[{"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-203":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},2265026,4422,"Chapter 203: Alas, the Regent","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-203",203,"\u003Cp>In the command center, Dante observed the battlefield situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden activation of Thirsting Water nearly reversed the battle in an instant, sucking nearly all the swarms clustered around Angel’s Keep into desiccated corpses, allowing the humans and Astartes Chaplains guarding the first line to withdraw with almost no losses into the second line behind the Void Shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante made no attempt to rebuild the first line, because the entire first line’s purpose was Thirsting Water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Thirsting Water had briefly activated and devoured many swarms, it had returned to its liquid state, forming pools of silver water on the sand near Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels had little time to recover these Thirsting Water pools; they could only hope the scattered pools before Angel’s Keep would hinder the swarms to some degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true key to the battlefield now was the second line formed by the Void Shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as the Void Shields remained standing, the swarms could not breach Angel’s Keep’s defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord,” Chief Blood Priest Kaboro approached Dante, bowing his head slightly and speaking softly: “Mephiston and Lord Zhou Yun have returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They claim Kabanha has been utterly eradicated and will never reappear in the material universe, now or in the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Dante’s eyes flickered slightly—a Greater Daemon of Khorne had been utterly destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dante’s understanding, demons were beings without birth or death, capable only of banishment, not annihilation, and always destined to return from the Warp one day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Kabanha had become the Angel’s Curse tormenting the Blood Angels for over ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that Doraemon claimed he had utterly destroyed Kabanha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon reflection, in Mephiston’s words, that Doraemon was a higher-level Warp entity than Kabanha, even approaching the tier of the Four Gods; in terms of the Warp, He was more Warp than Kabanha—so it was not surprising He could utterly destroy Kabanha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord, Lord Zhou Yun has taken Mephiston, some Librarians, and Seth to the depths beneath Angel’s Keep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro lowered his voice further, his tone growing grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, as Chief Blood Priest, knew perfectly well what lay beneath Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient Chapter relics, several Dreadnoughts revered as living relics of the Chapter, millennia of captured aliens and heretics, artifacts brimming with blasphemous power, the prophetic scrolls of Saint Guilliman, and even Saint Guilliman’s own remains—all resided beneath Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not a Librarian, Kaboro possessed potent psychic perception; he could faintly sense that the man named Zhou Yun harbored within him a terrifying Warp power—even more horrifying than Mephiston’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it wise to let such a being enter the depths of Angel’s Keep? What was his true purpose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro’s precognitive abilities even made him sense that the Blood God’s attention toward Baal was growing stronger; the air over Baal now seemed faintly tinged with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante was wary of him, had even assigned Seth, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, to spy on him—yet still allowed him to act freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante sensed Kaboro’s doubt, but remained silent, gazing out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the crimson scar seemed clearer now, faintly visible against the dim yellow sky, as if about to drip blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the crimson scar, within the towering Lost Tower, the fallen prisoners emitted cries of agony and hunger, screaming for blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante faintly sensed that the Blood God’s power was growing stronger on Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it Kabanha’s death that stirred Him? Or had He sensed Zhou Yun’s purpose? Or was it simply the escalating war on Baal that drew His gaze?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Dante pondered, the sky erupted again with the sound of atmospheric combustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up and saw a rain of fire composed of drop-pods—the swarms launched their second assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Angels’ secret dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth had only heard of this place in the oldest legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the oldest region beneath Angel’s Keep, existing long before the first brick of the keep’s upper structure was laid, even before the Archangel descended upon Baal—its age was beyond reckoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston held aloft a torch forged from Baliam wood, a rare and scarce tree saturated with oil; its flame burned brilliantly, yet could not fully dispel the shadows within the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadows clinging to Seth’s side writhed like living things—as if unseen, blasphemous micro-beings stirred within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Yun and Mephiston walked past Seth, the shadows seemed to bow before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strangeness of this place unsettled Seth—but Zhou Yun and Mephiston unsettled him more than the environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t you tell me where we’re going yet?” Seth slowly spoke, feeling a surge of bloodlust churning in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun paused slightly, turned to glance at Seth, then asked Mephiston: “How far?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost there. The ancient warrior Ma Lei is guarding the entrance to the deeper tunnels—he will guide us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This dungeon has many peculiar properties; the laws of the material universe do not hold absolute sway here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My colleagues and I believe the positions of the deepest tunnels are not fixed—they shift constantly, so that distance and location become vague concepts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only the Librarian Dreadnought Ma Lei, who has dwelled here eternally, can discern the paths to specific locations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly—it explained why Mephiston had no map of these underground passages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, space was merely a vague concept; even an teleportation gate could not transmit precisely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth frowned slightly. The deepest reaches of this dungeon held only the most precious or dangerous things the Blood Angels had ever contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante had previously revealed to him the secrets of the dungeon’s depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A necrolord’s remains sealed in a stasis field, a psychic artifact from the Age of Dark, a synthetic human crafted by Baal’s xenos, a fragment of a Golden Age device capable of observing other dimensions, a Dreadnought warrior from the Great Crusade fully consumed by Crimson Thirst, and Saint Guilliman’s remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one was immensely valuable—or perilous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you trying to steal Saint Guilliman’s remains and take them to the temple on Dai Wen satellite?” Seth blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston slowed his step slightly; Zhou Yun’s eyelid twitched imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus had been corrupted and resurrected in the temple on Dai Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You,” Zhou Yun’s lips trembled, “watch your tongue. One day, with both Blood Thirst and Black Rage overwhelming you, you’ll blow yourself up with a meltagun on a Stormraven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Seth frowned. “I’m not that foolish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not about foolishness. People have been found dead with eight bullets in their backs—suicide.” Zhou Yun murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun actually admired Seth’s mouth; his words carried an unpolished, innate honesty that made Zhou Yun feel his own speech had become forced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the normal timeline, when Roboute Guilliman delivered the Primaris to the Blood Angels, Seth had once uttered two legendary lines:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guilliman wants to turn us into red-armored Space Wolves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Roboute Guilliman is willing... if he’s already Regent, why wouldn’t he try to become Emperor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These explosive remarks had even startled Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Seth’s role inexplicably dwindled until he vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in Zhou Yun’s past life, Seth had been inexplicably removed from the tabletop rules—erased from existence. It was hard not to suspect he had fallen victim to the Regent’s hand—his mouth had ultimately sealed his fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Zhou Yun’s strange gaze, Seth frowned slightly, a flicker of barely concealed anger crossing his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always felt a metallic blood scent on his nose, his fangs pressing faintly against his lips, angered by Zhou Yun and Mephiston’s cryptic words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s fingers brushed the reliquary hanging at his waist; his anger subsided slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet. Not yet. He must learn their purpose before making the right judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tunnel ended before a heavy, rough-hewn door, carved with strange runes neither Seth nor Zhou Yun could decipher—seemingly imbued with psychic meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston tapped the door three times with his blazing torch; a mechanical hum echoed, and the door slowly opened, sparks scattering along the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wind carrying the scent of incense blew forth, extinguishing Mephiston’s torch—suddenly, shadows engulfed them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar of steel rose—a monument of war and wisdom, encased in steel and ceramite, cast in the form of a magnificent sarcophagus: an ancient Astartes warrior, mortally wounded in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His remains were sealed within a Dreadnought sarcophagus, serving eternally as steel and iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sarcophagus before them held Mephiston’s predecessor, the Chief Librarian Ma Lei, slain by the Eight-Faced Horror, who now eternally guarded the secret dungeon, never entering stasis, enduring the Dreadnought’s cold through sheer willpower, protecting the Blood Angels’ vaults and prisons—and guarding the gene-father’s remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the dungeon’s sentinel, its door and key—only he knew how to navigate its depths, how to reach Saint Guilliman’s tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mephiston!” Ma Lei’s voice rose. “I never expected fate to bring you back so soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreadnought shifted its head slightly, fixing its gaze on Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Dreadnought’s great axe, a disintegration field ignited silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? Why have you come with Mephiston?” Ma Lei asked in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew still; the stench of blood grew sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun knew the Blood God had begun to sense his purpose; the moment he stepped into the path leading to Saint Guilliman’s tomb, the Blood God’s gaze would fall upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to reveal his purpose to gain the aid of this Librarian Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have come for Saint Guilliman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1567,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f96b5f62c47ef80d22ef3fe93bb8086e330680c54567581bd120f1cd0f4ae1ef","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-204","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-202",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]