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I’m thirteen years away from turning a hundred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many people in Asford’s lower nest have lived as long as I have? Forty or fifty is considered long life in our part of the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For a nest rat like me, eighty-seven years is too long. I’ve already started forgetting things from the past.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the wrinkles on Lag’s ugly face deepened, revealing every trace of age:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And lately, I simply can’t handle it anymore. Those things exhaust me. I can’t hold on any longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun brother, I spent most of my life thinking only about how to survive—how to keep myself alive, and how to keep you brothers alive. But when the swarms attacked Angel’s Keep, I was the one who had to urge everyone to stand in the most dangerous places.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know it was necessary, but I can’t bear it. I watched them die one by one. I truly can’t take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They were all better, more valuable, younger than this old man I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag fell silent for a moment, then began gasping heavily, his chest rising and sinking weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking so much at once had drained much of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faintly extended his hand, as if trying to grasp something, then pulled it back in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Lag slowly closed his charcoal-black eyes, his eyelids swollen and red from illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun picked up a pillow from the bed and placed it behind Lag’s back, making his posture slightly more comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not afraid of dying, Zhou Yun brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag’s eyes glowed red as he whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m afraid I won’t return to the Golden Throne. I’m afraid the brothers who died with me won’t return to the Golden Throne either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun brother, please tell me—is the Golden Throne real? Will the Emperor protect our souls?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I fear it’s just a lie—that the souls of all the dead brothers are left unprotected in darkness and chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag extended his bony hand again, like a drowning man grasping for a straw, but once more he grasped nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Zhou Yun reached out and wrapped his flesh-filled hand around Lag’s emaciated one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me,” Lag murmured almost inaudibly. “God… don’t leave our souls unprotected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gently clenched Lag’s palm and said softly: “I am not a god.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I promise you will return to the Golden Throne, alongside the souls of those who fell in Asford, at peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Lag’s face twisted with the cunning unique to a nest rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’ve made all the arrangements?” Lag’s voice was hoarse, his tone sly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help laughing: “I promise I’ll go to the Emperor and confirm whether your soul has returned to the Golden Throne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he lets you slip through, I’ll kick his hook so hard he’ll regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And everyone else’s too—all of them. They were good people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag urgently extended his other hand, gripping Zhou Yun’s sleeve tightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag’s charcoal-black eyes were filled with pleading, as if Zhou Yun truly could protect their souls from the chaotic, mad entities of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked down at Lag and lowered his gaze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I promise you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag’s eyes widened, gazing at Zhou Yun with gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me, Doraemon God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was as thin as a spider’s thread. Zhou Yun wasn’t surprised that Lag had realized his identity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Lag’s reaction earlier, Zhou Yun had already sensed that the cognitive distortion placed by Leina had been lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps something had happened on Leina’s end. Perhaps the effects of the Great Rift. Or both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doraemon God… please help us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Protect the dead souls. Protect them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.” Zhou Yun held Lag’s hand, now growing cold, and whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the high walls of Angel’s Keep, Zhou Yun gently swirled the bottle in his hand, pouring himself a glass of crimson wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not Baal’s red wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baal’s red wine ranked alongside Fenris mead as one of the two extinction-level beverages of the Human Imperium—tasting like swallowing a virus bomb or a cyclone torpedo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bottle was the wine Old One-Eye had brewed in Asford, which Zhou Yun had taken with him before leaving—it was one of the few remaining bottles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thinking about Lag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag had begged Zhou Yun to confirm whether his soul, and the souls of those who died in the battles of Baal and Asford, had returned to the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This stirred Zhou Yun’s curiosity: how exactly did the souls of the faithful return to the Golden Throne?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of wings slicing through the air came from behind Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to see Sanguinius, his wings trembling, landing gently before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius’s gaze fell upon the wine glass in Zhou Yun’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun said nothing, simply pulled a glass from his fourth-dimensional pocket, poured Sanguinius a drink, and handed it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius held the small glass—tiny for his hand—and leaned beside Zhou Yun against the high wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is Lag?” Sanguinius asked softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gathered his thoughts and recounted Lag’s words to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect the Emperor is manipulating me into going to Terra,” Zhou Yun said bluntly to Sanguinius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Emperor, the Master of Mankind, making Lag unconsciously utter words to lure Zhou Yun to Terra would be simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius’s expression flickered oddly, then he nodded slightly in agreement: “That sounds like something my father would do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it’s too crude. Perhaps his longing has seeped into the entire human population, causing Lag to say those things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know—he’s bound too deeply to the entire human species.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly in agreement with Sanguinius’s guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But not now,” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor’s condition remains unknown. If Zhou Yun and Sanguinius went alone, who knew what misfortune might strike? At the very least, they needed to bring Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor truly had problems, and Guilliman was already with him, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius could barely imagine the horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War, after all, is fought on logistics—and Guilliman’s logistical prowess borders on divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having him on their side was a tremendous advantage; having him on the enemy’s side would be utterly nauseating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius naturally shared Zhou Yun’s view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve ordered the void ship returned from the Forge World. One thousand elite Blood Angels have already been selected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can depart at any moment—eh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius’s words were abruptly cut off. He let out a faint hum, as if sensing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun turned a curious gaze toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone is performing divination in the Warp’s current, seeking information about the Primarchs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Risk of detection?” Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius shook his head slightly: “No. This is primarily aimed at Guilliman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I played a little joke—I scattered some amusing false rumors through the Warp’s current.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Sanguinius’s lips curled into a mischievous smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scare the hell out of Azeckel Abaddon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help but cast him a curious look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1207,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cdcb3f38330bf6e1287650293727e31fe98f9ff81ccbcbf22744adb3ba5e2bd7","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-241","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-239",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg",{"terms":24,"userReplacements":190},[25,30,35,40,45,50,55,60,65,70,75,80,85,90,95,100,105,110,115,120,125,130,135,140,145,150,155,160,165,170,175,180,185],{"id":26,"raw_term":27,"original_term":28,"translations":29},1800892,"Zhou Yun","周雲",[],{"id":31,"raw_term":32,"original_term":33,"translations":34},1800893,"Casso","卡索",[],{"id":36,"raw_term":37,"original_term":38,"translations":39},1800894,"Carian","卡萊恩",[],{"id":41,"raw_term":42,"original_term":43,"translations":44},1800895,"Sanguinius","聖吉列斯",[],{"id":46,"raw_term":47,"original_term":48,"translations":49},1800896,"Festus","費斯圖斯",[],{"id":51,"raw_term":52,"original_term":53,"translations":54},1800897,"Magnus","馬格努斯",[],{"id":56,"raw_term":57,"original_term":58,"translations":59},1800898,"Ahriman","阿里曼",[],{"id":61,"raw_term":62,"original_term":63,"translations":64},1800899,"Leman Russ","黎曼魯斯",[],{"id":66,"raw_term":67,"original_term":68,"translations":69},1800900,"Guilliman","基里曼",[],{"id":71,"raw_term":72,"original_term":73,"translations":74},1800901,"Tyrian","提瑞恩",[],{"id":76,"raw_term":77,"original_term":78,"translations":79},1800902,"Kairos Fateweaver","卡洛斯",[],{"id":81,"raw_term":82,"original_term":83,"translations":84},1800903,"Czepesh","采佩什",[],{"id":86,"raw_term":87,"original_term":88,"translations":89},1800904,"Rena","蕾娜",[],{"id":91,"raw_term":92,"original_term":93,"translations":94},1800905,"Valerian","瓦雷利安",[],{"id":96,"raw_term":97,"original_term":98,"translations":99},1800906,"The Emperor","帝皇",[],{"id":101,"raw_term":102,"original_term":103,"translations":104},1800907,"Alkun","阿爾昆",[],{"id":106,"raw_term":107,"original_term":108,"translations":109},1800908,"Skarbrand","斯卡布蘭德",[],{"id":111,"raw_term":112,"original_term":113,"translations":114},1800909,"Italeo","伊塔萊奧",[],{"id":116,"raw_term":117,"original_term":118,"translations":119},1800910,"Nobi Nobita","野比大雄",[],{"id":121,"raw_term":122,"original_term":123,"translations":124},1800911,"Ilthu Simotrien","伊爾圖.西莫特里恩",[],{"id":126,"raw_term":127,"original_term":128,"translations":129},1800912,"Ude Udia Laski","烏德.烏迪亞.拉斯基",[],{"id":131,"raw_term":132,"original_term":133,"translations":134},1800913,"Belisarius Cawl","貝利薩留.考爾",[],{"id":136,"raw_term":137,"original_term":138,"translations":139},1800914,"Jeanne","讓娜",[],{"id":141,"raw_term":142,"original_term":143,"translations":144},1800915,"Yerit","耶蕊特",[],{"id":146,"raw_term":147,"original_term":148,"translations":149},1800916,"Abaddon","阿巴頓",[],{"id":151,"raw_term":152,"original_term":153,"translations":154},1800917,"Ers","爾斯",[],{"id":156,"raw_term":157,"original_term":158,"translations":159},1800918,"Erebus","艾瑞巴斯",[],{"id":161,"raw_term":162,"original_term":163,"translations":164},1800919,"Lucius","盧修斯",[],{"id":166,"raw_term":167,"original_term":168,"translations":169},1800920,"Luther","盧瑟",[],{"id":171,"raw_term":172,"original_term":173,"translations":174},1800921,"Be'lakor","比拉克",[],{"id":176,"raw_term":177,"original_term":178,"translations":179},1800922,"Tiena","蒂耶娜",[],{"id":181,"raw_term":182,"original_term":183,"translations":184},1800923,"Titus","泰圖斯",[],{"id":186,"raw_term":187,"original_term":188,"translations":189},1800924,"Night Haunter","夜之主",[],{}]