[{"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-196":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},2265019,4422,"Chapter 196: Why Does Kabandha Hide the History of His Spine Being Broken by the Archangel?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-196",196,"\u003Cp>A beastlike roar erupted from Kabandha’s gorilla-like mouth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the demons following it beat drums and blew horns, letting out furious war cries,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha sensed the barrier between reality and the Warp had thinned—a rift appeared before it, like a wound torn from reality’s flesh, oozing streams of crimson blood, the breath of the material universe seeping from the gash,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Angel’s Plague let out a victorious roar, its steel whip crackling, its brass-cast armor roaring in unison,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it could smell the scent of blood—Baal’s blood, angel’s blood, primarch’s blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha’s dull yellow eyes glowed with fierce joy, but the joy quickly dissolved into confusion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he sensed the summoning—before he could invade Baal himself, someone had deliberately called him forth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>two figures stood before the rift, blocking its path,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha spat a mist of blood from his nostrils, staring at the two men standing before the rift,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s little angels who summoned me!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha roared with laughter, first noticing Mephiston:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re eager to join us already? Where’s your rage? Let me feel it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha instantly understood what Mephiston intended: rather than wait for the war’s chaos to drag him directly onto the battlefield and smash into the Angel’s Fortress, triggering the Blood Angels’ bloodlust, they had summoned him to the heart of Baal first—then banished him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Kabandha’s gaze shifted from Mephiston to the man beside him—Zhou Yun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a seemingly ordinary mortal, wearing only a tiny propeller on his head and holding a remote control in his left hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet Kabandha faintly perceived—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha staggered back a step, his face twisted in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cursed one? Vash’tor? Shadow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha’s dull yellow eyes brimmed with bewilderment—he faintly sensed the thing beneath Zhou Yun’s physical shell, something so shocking that even he, a Bloodthirster of Khorne, was stunned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not any of those.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has the ritual on the Warp engine begun?” Mephiston asked Zhou Yun psychically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the Warp engine in his fourth-dimensional pocket—the runes drawn in blood upon it were now sprouting bloody tumors, growing into screaming skulls, their eye sockets dripping thick, dark blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Warp gate had not yet fully transferred onto this engine—if Kabandha burst into reality now, he would enter Baal, not the fourth-dimensional pocket,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still a bit short. We need to stall him a while,” Zhou Yun silently replied within himself: “We must anger him, make him charge blindly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The second task is too easy—he’s a Bloodthirster,” Mephiston’s lips curled into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but grin, his fingers brushing the Hotset Scriptboard & Robot Director in his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who even understands my family? I heard there was gonna be a wild, waaaaagh! battle—I thought it’d be Skarbrand, the Seed of Destruction, or Angron. Even Angron would’ve been fine! But no—it’s this shrimp-headed creep Kabandha? I’d rather go find a Plaguebearer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blurted it out without hesitation, leaving Mephiston, who hadn’t even opened his mouth yet, utterly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s gaze toward him turned terrifying—this level of aggression was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think back ten thousand years—when the Archangel drove his knee straight through Kabandha’s spine, and Kabandha sobbed like a pissed-on Grot, wailing ‘Waaah! So pitiful!’—almost as pitiful as some red-skinned one-eyed Ogre.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard that if Kabandha hadn’t snuck up on the Blood God and bowed twice to Saint Guilliman begging for mercy, he’d have been dragged back to the Angel’s Fortress as a blood slave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stream of words spilled from Zhou Yun’s smirking lips—Kabandha froze in place, utterly speechless, unable to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know why Kabandha doesn’t hide his history of being single-handedly killed by angels? You don’t know the truth—it’s been sanitized. Kabandha’s real career in the 30k was selling his ass. My ancestors were true Lords of Change; I’ve walked Kabandha’s tunnels—hey! Don’t say it wasn’t a bloody dry riverbed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!!!” Kabandha roared, his fury manifesting as solid flame—sulfurous, gunpowder-scented fire erupted from his body, spreading outward in all directions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the attack was indiscriminate—many of Kabandha’s own followers were set ablaze, engulfed in sulfurous flames, reduced to nothing but charred skulls dusted with sparks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sulfurous fire surged toward Mephiston and Zhou Yun—Mephiston gripped his soulblade Vitarus tightly, his immense psychic power coalescing into thick shadows that shielded him from the inferno,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Zhou Yun… Zhou Yun stood calmly, letting the flames consume him, his Adaptation Lamp flickering out of sight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he regarded Kabandha with keen interest: “Little Kab, my Saint Guilliman is a top-tier soul cultivator of the Soul of Vengeance, heir to the Emperor’s board—while you? A brass vocational dropout, neglected son of a paralyzed father—you’re utterly unworthy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not to be harsh, but self-awareness is key. Your fire? Weak. When Saint Guilliman inherits my chicken dumpling business, you won’t even be able to light the stove. Look at Horus next door—even if he’s extreme and maybe a bit ethically questionable with my Saint Guilliman—he at least swings a damn good hammer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s voice was deep, tinged with sorrow—as if a weary elder lamenting his child’s failures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston shuddered, nearly dropping Vitarus—why did this feel like more than just insulting Kabandha?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha said nothing more—he let out a savage roar and swung his chainsword at Zhou Yun, the Warp’s power exploding around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun didn’t dare underestimate him—the Adaptation Lamp could block environmental damage, but not direct blade strikes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a pale golden glow flashed in his hand—the toy-like sword, Denkoumaru, unsheathed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun swung the tiny blade in a motion Kabandha couldn’t comprehend—a golden arc cut through the air, neatly deflecting the chainsword, letting it whistle past his side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>instantly, the blade’s rush stirred waves of golden sand around Zhou Yun—he sidestepped effortlessly, his gaze locking with Kabandha’s,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a spark of battle-lust flared in Zhou Yun’s eyes—but quickly faded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in Kabandha’s eyes, this man seemed to crave a balanced duel, to welcome his destined death in bloodshed—through his gaze, Kabandha saw Zhou Yun crawling through mountains of corpses, defeating one champion after another, finally sitting alone atop a pyramid of skulls, listlessly polishing his toy sword with regret,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>never meeting a worthy foe, never engaging in a battle worth remembering,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha saw the emptiness in Zhou Yun’s eyes—pure, unfeigned, impossible to fake,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suddenly, Kabandha felt a strange kinship toward this enemy—even respect,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a pure, noble, immensely powerful warrior who had never met his match—this was perfect!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still need training,” Zhou Yun shook his head with regret, his tone of sorrow striking Kabandha to the core,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha let out a roar of admiration,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though he’d just been mocked, though the Great Devourer’s pressure had grown stronger as he neared reality, Zhou Yun’s astonishing skill still compelled Kabandha’s awe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as a Bloodthirster of Khorne, Kabandha knew better than anyone the true value of that move,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and that hunger for battle—how noble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even felt a flicker of the old thrill he’d known fighting Saint Guilliman on equal terms!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To fight a noble warrior—let fire and iron clash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me your name!” Kabandha let out a cruel laugh, his steel whip arcing toward Zhou Yun’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never!” Mephiston whispered, his silver-steel longsword igniting as he stepped between Zhou Yun and the whip, blocking it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the entire Heart of Baal trembled under the impact—but Mephiston held firm, spinning and slashing, forcing Kabandha back several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calistarius!” Kabandha roared Mephiston’s old name: “Not yet—you’ll be devoured by rage on my eighth manifestation, but not now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha turned his great axe toward Zhou Yun: “Your name! My axe hungers to sever your head—give me a name to remember you by!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lip twitched—this speech reeked of obsessive fandom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neos,” Zhou Yun said solemnly: “I am Neos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak my name, and I shall fight you, Kabandha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s voice was low and gravelly, worn by centuries of hardship—as if a warrior who had endured endless ages, his art perfected, seeking a worthy opponent for a final duel of life and death. His fingers brushed the Hotset Scriptboard & Robot Director in his pocket without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This item’s role-playing ability had perfectly deceived Kabandha—the Bloodthirster was especially susceptible to this act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabandha let out a joyous roar, his simian face alight with excitement,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had expected only to fight a few skilled Blood Angels and hack through Tyranids—but now he’d encountered a true warrior,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this warrior’s tongue was as foul as the Lords of Change’s birds, yet his mastery of combat made Kabandha overlook these minor flaws,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a fair, fierce battle—no treachery, no deceit, only blood and raw struggle—lay before him. How could he be distracted by a little verbal filth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A duel begun with exchanged names, rooted in honor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ending with Kabandha tearing off this man’s head,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>perhaps for millennia, even ten thousand years, Kabandha would remember this fight—pulling out the man’s skull to gaze upon, recalling every strike, every drop of blood, every slash…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am the servant of the Blood God, the Angel’s Plague, the enemy of Saint Guilliman, the King of Fury!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Kabandha, the Bloodthirster Kabandha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I challenge you to a blood duel, Ne…o… AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1508,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","add15f52578db791ae8bd425a520a53a14187943434ca126317273f3d828207a","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-197","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-195",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]