[{"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-40":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},2264863,4422,"Chapter 40: Viceroy","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-40",40,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stepped out of the inn on Ninth Street, Residential District Eighteen, Zone Nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday, he and Leina had silently trailed the old woman named Nama Kar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun even changed his face several times, pretending to brush past her as he walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This allowed him to observe Nama Kar at closer range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mathematician and actuary had dark-yellow skin, slightly sunken eye sockets—typical features of the Terra subcontinent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes held no madness, nor the cloudiness common in the elderly; instead, they radiated an unusual vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if countless numbers spiraled and rotated within her pupils, converging into their very core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond this, Zhou Yun detected no other anomalies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She showed no psychic signature, spoke clearly and rationally, and committed no blasphemous acts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She merely lowered her head occasionally, rapidly scribbling calculations in her notebook, as if solving something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun cautiously glanced at its contents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was indeed dense with mathematical formulas, function graphs, and derivations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, in his past life, had held a university degree—he could barely understand a fraction of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he found nothing amiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Leina, she was even worse off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had only learned basic mathematics as a child from Nama Kar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could manage accounts for the Undercity gangs, but faced with real math, she was utterly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sequence “387,420,489” she still couldn’t remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun always felt this sequence was suspicious, but he could never pinpoint why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them found any sign of Nama Kar’s corruption, so they had no choice but to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood on the street outside the inn, glancing at a small church nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Leina, this church had been built by Zone Nine residents pooling their own funds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It housed statues of the Emperor and Saint Guilliman, and a vial of crimson sand from Bar, regarded as a holy relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had insisted on staying at this inn, despite its distance from Nama Kar’s residence, precisely because of this church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If true Chaos corruption existed, this small church in Zone Nine might resist some of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And further, Zhou Yun had arranged to meet the Viceroy in this church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun entered the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No electric lights illuminated the interior; only candles blazed fiercely beneath two towering stone statues, casting a hazy orange glow over the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One statue depicted the Emperor, holding a blade wreathed in flame, gazing into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other showed an angel, thrusting a power spear into a serpent coiled upon the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blessed speakers played sacred prayers; incense anointed with holy oil diffused a faint fragrance throughout the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people sat on chairs, heads bowed in prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A priest of the Ecclesiarchy bowed his head devoutly and whispered to Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son of man, do you confess your sins to the Emperor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son of man, do you beg for Saint Guilliman’s mercy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I wanted Saint Guilliman’s mercy, why not ask the winged figure in the white light at my corner?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was his imagination or not, Zhou Yun felt he had grown brighter since entering the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m here for the Viceroy.” Zhou Yun ignored the priest’s preaching and cut straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest gave a slight nod, gesturing for Zhou Yun to go upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son of man, all earthly authority, however vast, is but a fragment of the Emperor’s radiance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest said to Zhou Yun as he ascended:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son of man, no glitter of wealth compares to the brightness of an angel’s feather.” “I strongly agree,” Zhou Yun nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost blinding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light at his corner—it had grown even brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the church allowed him to press more firmly into the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zhou Yun’s sincere agreement, the priest’s gaze toward him softened considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed out the room where the Viceroy waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded in thanks, pushed open the small door of a confession booth upstairs, and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaunt, weary old man with dark circles under his eyes sat in one corner, flipping through the Holy Scriptures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viceroy Asford, current head of the Flax family, Augustus Flax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Viceroy had truly come face-to-face with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax was an extremely cautious man—he rarely exposed himself to danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun sat across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re still a devout believer of the Empire,” Zhou Yun said, a hint of mockery in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax closed the book in his hands and placed it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faith in the Emperor brings me peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax brushed off Zhou Yun’s mockery with casual ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Zhou Yun, every muscle on his face moving with precise artifice to assume an assessing yet courteous posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training, Zhou Yun sensed traces of rigorous discipline on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must have been years of relentless conditioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empire’s nobility enjoyed privileges, but they were not mere idle parasites; their lives were far from easy or pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, they were mostly exhausted and overworked—many nobles, even Viceroys, died of exhaustion at their posts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor’s privileges came with corresponding responsibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobles underwent brutal training from birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every moment of their days, every gesture, every expression, was rigidly planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spent each day learning knowledge needed to govern planets, piety and combat, etiquette and social conduct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not even permitted to show fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cycle repeated endlessly until they were forged into beings capable of bearing the Emperor’s privileges and duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viceroys especially—managing an entire massive planet with nothing but a human brain was a task nearly beyond human physiological limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Augustus Flax before him was a bastard—he had abandoned all governance of the Undercity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t make him a waste—he still bore the marks of his former training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You and that illegal psyker—what are you doing in the Upper City?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax fixed Zhou Yun with his gaze:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you following Nama Kar, the actuary, for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun was not surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While trailing Nama Kar, he had noticed someone else tailing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obviously, the Viceroy’s spies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect she’s a heretic, corrupted by Chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun narrowed his eyes, smiling slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you be willing to lend me a squad of PDF? I’ll remove this problem for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m stuck on writing—next chapter might be delayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1068,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a81a80def8e11f37e114ee8154c9cfcd2df1ef253e43de3ef8f92c785945b4ca","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-41","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-39",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]