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That","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-226",226,"\u003Cp>The figure of the rooster warlord Horus appeared in this crude “Soul of Vengeance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its body seemed larger, its chitinous carapace thicker, its triangular head slightly smaller, its bald scalp more pronounced, and its facial expression more human-like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, Zhou Yun nearly mistook it for a noble Primarch clad in power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this rooster proto-chieftain had grown further; Zhou Yun could feel it was just a step away from becoming a true chieftain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps one more battle, one more hunt of another rooster proto-chieftain, would be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it would grow into the vessel of the Dark Angels—the physical shell of Black Fury in the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun squinted slightly, looking at the two figures beside “Horus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was “Loken,” the other was\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s gaze lingered slightly on the figure beside “Horus” on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fellow had a deformed, massive skull, brain tissue oozing out, glowing with eerie psychic light, and held a strange staff—twisted and grotesque, its top bearing a malformed pair of wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by species, this was likely a Gene-Thief Bishop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pondered briefly what role it might correspond to, and soon formed a guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Loken.” Zhou Yun smiled faintly, raised a cup of strong liquor, and walked toward Loken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken had left Horus’s side and stood among the other Company Captains of the Sons of Horus, watching the arena fights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the combatants was the Gene-Thief Bishop, wielding a broadsword against “Little Horus Asideman” of the Four Thrones Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Iron Wolves, some Astartes resembled Horus himself, and “Little Horus Asideman” was the most similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in swordsmanship, it clearly had not inherited Horus’s skill, and was being dominated by the Gene-Thief Bishop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Loken, have a drink?” Zhou Yun raised his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken turned from his conversation with the captains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though bearing the rooster’s visage, he remained composed and rigid, returning Zhou Yun’s cup with warrior’s etiquette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flawless in form, yet overly stiff and lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard the wine from Baal is famous,” Loken said, making small talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s expression stiffened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the long time since arriving in Warhammer, few things had struck Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne’s Chosen Kain was one; Baal wine was another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baal wine had wounded Zhou Yun far more severely than Kain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stuff was too bitter—bitter enough to evoke the most agonizing years of one’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun unconsciously reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket and silently pulled out a bottle of Baal red wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had waited for this moment a long time—he had always wanted to share this bitterness with someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had originally planned to give it to Old One-Eye or Lag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Old One-Eye had been badly wounded in the Battle of Baal, and Lag was too old; Zhou Yun feared it might kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this rooster Loken had mentioned it, Zhou Yun unhesitatingly offered him the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here.” Zhou Yun’s voice was flat, yet tinged with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken, bewildered, extended his power-gauntleted hand and took the bottle from Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only mentioned it politely—this Blood Guard member had actually pulled a bottle from his pants and handed it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do all Blood Guard carry red wine in their pants? Is this some Ninth Legion custom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, meanwhile, studied Loken’s claws with keen interest, curious what Loken saw in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there something wrong with my power sword?” Loken glanced oddly at his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword itself was flawless—its energy field stable, as it had been through every day and night of Loken’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken had never let go of it, not once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Power sword… have you ever tried letting go of it?” Zhou Yun smiled faintly, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken froze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained to recall—since his power sword had grown from his body, he had never released it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—why did he say “grown”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken’s expression blurred; his power sword flickered, momentarily resembling an alien claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He involuntarily stepped back—but the claw was part of his own body, so it moved with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken stared at the claw, feeling his sanity and spirit being torn apart by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Loken groaned, a low moan. The other Iron Wolves officers turned their gazes toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, Loken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, expression unchanged, placed a hand on Loken’s shoulder, his tone soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertips brushed lightly over the Machine Director & Hot-Seat Prompt Board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me—what did you see?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s voice carried a gentle resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It effortlessly seized control of Loken’s mind, drawing out his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw… I saw the claws—my claws,” Loken murmured, dazed, caught between reality and hallucination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truth… we have only truth,” Loken whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his body jerked violently, shaking his head hard—his eyes cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry,” Loken said, voice low, rubbing his temple. “My old ailment—occasional hallucinations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun studied Loken with keen interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This rooster Loken could, to some degree, pierce through the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because the true Loken of normal history was known for his obsession with truth and his skill in uncovering it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In essence, this rooster Loken was merely the echo in the Warp of how people a thousand years ago perceived and felt about Loken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun smiled softly: “Our Blood Angels also occasionally face similar instability—falling into illusions, unable to tell which era we live in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Loken paused, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had just revealed his Legion’s genetic flaw—something every Chapter kept secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet the Blood Angels know a cure for these illusions,” Zhou Yun continued, ignoring Loken’s shock. “Do you know what it is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken shook his head, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truth, Loken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have only truth. Only truth can shatter illusion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken’s eyes widened slightly—he opened his mouth to speak, but Zhou Yun lowered his cap slightly, smiled, and changed the subject: “Tell me about the other fighter in the arena.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erebus, Chief Chaplain of the Word Bearers, equal in rank to Lorgar’s Voice and Tongue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He came to report to the Warmaster, seeking a favor—but upon arriving, he sensed the Warmaster’s burdens and quietly suppressed his own matter, choosing instead to serve as a steadfast, reliable advisor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loken hesitated before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We trust Erebus now. We hold him in great esteem. The Warmaster does too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think a meltagun to his skull would suit him better,” Zhou Yun smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers unconsciously brushed the meltagun at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to blow the thing’s head off. Loken instantly sensed the emotion radiating from Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was terrified—he knew Zhou Yun’s capabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this distance, from this position, Zhou Yun’s shot could kill Erebus in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not the real Erebus—only an echo projected onto this rooster, a splash from a stone dropped in water, not the stone itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun felt regret—if the real Erebus stood before him, he’d burn him to ash with dozens of meltaguns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Erebus was, in substance, the most monstrous creature in Warhammer’s cesspool of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimes were countless: deceiving Lorgar into Chaos, filling Horus with the Four Gods’ corruption, planning the ambush at Calth to slaughter the Blue Scribes, betraying and killing the Word Bearers’ finest Blessed Son, Anger Tey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the architect of the Heresy, the direct force that dragged humanity and the entire galaxy into the filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Chaos or Loyalist, even xenos would spit at the sight of Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any man holding a bolter with two rounds would fire both at Erebus, then smash his face with the stock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if not for Zhou Yun’s plan, this creature had great use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun wouldn’t mind shooting it dead—its behavior and spirit differed little from Erebus’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus’s sword was fast—even Zhou Yun had to admit, in the arena fight, Erebus showed real skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus wielded a massive, heavy broadsword—the standard Astartes broadsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet its blade pressed relentlessly against Little Horus’s scythe-claws, striking three or four times per second—nearly matching the speed of elite Imperial Guard air-dropped troops firing six blows per second during meal breaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the clash of blades echoed through the arena, whipping into a whirlwind of wind; the warriors present couldn’t help but cheer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than ten minutes, Erebus landed the decisive strike—a slash across Little Horus’s face, drawing blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Horus sighed, surrendered, and stepped out of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who will face the victor!” Abaddon suddenly shouted. “Will it be our soon-to-be member of the Four Thrones Council, Loken?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or…” Abaddon’s gaze fell on Zhou Yun. “Or this new Blood Guard member, recently appointed as the Warmaster’s bodyguard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to Zhou Yun. Everyone wondered whether this Blood Guard member truly possessed real strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a provocation. A test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gently extended a finger toward himself; his tone surpassed the expectations of Abaton and every one of the treacherous Shadow Wolves present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me fight Airebas?! Really?! That’s great!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried joy, delight, gratitude toward Abaton, and overwhelming elation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1489,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","47cb39e47c36588a93146d0150e3465e97cc71b13da9b462feedd19947575d67","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-227","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-225",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]