[{"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-223":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},2265046,4422,"Chapter 223: There Is No Time in the Warp","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-223",223,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun descended the spiral staircase hanging upside down outside the tower, accompanied by Melphiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire She Chi  Fortress was inverted; naturally, the tower’s spire pointed downward, so the roaches had built a crude spiral staircase along its exterior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the aid of his mechanical device, Zhou Yun’s left hand emitted the roar of a chainsaw and effortlessly severed the roach blocking his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above Zhou Yun’s head, roaches were locked in battle; the cracking of chitinous shells echoed incessantly, and corpses occasionally tumbled from above, crashing heavily into the abyss below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Melphiston swiftly climbed the final steps and stepped through what had once been a window into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a room forged from black iron, steeped in alien aesthetics, its walls covered in incomprehensible inscriptions and bizarre murals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the room’s center stood a throne, assembled from crude black steel—ugly and immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne was empty; beside it stood a roach roughly three meters tall with four arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roach’s triangular eyes locked fixedly onto Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Intruder!” the roach shrieked. “Vile intruder!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You could have————”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun did not wait for the roach to finish; he yanked a cane from his fourth-dimensional pocket and slammed it down hard on the roach’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roach could not withstand the immense force Zhou Yun exerted through the cane and collapsed to the ground, dazed and bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tried to rise, but the shock from Zhou Yun’s strength left it half-unconscious on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the cane in his hand—it showed no reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a locator cane; it was the final item in the Sherlock Holmes set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Sherlock Holmes’ Radar Cane]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manufacture Date: 261.M3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: Mimics Sherlock Holmes’ radar cane, sold as a set with the Clue Magnifier, Detective Pipe, and Detective Hat. The smoke rings from the Detective Pipe hover above the culprit’s head, marking them.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning this roach was not the person Zhou Yun was seeking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why had the Clue Magnifier indicated a clue in this room? Was it merely because of the murals on the walls?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming this roach was not his target, Zhou Yun kicked it hard, knocking it fully unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did not kill it—he planned to interrogate it later, to see if he could extract useful information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Zhou Yun and Melphiston simultaneously glanced at the empty throne before turning to the inverted murals on the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alien script—I can interpret it,” Melphiston murmured. “But it will take time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston briefly glanced outside the tower; the battle outside was intensifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roaches’ fighting had reached a fever pitch, and footsteps still echoed on the suspended staircases outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to suggest recording the mural content for later interpretation in a quieter place,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but before Melphiston could speak, Zhou Yun waved him silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need.” Zhou Yun glanced at Melphiston, then reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket and withdrew two lumpy, pitted konjac blocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Translation Konjac]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manufacture Date: 261.M3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: A uniquely flavored konjac pastry. When consumed, enables flawless communication with speakers of any language—including foreign, alien, parallel-world, or any form of language. The effect also applies directly to written text, allowing comprehension of any script, even illegible or incomprehensible writing.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Price: 750,000 per piece]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After glancing at the price, Zhou Yun resolved to make Saint Guilliman reimburse him upon returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston stared, bewildered, as Zhou Yun shoved a konjac block into his hand; then he watched Zhou Yun swallow his own, and copied him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The konjac slid smoothly, cool upon entry, then slipped down Melphiston’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Melphiston felt no change. Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, the exalted angel was born in death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was born in his own death; the one who turned toward death became the Dark Angel, the one who turned toward life became the Golden Angel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is blessed and cursed; he must die, yet lives because of death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston felt dizzy, disoriented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he understood the alien script on the walls—as fluently as reading Low Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The cursed slew Him; the cursed witnessed His death; the cursed gave birth to His rebirth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He must die! He must die! Yet He lives because of death! He lives because of death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaotic text battered Melphiston’s mind; he could not help whispering the words aloud, his body trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, his and Zhou Yun’s gazes settled on a carving at the mural’s center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carving was chaotic, filled with a jumble of disparate elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhou Yun easily identified them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A self-entwined serpent, a cluster of rotting flies, a bleeding hound, a bird resembling both eagle and raven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These four entities coiled within the Sea of Souls, manipulating a bloated corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloated corpse tore apart a pristine angelic corpse with its claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel’s death echoed through the Sea of Souls, merging with the sorrow and prayers of countless beings—thus, one black and one golden angel were born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Guilliman’s death caused the birth of Baal’s two angels?” Melphiston blurted, standing beside Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But this… but before Saint Guilliman descended upon Baal, before Saint Guilliman was born in the Emperor’s gene-labs… wait—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston drew a sharp breath, his body trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is no time in the Warp. Once born, it exists simultaneously in past, present, and future—neither before nor after.” Zhou Yun answered for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both understood what this meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant Saint Guilliman’s death was fixed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beast’s roar erupted; the roach Zhou Yun had knocked unconscious suddenly awoke, roaring as it lunged at Zhou Yun and Melphiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not so fast!” Before Zhou Yun or Melphiston could move, a voice filled with insectile screeches barked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roach with thick chitinous armor burst into the room, swinging its claws to pin the three-meter-tall roach to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Gavriel Lokken, Captain of the Tenth Company of the Shadow Wolves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you the so-called ‘Emperor’?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokken’s sharp voice demanded, knocking the elderly man attempting to attack the unmarked Astartes and the Ogryn to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had observed outside the door—the powerful old man in the floor-length purple robe was likely the one claiming to be the “Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what truly unsettled Lokken was the unmarked Astartes and the Ogryn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed far more interested in the murals on the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Who are you?” Zhou Yun stared, momentarily stunned by the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roach pinning the three-meter-tall roach, its claw pressed to its throat, claimed to be—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gavriel Lokken, Captain of the Tenth Company of the Shadow Wolves.” The roach repeated. “My lord, I will verify your identity. Please wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Zhou Yun watched, slightly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavriel Lokken, Tenth Company Captain of the Sons of Horus during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, later became a member of the Four Thrones of Horus’ Advisory Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Horus’ rebellion, Lokken, as a loyalist among the Sons of Horus, restored the Shadow Wolves’ original name and turned against Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This roach claimed to be Gavriel Lokken from ten thousand years ago—as if it truly believed it was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyes flickered slightly; he gently pressed down his cap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Angel and the Dark Angel were both born from Saint Guilliman’s death; his death echoed in the Warp, stirring sorrow and prayer across the material universe, which coalesced into the two angels worshipped by the people of Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun faintly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their birth from Saint Guilliman’s death did not mean they originated solely from Saint Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, everything present at the moment of Saint Guilliman’s death likely contributed to the birth of the Golden and Dark Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over ten thousand years, the emotions of those who remembered Saint Guilliman’s death also contained hatred for Horus and various impressions of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This portion of emotion tied to Horus gave rise to the Dark Angel of Baal’s faith; the She Chi  Saint Guilliman itself emerged from Baal’s worship of the black and golden angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This roach before them was influenced by the Dark Angel of Baal’s faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collective memories and impressions of Horus and the Sons of Horus had been projected onto these roaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—if there’s a Gavriel Lokken…” Zhou Yun murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston, standing beside him, had just grasped it all; his body stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—if the collective impressions of Gavriel Lokken had been projected into these roaches,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then… surely the other central figure in Saint Guilliman’s death could not be absent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I await my Commander-in-Chief! I will surrender only to him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavriel Lokken stared at the old man before him, sighing softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred and twisted; the old man now appeared as a monstrous, three-meter-tall insectoid creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power sword had become alien claws, dripping with viscous slime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head sharply, gathering his focus, and pressed his fingers to his comm-bead, whispering briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Warmaster will come to accept your surrender.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1487,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f5c68e98c3ce4d9d2e7ac574eb312f0ecd98d8e097620957551bca3af977d295","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-224","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-222",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]