[{"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-213":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},2265036,4422,"Chapter 213: You See, I","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-213",213,"\u003Cp>No one could ignore the figure standing tall in the tomb chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White wings tinged with faint blue hung low behind him, trembling unconsciously, causing the chains, incense burners, and silver ornaments above to chime softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor, forged from electrum, had been restored to pristine condition, gleaming like morning sunlight, inlaid with countless rare gems; the Terra Eye on his chest no longer bore cracks, its crimson gaze seeming to scrutinize every impure sinner present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden hair stirred with the breeze from the warp, his pure face revealed beneath a headwrap woven of gold—he was so pure, noble, sacred, and powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, he was a Primarch, one of the mightiest among the Emperor’s exalted sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely standing there, he filled the tomb chamber with the radiance of hope, like a warm star burning fiercely yet without heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his lips curled slightly into a smile, tinged with a hint of mischief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten thousand years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten thousand years have passed since I died aboard the Revenant’s Soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, I, Horus Lupercal, have returned!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the tomb chamber fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The World Eaters’ Berserkers seemed to forget their rage, frozen in shock and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodletters also hesitated, for they truly felt Horus’s power emanating from the Primarch before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s dwindling intellect, crushed beneath the Flesh Taker’s Nail, struggled to comprehend the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caen stared at the towering figure with a dazed expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston’s eyes flickered with confusion; Seth was utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun silently pulled out his mechanized device, his finger resting on the button marked for the star Adalia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering figure noticed Zhou Yun’s motion, his eyelid twitching slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Horigles Lupubar, you are the least qualified among us to remain silent at my joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy Primarch looked at Zhou Yun and spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of mischief, visible only to Zhou Yun, passed through his eyes—as if repaying Zhou Yun for his earlier jest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lips curved into a faint smile. It was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you—all of you—ten thousand years have passed. Have you learned nothing but anger?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence shattered. Caen roared in fury, having been tricked, raising his plasma pistol and aiming it at the Primarch’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Primarch, if not daemonized, remains flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At such close range, the plasma pistol’s blast would surely—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caen spat blood, never registering what had happened, before being flung backward with tremendous force and crashing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled to rise, trembling slightly, as ancient memories began to awaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in ten thousand years, Caen was awestruck by his own courage—he had just tried to kill a Primarch with a plasma pistol??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Caen, you were once the most clear-headed among the World Eaters. Why have you also become so easily ruled by rage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius’s wings had opened without notice, golden light—both real and illusory—burst forth, a gale sweeping through the entire tomb chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spear of Finis appeared in his hand, its tip gently touching the ground, emitting a low chime like a sacred bell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the silence of the tomb chamber was broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The World Eaters’ Berserkers surged forward again, consumed by rage, hurling themselves at the Primarch atop the dais.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Caen knew this was pure folly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Caen could form a complete thought, his chest exploded with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimson power armor ruptured, blood gushing out violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Caen’s intuition seemed to glimpse a white light—within it, the spirit of Angral the Tall beckoned to him from the highest heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old friend, am I coming to join you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair flashed across Caen’s eyes as he tumbled like a broken doll into the warp rift, unconscious within its depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other World Eaters’ Berserkers were reduced to piles of shredded flesh within moments, drenched in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demons had already turned to ash the instant Sanguinius spread his wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston, Seth, and the few remaining Flesh Eaters stared in stunned silence at the scene before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt their souls trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Mephiston, a powerful psyker, could not comprehend what had just occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had Sanguinius flapped his wings? When had he taken up the Spear of Finis? How had the World Eaters died?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not even a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap between a Primarch and an Astartes was greater than that between an Astartes and a mortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet there was not merely one Primarch present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron, already manifest in the material realm, was no slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanguine Spear and the Spear of Finis crossed midair, blood and warm light colliding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s skull bones clattered with horrifying noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver chains on Sanguinius jingled, crisp as raindrops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Red Sand and the Archangel crossed paths within the tomb chamber, yet no one could discern their strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their speed was so great it raised doubt whether this battle even unfolded within the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low growl echoed—the first instant of Primarch versus Primarch ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron was drenched in blood, his wounds from the Spear of Finis grotesque and horrific, nearly chopping him into paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Archangel stood at the chamber’s center with an elegance Angron could never match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few feathers drifted down; his golden armor was splattered with blood, his face bore a shallow wound, his arm another—but nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Angron’s flesh was healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—this was not flesh of the material universe. It was a body forged from warp energy, an aetheric vessel, a fragment of the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, he was restored as if Sanguinius had never harmed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast let out a low, guttural roar, thick with bloodlust and murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet all present understood the meaning behind the roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This planet was drowning in a terrible war—countless slaughtered, countless dead, countless rivers of blood and skulls falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Blood God’s gaze was fixed here—everything fed Angron’s strength and healed his wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Are you proud of your master’s charity, Angron? Has the gladiator of Nuceria fallen so low?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archangel sighed with pity, then a flicker of mischief danced in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But look,” Sanguinius chuckled softly: “I too have been blessed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A winding sound echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had appeared behind Sanguinius without notice, the acceleration spring driven deep into the Archangel’s lower back, twisted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now it’s fair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archangel’s lips curled into a smile as he gripped the Spear of Finis and pointed it at Angron:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, I am also a Daemon Prince.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1078,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8a9c9f7c2402919f0092ba121c25e7e8fef31e323289a8f8b1d7aff75ffd3830","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-214","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-212",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]