[{"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-507":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},2265330,4422,"Chapter 507: My Brother, My Son, My Father","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-507",507,"\u003Cp>The Emperor’s Shield carved a golden arc and slammed hard against Lu Se’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se let out a cry of agony as the Emperor’s divine energy, hot as a star, exploded across his face, burning the four profane blessings within him and searing his soul with unbearable pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tumbled off the boulder, landing on the ground, his face twisted with agony, humiliation, and incomprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion slowly opened his eyes; the Emperor’s crafted eyes were so efficient that pupils unused to light for ten thousand years instantly adapted to their surroundings, and with ears, nose, and skin, all senses flooded into the Lion’s mind, allowing his brain to construct an impression of the environment in the faintest instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was inside a ship’s cabin, with two demons—Lu Se and Erebus—and also Bilar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-black demon was Bilar, stronger than in Bilean’s memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon resembling a human was fighting Lu Se, Erebus, and Bilar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was the enemy? Who was the ally? Or were they all enemies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had he awakened here? What mission now rested upon his shoulders?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, kill Erebus first!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant Lein’s thought arose, he had already rolled off the boulder, circled past Lu Se, charged toward Erebus, reached his front, and raised the power sword named Loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could sever Erebus’s head, a shadow writhed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Caliban Greatsword deftly blocked Lein’s Loyalty Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein felt a faint frustration—his body was weak, sluggish, his movements delayed by a fraction of a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Erebus cast some profane incantation?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein did not dwell on this; compared to Guilliman’s multitasking mind, he excelled at forging his thoughts into blades aimed at a single target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that even now, weak and sluggish, only one man could block his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man had found him, raised him, taught him his first swordsmanship and martial arts—but ultimately betrayed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lu Se,” Lein El’Azon’s voice brimmed with fury, his Lion’s eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lu Se before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se’s appearance broke his heart instinctively—his face was riddled with madness, his body bore marks of torture, and behind him, four twisted, ugly shadows flickered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lein, he is mine—do not kill him,” Lu Se pleaded, blocking Lein’s blade: “Only he can heal you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heal?” Lein growled, then noticed the wounds still on his body—the wounds Lu Se had inflicted, still not fully healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not me,” Lu Se’s face wavered: “I didn’t—I didn’t kill you. Give me a chance to atone—I beg you, Lein.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brother, my son, my… my father, I beg you—let me atone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fool! He is cursing me, making me weak!” Lein slammed his blade down hard against Lu Se.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… but deep within Lein, doubt lingered, hesitation remained—not because he believed Lu Se’s words, but because memories of their past still drifted in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein hated this hesitation, hated that he still felt affection for a traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Curse? Weakness?” Lu Se was stunned by Lein’s words, hesitated, then said: “Child, you are merely old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Loyalty Blade reflected Lein’s face—a wrinkled, aged visage, hair nearly white, only a few golden strands remaining, beard thick and tangled, softening the Lion’s once-fierce features like a blade sheathed in its scabbard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, Lein,” Lu Se offered what he thought was a gentle smile: “Look, I am still young—this is the power of the Warp. I know how to tame it. I can make you young again. We can fight side by side, like when we crushed the Wolf Knights…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Lu Se speaking to me?” Lein’s tone turned icy: “Or is it the nameless monsters dwelling within Lu Se?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Loyalty Blade shuddered—Lu Se’s arm went numb, the Caliban Greatsword veered off course. Lein swung his left hand, shield and fist together, smashing into Lu Se’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se’s form flickered, using the power Bilar granted him to slip into shadow, vanishing instantly, then reappearing at Lein’s right, the Caliban Greatsword slashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein swung the Loyalty Blade—sword met sword, neither gaining advantage, and both sensed hesitation and doubt in the other’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lein! Can’t we put aside our differences?!” Lu Se pleaded: “First, defeat our common enemy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se glanced at Huang Daxiong, locked in combat with Bilar: “That is the avatar of a newly born demon-god. It has corrupted two Primarchs—we must stop it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein could tell Lu Se was not lying—but he also sensed Lu Se was hiding something, and his mind was utterly unhinged—untrustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein lifted his gaze slightly toward the humanoid demon, his eyes filled with hesitation—then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Daxiong’s black eyes suddenly glowed gold. The demon Bilar screamed in terror, retreating several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the cabin filled with a silent, destructive odor; time’s threads slowed, all things turned gray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“False Emperor!” Erebus shrieked—he was the first to recognize what dwelled within Huang Daxiong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Emperor slowly turned his head toward Lein.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lein,” Huang Emperor spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father?!” Lein felt the Emperor’s presence, froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized his hesitation toward Lu Se had been seen by the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them,” Huang Emperor said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Lein’s voice turned icy, sharp, merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the gold vanished from Huang Daxiong’s eyes, colors returned, time’s threads resumed their normal flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only change was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh?!” Lu Se screamed, a deep gash across his neck—if he had reacted a fraction slower, his head would have been severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein’s blade held no hesitation, no doubt—only cold killing intent. “Lein? Why?!” Lu Se cried out—more pained by Lein’s resolve than by death or pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Emperor watches! My Father watches!” Lein’s voice was cold as the deepest stream of Caliban, piercing straight into Lu Se’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is not your father!” Lu Se wailed: “I am! Lein, I am your father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He, the Dark Lord, sees you only as a tool—he will destroy you, destroy me, destroy Caliban.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am the Emperor’s blade, the Emperor’s tool. As for Caliban… traitor, you destroyed Caliban.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did not!!” Lu Se shrieked in denial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein’s blade struck without mercy, slicing through Lu Se’s power armor, drawing blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Lein was aged, even though his wounds were not yet healed, even though he had just awakened from slumber—he was still a Primarch, one of the strongest among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se hesitated, wavered, could not bring himself to strike—utterly unable to withstand Lein’s razor-edged blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lu Se, stop hesitating! The Lion’s soul is controlled, manipulated by the False Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only by defeating him, killing him, and letting Doraemon ascend to godhood to revive him can Lein’s soul be freed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus’s hypnotic voice echoed, and the four profane shadows within Lu Se writhed, whispering into his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se’s eyes flickered—then madness drowned them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Yes! It’s all the False Emperor’s fault!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The False Emperor stole my Lein! The False Emperor destroyed Caliban! It’s all his fault!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve fallen too far, Lu Se!!!” Lein swung his sword with one hand—Lu Se desperately raised the Caliban Greatsword to block, while Lein’s left fist, shield still gripped, smashed into Lu Se’s abdomen, caving in his armor instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se spat blood—then his madness solidified, streams of psychic lightning erupted from his eyes, lashing toward Lein’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein dodged, raised his shield, blocked the lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let go of the Emperor, Lein,” Lu Se’s voice was mad, his blade now ruthless, slashing into a hundred thousand cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lein raised his shield like a storm, blocking every strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se chattered incessantly: “Let us build an empire of our own—you as Emperor, I as Warmaster—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor’s Shield slammed into Lu Se’s face, the dull boom deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I am Guilliman?!” Lein roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se spat blood, dazed and reeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus did not care—he knew neither Bilar nor Lu Se could hold out much longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seized this chance to open the door, to beat this damned game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Erebus could react, the light portal leading to the previous cabin writhed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karn emerged, drenched in blood, his body grotesquely distorted, standing six or seven meters tall, his wings casting bloody shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Erebus could even feel fear, Karn surged forward with a chilling wind of blood, his Blood Son swinging down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1369,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b0b0ca8ef7f9c3c4c4d3d8283a91929f8c3d166800770b55de6d3f202f419aa4","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-508","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-506",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]