[{"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-224":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},2265047,4422,"Chapter 224: I! Chu Mu Dante! Love My Job!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-224",224,"\u003Cp>“The Warmaster will come to accept your surrender.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garvael Lokan, or the chicken thief who claimed to be Garvael Lokan, said this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and Melphiston exchanged a brief glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In human history, only a handful of men have held the title of Warmaster, especially after the Horus Heresy, when the title seemed to carry some ominous connotation—the Empire nearly abandoned it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Warmaster mentioned by this “Garvael Lokan” could only be\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint bead of sweat trickled down Melphiston’s brow beneath the clay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing it was fake—merely the collective emotional projection of mortals onto a chicken thief—Melphiston still felt tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once seen Horus’s form firsthand in his Black Fury, and knew what manner of monster it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t panic. Saint Guilliman assured me none of these chicken thieves can harm me.” Zhou Yun glanced at Melphiston and spoke casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston’s body twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did my Lord say these chicken thieves won’t harm me either?” Melphiston couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… maybe he did?” Zhou Yun pondered, looking slightly confused: “I was too busy plucking his feathers to hear clearly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston gave a stiff, awkward laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun no longer paid attention to Melphiston—this was Melphiston, after all. He could certainly take care of himself; no need for Zhou Yun to watch him closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze to the chicken thief Lokan, continuing to observe the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had a faint sense that everything unfolding before him felt like a play, giving him a strange sense of familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These three chicken thieves seemed merely to be acting out a prewritten script, unaware of it themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will he come now?!” the old man in purple cried urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already sent a signal to the Warmaster,” Lokan said, rubbing his temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reported the situation to the Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warmaster respects those who surrender and is willing to grant them final honor, and is also curious about that strange Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokan gritted his teeth; his hallucinations grew worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer stood in the Emperor’s opulent palace, but in an inverted black iron tower, its central throne now a grotesque, massive assembly of scrap iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faintly saw shifting lights and shadows upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these illusions vanished in an instant, yet he gasped sharply, suddenly understanding why the man in purple demanded to see the Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not the Emperor!!!” Lokan roared. “It’s a trap!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whirled around, his power sword aimed at the invisible entity seated upon the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true Emperor had always sat upon that throne, remaining invisible, never revealing his form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was waiting for the Warmaster’s arrival to ambush and kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bestial roar echoed as Lokan’s hallucinations and reality twisted together, lights and shadows flickering wildly, powerful psychic forces howling through the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he felt as if a troop transport had slammed into his chest—he was lifted like a blade of grass in a hurricane and hurled hard against the black iron wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokan spat blood, his body collapsing like a rag against the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the shifting lights upon the throne, as if a monstrous beast, five or six meters tall, crouched within the gaps of the glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astartes in unknown livery and the psyker Ogryn stood within the psychic storm stirred by the beast, a faint psychic barrier shielding them both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Lokan could finish, a torrent of teleportation light erupted in the room, mere inches from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wolf God!” Lokan roared, warning his gene-father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the teleportation glow, a towering godlike figure emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a giant, far taller than Lokan, clad in power armor between pale gold and bone-white, like the first radiance of the sun rising over Terra—fiery, brilliant, instantly filling the chamber with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Runes glowed across its armor, the Eye of Terra on its chest adding solemn majesty; its cloak of beast pelts stirred with the wind of teleportation, radiating authority without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the embodiment of human might, the perfect warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it appeared, the grotesque hallucinations hovering before Lokan thinned and nearly vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Zhou Yun’s view, it was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw no glorious, majestic warrior—only a strange gene-thief chieftain or proto-chieftain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a six-meter-tall creature with a completely bare, triangular head, no chitinous carapace covering it, bald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its entire body was sheathed in thick, interwoven chitinous plates, which somehow resembled a power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaps between these chitinous plates slowly twisted into complex runes, gradually forming a broken Eye of Terra shape over its chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its grotesque alien face twisted toward the shifting lights upon the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invisible beast upon the throne let out a roar and lunged at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It remained expressionless, raising its claws sheathed in sharp chitin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!! Boom!!! Boom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of the meltagun came faster than its claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invisible beast’s head exploded in a burst of melt-sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precise, swift, casual—as if it had no doubt where its bullets would land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokan was stunned—he had never seen such flawless marksmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he weren’t shooting at enemies, but the enemies were fated to pass through his bullet paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokan even noticed a flicker of barely perceptible surprise in the Warmaster’s eyes—this shooting had clearly startled him too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I swear to destroy all tyrants and deceivers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warmaster looked at the Astartes in unknown livery:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But someone beat me to it this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, Warmaster. I believe you’ll one day personally cripple the greatest tyrant and deceiver in the galaxy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun set down his meltagun and looked at the massive chicken thief with a cheerful expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was an illusion or not, after the invisible chicken thief on the throne died, its body seemed to grow even larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this competition among gene-thief chieftain candidates?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As candidates dwindled, the survivors grew stronger under stimulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had long noticed the invisible chicken thief crouched on the throne—it was clearly the true Emperor, the gene-thief chieftain candidate among these invisible thieves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had remained motionless and invisible on the throne, so Zhou Yun and Melphiston had ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Zhou Yun’s words, the gene-thief proto-chieftain, its body sheathed in chitinous plates resembling power armor, let out a loud laugh and fixed its gaze on Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine flattery. Your mouth is as dangerous as your gun. Which of my brothers’ sons has such a sharp tongue? Guilliman’s?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the proto-chieftain’s gaze hardened as it studied Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Warrior, I am the Lord of the Shadow Wolves, appointed by the Emperor, beloved by all mortals, the Primarch entrusted with the Great Crusade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Horus. I am the Emperor’s firstborn son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the self-proclaimed Horus’s gaze sharpened, as if scrutinizing Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, reveal your identity and your reason for intervening in this war!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston took a slight step back, his expression uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Melphiston truly sensed Horus’s presence on this chicken thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was false—a hallucination forged from the emotions and faith of the Warp—it felt utterly real to Melphiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more, he felt the Black Fury he had long suppressed deep within his soul suddenly stir, as if the monster’s body housed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melphiston faintly saw a pair of pitch-black wings behind the chicken thief, as if the Black Angels of old Bal were gazing at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hastily sent the vision to Zhou Yun’s mind through psychic transmission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun merely pressed down his cap and smiled faintly, reaching into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokan nearly thought he was drawing a weapon—but the Warmaster stood motionless, watching Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Lokan held his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light brighter than the Warmaster’s flooded the chamber in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warmaster stepped back sharply, staring at the object Zhou Yun held aloft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a feather, as long as Lokan’s arm, pure as snow, tipped with a faint blue hue, bathed in warm, sunlike radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the feather was drawn, a clear, holy bell rang out—Lokan’s vision sharpened, mist and illusions dissolving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the feather’s glow, Lokan glimpsed the Warmaster transformed into a monstrous six-meter-tall creature—but only for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Astartes in unknown livery gently lowered the feather, withdrawing its light from the Warmaster and Lokan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Saint Guilliman sent you,” the Warmaster’s voice softened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astartes in unknown livery nodded slightly and murmured: “I am a guard of Saint Guilliman, a member of the Blood Angels. You may call me Chu Mu Dante!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Lokan’s eyes seemed to clear—the Astartes calling himself Chu Mu Dante now wore golden power armor inlaid with bloodstones, his shoulder plates bearing the Blood Angels’ insignia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokan felt a pang of shame—he had only now recognized a Blood Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you are a Blood Angel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus’s lips curled into a faint smile. The Blood Angels were Saint Guilliman’s personal guard, sometimes assigned as bodyguards to other commanders to signify the Archangel’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus clearly took this as his brother’s gesture of friendship. He had just assumed the title of Warmaster and enjoyed good relations with Guilliman—this was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, by the authority of the Warmaster, I grant you entry into the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet and appoint you as my personal guard. You will board the Vengeful Spirit with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1549,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c4731a20c00ab102898992e543c409c02957fbed75c96c7c9732ba29c469fbf0","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-225","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-223",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]