[{"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-207":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},2265030,4422,"Chapter 207: Open the Can!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-207",207,"\u003Cp>The searing defensive laser pierced through the violet void shield and shot straight into the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Saint’s body let out a cry of agony as its massive form collapsed beneath the Angel Fortress’s largest defensive weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This defensive laser originated from technology a hundred thousand years old, designed under the direct command of the Primarchs during the Great Crusade; it was said that one Primarch, whose name was now forgotten, aided the Archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These ancient lasers required long periods to charge, but each discharge could shatter a single Tyranid Titan or a Tyranid warship in orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Swarm grew even angrier, roaring as it surged toward the Angel Fortress protected by the violet void shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless attacks rippled across the void shield like daylight stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defenders within the Angel Fortress retaliated with Icarus lasers, autoguns, and heavy bolters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crack of chitinous shells and the dying shrieks of aliens wove together into a symphony of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their corrosive pus spilled onto the desert, bubbling into pale foam before sinking into the sands or being swallowed by nearby pools of thirsting water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Angels warriors unleashed their firepower atop the walls—ten thousand Astartes guarding the former Archangel’s hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a tiny fraction of the Hive Swarm breached the fire zone, mostly Executioners armored in hardened chitin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They withstood the relentless barrage from Blood Angels and mortals, charging to the front line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante stood at the heart of the line; his jump pack ignited, propelling him upward with vectored thrust from phaeton fuel, as he descended like a falling star toward the Executioners who had reached the void shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand, the ancient thermic pistol roared, instantly tearing through the chitin of one Executioner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His other hand’s power axe slashed into the chitin of another Executioner lunging at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Guard followed close behind, their power swords, power axes, and thermic pistols roaring as they swept the Tyranid beasts trying to breach the void shield alongside Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-fueled roar erupted—Captain Fenney led the Crimson Angels out of the line, their bloodlust satisfied, granting them monstrous strength, especially those who had consumed Saint Guilliman’s blood, fighting like beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenney had willingly taken the most dangerous battle on Bara Prime, just as Blood Knights ventured into the deadliest reaches of Bara Prime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fenney never expected Dante would fight beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenney’s power sword tore through a Knife-Worm lunging at him; he led the Crimson Angels, coordinating with Dante, the Blood Guard, and the wall’s fire net to swiftly clear the aliens from before the void shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante gave him a slight nod, then ignited his jump pack and leapt back onto the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Servitors rushed forward to refill his jump pack’s depleted fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bara Prime’s gravity was immense; jump pack fuel consumed rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A searing laser shot skyward, then a burning Tyranid warship fell like a meteor, blazing across Bara’s sky and crashing into the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mortals and Astartes within the Angel Fortress erupted in a single, exultant battle cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had happened many times before; each time a Tyranid Titan or bio-ship fell, the defenders on the walls roared in exhilaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of monstrous beasts on the battlefield dwindled; the Hive Swarm shifted tactics again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind’s adaptability far surpassed humanity’s; in prior engagements, the Swarm had already tested numerous tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante had to match the Hive Mind’s rhythm and swiftly adjust his own tactics in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This weariness weighed on Dante; perhaps only a Primarch could bear such a burden—he could not help but think of Zhou Yun and Mephiston belowground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Dante knew he could not place all hope on them; he must hold the void shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key to everything was the void shield; as long as it stood, the Swarm would dull, crack, and eventually starve into defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The void shield must be held—each day it endured, their chance of victory grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaah!!” A cry of agony rose beside Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante saw Kabor falling to the ground, clutching his head and screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This powerful psyker and seer of the Blood Angels seemed struck by immense trauma, trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante slowly turned his head; he felt his mind clouded, his focus dissolving, even his soul forgetting how to breathe—a crushing suffocation pressed against his lungs, oxygen-starved dizziness striking his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—nearly all Blood Angels on the wall cried out in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What new Tyranid abomination is this?!” Captain Fenney nearly wailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Kabor growled, his arm trembling: “This is not Tyranid!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something more evil has come. The Old Night returns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortals convulsed; Space Marines endured unprecedented agony; psykers screamed and howled; even the void shield trembled unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante staggered, gripping the wall; he felt the entire world rising and falling, matter no longer solid, reality no longer trustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soul recoiled in revulsion—he trembled, lifting his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down the endless spiral stairs, Bloodletters surged, screaming as they charged toward Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mephiston and Seth formed his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston swung his silversteel longsword, each strike spraying fine blades of light that shredded every demon approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth roared, swinging his chainblade, named Bloodthirster, tearing demons apart with brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun occasionally seized demons that drew near and shoved them into his fourth-dimensional pocket, selling them outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method utterly erased warp entities, preventing their rebirth in the Warp—its effect akin to Guilliman’s Sword of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston murmured a rune, some ritual incantation; each time he passed through an archway, nearby photonic candles ignited with his voice, spilling crimson flames that lit the gem-embedded carvings on the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These carvings endlessly depicted the glorious deeds of Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only he had time, Zhou Yun would have stripped every gem off them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seth’s chainblade roared, shattering a bellowing Bloodletter; before them appeared a finely carved archway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The archway bore an image that shattered the hearts of all Blood Angels: the Emperor’s Hand created Saint Guilliman, and Horus’s Claw killed Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Seth could not help but let out a mournful sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston whispered a riddle; the archway slowly opened, pouring forth a honeyed golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodletters moaned softly, as if the light was driving them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and the others swiftly passed through the archway, entering Saint Guilliman’s tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord,” Gabriel Seth murmured involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Flesh Tearers beside him were similarly overwhelmed; some even knelt on one knee, whispering prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, floating in the center, was a molten golden heart, glowing amber, illuminating the entire marble tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Relic Spear of Final Rest, once wielded by the Primarch, stood within the tomb—but not a single soul here glanced at this holy relic, capable of shaking every Blood Angel’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were awestruck by the radiant sight before them—wonder, reverence, and adoration swelled in every heart, dissolving into the sacred light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three towering granite boulders from Bara’s third moon stood atop a central dais; between them stretched a pair of colossal angelic wings forged from silversteel, brass, and adamantium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each feather was forged from a fragment of a loyalist starship of the Great Crusade era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some came from the Blood Angels’ own fleet, others from fleets once commanded by admirals and generals under Saint Guilliman’s leadership, and still others from Primarchs Guilliman, Jaghatai Khan, Lion El’Jonson, and Leman Russ—plus a portion gifted by the Imperial Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each feather bore inscriptions of remembrance, honoring Saint Guilliman’s sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the metal wings floated a pair of brass rings, their interiors filled with intricate machinery, polished shells plated with a hue mimicking Bara’s sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the brass rings, a stasis field hummed silently, suspending a golden sarcophagus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though called a golden sarcophagus, it was in truth a pool of molten liquid gold, held in liquid form by the stasis field, its surface constantly rippling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ten thousand years, this golden coffin had never cooled, forever guarding the corpse within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guarding Saint Guilliman—the Archangel and Lord of Blood, Commander of the Ninth Legion, the Primarch among Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apex of the galaxy, the Empire’s answer, noble Saint Guilliman, Horus’s chicken meatball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but mentally scoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed the sarcophagus was shaped this way because Saint Guilliman’s corpse was too horrifying to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mass of shattered bones and liquefied flesh—if any unstable Blood Angel saw it, they’d immediately descend into bloodlust and black rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mephiston, open the can. Oh no—open the coffin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s expression twisted slightly; he didn’t understand why Zhou Yun insisted on comparing his gene-father to chicken meatballs or canned goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mephiston asked no further; he swiftly recited a chant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wha—” But before he finished, he suddenly roared, his face covered in terrifying crimson veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Mephiston—Seth and the others also screamed in agony, as if their souls had been struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun froze, suddenly realizing the winged figure in his white light had become far clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since leaving the Underworld Galaxy, Zhou Yun clearly heard his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten thousand years have passed—the shadow of the Old Night has caught up to humanity again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Great Rift has opened; one of my brothers will break through the barrier of another—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the instant the winged figure in the white light finished speaking, a bestial roar erupted throughout the tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun heard the hiss of a scimitar slicing air and furious roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1566,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ae44cc5434fbe3a26b9f3ffd349676b846c7c4136d7bea7b6259b0ea5f6ef184","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-208","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-206",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]