[{"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-241":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},2265064,4422,"Chapter 241: The Age of the Primarchs Is Over!!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-241",241,"\u003Cp>The roar of wind and cannons was so deafening it made Lord Kryd’s ears buzz and throb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the wind and cannons—the entire world is roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountains shattered, oceans evaporated into ash, and the very structure of the continent screamed its death throes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eye of Terror shone brighter than ever, a crimson gash across the heavens, as if ready to swallow all of Cadia whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The profane energies of the Warp ravaged this world; mocking laughter echoed from the dark, and the long vigil had finally collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illusions of the Warp manifested upon Cadia’s ruins; demons tore through the veil of reality and rampaged across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortals who realized Cadia was lost began to retreat, while Abaddon’s Black Legion and the demons gave chase without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell-drakes in the sky spat venomous fire; colossal Chaos Daemons of Tzeentch raised two avian heads above the horizon, and eerie psychic lightning rained from the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every troop transport and troop ship in retreat became prey for the demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd and his Eighth Regiment chose to defend Cadia one final time, their flesh and blood the last human bulwark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the order was given, other commanders still stood with Lord Kryd, willing to die alongside Cadia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 184th Regiment, skilled in defense under General Drostron, partially joined the fight—mostly seasoned Cadia-born soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scorching crimson lasers shot in all directions across the line; reanimated corpses roared toward the last remaining warriors of the Eighth and 184th Regiments; Chaos Beasts rode flying discs across the sky, raining profane magic; followers of Slaanesh shrieked with lewd, piercing laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the people of Cadia held their final bastion—a storm surged from the earth, roaring before the line, swallowing every demon that dared approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm slowed the advance of Chaos, granting the people of Cadia a fleeting moment of respite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cadia stands firm!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd roared, swinging his mangled arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had once shouldered laser rifles, forging a bulwark against the crimson abyss of the gods with mortal flesh, becoming humanity’s frontline against Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they still stood here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Proclaim to the Eye of Terror! They may take Cadia and the bodies of its people, but they cannot take our future!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cadia will not fall; our warriors still live—they will go to every front among the stars, to every place where the Master of Mankind needs them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There, Cadia will remain a bulwark before the enemies of humanity. Stars may fall, but Cadia will stand forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd’s blood flowed ceaselessly; he would soon die from blood loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even the last medics had picked up weapons and taken their place on the line, and Kryd no longer felt he needed healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another commander, General Drostron, who led the 184th Regiment, agreed with Lord Kryd:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And when the surviving Cadia-born die, Cadia will still not fall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Other warriors will pick up our laser rifles, stand firm behind the line, and become new bulwarks—they will inherit the name of Cadia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let the enemies of humanity fear! They have shattered our stars, but Cadia will become an undying wraith, looming before them forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd saw, in the distance, the last transport ship lurching painfully into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone except the Cadia-born of the Eighth and 184th Regiments had already retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cadia had become a graveyard, yet Lord Kryd could not help laughing—laughing at his final, small victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and General Drostron exchanged glances and smiled, leaning against the ruins of the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That girl you chose… Leina, right? Can she and those Asfordians carry the name of Cadia?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that before coming to Cadia, General Drostron’s 184th Regiment had suffered terrible losses on the planet Hades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had absorbed the native Asfordians and formed a new force—composed of both Asfordians and Cadia-born—arriving to reinforce Cadia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader of those Asfordians was Leina, a psyker girl—one of the few who did not go mad or die when the Eye of Terror opened; instead, her psychic power had grown significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had roared and summoned a storm behind the retreating convoy, becoming the final barrier for all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd estimated she had reached Alpha-level psyker status, perhaps even surpassed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She led the Asfordian Cadia 184th Regiment into retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They can. What matters is not bloodline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron’s wounded body trembled slightly as he pulled a finely carved flask from his pocket, took a swig of Amasek, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What matters is a soul like a bastion, fury against the enemies of humanity. Those Asfordians understand this—they can inherit the name of Cadia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over eight hundred million Cadia-born had perished; at most a few million had escaped the planet—pathetically few.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cadia’s bloodline would surely fade among the stars, but Lord Kryd sincerely hoped the name of Cadia would not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Drostron handed the flask to Lord Kryd; the lord took a sip, grimaced at the burn of alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The medics’ surgical alcohol tastes better than this crap. What kind of taste do you have?!” Lord Kryd hurled the flask back at Drostron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unappreciative fool,” General Drostron grumbled, taking another sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd suddenly heard the whistle of a rocket— one of the Eighth Regiment’s warriors fired a searing missile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shell exploded in the chest of a demon, tearing its proud torso into bloody ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the last rocket the Eighth Regiment had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the warriors of Cadia still raised their arms, shouting: “Cadia stands firm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cadia stands firm. Lord Kryd didn’t know if he shouted it aloud, but in his heart, he had screamed it ten thousand times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he saw a storm rise from the line—a low, cold, mechanical laugh emerged from within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd raised his rifle and fired wildly at the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the storm swallowed his hasty shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How magnificent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A perfect exhibit—worthy to be the crown jewel of my museum.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver figure appeared before the Cadia-born; it raised its arm, green light flickered, and a strange polyhedron pulsed in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This will not be your end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eternity awaits you—you shall become the monument of your own race.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Lord Kryd felt himself swallowed by darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it was not the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Kryd thought drowsily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Cadia stands firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cadia stands firm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before losing consciousness, Lord Kryd roared one final time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquor was so sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the flagship Revenant Soul, Ezekiel Abaddon raised his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cup was made from a skull—crafted by Fabius Bael, a crude replica of his father Horus’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ezekiel Abaddon drank deeply, watching Cadia’s fall beyond the viewport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand cracks marred Cadia; this once nearly impregnable bastion world was now insignificant along the crimson path of the Eye of Terror—it would either perish or be remade by Chaos into a perfect daemon world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some fools loyal to the False Emperor had escaped; Abaddon watched the fleeing remnants led by the Ark of the Imperial Fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made no move to pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One reason: the Ark, the massive flagship of the Imperial Fists, still possessed power enough to make Abaddon’s fleet hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the colossal vessel, Abaddon instinctively recalled Rogal Dorn’s crushing fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another reason: Abaddon did not care for these broken remnants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten-thousand-year war was over; the crimson path was laid. Now, could he follow it to Terra once more?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, almost unconsciously, Abaddon heard a roar and echo within the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a million minds thinking as one, the resonance and roar surged through the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cadia stands firm!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp echo flashed through Abaddon’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon waved his hand in disgust—he no longer cared about Cadia; the Cadia-born could no longer affect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion’s next target would be the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the galaxy burn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon thought with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then the sound of a hatch opening shattered his joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, displeased, toward the hatch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There entered Zalaphiston, the Thousand Sons sorcerer blessed by Tzeentch, who served Abaddon, bringing him reliable prophecies and divinations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord Abaddon, why do we not pursue?” Zalaphiston asked, his three eyes fixed on Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon’s brow twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disliked Zalaphiston’s tone—it bordered on defiance, far too bold for a man who usually fawned over Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let the fleet’s trash feast on them. The loyalists are but broken dogs—not worth chasing,” Abaddon growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, this would have ended it. But Zalaphiston’s lips curled into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet one vessel still carries a precious relic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon stared at Zalaphiston, scoffing: “The Ark holds nothing worth caring about. You want Rogal Dorn’s hand-bone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, my lord,” Zalaphiston bowed slightly, his third eye glowing with profane Warp energy. “I speak not of the Ark, but of the Mechanicus arkship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On it is a sacred relic—it can revive an ancient being nearly dead, a figure of legend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?” A thread of unease stirred in Abaddon’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zalafiston whispered, uttering the name he had seen surging through the warp’s tide,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the name Abaddon had nearly forgotten—the true Lord of Ultramar’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nearly impossible—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon was on the verge of unleashing his fury,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but before he could express it, Zalafiston’s smile vanished on its own,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the light of the warp flickered ceaselessly in his third eye; he seemed to have seen something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is another.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zalafiston spoke with vacant eyes, as if stunned by what he had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Abaddon demanded, suppressing his rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Horus,” Zalafiston said almost instinctively: “Horus is also returning—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn you!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon roared, crushing the goblet forged from his father’s replica skull,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Great Devourer lunged forward like a hurricane, his massive Hand of Horus seizing Zalafiston’s head in an instant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>before the Thousand Sons sorcerer could cry out, his skull shattered in Abaddon’s grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s long over! They are merely relics of history!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consumed by rage, Abaddon pounded Zalafiston’s corpse with fist after fist, roaring in fury:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The age of the Primarchs is long gone!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1658,"2026-06-19T20:02:15.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0aae8504ab3759a5f4be35c8a891445c25a078cbf6445d72405d0206daa59630","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-242","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-240",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",[],{}]