[{"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-28":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},2264851,4422,"Chapter 28: Worm of the Underworld","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-28",28,"\u003Cp>Above the boundless industrial smog of the Hive, atop this city forged of steel and chaos,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>deep within the ancient spire-palace of the Viceroy, Augustus Flax slowly opened his eyes from a soft sofa draped in red velvet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bottle of Quartus golden red wine lay beside his hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the cork removed, the priceless crimson wine flowing from the bottle and soaking into the blood-red velvet sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax let out a wine-soaked burp, gazing dazedly at the ceiling hung with ornate crystal chandeliers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A night of drunkenness could not erase the pain of the nightmare,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that nightmare could not be erased,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax thought blankly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no amount of wine, music, or pleasure could dispel that nightmare,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no amount of schemes, calculations, or spies could uncover that nightmare,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no amount of armies, soldiers, or weapons could halt that nightmare,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that nightmare had haunted him since he was still a young seventeen-year-old, and clung to him ever since,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had built vast projects, raised private armies, even taken in illegal psykers who had fled from the Black Ships,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet as he aged, the shadow of that nightmare grew ever thicker,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it lurked in the smog-choked streets of the Lower Hive, extending four grotesque claws, waiting for Augustus to fall from the pinnacle of the Hive and into its monstrous maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, Augustus had scarcely cared about the Lower Hive—or rather, dared not care about it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had expended all his strength, focusing solely on securing his own safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flickering lights seemed to carry Augustus Flax back to his younger days again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And reminded him of that brother, Titus Flax, the Worm of the Underworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Titus, my brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Titus, the Worm of the Underworld.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax murmured to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was still a child, he was the sole son and only legal heir of the Flax family,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his family had ruled this planet through a long past, and he was destined to become its Viceroy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at that time, Augustus Flax was confident he could fulfill the Viceroy’s duties better than any of his predecessors—he was wise enough, diligent enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when his parents returned from a galactic trade meeting, everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax’s mother bore the family another child,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus Augustus, his younger brother, his blood kin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet born with four arms and claws, grotesque as a repulsive mutant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Augustus’s parents turned a blind eye, showering the deformed mutant with all their affection,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even declaring he would replace Augustus as the family’s new heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what Augustus could not endure was not jealousy—it was fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he vaguely sensed what kind of monster his blood kin truly was,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had seen his parents repeatedly lead guests to visit the newborn brother,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those guests never returned, and even palace guards and servants often vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents ignored the monster, instead personally training it to govern the entire planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus feared—he feared he would vanish like those guests, servants, and guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found a few trusted guards, won the support of the nobles with their aid, and launched a rebellion against his parents and that monstrous brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood flowed through the Viceroy’s palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his blade pierced the chests of his corrupted parents,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but his deformed brother, that monster, that beast, that worm, escaped,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it must have fled deep into the city, hiding in the shadows of the Lower Hive—or even the Underhive,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whispers of disappearances and strange occurrences frequently surfaced in the Lower Hive of Fedia,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax’s brother, the monster bearing the same blood as him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus Augustus, acquired a new name: “The Worm of the Underworld.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus curled his aged body like a frightened child upon the damp sofa,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whispering sobs, trembling with fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus would surely seek revenge—he was coming, soon, very soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a data-slate placed beside the sofa on the table suddenly lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his trembling, withered arm and picked up the data-slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a series of complex commands, keys, and inquiries, Augustus confirmed the person on the other side had not been corrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We didn’t find Ignis Kalkas’s notebook,” said the voice on the data-slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, in detail,” Augustus asked, his voice low and dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice on the data-slate relayed the details to Augustus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s lying to you! That Lower Hive scavenger is lying to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus said sharply, his voice brimming with uncontainable rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the voice alone, he knew the scavenger was lying,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had definitely found that notebook!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He found it—but he knows what’s inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bet he destroyed it or hid it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a burst of fury, Augustus lowered his head and spoke weakly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell him I’ll double the price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he won’t give it up, forget it. I never had much hope for that notebook to begin with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or rather, I’ve long had no hope for anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus leaned back on the sofa, eyes tightly shut,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like an old man waiting for death to arrive in the next moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he opened his eyes and looked at the data-slate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old friend, be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two of our people were just assassinated by Titus’s killers. You might be next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke dryly to the data-slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you the same?” replied the voice on the other side, mercilessly: “We’re all nearing it. The curse is always there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the Emperor taught us to face corruption with faith.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus gave a dry chuckle, ignoring the old friend’s disrespect toward the Viceroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The data-slate severed the connection; the lavish, spacious room fell silent once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus curled up again, hugging his knees, trembling with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lower Hive, new stronghold of the Arkite Sect,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>under their Master’s leadership, the Arkite Sect seized this district,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their Master now occupies the former gang’s stronghold, gradually extending control over nearby streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Arkite members, clad in linen robes and painted with tail-flame starships, came and went,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>busy and diligent, like a swarm of worker bees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, draped in a linen robe, wearing Larg’s face, stepped into the stronghold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",998,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2940902857d9d350e369cdd00c92a2ed6a655870a24bd42beaed7250f6e9d49e","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-29","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-27",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]