[{"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-215":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},2265038,4422,"Chapter 215: Hate! Hate!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-215",215,"\u003Cp>Scorching defense lasers fired from the last anti-air battery pierced through the Norn Envoy’s body, searing flames burning straight through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante gasped for breath, his entire body drenched in blood, while Saint Gileno above severed his wings and collapsed onto the ruins of the city wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Company warriors swung their power axes, roaring beneath the corpse of the Norn Envoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Norn Envoy was so powerful—his strength utterly surpassed every swarm Dante had ever faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Saint Gileno and the Oathbound Legion’s aid, Dante had been forced to deploy the Death Company to coordinate the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These warriors, consumed by ancient rage, saw the Norn Envoy as Horus from ten thousand years past and charged forward in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their sacrifice allowed Dante to seize the moment, using the last remaining defense laser to end the Norn Envoy’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But. But their foe was not merely the swarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas roared, tearing out the brain of another Norn Envoy, purple and blue pus dripping from his grotesque bloodaxe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chief Daemon of Khorne let out a roar of near-fury, crushing the Norn Envoy’s corpse beneath his feet, then turned and swung his axe toward Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s nose instantly caught the scent of blood and brimstone, his whole body feeling submerged in a pool of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flickering visions danced before Dante’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood, blood, blood—endless blood flooded into Dante’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He resisted!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas bellowed, a thunderous roar shaking the air:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the Blood God does not permit resistance! The Blood God will devour his soul!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yours too!!! Dante!!! Sink into blood!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the roar, Angelas reached Dante’s side, his axe swinging down toward Dante’s head as if screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante frantically activated his jump pack, dragging his wounded body away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe slammed into the ground, causing the entire Fortress Angelus to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante fired the trigger of his ancient thermic pistol, searing flames erupting across Angelas’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas’s whip lashed out in pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Oathbound Legion warrior swung a silver longsword, intercepting Angelas’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior had once been mortal, yet his masterful swordplay blocked Angelas’s whip—then vanished in a burst of wild flame as Angelas roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Angelas returned instantly before Dante, his sharp axe crashing down upon Dante’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden mask shattered into two halves under the axe’s blow, revealing Dante’s aged face to Angelas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas let out a wild laugh, the axe continuing its downward swing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s jump pack emitted its final mournful cry, searing flames hurling him into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the fuel exhausted, and Dante crashed heavily into the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas chased after him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Horus!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A furious roar erupted, and a black storm surged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Face Kassos! Kassos will take your life!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death Company’s fearless Kassos charged before Dante, blocking Angelas’s axe with his iron body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ancient warrior had slept in a stasis field since the Battle of the Underworld, only released earlier to fight the Norn Envoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas’s axe nearly crushed Kassos into the ground, tearing his power claws apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chainsword screamed—Fenni, Captain of the Crimson Angels, eyes blazing with fury and madness, his fangs piercing his lips like a vampire, his face twisted into inhuman horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This captain, who had long resisted the Crimson Angels’ traditions, had finally embraced the Crimson Hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stomped on Kassos’s iron frame, swung his chainsword, and leapt before Angelas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas’s axe was held fast by Kassos, leaving him no time to defend against Fenni’s strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chainsaw carved a bloody gash across Angelas’s face; he roared in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His axe violently wrenched free from Kassos’s grip, the blade whipping up a bloodstorm that slammed into Fenni.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior’s body flew like a rag, landing broken among the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s ancient thermic pistol roared, searing flames exploding across Angelas’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Angelas ignored it, lunging toward Dante, his axe lifting sharply—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s golden power armor split open in an instant, a grotesque bloody wound carving across his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante smelled death, felt the cold wind brushing against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most die in the attempt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the icy night sky, Areias warned his son Louis Dante:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fewer still pass the Trial of the Angelic City; fewer still survive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Dante moaned softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt himself dying, as he had once nearly perished from thirst on the selection path years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had served for a thousand years, saved humanity countless times—death should have been his rightful reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now his longing was about to be fulfilled—what more could Dante possibly want?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had defeated enough enemies of humanity—even without Angelas—his honor would remain untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante forced his body to resist death:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—not yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within his soul, he prayed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Archangels, to the Emperor, to his dead father, to the ancestors of his Chapter, to every glorious warrior of the Imperium, to all he had ever trusted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even to Saint Dora, begging them to grant him just a little more life—enough to defeat Angelas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one more moment—then Dante could accept death, accept this reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dante’s life still bled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas laughed wildly—this one would do; if he offered just one more head to the Blood God, perhaps—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat my Boss’s Special Friendship Laser Punch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scorching defense laser suddenly streaked across half of Fortress Angelus, slamming into Angelas’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas shrieked in agony, half his body igniting under the laser’s heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante was stunned—the last defense laser had already been—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze and saw Zhou Yun standing before a door of pink-tinged red wood, Ces and Mephyston beside him, nearly dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Ces nor Mephyston showed pain from their wounds, nor despair at the battle’s horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces held only hope and glory—because—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante could not believe what he saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, streams of warm golden flames ignited across Angelas’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon’s form began shrinking rapidly; the Blood God’s power clinging to Baal was weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the sky over Baal was bathed in sunlight-like radiance; the monstrous rift spanning Baal’s heavens blurred and faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the two Baal moons above grew clear and bright, reflecting the star’s light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante held his breath, watching the scene before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feathers drifted slowly from the sky, pure white tinged with faint blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Gileno, whose wings had been severed by the Norn Envoy and who had been near death, let out a joyful cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wounds seemed to heal in an instant; he flapped his wings and soared skyward, circling the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death Company’s fearless, cursed Kassos roared with exhilaration—the black fury that had consumed him vanished in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenni knelt on the ground in disbelief, tears streaming down his face, head bowed as he confessed his sins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will not forgive you—I bear them with you, for your sin is my sin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear voice echoed softly, and instantly all pain, rage, sorrow, and death vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mortals among the ruins began chanting prayers, weeping with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Giless!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A furious roar erupted from Angelas, the Daemon of Khorne:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the first to speak the name of that figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pointed at Angelas, his voice light with amusement, as if ordering a dish in a restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whole,” he added, as casually as requesting a steak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” the clear voice replied once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante saw only a blazing crimson-gold storm sweeping across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelas screamed as a tear-shaped spear pierced his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemon struggled, swinging his bloodaxe—but the spear effortlessly deflected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wings fluttered gently, summoning a gale; the Bow-Spear lifted Angelas’s body and hurled him before Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the brilliant white light trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four power swords scattered across the battlefield rose mysteriously, ignited in searing flames, and drove like spikes into Angelas’s limbs, pinning him firmly before Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun calmly reached for the white pouch on his abdomen; it opened slightly, revealing a black abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No——————”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anglas let out a startled roar, but it had no effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante saw Anglas’s head seized by the figure within the white light and forcibly shoved into Zhou Yun’s white pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Anglas flowed like liquid into Zhou Yun’s white pocket and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure within the white light slowly approached Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante felt his life ebbing away bit by bit, but this time he did not resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death—the death Saint Dora promised him—had finally come, that calm and peaceful death, that ultimate release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante saw Saint Gilese’s face—not carved from metal, but flesh and blood, radiant with holiness and nobility, brimming with fierce power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At last… I’ve fulfilled my mission,” Dante croaked, his throat dry. “Did I do well? Was I a good Blood Angel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost the best,” a clear, gentle voice sounded beside Dante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The large hand rested on Dante’s shoulder, and suddenly he felt a surge of vitality flowing into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s face twisted in shock and confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You cannot join them yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Gilese glanced toward the Binding Legion dissolving in the flames nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need you more than my father does.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dante… you will still live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante stood frozen, turning his head to look at Zhou Yun, who smiled at the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—making a pact with an entity from the Warp never ends well!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante’s gaze toward Zhou Yun was pure hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1539,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a56e2733e875ad05c86ab58472aea4ba0b9a6ad7d6a38600a1d89fe13b3b67d4","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-216","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-214",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]