[{"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-192":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},2265015,4422,"Chapter 192: The Angel","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-192",192,"\u003Cp>Blood slaves darted urgently between the tables, carrying heavy trays brimming with wine and food, while Seraphim floated through the air, trailing blue scented smoke from their censers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bitter wine,” said Kaong, Warlord of the Crimson Blade Chapter, raising his cup. “But a trace of blood—the very source of life—quenches the blood thirst without stoking it further?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juel, Warlord of the Blood Knights, always masked, set down his cup and snorted coldly: “Don’t rely on luck. Blood thirst only deepens—until there’s no turning back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You,” Kaong frowned slightly, displeased by Juel’s tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Juel added, nodding: “Until you become like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaong froze, staring at the chilling aura of blood and hunger radiating from Juel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of blood in the air stirred him, yet Juel fought hard to suppress it, never removing his helm to feed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juel’s hand rested lightly on his waist, where a long, cloth-wrapped object lay. Kaong did not know what it was, only that the Blue-armored Warrior had met Juel in secret—perhaps this item was given by him, and somehow helped suppress Juel’s blood thirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Becoming like me is no blessing,” Juel murmured again, his voice still sharp enough to unsettle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kaong set down his cup and nodded with quiet gratitude: “That is honest counsel. I will remember it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juel merely grunted in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They celebrate before battle…” said Goren, Warlord of the Holy Angels Chapter, seated beside Kaong, his lips curling in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My friend? Is not loyalty to the Emperor worth celebrating?” Kaong smiled faintly. “What do your Chapter do before battle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vigil. Silent vigil,” Goren shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaong marveled at the differing customs among Chapters—then noticed, before Goren, an Astartes clad in a power armor of extraordinary grandeur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor was engraved with intricate metallic patterns; judging by the motifs, this was a Grave Warden—depicting death, tombs, and the death of the Archangel. The style suggested it was crafted three to five thousand years ago, its craftsmanship refined enough to be called a relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this warrior didn’t even look like a company master. Grave Wardens truly are wealthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior sensed Kaong’s gaze, turned, and fixed him with an odd stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaong gave a slight nod: “A magnificent and sturdy armor. Is it an heirloom of past Grave Wardens?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grave Warden hesitated, then said: “I carved it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah?” Kaong blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Goren chuckled softly—he and the Grave Wardens were on good terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grave Wardens are fleet-based. In non-combat periods, they seal themselves within massive stasis fields.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaong stood frozen. He had only noticed the armor was ancient—he hadn’t realized the man himself was too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you need such an object to prove you are a son of Sanguinius?” Juel glanced at Kaong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True,” Kaong’s lips twisted in a bitter smile. “But without these relics, how do we remember the history of our gene-father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Chapter had once mistaken its father—how could he not cling to any artifact proving his gene-father was Sanguinius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaong’s gaze lingered on the cloth-wrapped bundle at Juel’s waist for less than a second, then withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only I could win the relic brought by the Blue-armored Warrior… Kaong sighed inwardly, his eyes involuntarily drifting toward the distant dais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blue-armored Warrior sat beside Master of Death Mephiston—no one questioned his elevated seat. First, he represented an entire Chapter; second, few wished to sit beside Mephiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Kaong blinked—suddenly, the Blue-armored Warrior and Mephiston had vanished from their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, they had used some warp power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Kaong could ponder further, a roar of cheers erupted through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante strode back into the Angel’s Well, wearing Sanguinius’s pure gold mask, carved with the Archangel’s furious visage. His forehead glowed with gemlike drops of Archangel’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante paused briefly before Mephiston and the Blue-armored Warrior’s seats—but as if expecting this, he sighed softly and walked to his own place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby blood slave raised a wine bottle to pour for this honored warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Dante refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over every son of Sanguinius present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I first learned of blood thirst, I threw myself into a pool of blood, drinking alien blood in hunger.” “When I last drank blood, my hands were caked in it—mortals lay dead at my feet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I swore: never again shall I draw blood from the living. Never again shall I sink into blood thirst. I have kept this vow for a thousand years—and I shall keep it until death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beside Dante, Kabor rose, took the wine bottle mixed with blood from the blood slave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chief Blood Priest filled Dante’s cup. Dante nodded to him, then slowly removed the golden mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aged face revealed to all sons of Sanguinius bore the weight of centuries. Deep within his eyes lay the marks of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell across the hall. A Blood Angel who, for a thousand years, had never tasted blood—resisting the crimson hunger solely through willpower, letting his body wither under time’s touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I was a neophyte, my instructor, Master Kaphir, told me: the Black and Red Curses stem from the Archangel’s wrath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To control this wrath, the Archangel taught us five virtues: Focus. Humility. Mercy. Restraint. Forgiveness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante slowly raised his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if adherence to all this still fails to defeat our enemies… then what we offer them is only wrath! The Archangel’s wrath!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante lifted the cup, drank the blood-tainted wine. Instantly, the scent of blood poured from him—every soul present trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within Dante’s eyes, the pupils turned murky crimson, sharp and terrifying. His wrinkles seemed to fade; his face subtly merged with Sanguinius’s, radiating searing fury—as if ready to deliver the cruelest punishment upon humanity’s foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“DANTE!!!” Kaong felt a tremor deep in his soul, roaring the name of the Lord of Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“DANTE! DANTE! DANTE!” Astartes hammered their chests, chanting Dante’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Juel of the Blood Knights let out a low, bitter laugh—filled with sorrow, grief, and resignation—as if mocking Dante, fate, blood thirst, and himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We are all too impure,” Juel whispered, too softly for anyone to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers rested on the cloth bundle at his waist—barely, he felt it trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. Juel’s eyes widened slowly. Not the bundle—it was the entire world trembling, as if silently pushed by unseen hands from among the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starlight bathed the Solar Vault. The grand library of the Blood Angels trembled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not here alone—Baal trembled. The entire star system shook. Space itself groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Hive Fleet is coming,” Zhou Yun murmured, feeling the vibrations in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Fleet’s faster-than-light travel is unique: they use specialized ships called Whale-Spiders to harness stellar gravity, compressing space into corridors for rapid transit. Slower than warp travel, but far more reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, when the Hive begins movement, the target system suffers frequent quakes, tidal surges, and stellar anomalies. Their appearance confirms the Hive Fleet is advancing toward Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, the trembling ceased. The space within the Solar Vault stabilized—as if some force now protected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Emperor’s grace?” Zhou Yun’s lips curled slightly as he gazed at the blazing star suspended in midair—Ardalia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This star, bound by the Emperor’s psychic power, rested upon the chest of a Sanguinius statue. Within the statue lay complex machinery, channeling the star’s energy to power the entire Solar Vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet traces of the Emperor’s power still clung to the star—perhaps stronger, more valuable than the star itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could truly harness the star or the Emperor’s might upon it—not even Mephiston, the mighty psyker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor’s residual power, left here ten thousand years ago, far surpassed Mephiston’s strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How goes the ritual?” Zhou Yun turned to Mephiston. “Can you link the gateway for Kabanha into my pocket?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston stood beside him, nodding slightly: “The ritual at the Heart of Baal is ready. We wait only for the Hive Mind to envelop the Baal system.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou nodded, pulling from his fourth-dimensional pocket a remote studded with buttons, fitted with a metal sighting scope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the device, Zhou Yun’s face flickered with barely perceptible regret—hoping Kabanha would at least return his investment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1358,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e1bc62110723526e13cb59e5fc44a7f77ffe019b6077a977c8097ce54c24cd34","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-193","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-191",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]