[{"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-20":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},2264843,4422,"Chapter 20: Honor, Pride, and Brotherhood","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-20",20,"\u003Cp>Monge stared blankly out the window, where a dozen brilliant beams flared to life atop the building directly opposite the Corpse Guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill detonation echoed as uncontrolled focused beams lanced into the Corpse Guild, triggering small explosions upon impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laser rifles, a common imperial issue, typically standard equipment for the Stormtroopers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But “common” is relative—on a planet like Asford, a Stormtrooper was a man above all men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a derelict hive district like Old Block Eight, the appearance of laser rifles could only mean:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That bastard is Lyne Rus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge scrambled into a corner the laser rifles couldn’t reach and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why the hell is he shooting at us? Is he insane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet glanced out the window at top speed and spotted a blurred figure on a distant rooftop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s not here to help us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet quickly deduced:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’m right, whatever he’s looking for is also inside the Corpse Guild.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just by looking at the Corpse Guild’s current state, any sane person would sense something’s wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And whatever he’s seeking probably isn’t easily damaged—or.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet glanced at the one-meter-tall ceramic-steel safe embedded in the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Is this guy planning to burn the Corpse Guild to ash with his laser rifles, then dig out that safe from the rubble?” Monge’s eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. He likely doesn’t even know we’re inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or he knows—and he doesn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet didn’t voice that thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the pale woman with half her lower leg burned off staggered to her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on one leg, she clutched the triangular blade and lunged at Monge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The triangular blade’s assault was so swift,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it seemed not thought or reason but pure destructive desire controlled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge raised his rusted crimson dagger and barely blocked her strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood from his slashed wrist dripped to the floor, pooling beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Defiled my blood, flies take flight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itch unendurable, blood feeds maggots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord of All Decay, nurture this feast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A harsh, low chant spilled from Monge’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pool of blood churned, bubbling with fine foam as dozens of dark red blood flies emerged, swarming toward the pale woman’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pale woman shrieked as the blood flies devoured her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall trembled slightly; outside, focused beams flickered like stars he’d never seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one or two seconds, a dozen beams struck the Corpse Guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The superheated lasers triggered repeated small explosions, igniting synthetic wood and other flammable materials inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building, unmaintained for a century and eroded by fungi and moss, was already fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this relentless laser barrage, it teetered on collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you insane?! We’re in here!” Monge roared out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only laser beams answered him—his boss’s luxurious office desk vanished into ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit.” Monge cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move!” Malkiet shouted at Monge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thrust!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The triangular blade grazed Monge’s shoulder, narrowly missing his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge stared at the pale woman, heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood flies that had devoured her flesh now seemed infected, falling from her face like rain, stiffening and dying on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face, ravaged by flies, was more horrific than before—skin nearly gone, exposing rotting, decayed flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jump out the window!” Malkiet spat a stream of rotting digestive fluid onto the woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sizzling corrosion sound rose as Malkiet leapt out the window without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge hurried after him, leaping out the window too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the rooftop opposite the Corpse Guild,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun wore a psychic cap, twelve laser rifles hovering beside him, controlled by his telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched as two mutants with twisted horns leapt from a shattered third-floor window of the Corpse Guild, crashing onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman in a pale dress, her face gnawed, missing half her lower legs, wielding the triangular blade, followed them out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She landed hard and roared like a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The stench of corruption is strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the white light said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The warp’s power has shattered her brain and soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She is now a beast acting solely on the warp’s chaotic nature.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? My caution was right,” Zhou Yun grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried weapons powerful enough to reduce the Corpse Guild to rubble, yet deliberately risked himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun was not that foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Horus insisted on entering the derelict ship on Daiwen Satellite to slay the traitorous Viceroy—and was corrupted by Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Horus stood three full Titan machines of the Mechanicum, ready to blast the derelict ship into debris with fire and shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This concerns honor. Horus would not retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daiwen’s Viceroy Tanba was once a member of the Expedition, personally chosen by Horus as Viceroy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he betrayed the Empire, betrayed Horus’s trust—so Horus had to use his own sword to punish the traitor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the winged figure’s words, Zhou Yun shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Honor, pride, brotherhood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun adjusted the laser rifles’ aim with telekinesis as he spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So many things in the galaxy go wrong because of these three words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words ended, searing laser beams roared forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge scrambled to his feet, staring at the pale woman behind him, wild as a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held the triangular blade, grinning madly at Monge and Malkiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge felt suffocated, his grip tightening on the dagger—he was already considering whether to use a stronger, more dangerous spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sizzzzzzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A detonation rang out as twelve searing beams swept past Monge’s face and struck the pale woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small explosions erupted across her body, shearing off her limbs, torso, and half her skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pale woman screamed, collapsing heavily, her throat emitting a guttural roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, another twelve beams struck her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This repeated several times until the pale woman was reduced to ash—and the beams ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge stared back in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood a figure wearing a ridiculous hat, two or three meters from the Corpse Guild’s entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun grinned broadly and waved at Monge and Malkiet:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Isn’t that Monge and Malkiet? What a coincidence—you’re here too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4ebc3500078cfa555a9b4c1c12705e873c3bc65581da69f4a757dbe9dc0badd4","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-21","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-19",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]