[{"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-219":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},2265042,4422,"Chapter 219: Who Is Saint Guilliman","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-219",219,"\u003Cp>“Your Black Rage? A reflection of Horus within your essence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun slightly raised an eyebrow, half-understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Black Rage is the echo of my moment of death. When you and Mephiston reach the Chrysalis Fortress, many things will become clear,” Saint Guilliman said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Saint Guilliman’s voice paused slightly, his gaze toward Zhou Yun tinged with hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Zhou Yun silently took another step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Zhou Yun was certain: Saint Guilliman was sizing him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman cleared his throat and whispered, “Lend me your Gate of Anywhere for a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air instantly fell silent; Zhou Yun and Saint Guilliman stared at each other, awkwardly standing on the rampart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. No way.” Zhou Yun clutched his fourth-dimensional pocket, frowning. “You can borrow anything else—but not my most valuable item!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xukong  energy of Bara Prime is completely depleted, but I can’t just abandon Bara Two and Bara One,” Saint Guilliman’s face twisted with bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you just fly out yourself or cast a warp-space teleportation spell?” Zhou Yun scrutinized Saint Guilliman with skepticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Lion can teleport people across planets—why do you need my Gate of Anywhere??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Zhou Yun had heard from Mephiston that the entire warp storm enveloping Bara was likely stirred up by Saint Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Short on ships? Ninth Brother, just wait for Thirteenth Brother. Under normal circumstances—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Zhou Yun’s past-life memories, the opening of the Great Rift created a two-hundred-year temporal discrepancy between Bara and the Imperium’s Holy Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the Battle of Bara ended, Guilliman had already been resurrected, completed the Indomitus Crusade, and arrived to reinforce Bara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Great Rift’s time differential meant the Regent would not arrive only to bury the Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve realigned the timeline around Bara. Now, Bara follows the correct temporal path—your memories won’t come to pass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guilliman understands warp-space too little. I can’t trust him alone to meet our Father. I fear he’ll become a vessel for the Emperor’s divine descent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded in agreement; in the original timeline, that was indeed the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if you can adjust timelines, why still need my Gate of Anywhere?” Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help your brother—I’ll pay you with feathers,” Saint Guilliman murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s expression grew slightly odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a moment’s thought, he truly had no immediate need for the Gate of Anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he did need it urgently, his current reserves were enough to exchange for a replacement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renting it out temporarily to Saint Guilliman for some extra income was acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun hesitated, then reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket and pulled out the Gate of Anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pay up,” Zhou Yun extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman gently flapped his wings; over a dozen feathers, glowing faintly golden, drifted from his body and, guided by his psychic energy, landed in Zhou Yun’s palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re shedding badly—gonna go bald?” Zhou Yun slipped the feathers into his fourth-dimensional pocket without expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s expression remained unchanged; his gaze drifted to the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhino transports and Stormraven gunships roared across the skyline; a group of Blood Angels returned from clearing the xenos front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They brought back some xenos carcasses. We also found several biomass pools—collected some biomass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman smiled slightly and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I reckon it should be—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Saint Guilliman finished speaking, he noticed Zhou Yun had vanished from his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw Zhou Yun, wearing his psychic hat, suddenly appear on the desert outside Angel’s Keep, beside the newly halted transports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piercing pain made Saint Guilliman’s expression flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his adamantium armor, the grotesque wound writhed, its profane energy—infused by the Four Gods and Horus—continually corroding Saint Guilliman’s body and soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Saint Guilliman let out a low grunt and suppressed the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago, Horus had been saturated with the Four Gods’ power; his attacks inflicted wounds that transcended time, lingering eternally on Saint Guilliman’s flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wound was conceptual: as long as Saint Guilliman existed, it would keep returning, seeking to tear apart his spirit and body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of his strength had been spent stirring the warp storm to shield from the Four Gods’ gaze and correcting Bara’s timeline—so weak now he could barely fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman suspected Zhou Yun’s gear might contain something to heal this wound, but Bara was a barren world, offering Zhou Yun insufficient resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Ultramar was far wealthier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t delay much longer. Need to pull Guilliman in quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father divided some of the God of Death’s authority to Zhou Yun. If he awakens even a little more of his warp essence, my plan can proceed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman pressed his hand to his chest, suppressing the pain, his perfect, flawless expression returning to his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to the Gate of Anywhere and whispered, “Bara One.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A biting cold wind struck Saint Guilliman as he stepped slowly into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bara One was shrouded in icy wind; the stench of blood drifted through the air—xenos, human, and Blood Knight blood mingled, swirling in this cold, dark world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distant haze, faint roars of Astartes and xenos echoed, indistinguishably intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman let out a soft sigh and stepped into the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the light radiating from his body dispelled Bara One’s darkness like a warm sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses—countless corpses—piled into mountains; blood pooled beneath his feet into rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the end of this sea of corpses and blood, where a warrior, his power armor nearly shattered, clutched a toy short sword and leaned against his brother’s corpse, trembling as he lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F-Father…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astartes rasped, disbelieving at the sight before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I still deserve to stand beside you? Is this a hallucination before death—or have you forgiven this vile soul of mine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or have you come to punish me—for the sins we committed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman said nothing, only walked gently to the Blood Knight’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knelt on one knee in the blood, reaching toward the Blood Knight’s only intact helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Father,” the Blood Knight shuddered in terror. “Please, don’t—Father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman merely shook his head and gently removed the helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knight let out a pained cry, reaching to cover his face—only to realize his own face was reflected in Saint Guilliman’s armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a normal face, human, free of any bloody mutation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Knight wept uncontrollably, touching his own face in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father…” his voice trembled: “Father, we fought to the very last moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anggrath killed many of our brothers. Lord Yor was the last—he held this relic and fought Anggrath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. This relic suddenly blazed with light; Lord Yor and Anggrath battled until the light faded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. Then I took this relic from his corpse. Father, have we at least repaid a fraction of our past sins?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman gazed upon his son with tenderness and mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have paid far more than you ever owed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the name of the Lord of the Ninth Legion, Son of the Emperor, Primarch Saint Guilliman, I swear to the last Blood Knight: the Blood Knights have atoned for their sins, sacrificing in loyalty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall eternally remember with life and soul: you are my sons I am proud of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the rampart, where Saint Guilliman’s figure had vanished into the Gate of Anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the thread in the depths of his consciousness, Zhou Yun faintly sensed Saint Guilliman’s condition was poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soul, flesh, and will all bore wounds—wounds slowly spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman seemed to want to hide this from Zhou Yun; he hadn’t realized Zhou Yun could sense it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had initially only suspected—but now, seeing Saint Guilliman, who could summon warp storms, still needed his Gate of Anywhere to cross planets, Zhou Yun confirmed his judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it Horus’s wound?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In warp-space, time does not exist. Horus’s wound, infused by the Four Gods, may have transcended time’s limits—even the Time Wrapping Cloth cannot fully erase it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the Medical Kit work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the 22nd-century medical device in his fourth-dimensional pocket; its price made his expression flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cost significantly more than renting the Time Wrapping Cloth once?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this money, I’d rather just exchange for the Time Wrapping Cloth and go to Terra to revive the Emperor—let him fix this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though I don’t know if the Time Wrapping Cloth would even work on the Emperor now—he’s too steeped in warp-space, where true time doesn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun pondered, Mephiston walked up beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, what are we going to do?” Mephiston asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had merely summoned him here via a Blood Angel, without explaining the purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is Saint Guilliman’s purest offspring?” Zhou Yun suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston paused slightly, but before he could answer, Zhou Yun began answering himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surely, it must be the Blood Angels—the original legion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Howling Griffins inherited the nobility of the old Ninth Legion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Grave Wardens preserve relics from ten thousand years ago—possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Flesh Tearers may be steeped in Black Rage and Bloodlust, but isn’t that Saint Guilliman’s blessing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit—what the hell is the Chrysalis Saint Guilliman Cult?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1538,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7f68123a143b17091479fe4094e0d40843d703dc7eaa021cfc64078cf7786eaa","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-220","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-218",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]