[{"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-4":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},2264827,4422,"Chapter 4: Chicken Heretic: Warm Nature, Pungent Taste, Unblocks Meridians and Relieves Pain","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>When the shadow of the Great Devourer blankets all of Axi, it will be too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure calling itself Saint Gileas flickered in and out of Zhou Yun’s vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, as he had said, Zhou Yun had indeed encountered danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chaos always delights in luring men to ruin with kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The love of a lover, the wisdom of a sage, the bond of brothers, the care of a father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kindness is sometimes a disguise, sometimes sincere—but whether false or true, the gifts of the Warp always come at a price, and always drag you deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Horus, seeking to save their Warlord, placed him within Dai Wen’s Serpent Cult temple, where he was corrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magnus pursued Warp power too fervently, and a single psychic cannon shattered the Emperor’s Webway dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim obsessed over the power of the Spear of Telesto, and was ultimately possessed by the demon dwelling within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Primarchs, with their superhuman intellects, were deceived by it; Zhou Yun knew he lacked the wisdom to discern it, and the courage to gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a small knife from his fourth-dimensional pocket and approached the few Chicken Heretics who had been knocked unconscious by the air gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade slit their throats, sending these lightly corrupted gene-thieves to meet the Great Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the bodies sprawled on the ground, Zhou Yun felt a headache coming on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these corpses were left where they lay, other gene-thieves might find traces and track him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only there were a way to destroy the bodies without leaving any trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blinked, and an idea popped into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched down, grabbed one of the corpses, and shoved it into the fourth-dimensional pocket in his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Hybrid New Follower Corpse]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: Mingfuzhidunxingxi - Asifudexing - Fudiyacheng ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evaluation: Corpse of a gene-thief with minimal mutation; nature warm, taste pungent and slightly salty; effects: unblocks meridians, relieves pain, dispels toxins and resolves nodules, causes gene contamination; not for consumption.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Production Time: 978.M41]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Intact, excellent condition]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Value: 10,000 credits]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Effects: unblocks meridians, relieves pain, dispels toxins and resolves nodules, causes gene contamination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun was about to complain about the fourth-dimensional pocket’s evaluation when his eyes were drawn to the ten-thousand-credit payout below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was worth more than an entire broken phaeton extraction transit unit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately began his diligent work, stuffing the remaining corpses into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight Chicken Heretic corpses had now earned him over a hundred thousand credits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader, crushed into a bug-patty with heavy mutation, alone yielded over twenty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun felt a pang of regret—if only it hadn’t been flattened, if its condition hadn’t been ruined, the payout would have been higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adding this to his previous junk-hunting earnings, Zhou Yun now had nearly two hundred thousand credits in his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked himself: he was not a greedy man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the more money he accumulated, the closer he drew to the teleport gate, the greater his chance of escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could hunt more gene-thieves…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun quickly shook his head, crushing the dangerous thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were gene-thieves. Chicken Heretics. Not a group of chickens in suspenders who could sing and dance rap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were merely a few hybrid new followers with minimal mutation—the weakest and most human-like among Chicken Heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he encountered more hybrid new followers, or deeper-mutated hybrid believers, or even the top predators of the Chicken Heretic cult…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would likely meet the Great Devourer before the Tyranid fleet even arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Zhou Yun reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Air Gun Liquid]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Production Time: 241.M3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: Liquid. Drip onto fingertip, then point at target and shout “Boom!” to fire a shockwave—sufficient to knock out an ordinary human. One fingertip can fire only one shot.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evaluation: No gun? Then you can’t shoot people! How inconvenient is a gun supposed to be!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This item’s power paled next to a shock gun or an air cannon; it could only stun ordinary humans. To subdue a hybrid new follower—a flesh-mutated monster—required multiple shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But its advantages were low cost and high concealment; Zhou Yun would never encounter an Astartes, a creature nearly mythical within the hive cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reapplied the air gun liquid to his fingertip and fired shockwaves in slow, sweeping arcs around him, erasing every trace of his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he fled the ruined district at top speed, avoiding pursuit by the gene-thief cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes after Zhou Yun left,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hooded figure, its face bristling with mechanical implants, slipped silently toward the site of the recent battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Sanctioner, an assassin born of the gene-thief cult to eliminate any threat to the Zuqun ’s safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It possessed night vision beyond mortal limits, multi-jointed limbs capable of crawling through shadows, and malleable muscles able to squeeze through the narrowest crevices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes were the eyes of the Patriarch; its bio-blade, the Patriarch’s claws. It had come to investigate this place to answer the Patriarch’s questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ground here seemed scoured by a gale—no trace remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gripped its bio-blade warily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If no physical traces remained, then it would search for lingering psychic residues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the world invisible to the naked eye, it saw a single white feather, gently drifting through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feather was magnificent, forged as if from white gold, yet softer than any goose down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feather was pure, utterly alien to this filthy world; it was noble, as if blessed by the holiest grace of the cosmos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled a fragrance—emanating from the feather—like centuries of prayers and incense soaked into a cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, it could no longer hear. It could not hear the Patriarch’s voice. It could not hear the voice of the Four-Armed God-Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began to weep. In its daze, it understood the grotesque form it had become, the path of error it had walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It begged for forgiveness. It begged for redemption. And then, He sent down this fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark recesses of the ruined district,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal shadow, six meters tall, crouched in the gloom—a personification of all corruption and blasphemy, half-god, half-demon—watched this scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It watched as the Sanctioner, its eyes and its tracker of psychic traces, froze in place, its connection severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, searing golden flames erupted from the Sanctioner’s corrupted, mutated skull—pouring from its eyes, mouth, ears—blazing fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until it was reduced to a pile of faintly golden-sparking ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colossal shadow let out a low, fearful roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the roar of the Patriarch echoed in the minds of every gene-thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Find him! Kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gua, guys, please support me with all kinds of things!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1137,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","682d8e6cdee683549e48da7cd2df50367caf3a62feba7ba9f6a5296f55498515","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-5","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-3",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]