[{"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-504":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},2265327,4422,"Chapter 504: Laine: Russ Laughs When He Hits Me!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-504",504,"\u003Cp>Why do you always remain silent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Child of the Forest asked the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Child of the Forest, the King of the Woods, a wounded man who had forgotten his name, a hunter, someone’s son, the Guardian Duke of an empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He awoke in this fog-choked forest, on the decaying humus beneath dim tree shade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the forest, streams murmured over stones, polishing them white and smooth like prehistoric eggs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the forest, twisted beasts lurked and hunted, only to be hunted by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Birds often flew across the canopy; he instinctively dodged their gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wandered lost through the forest, unaware of who he was, where he came from, or where he was going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed his hunting instincts through the woods until he reached this lake’s edge and found the only other living being besides himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the vast, seemingly endless lake floated a tiny boat, so crude it was made of rotting wood, unpainted, as if it would collapse under the weight of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on the boat was an ancient man, his face withered, his once-brown skin like sweet dates now dull and lifeless, his sunken cheeks revealing the shape of his jawbone, making him look like a mummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This decay did not resemble natural aging; it seemed the result of endless violence, deceit, disease, and abuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair had once been as black as a long night, but now it was dry, filthy gray, and atop his head rested a ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though caked in grime, the Child of the Forest could faintly recognize it as a crown of pure gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man gripped a fishing rod with grotesque, swollen joints, hunched over, lowering the line into the water, fishing for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Child of the Forest knew the answer to this question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried to speak with the Fisher King, but the Fisher King remained silent; so the Child of the Forest ventured into the lake and saw more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the seemingly calm water lurked countless blasphemous shadows, swirling and hungry, seeking to tear apart the Fisher King—yet fearing him, locked in a stalemate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Fisher King was wounded; his body pierced through and through, blood pouring ceaselessly, staining the water around the boat red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the shadows could swallow him, he retreated from the lake, returning to dry land—yet still unsure of his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wandered the forest endlessly, often returning to the lake to try to communicate with the Fisher King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Fisher King remained silent, only staring down at the water with his head bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because you did not ask the right question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of the Forest faintly understood why the Fisher King remained silent, yet did not know why he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Fisher King was not entirely unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, his wounds had inexplicably healed somewhat; he carried more vitality than before, and occasionally scratched his own buttocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even took out round cakes from somewhere and ate them a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still remained silent, never answering the King of the Forest’s questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is the meaning of your silence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What question should I ask?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of the Forest asked again, his voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his two hundred and twenty-second question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, the Fisher King remained silent, head bowed, fishing, occasionally scratching his buttocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of the Forest sighed, feeling another futile attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, something flew toward him from the lake’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of the Forest instinctively tried to dodge—but for some reason did not. It was a glass petri dish, inside which some viscous fungus writhed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass dish shattered against his face; the viscous bacteria splattered across his skin and instantly burrowed into his flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet strangely, the King of the Forest felt no discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, his once-foggy awareness sharpened; memories surged from his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor, the Great Crusade, Luthor, the Horus Heresy, the Second Empire, the damned and dead Korsin, the immortal Fire Dragon, the damned but not-dead Guilliman, the one who should not have died, Saint Guilliman, the damned but better-not-die Russ, the unexpected betrayal, the shattered Caliban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the blade—the blade Luthor drove into his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The King of the Forest whispered to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am. I am Laine El. Draxon, the Emperor’s first son, the Primarch of the Dark Angels.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning Terra, burning Caliban, the Emperor upon the Golden Throne, the fallen Luthor—these sorrowful images surged from his memory, nearly drowning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head, gazing at the water’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the Fisher King’s boat stood another figure: a blue, faintly visible lynx, its fingerless round hand pointing in a direction—as if guiding Laine El. Draxon back to the world of clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dense forest slowly parted; a path emerged through the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue figure vanished after showing Laine the way, gone without trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Laine’s hunting instinct told him the path the blue figure showed was correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue… but not a trick of Chaos. Was this another of Guilliman’s schemes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laine did not know, nor did he dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Guilliman excelled at handling many tasks at once, Laine’s strength lay in finding the single most critical one among many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laine moved with agile strides, swift as flight, following his hunting instinct along the sudden path, weaving through the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes monstrous beasts of the forest tried to block him—but the lion tore them apart effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the mist before him thickened, he grew ever more Qingxing ; the forest ahead thinned gradually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So close… Laine could smell the scent of reality. He was near the place he belonged—just a step away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a fist shot from the mist and struck Laine’s face, making him grunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Traitor, you do not deserve to return.” A voice like winter wind echoed beside Laine’s ear; a figure stepped from the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure had golden hair like Laine’s once had, but braided and hanging over armor the color of a winter night, engraved with ancient, mysterious runes and patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore no helmet; his unmistakable face was exposed to Laine—a face with wolf-blue eyes and canine teeth bared between his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anger from the punch vanished in an instant; relief and elation surged—but also doubt. His hunting instinct smelled deception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Russ?” the lion asked tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up, traitor!!” the wolf roared, his hands like claws lashing toward Laine’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laine said nothing. The label of traitor stung and enraged him—especially coming from Russ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his body remembered old battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sidestepped, threw a rising punch into Russ’s chin; a muffled grunt escaped Russ’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the wolf’s mouth curled downward, revealing a cold, hateful expression as he swung his fist into Laine’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Laine couldn’t help laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many times—he had fought Russ, argued with Russ too many times. He knew Russ. Knew the wolf disguised as a savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re a liar!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laine’s lips curled into a smile; he no longer hesitated or held back:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a fake. You’re not Russ. Russ laughs when he hits me—you don’t!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1180,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","19d1535af7a584ead3b96e4c0201bf6910a215dd0e1e600f3e867356087f6a1e","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-505","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-503",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",[],{}]