[{"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-229":6,"glossary-terms-4422":23},{"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},2265052,4422,"Chapter 229: Warmaster, Daiwen Satellite Has Arrived","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-229",229,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had probably made a mistake,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had always said that since arriving in the Warhammer universe, only Kain’s axe and Bal’s wine had harmed him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but he had forgotten that back in the hive city, something else had hurt him too,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the train—the swaying, rickety monorail of the hive city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would have thought, who would have thought, that the train leading from Shechi Fortress to this so-called “Daiwen” was the same kind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To those mad, cunning chickens, they were aboard a starship,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but to Zhou Yun, this was nothing but a crude monorail, heading to a satellite city near Shechi Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train rocked and shuddered, clearly built by the chickens in earlier times,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though Zhou Yun, clad in the Ghost DX suit, was immune to his old motion sickness, the memory of that sensation felt like being struck again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rubbed his head slightly, though it did no good—his real hand and his real brain were separated by several layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you unwell from warp travel?” A low voice sounded behind Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the chickens, they were not on a rail line—they were undergoing warp travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve experienced as much warp travel as the Iron Hands Primarch’s head and the meat inside their Dreadnoughts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun answered almost instantly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had never experienced warp travel, just as the Iron Hands Primarch Ferrus Manus had no head, and the Dreadnoughts had no flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A strange metaphor.” The man behind Zhou Yun slowly walked to his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun turned his head and saw it was the chicken Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had begun to resemble the old Horus, its body entirely covered in chitinous armor grown from its own flesh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though only vaguely so,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it lacked the terrifying aura only a Primarch possessed—not born of flesh, but emerging from something deeper beneath the material shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chicken Horus looked down at Zhou Yun and spoke softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did my brother Sanguinius send you here to protect me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun thought in his heart: sent to kill you. But he also sensed something odd—why had this chicken suddenly asked this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had clearly accepted his presence before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To express brotherly concern,” Zhou Yun said sincerely. “To celebrate your ascension as Warmaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers lightly brushed the Thermal Performance Panel & Robot Director.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chicken Horus fell silent for a moment, then asked: “Is it Erebus?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the air grew still. The two stood facing each other in the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this was not how history went—this fake Horus had sensed Erebus’s issue?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My children may think you’re mocking them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I sensed—you were mocking Erebus and me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chicken Horus’s eyes flickered with anger, fixed on Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me—did Erebus deceive me? Did Tamba not betray me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least on this matter, it did not deceive you,” Zhou Yun said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed down his cap, an involuntary smile tugging at his lips,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had underestimated these chickens—their bodies were alien, but their minds and actions were echoes of the Thousand Sons from ten thousand years ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>especially this Horus—a resonance of the Primarch’s spirit and behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus was among the very best of the Emperor’s sons; even a resonance was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, what task did Sanguinius give you?” Horus asked in a lowered voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I tell you, will you send someone to kill Tamba?” Zhou Yun asked knowingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it about Tamba? No, I won’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fake Horus shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will not let others cleanse the stain from my honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if there might be traps or danger?” Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am a Primarch, the continuation of the Emperor’s gene-seed, the son of the Lord of Mankind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus burst into laughter, all his anger dissolving in the sound,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Horus, the First Son of the Emperor, the Warmaster chosen by my Father—no trap or danger can defeat me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clapped Zhou Yun on the shoulder and said calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does Sanguinius doubt my shoulders are too weak to bear my own honor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If that day comes, I will give him the title of Warmaster—let him sit in this seat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son of Sanguinius, you may judge me with your own eyes. I grant you that right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Horus walked away from Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shrugged slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had expected this outcome—no one could stop Horus from personally killing Tamba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even telling him it was a trap would not change it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in history, Loken had warned Horus too, and it’s hard to say the historical Horus hadn’t sensed Erebus’s deception,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Horus chose the tactic that had been repeated by countless others for ten thousand years,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>out of honor, and out of other emotions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus had not been universally accepted as Warmaster,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in his eyes, some—like Leman Russ and Roboute Guilliman—were jealous of the position,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Russ always believed himself the eldest, Guilliman endlessly ambitious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Horus, Warmaster was not merely honor and power,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was the Emperor’s, a father’s, affirmation—the proof that in the Emperor’s heart, Horus was the finest son, the validation of his status as First Son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could forsake power and enemies, but he could not bear to have his father’s approval stolen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he would not retreat—even knowing danger and traps lay ahead, he chose the most honorable path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston, disguised as an Ogryn, slipped silently to Zhou Yun’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Zhou Yun, what happened?” Mephiston whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Nothing. Just heard, ten thousand years ago, a child’s longing for his father’s approval—so desperate he feared even a fraction might be taken by his brothers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pressed down his cap and shrugged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Honestly, Mephiston, though many treat Primarchs as gods or extensions of the Emperor’s divinity, they are far closer to humanity than people imagine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even human frailties—childishness, vanity—don’t fade in them; they’re amplified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered how, in history, Garviel Loken had said: the Primarchs were collections of human traits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly had eyes that saw truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston paused, hesitated, then asked: “Including Sanguinius?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” Zhou Yun nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mephiston opened his mouth to speak—but then the train halted. Outside the carriage, a chicken settlement appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Warmaster, Daiwen Satellite has arrived.” Zhou Yun’s lips curled into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meltagun shattered a chicken’s skull,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun strode through the swamp, listlessly killing chickens in the settlement with his meltagun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the entire settlement was submerged in strange marshland, the chickens shambling forward like mindless zombies, attacking Zhou Yun and the Sons of Horus chickens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but in Zhou Yun’s eyes, they were just ordinary chickens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in history, Daiwen Satellite had indeed been corrupted by Nurgle, filled with plague zombies,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but these chickens merely believed themselves to be plague zombies,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>how pitiful—other chickens thought they were Blood Angels or Sons of Horus; these poor fools thought they were plague zombies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, Zhou Yun trudged through the swamp,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Sons of Horus chickens split into two squads, attacking from two directions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon, Horus, and Little Horus in one group,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and Captain Loken in the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun didn’t care—he only planned to loaf until Horus neared death, until Erebus revived him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after that, he would stuff the fake Horus and the Dark Angel dwelling within him into a fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meltagun fire blazed like a sun in the darkness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one problem annoyed Zhou Yun slightly—these chickens were hard to tell apart,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whether Sons of Horus chickens or plague zombie chickens, to Zhou Yun they looked nearly identical, except the Sons of Horus had thicker chitinous armor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mixing them up meant he might hit his own side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Zhou Yun’s instinct sensed someone approaching from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun around swiftly, not slowed much despite being in the swamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chijie was darting between the buildings behind him, closing in on Zhou Yun at high speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s voice shifted slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he stood before the Chijie, his thermal pistol aimed to pull the trigger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it’s Lieutenant Lokan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he drew closer did Zhou Yun recognize the Chijie as Lokan, barely avoiding firing by accident:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I almost took you for a zombie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chijie Lokan lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Chijie Lokan launched a sudden attack, slashing at Zhou Yun with the blunt back of his scythe-claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shrugged—he had already activated the Acceleration Gear, and Lokan’s speed seemed sluggish to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puhhh!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lokan saw nothing of Zhou Yun’s movement—only felt a crushing punch to his abdomen, sending him sprawling into the thick swamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his vision, two scenes twisted grotesquely together:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one, he was an Astartes, a warrior of the Shadow Wolves;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the other, he was an alien, a insectoid creature with sharp claws and chitinous armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in either scene, the Lokan reflected in this man’s eyes was always a grotesque alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In your eyes, am I—or are we—much like these reanimated corpses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like a hideous, deformed insect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1507,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 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