[{"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-218":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},2265041,4422,"Chapter 218: Little He, Uncle","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-218",218,"\u003Cp>The shattered walls of Angel’s Keep cast long shadows under the hazy glow of distant stars, engulfing Kaboro within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He directed holy blood priests, recruits, and mortals as they cleared the corpses of gene-thieves from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro had received the Archangel’s permission to study the mutations occurring within these corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, Lord Zhou Yun, and the group of mortals had all heard the final words spoken by the gene-thieves before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf-God has returned!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words sent a cold sweat down Kaboro’s spine, especially when he saw Lord Zhou Yun locking eyes with the Archangel descending from the heavens—he feared the worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, in both soul and bloodline, Kaboro resonated with the Archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt—that was the Archangel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though troubled, Kaboro still used psychic shielding to erase the mortals’ memories of the words “Wolf-God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not let what happened here be known to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro could not help but raise his head, gazing at the two figures atop the wall—one tall, one small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archangel, taller than two mortals combined, trailed his wings as he walked beside Lord Zhou Yun along the rampart; the setting sun stretched their shadows into endless lengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro was astonished to notice their shadows seemed to writhe, revealing utterly different scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the shadow extending from Lord Zhou Yun stood a hazy, indistinct blue lynx.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Archangel’s shadow, Kaboro saw the Revenant, saw Horus, saw the Archangel’s hanging corpse, saw death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the two shadows slowly merged, as if Zhou Yun’s shadow were slowly dragging Saint Guilliman’s into his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaboro shuddered, as if what he had just seen were nothing but a fleeting illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman merely walked calmly along the wall, whispering to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman walked ahead of Zhou Yun; the warm sun lit his golden hair, making the silver ornaments within it gleam, while his wings shimmered faintly, as if forged from silver itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzzzzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Feather of Saint Guilliman]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: Bar- Saint Guilliman’s Chicken Wing]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evaluation: A single feather from Saint Guilliman, roughly the length of an Intercessor’s arm, stained with some form of warp energy capable of burning demons, repelling the corrupt forces of the High Heavens, and granting minor luck.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Production Date: 999.M41]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Freshly Plucked]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Value: 26,000]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-six thousand? Zhou Yun couldn’t help but reach out and pluck another feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Saint Guilliman turned his head, glaring fiercely at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun remained expressionless, meeting Saint Guilliman’s gaze as he plucked another feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman sighed, suddenly spun around, and hid his wings behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little He, don’t be so stingy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun quietly slipped the feather he had just plucked into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just taking a few feathers. Haven’t I paid you nearly a billion yet? I haven’t even asked for repayment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. I am not Horus.” Saint Guilliman sighed softly, his eyes filled with complexity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, Little He. I don’t care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just be honest with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m waiting for you. I forgive you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Saint Guilliman fell into a deathly silence, his fists clenched, his gaze twitching toward Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was etched with the urge to punch Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Use your Truth-Seeking Oracle.” Saint Guilliman sighed lightly. “I’ll pay for the item.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had planned to do exactly that anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since someone was willing to pay, he had no reason to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nine hundred thousand.” Zhou Yun’s expression left no room for negotiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you still have some uses left from your last rental?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s face twisted slightly, but he sighed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take whatever you want from the secret vault’s Chapter collection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that’s what I’m talking about, Little He! I knew the Shadow Wolves were more generous than the Blood Angels.” Zhou Yun smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s face twitched again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket and pulled out the remaining uses from his last oracle session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The being standing beside me, whom I have resurrected, is the Primarch of the Ninth Legion, Saint Guilliman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun placed the Truth-Seeking Oracle on the rampart, paused to choose his words carefully, then spoke to the blue checkmark and red circle before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he finished speaking, the red circle sprang upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See?” Saint Guilliman feigned innocence, pointing at the hovering red circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red circle meant Zhou Yun’s statement was correct—the being beside him was indeed Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light was not Saint Guilliman—but the one Zhou Yun had resurrected was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You owe me an explanation,” Zhou Yun said, nudging the link within his mind to Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Saint Guilliman’s face twitched, his expression filled with discomfort. “This shouldn’t have happened...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your consciousness entering my body should not have met resistance. I am now your demonic primarch; my essence should already be fused with yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you have not yet fully recognized your own warp essence—you are resisting yourself, and in doing so, you resist even my essence...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not a god.” Hearing Saint Guilliman call him his demonic primarch, Zhou Yun frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? See?” Saint Guilliman looked smug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget about me—let’s talk about you first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun noticed Saint Guilliman was changing the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s really going on with those chickens?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why weren’t you Saint Guilliman before you were resurrected, but now you are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s Horus doing now? When Dorn dug up your corpse with his little shovel, didn’t he clean it all up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s complicated.” Saint Guilliman shook his head slightly. “After I returned to the material universe and was resurrected, my self-awareness strengthened, and I fully awakened to my warp essence—finally understanding many things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Saint Guilliman. And the winged figure you saw in the white light was also me—that was a part of my warp essence, the version of me never born into the material universe, an entity born from me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The reason it’s tied to Horus is because my essence’s birth is inseparable from Horus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you understand? The essence came first, then Saint Guilliman. Or Saint Guilliman came first, then the warp essence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun listened to Saint Guilliman’s circular logic, his frown deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Zhou Yun’s furrowed brow, Saint Guilliman sighed softly. “I cannot truly explain this to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You began corrupting me when you were in the Shield of the Underworld, and when you resurrected me on Bar, my warp essence became half-submerged in your own warp essence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our essences are now too deeply linked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I forcibly explain or implant this knowledge into you, it may deepen your resistance to my essence, causing me harm—or worse, triggering your own warp essence to awaken too violently, like the Emperor realizing he was the Dark King and going mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow. He felt he had almost grasped a clue in Saint Guilliman’s words—but it slipped away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. Perhaps you should unravel this yourself. And I need your help too.” Saint Guilliman spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. You want me to work overtime?” Zhou Yun’s face hardened with suspicion; he stepped sharply away from Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the image of Grandpa Dante flashed through Zhou Yun’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dante was the result of being forced into overtime by Saint Guilliman...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he agreed, Zhou Yun might end up living Dante’s life—too terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can only entrust this to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman sighed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you’ve seen, the gene-thieves can trigger your descendants’ Black Rage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of all those in Angel’s Keep capable of reaching their lair, only you and Mephiston—who has overcome the Black Rage—are able.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—the chickens pose no threat to you or Mephiston.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, don’t resist yet. I’m working on something that will bring you great gains—but I haven’t figured out how to do it yet. I’ll tell you when you return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s suspicion did not fade—wasn’t this just empty promises?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll let you in on one thing—it involves Guilliman.” Saint Guilliman’s lips curled into a faint smile, as if recalling something delightful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Involved with Guilliman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun cast Saint Guilliman a strange look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least tell me what’s wrong with these chickens. What exactly is inside the Sheath Fortress that you need me and Mephiston to deal with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman nodded slightly, glancing toward the distant desert, his gaze seeming to settle on the Sheath Fortress deep within the wastes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. The Hive Mind sought to obtain my genetic sequence—but creatures created solely from that sequence are merely stronger than Norn Envoys, not worth the Hive Mind’s massive biomass expenditure to attack Bar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sheath Fortress occupied by the gene-thieves is actually the former capital of Bar’s alien race—the first civilization to worship my warp essence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Using alien relics within the fortress and their own faith, they performed deliberate mimicry and rituals, creating in the warp a being called the Sheath Guilliman—not a singular entity, but one dependent on both faith in me and the Hive Mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Hive Mind’s intent was to use this so-called Sheath Guilliman to consume my essence and implant it into a new unit grown from my genetic sequence—indeed, the Sheath Guilliman has already seized a small portion of my essence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Saint Guilliman’s voice paused, growing darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After the Hive Mind’s control weakened, the Sheath Guilliman, under the influence of the gene-thieves’ madness, the warp resonance of my resurrection, and millennia of devotion to the Black Angels, became a more independent and insane entity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is the part of me most akin to erosion and destruction, the lingering shadow of the Black Angel from Baer’s ancient legends, the echo at the moment of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is my black fury, the reflection of Horus within my essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1627,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7b85089e465de7c7931b8ea346700dcbfa7f91d8efb1253677f5b0c8c506ed51","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-219","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-217",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]