[{"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-30":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},2264853,4422,"Chapter 30: Feels Weaker Than the Archangel","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-30",30,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun didn’t hesitate—he pulled back the linen robe and yanked the stopper from the flask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay where you are!!!” The Ark Sect’s leader suddenly raised his voice, his powerful psychic energy striking Zhou Yun’s mind directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psychics can project their formidable mental power through sound, releasing hypnotic tones that manipulate thought and body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a common method of psychic use, and clearly the Ark Sect’s leader was deeply versed in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hypnotic, authoritative voice echoed in Zhou Yun’s mind, briefly paralyzing his body under its influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before that, he had already pulled the stopper from his Pocket Tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gray-black tornado roared out of the flask, swelling instantly to fill the entire corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hurricane, sharp as blades and heavy as hammers, made the Ark Sect’s leader stagger, his focus scattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun seized this moment, regaining control of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his Pocket Tornado and unleashed an even fiercer vortex within the narrow corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hurricane strong enough to overturn a small house raged through the corridor barely wide enough for two or three people to walk side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything before Zhou Yun was swallowed by gray-black wind; the Ark Sect’s leader vanished into the storm, which slammed against his face with brutal force, making his eyes sting shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Windows beside the corridor shattered under the pressure, and chunks of plaster fell from the trembling walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun quickly pulled the Psychic Cap from his fourth-dimensional pocket and placed it on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused his mind—and his figure vanished from the corridor in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Yun stood in the small courtyard outside the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Sect members in the courtyard were startled by his sudden appearance and drew weapons from beneath their robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun’s gaze swept over them, and the mechanical hand atop his head swept with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Sect members collapsed as if struck by invisible giant fists, falling to the ground unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked up toward the second-floor corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black hurricane he had unleashed from his Pocket Tornado filled the entire corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the wind pressed inward, the entire building shook uncontrollably, windows cracking one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the second-floor corridor wall could no longer contain the hurricane—it was torn apart, shards of low-grade pulpwood, cheap steel-ceramic, and brick flying wildly in the gale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoo!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gasp rose from within the second-floor hurricane, thick with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You skin-clad assassin—are you a servant of the Star Demons?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear, youthful voice, burning with rage, pierced through the tornado—likely around twenty years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tornado began to sway and tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hurricane, powerful enough to topple a small house, became like a lump of gray-black clay, grasped and twisted by invisible hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, it was hurled straight at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun remained expressionless, revealing the flask beneath his robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raging hurricane instantly dissolved into gentle breezes, drawn back into his Pocket Tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked toward the second-floor corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outer wall there had been completely torn open, revealing a hole the size of a small car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Sect’s leader stood within the hole, looking down at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hurricane had torn away her hood, revealing her true face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the face of a woman in her twenties, with features between East Pacific and Europid, her eyes dark with faint blue undertones, as if symbolizing her psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had long, smooth black hair falling to her waist; beneath the strands, her left cheek bore a tattoo written in Low Gothic letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too far away to read the script, Zhou Yun couldn’t determine whether this woman was a traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaders of Gene Thieves Sects are often the most human-looking members of their cults—only at extremely close range could Zhou Yun judge by appearance alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Ark Sect’s leader clearly had no intention of giving Zhou Yun time to observe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pupils contracted sharply, the blue portion expanding; the air around her turned icy, frost forming on walls, floor, and even midair in ways that defied physics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay where you are!” The Ark Sect’s leader raised her voice again, her authoritative, hypnotic tone flooding Zhou Yun’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, frost across the ground spread like thorny brambles toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, prepared, clamped his teeth and forced himself past the dizziness, overcoming the hypnotic voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun focused his attention on the space behind the Ark Sect’s leader—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure vanished again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Sect’s leader froze, clearly unprepared that Zhou Yun had broken her hypnotic voice on the first try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without immense willpower, prolonged training, or psychic resistance, no one could so easily resist her honed hypnotic tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could fathom how Zhou Yun had broken her voice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a thud echoed behind her—her back struck as if hit by an air hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lost her balance and tumbled from the hole in the second-floor wall, falling toward the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gritted her teeth, suppressing dizziness, channeling psychic energy to slow her descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After landing steadily, she snapped her head up at Zhou Yun and commanded with all her will: “Get down here!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, Zhou Yun merely shook his head—as if unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Sect’s leader stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you?! How did you resist my hypnotic voice?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of psychic resistance is this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sensed this man had undergone no psychic resistance training and possessed no psychic power himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had resisted her hypnotic voice purely through raw willpower and innate psychic resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this possible?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless an immensely powerful psychic had spent endless hours projecting their will into his mind, forging his psyche through constant psychic and foreign-will hammering,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a non-psychic’s resistance could never withstand her hypnotic voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure within his Bai Guang—suddenly understanding the origin of his psychic resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his transmigration, this self-proclaimed St. Gilles, an entity from the Warp, had frequently projected his will into Zhou Yun’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This act was no different from hypnotic voice projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once accustomed to it, the Ark Sect’s leader’s feeble psychic assault meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a single drop of water merging into the boundless psychic ocean of the winged figure in Bai Guang—it could not affect Zhou Yun, immersed within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feels weaker than the Archangel’s psychic power,” Zhou Yun said seriously, staring at the Ark Sect’s leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1070,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0c8700d806982a8b023bd5a860cffdb6945fa06ff6a9a24487bfec523932c58f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-31","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-29",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]