[{"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-206":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},2265029,4422,"Chapter 206: Saint Guilliman Is With Me","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-206",206,"\u003Cp>The chapel was filled with churning blood, and Zhou Yun felt as if drowned in an endless tide, the vast torrent of blood threatening to swallow him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jagged fissure yawned before him, spewing bestial roars that seemed to awaken fury and agitation within everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood god’s supreme servant, the demonic lord, flickered within the fissure—terrifying and grotesque—ready to step into the material universe and seize blood and skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston knelt on one knee, his psychic power writhing through his flesh like clusters of black shadows, blocking the demonic lord’s advance; yet even Mephiston, mighty as he was, felt powerless before this dreadful demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Angron, the chief Blood God daemon after the Scouring of Skarbrand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God had panicked enough to throw him out! And this demonic lord was clearly wrapped in a fury that shook the soul—it was the Blood God’s own will, his power poured into Angron’s body to act as his proxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyelid twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the Divination Machine’s prophecy: a daemon lord and a demon prince would block his resurrection of the Archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had assumed it would be Kabanha and Angron—but now it seemed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kabanha had never known of Zhou Yun’s plan to resurrect the Archangel, let alone moved to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon lord blocking his resurrection was actually Angron. The prophecy proved unreliable after all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun winced, yet felt something strange—why was only Angron here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was Angron? Was he late? He wasn’t Guilliman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun had no time to ponder: the Blood God’s servants were pouring from fissures all around, forming a tide of blood that encircled them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Angron was trying to enter the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to break out quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun still had one final weapon—but it was meant only for the worst-case scenario.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning from the Heart of Baal, Zhou Yun had visited the Holy Sun Vault and used the Mechanicum device to replicate the Star Adalia once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the Star Adalia was restrained by the Emperor’s psychic energy, yet a star remained a star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, in the material universe—not the Warp—its use would undoubtedly kill everyone except Zhou Yun, doom the resurrection of Saint Guilliman, and possibly destroy the entire Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Servants of the Blood God! Return to where you came from! There is no place here for your rage!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a voice thundered through the speakers—Librarian Dreadnought Ma Leiste roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful psychic energy burst from his damaged Dreadnought chassis as pale-gold flames, his power axe blazing with blinding light, sweeping like a hurricane to drive countless demons back into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the name of Saint Guilliman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his power axe, the power claws howling as he charged straight at Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s daemon axe, housing the Bloodthirster, clashed with Ma Leiste’s power axe—gold and crimson fire exploded through the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Leiste roared, his will channeling through the Dreadnought to command nearby machines—a doorway opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the passage to Saint Guilliman’s tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Advance! Mephiston! Gabriel Seth! And you, unknown one!” Ma Leiste bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful psychic flames roared from the cracks in the Dreadnought’s iron coffin, searing like the heat of a star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Librarian Dreadnought stood like a wall of iron before Angron; the searing psychic fire burned the demons trying to crawl from the fissures to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Ma Leiste!” Mephiston cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood beside the Librarian Dreadnought, feeling the unbearable heat of the iron coffin, sensing Ma Leiste’s ruined body burning within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Leiste’s broken frame could not possibly sustain such immense psychic power—every nerve burned and shattered under the influx.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, with Ma Leiste’s aid, could they barely restrain Angron—if Mephiston left—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the Sacred Blood! You know what you must do! Fulfill your mission, Mephiston!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Ma Leiste’s words, Mephiston gritted his teeth, unleashed one final psychic blade at Angron, then turned and swung his silver-steel longsword through the blood tide, reaching Zhou Yun’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gave Mephiston a slight nod; both charged without hesitation toward the passage to Saint Guilliman’s tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Seth hesitated—he saw the Archangel corrupted by Zhou Yun in the blood, and the vision was undeniably real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gabriel Seth! What are you waiting for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you see? The Blood God is roaring!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His fury proves you walk the right path!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I have seen—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Leiste cried out, his broken body floating within the dark iron coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs were gone; all organs except his heart and spine had been replaced by complex tubes and artificial prostheses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For centuries he had floated in this dark iron coffin—and today, for the first time, it felt warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I swore to serve him in life and death. I feel his hand upon my ruined form. I hear the sound of his wings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Leiste whispered, his voice carried through the speakers into the chapel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Gabriel Seth—I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s body trembled, as if struck—he nodded slightly, then led the remaining Flesh Eaters to join Zhou Yun and Mephiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He growled, swinging his Bloodthirster to carve a path for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar!” A beast’s bellow erupted from Angron’s mouth as his blood-forged axe clashed with Ma Leiste’s power axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s power and Ma Leiste’s psychic energy collided endlessly along the boundary between reality and the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless waves of psychic flame burst from Ma Leiste’s ruined body, burning his nerves—and burning Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ma Leiste! Dead one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron marveled at Ma Leiste’s power, his beastly mouth spitting dark, grim words:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your axe could cleave more skulls. Your strength could spill more blood. Yet you are trapped in this cold iron coffin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Blood God pities you. Angron believes you are a worthy foe. The Blood God could restore your broken body with power, let you taste blood and battle with your own flesh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ma Leiste, chant: Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to hell!!” Ma Leiste roared, his body burning within the coffin, ash slowly falling from his form: “Return to your master, beast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though broken, I am stronger than your master ever promised me—because Saint Guilliman is with me!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ash from Ma Leiste’s burning body fell onto his power axe—and instantly, starlight-like flames erupted along its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron let out a joyful cry of battle; his axe clashed with Ma Leiste’s dozens of times—but ultimately, Angron prevailed. The Bloodthirster’s blade tore through the boundary between reality and the Warp, slamming hard into the Dreadnought’s mechanical arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks exploded—Ma Leiste’s arm was ripped clean off by the impact, his body thrown backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s form grew clearer—his leg stepped fully into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Leiste roared, his remaining power arm swung violently behind him, shattering the stasis field standing in the chapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power claw seized a scroll of Saint Guilliman and raised it high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead seal shattered; the holy runes, written by Saint Guilliman’s own hand, descended upon Ma Leiste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the name of Sacred Blood! I am Ma Leiste! Keeper of the Secret Prison and the Sacred Blood Scrolls! Guardian of Saint Guilliman’s Tomb!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Leiste’s entire body burned—the uncontrolled psychic energy ignited his ruined form, severing tubes connected to prosthetics, destroying the last nerves in his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am the son of Saint Guilliman! I am the Emperor’s Angel of Death! I swear, in life and death, to serve humanity! I swear: there is no place here for you or your god!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy runes on the scroll erupted in searing sparks—Angron cried out as his body ignited; the flames, infused with Saint Guilliman’s power and Ma Leiste’s psychic energy, burned him with searing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp fissure began to tremble and shrink; Angron’s form grew indistinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Leiste’s spine burned away in the uncontrolled flames; his ruined body slowly turned to ash, his skull alone releasing one final burst of psychic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psychic fire erupted from Ma Leiste’s eyes, mouth, and nose—his final remnants vanished within the Dreadnought’s iron coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the fire within the Dreadnought died out, leaving only the hollow iron chassis, still raised, holding Saint Guilliman’s scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames on Angron’s body slowly faded; the demonic lord let out a sigh—both admiring and mournful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he had prevailed. Angron stepped once more from the now tiny, unstable, flickering Warp fissure—into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mechanical hum suddenly sounded—the Dreadnought rose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one piloted it. No command was given. The hollow coffin lacked even autonomous function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it moved—proudly, arrogantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron could not comprehend what he saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his stunned gaze, the empty Dreadnought, holding Saint Guilliman’s scroll, charged straight at Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy runes, written by Saint Guilliman’s own hand, expanded before Angron’s eyes—he screamed in agony as his body ignited again; the already unstable Warp fissure shuddered violently—and vanished from reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s form disappeared without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unmanned Dreadnought slowly lowered its head, kneeling on one knee upon the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s scroll sank gently, its sacred parchment spreading over the Dreadnought’s iron coffin like a saint’s burial shroud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no holy soul remained within the machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1520,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","daa15726b060ed138d2cbf8e1bd3b6f5fdf6d525aacbbe8b117312b2bffc3206","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-207","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-205",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]