[{"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-217":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},2265040,4422,"Chapter 217: Father! Father! Why Have You Abandoned Us?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-217",217,"\u003Cp>「.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rubbed his chin, staring at the threads in his eyes—he vaguely recognized what they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the other end of the threads carried Saint Guilliman’s will. This was the link between Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun could temporarily connect to Saint Guilliman’s soul and body through this thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt Saint Guilliman’s state on the other end was barely holding together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lips twitched slightly—he’d better not investigate the thread just yet. Though he didn’t know how it had appeared, it seemed any action he took on this link would feedback onto Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archangel was currently on the front lines; he must not be disturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Zhou Yun suddenly heard commotion coming from the breached wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yugi’s foolish son staggered to the wall’s gap, carrying three or four sacks of sand, and used his shoulders to block the breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls of Angel’s Keep had been shattered by the Tyranid swarms; the monsters known as Norn Messengers had torn open four or five massive gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the colossal Tyranid known as the Norn Assimilator had used its internal venom to forge a vast toxic pool along the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the three terrifying beasts had been slain and their corpses removed by the man who had appeared alongside the Archangel,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the wall could not repair itself—and now, most of Bal’s surface remained under swarm control; the Blood Angels, deprived of void power, could not obtain construction materials from the other two planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could only have the mortals fashion sandbags from the abundant yellow sand of Bal, piling them into the wall gaps to supplement various defensive lines, forming a makeshift barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the swarms near Angel’s Keep had been cleared by the Archangel and the Blood Angels; large-scale attacks were nearly impossible—this makeshift line was sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of praise rose from the nearby crowd; though Yugi’s son had mental issues, he had once been a youth who passed the Angelic trials—he was physically strong and worked far more efficiently than ordinary men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader of the Saint Doraemon Cult, an old man from Asford known as One-Eye, clapped Yugi’s son on the back and raised his single thumb toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching from afar, Yugi felt a surge of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-Eye had slain three Blade Worms single-handedly, losing only one arm—he was a legend among the mortals defending Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That such a hero had praised his son made Yugi feel honored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honor—Yugi felt it swelling in his heart, an honor his ancestors had never known in all their years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had fought shoulder to shoulder with the Angels; when the swarms charged Angel’s Keep, Yugi and his son had fired artillery and lasers from the wall’s peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the wall had been breached, Yugi and his son had seen the Archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, Yugi could not believe what he had seen—the Angel, wings trembling, descending into Angel’s Keep, bringing cruel punishment upon demons and aliens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Angel had soothed their fears with gentle words; Yugi had wept uncontrollably, nearly convinced he had died and reached the Golden Throne—how else could a mere mortal attain such glory?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a massive shadow fell over Yugi; his nose caught the scent of ceramite and oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Blood Angel in crimson power armor stood beside him, cloaked in a mantle—he was more than a warrior; he was a priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Priest—Yugi had learned of some Angelic ranks during his training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord.” Yugi awkwardly tried to rise and salute, but his leg had been shattered in battle—he could not stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Angel paid no mind, his gaze fixed instead on Yugi’s son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your son?” the Blood Priest asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Yugi hesitated: “He is my son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Angel extended his hand, signaling the boy to come forward. The boy set down his sandbag, hesitated, then ran over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Priest noticed the scar on the boy’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An old wound,” the Blood Priest judged quickly: “How did it happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Trial Grounds. Two years ago, during the final selection—he went.” Yugi spoke flatly: “He was a brave boy, strong and smart. But you sent him back a fool—a broken man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Trial Grounds offer ten thousand ways to die. To survive is already fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Priest slowly activated his wrist; a series of strange devices emerged from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet he has lived and fought until now—proving he is no broken man. He has courage. He deserves respect. He shows no signs of radiation mutation. And he is a gene-seed candidate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Priest murmured as he scanned Yugi’s son with the devices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord,” Yugi seemed to realize something—he gasped, eyes wide: “But he—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A brain injury. We can fix it,” the Blood Priest said slowly: “Before his misfortune, he had a fine mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You qualify. You will join us,” the Blood Priest told the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yugi’s son seemed to understand—he widened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Priest made no effort to lower his voice; the nearby mortals all heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yugi trembled in disbelief, overwhelming honor and joy crashing into his soul—he could not believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is unusual,” the Blood Priest said slowly: “But we must. It is the Archangel’s command.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has issued orders: to depose Guilliman's Codex Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The children of Saint Guilliman shall be reunited. The Legion shall reappear upon Bal. We need fresh blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your son will be one of them. This has never happened before. But as the Archangel said: the age has changed. Hope is returning. Let us discard the old and take up the new.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yugi did not know what to say. His emotions were tangled—he could only fall silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father,” Yugi’s foolish son suddenly spoke: “Will you be proud of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yugi opened his mouth slightly; tears streamed down his face. He knew what he should say—his son had once saved his life in this war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should have remembered this always. You have always been my pride.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro watched this silently—he knew his goal was achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had selected a suitable recruit, and now the mortals of Angel’s Keep knew: teenagers of proper age and superior quality would have the chance to become Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clapped the boy on the back and spoke slowly: “Come with me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Kaboro finished speaking, he whirled his head toward the sandbag defense line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange rustling sound had begun—he heard it with his enhanced superhuman senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grab your weapons! Enemy attack!!!” Kaboro roared, raising his bolter and aiming at the sandbag barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father!!! Why have you abandoned us!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Purity—we are the pure ones, aren’t we??”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wolf God!! Wolf God!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mad, shrieking roar erupted—the sandbags exploded as if bombed, yellow sand spraying across the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro fired without hesitation, scorching bolter rounds venting into the enemy beyond the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw clearly—the attackers were Gene-Stealers!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro was stunned. These gene-infected monsters had never appeared in prior battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Lord Mephiston and Lord Zhou Yun had eliminated the Gene-Stealer Chieftain and High Priest before the war began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, the Gene-Stealers’ cognitive distortions should have briefly lifted, freeing them from the Hive Mind’s control until a new Chieftain arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could a new Chieftain emerge so quickly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro had no time to ponder—he felt a psychic assault strike him. His head throbbed violently; hallucinations flooded his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw himself standing aboard the Revenant’s Soul—Horus stood before him, the Archangel’s corpse at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro saw something forming, being born within the Archangel’s body—something born from Horus’s killing of Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Rage??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro was seized by terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of Gene-Stealers had awakened his Black Rage—and yet, after the Archangel’s return, Black Rage had been suppressed, hadn’t it???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro roared, using sheer willpower to break free of the Black Rage’s grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the Gene-Stealers pouring into Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their numbers were few, but each was grotesque—beyond the Tyranid chitin, they bore strange feathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of their four arms, the upper two twisted backward, covered in black, blue, and white feathers, resembling short, malformed wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes burned with madness; they howled, unleashing blasphemous, dark psychic energies across Angel’s Keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father! Father! Why have you abandoned us! Are we not your pure offspring?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Guilliman! Saint Guilliman! Saint Guilliman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord, forgive us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro felt a bone-deep dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a rain of thermal fire rained from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro saw Zhou Yun, wearing a strange hat, floating midair, surrounded by a dozen thermal pistols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time a thermal pistol fired, a Gene-Stealer collapsed in a roar of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood in the heavens, gazing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure flickered—he appeared before a Gene-Stealer in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gene-Stealer’s legs had been pierced by thermal pistols, yet it still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had deliberately spared it—he wanted answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you here? Has a new Chieftain been born? What caused your mutations?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Yun’s fingers brushed lightly over the Thermal Field Recorder & Robot Director, infusing his voice with authority—making the nearly insane Gene-Stealer shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.He has returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragmented words spilled from the Gene-Stealer’s mouth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has returned. He has returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Wolf God has returned!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Herder God? Zhou Yun blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s not it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a long spear fell from the sky, piercing and bursting the gene thief’s skull, leaving only a pool of thick sludge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun slowly lifted his head and saw the Archangel’s wings trembling gently, hovering above the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face bore a faint sorrow for the world, bathed in morning light like a sacred statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1599,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","79461b92955ec596be2bcb7dc9b994b6143d01668bb260e20279787c10512678","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-218","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-216",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]