannot tell you their purpose. But if you sense all is beyond redemption, I grant you permission to use any means—even the most blasphemous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. Mephiston? Lord of Death?” Seth’s face twitched involuntarily as he took the reliquary from Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the task, Seth suddenly felt this relic was his due—he would face the Lord of Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no mere death. If things truly reached the worst, as Dante implied, Seth’s death might become a secret—without honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What of the blue-armored warrior?” Seth asked quietly, then smirked with a feral grin: “Don’t tell me that’s Calgar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. That is Saint Doraemon himself,” Dante said after a pause: “Mephiston claims he is the true Lord of Death, the Primordial Force, the Eternal Dragon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s grip on the reliquary trembled. His eyelid twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1605,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8001d8e579ff0babf8b24c651cf8f01839ae9aa89dfd83ac4fec21dbfd686d3f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-192","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-190",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]