[{"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-491":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},2265314,4422,"Chapter 491: This Extreme Blue Doesn't Seem Right","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-491",491,"\u003Cp>\"I am Titus.\" The resolute voice rang from Titus's mouth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the inscribed characters upon this ruined wall seemed to possess an unyielding power, like unerodible stones in the wind and sand, like enduring courage, like a solid fortress wall, like a bright orange-yellow lighthouse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this low wall shielded Titus from the rolling yellow sands that would destroy existence, strip away spirit, leaving only rage and killing intent, and awakened Titus’s spirit, ravaged into a thousand holes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he remembered who he was,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was Demetrian Titus, a Space Marine, an Astartes, the Emperor’s Angel of Death, a member of the Dora A-Meng Chapter,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I shall keep my mind pure, my body strong, untouched by doubt’s corruption, unspoiled by self-aggrandizement; I shall become a bright star in the dome of war, an Angel of Death, with resolute wings slaying humanity’s enemies, for a thousand years and a thousand more, until the end of eternity and the demise of mortal flesh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus recited aloud the sacred passages, using holy scripture to protect his mind and solidify his resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked toward the three skulls fixed upon him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Leonos' doubted him, 'Slax' judged him, 'Kalgan' abandoned him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>these were not the true three, but reflections within his heart, lingering shadows left by a century spent imprisoned in the Inquisition,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those doubts, those questions, those self-obsessions coiled around Titus, repeatedly questioning his loyalty, judging his mind, slowing his steps in service to the Emperor, preventing his iron body from becoming a bulwark for humanity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if tainted by doubt, will you still fight for humanity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if judged a traitor, will you still fight for the Imperium?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if abandoned and forgotten by your chapter, will you still fight for the Emperor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage—should you not rage against these slanders?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>destroy it all with fury, avenge those who betrayed you with fire,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>say: Blood for the Blood God!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>say: Skulls for the Skull Throne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus’s only response was a cold refusal,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the Emperor’s finest warrior; I offer myself to humanity; my fury belongs solely to the Emperor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am iron will and iron flesh, untouched by doubt, plague, killing lust, or pride; nothing can corrupt me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the bulwark against fear, the defender of humanity, a Space Marine, an Astartes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I fear nothing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the three skulls staring at him shrieked shrilly, shattered into fragments, and vanished with a thunderous crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus raised his head fearlessly, gazing at the sky where the crimson sun hung suspended,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the shadow of the Blood God mirrored upon the heavens, eyes blazing with fury brighter than stars, fixed unblinkingly upon Titus,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Blood God was enraged by Titus’s refusal, yet swore he would ultimately corrupt Titus,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if eight centuries and eight centuries, eight millennia and eight millennia pass, Titus shall never leave this desert until he accepts the Blood God’s rage and becomes his vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Titus.\" Standing beneath the low wall, Titus declared unyieldingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s figure vanished angrily into the sky, yet Titus remained trapped upon the sands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was clearly determined to utterly imprison Titus. Titus gazed at the high wall, scarred with countless scratches,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one Primarch—Lorgar Dorn—had once fallen into the same predicament as Titus,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lorgar Dorn had carved upon this wall every escape plan he could conceive, one after another, every plan Titus could imagine or could not, all inscribed upon it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet Lorgar Dorn had rejected each one, none could escape these sands,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Lorgar Dorn ultimately left. Saint Dora A-Meng had spoken of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet even Saint Dora A-Meng could not explain how Dorn escaped this place,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the wall bore no inscription of the method Dorn used to depart, yet there must be a way—this place could be escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus slowly thought, pondering a way to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps there never was any way to escape. A voice suddenly rose from within Titus’s heart, as if seeking to awaken his deepest fears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I fear nothing.\" Titus declared firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps you will ultimately fall here, reduced to dust, wasting the body the Emperor gave you. The voice sounded again, abruptly, still carrying the chilling breath that stirred primal fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I fear nothing.\" Titus felt no fear or retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you could escape, perhaps all is already too late—you missed the most critical moment, bringing catastrophic consequences. The horrifying voice continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I fear nothing.\" Titus did not retreat before the voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice fell silent, seemingly satisfied with Titus’s response,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus suddenly felt a chilling, dreadful presence behind him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his spirit grew faint, the presence inducing a bone-deep shudder,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had felt this sensation only upon the Primarchs—Kiman and Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus whirled around, finding the desert dimmed, daylight obscured by shadow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a vortex of blue and gold unfolded before Titus, surging like waves, roaring like a flood, powerful and terrifying,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father?!\" Titus stared at the blue-and-gold swirl, like a painting spreading across the air, and instinctively cried out in joy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blue and gold were the signature colors of Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus nearly believed his gene-father had come to rescue him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the moment he spoke, he sensed something wrong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this... this blue in the blue-and-gold was not the Ultramarine blue—it was deeper, closer to midnight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the gold was different too—not brilliant, but dull, like twilight before dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the blue-and-gold vortex took form, ceased its flow, settled into the silhouette of a figure,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a cloak stitched from human skin rolled up shadows; midnight-blue and dark-gold power armor emitted a cold gleam; bats with crimson wings spread across the armor; the towering figure briefly blocked the sun, shielding him and Titus from the gaze above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling, pale, monstrous figure stood before Titus,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he lowered his pale head beneath a tangle of white hair, fixing Titus with pale eyes filled with madness and terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus prayed to his gene-father, Roboute Guilliman,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the one who answered was Konrad Curze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",989,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9b7d06013f26ee9f18a89a857deb0925e5e9e17b719ccb75b9ccd9d0106ab4a1","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-492","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-490",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",[],{}]