[{"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-23":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},2264846,4422,"Chapter 23: We","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-23",23,"\u003Cp>“How did you get so weak, Zhou Yun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ge laughed as he slung Zhou Yun over his shoulder and carried him to the entrance of Zhou Yun’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun leaned against the outer wall, rubbing his temples as the dizziness and nausea slowly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You look better. Let’s go have a drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Zhou Yun’s complexion had improved, Luo Ge urged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow we’re going to fight the Ark Gang to the death. Have a drink with your brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might not see me again next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ge’s tone was full of sincerity, as if he were already dead tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard that line at least seven or eight times,” Zhou Yun said, shaking his head slightly as the dizziness eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy was a veteran—amid a gang where the average age didn’t exceed thirty, he’d somehow managed to become an old relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how deadly the gang war, he always came back unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun often suspected the guy had been blessed by some warp deity—how was he so hard to kill?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, you said the Ark Gang is going to fight you to the death?” Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, before you left, our territories already clashed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Grinned and patted the Agrippina Model 3 automatic rifle hanging at his waist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>clearly stolen from the weapons delivered to the gang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun fell silent. That old bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter—the gang had already paid him. Even if Luo Ge stole three hundred rifles, it was none of his concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the Ark Gang really in such a hurry to expand?” Zhou Yun frowned tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard they’re building some kind of ark—they need a lot of supplies and manpower,” Luo Ge mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An ark? They want to fly into the sky and become Eldar?” Zhou Yun muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Gang grew stranger by the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their doctrines and actions seemed closely tied to Gene-Stealers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they really be part of the Gene-Stealer cult?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such blatant behavior didn’t fit the Gene-Stealers’ usual style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun felt a flicker of confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d need to find time to investigate the Ark Gang’s background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they truly were Gene-Stealers, it would be a major problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no chance today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rubbed his still-throbbing temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning from the Ruin District, he’d gone straight to Old District Eight—back-to-back work had left his body weary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun waved Luo Ge away, pushed open his door, and collapsed onto the small bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mattress wasn’t soft, but the moment he lay down, his fatigue lessened considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked the door shut against the wall, rubbed his temples, then turned his gaze to his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His trip to Old District Eight had yielded plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the weapons retrieved from the PDF warehouse, Zhou Yun had also acquired Ignis Kalkas’s notebook and the safe that held it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That notebook—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eye twitched just thinking about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d assumed it was just a poetry collection; he never expected it to be Ignis Kalkas’s diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blasphemous incantations recorded inside had been thoroughly destroyed by Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rubbed his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The notebook contained numerous records from the Great Crusade era, primarily about Horus, Deven, Erebus, the Sons of Horus, and First Captain Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It even included plenty of complaints about the Astartes and speculations about the Warrior Societies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contents of this book were the Empire’s most forbidden secrets, the deepest taboos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some histories, many Imperial institutions wished to be buried forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as these records remained in Zhou Yun’s hands, they were safe—but if they fell into the hands of some noble and drew the attention of certain Imperial agencies,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>anyone who had seen this book might be forced into loyalty, traced back like vines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun made his decision immediately: this thing must never reach Old One-Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should be buried must stay buried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the fourth-dimensional pocket paid poorly for textual content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head and tossed the notebook deep into the pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he recycled most of the weapons and gear he’d found in Old District Eight, along with the stasis-field safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One million three hundred thousand instantly credited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not recycle the fifty Cattle M36 laser rifles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>because they were genuinely effective—no wonder they were called the Astra Militarum’s good wife, no wonder they were the standard issue for Cadian Shock Troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could now mentally control twelve at once—though it drained considerable energy and each volley had a few-second delay—but who in the Underhive wouldn’t be disoriented by a dozen focused beams slamming into their face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With training, Zhou Yun might one day control fifty laser rifles simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept a few of each of the other three weapon types, just in case they’d be useful later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Altogether, he recycled one million three hundred thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun, we’re rich now,” the winged figure in Bai Guang sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s ‘we’?” Zhou Yun glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he felt a pang of regret, Zhou Yun opened the Future Department Store’s shopping interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to buy more gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Ark Gang truly was a Gene-Stealer cult, the equipment Zhou Yun currently had wouldn’t be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gene-Stealer chieftain beneath Asford was a six-meter-tall monster with diamond-hard carapace and terrifying psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, due to its host’s bloodline, this Gene-Stealer could partially resist the control of the Great Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of all this, it could even trade blows with the Death Company’s Dreadnought—yes, the Death Company’s Dreadnought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun needed to acquire some more powerful weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Pocket Tornado]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manufacture Date: 277.m2]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: Appears as a gourd; removing the stopper releases a tornado capable of reaching typhoon intensity, powerful enough to destroy a small town in moments.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Price: 560,000”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Capable of unleashing typhoon-force winds, instantly obliterating a small town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Yun read this description, his eyes brightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At only 560,000, it wasn’t too expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon he understood why such a devastating item was so cheap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this thing’s winds didn’t distinguish friend from foe; if Zhou Yun unleashed a typhoon-level storm, he’d be sucked into it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he scaled it down slightly, using the instant-movement ability granted by his Superpower Hat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyes brightened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Launch a hurricane into the enemy’s face, then teleport away—he loved that tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun reached out and purchased the item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ark Gang bastards are launching a surprise attack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhou Yun could pull the item from his pack, he heard commotion outside his door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ark Gang, spawn of mutants! Fire, brothers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire and curses intertwined, echoing through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1118,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2a72e497ed843cd2068e4ec9fa6c84e3bd07777d7acd11fb28638ab4da9c8849","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-24","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-22",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]