[{"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-512":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},2265335,4422,"Chapter 512: The Blood God","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-512",512,"\u003Cp>The tide of blood rippled across the heavens, war erupted in the Highest Heaven and the mortal world, and also within the Blood God’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill, kill, kill—a crimson slaughter pierced the two ends of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman killed, Sanguinius killed, Saint Dora the Dream killed, millions of Astartes killed, and billions of mortals killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill, unyielding, kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy is dark, all things return to void; only slaughter can oppose the cold darkness of endings and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sole goal is battle and slaughter; the sole desire is blood flowing; all else is meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch seeks to escape the inevitable destruction through endless change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle prolongs decay to delay the finality of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh, despairing at death’s inevitability, sinks into honor and pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Blood God confronts the void brought by death with that single crimson slash of slaughter and joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God fears no death; he colors death, gives it meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when war and death erupt within his own thigh, leaving wounds that cannot heal, the Blood God still praises it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But of all the slaughters that have moved the Blood God in these days, none compare to Kain’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain, Kain, Kain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s Chosen, His most beloved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God loves Kain; he felt Kain’s former inner void, sensed his nothingness, and so Kain filled that void with madness, rage, and slaughter, resisting nothingness, annotating death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is the mortal most aligned with the Blood God’s path; thus, the Blood God granted him brief freedom to kill as he wills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God believes Kain can please him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain proved him right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God smiled as he watched Kain swing his axe and shatter Erebus’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment Erebus died, the anger of countless beings against Erebus, the fury over the Great Betrayal, swirling in the Warp for ten thousand years, found an outlet—roaring into Kain’s body, churning his bloodlust endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revenge, sacrifice, slaughter—all complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God felt Kain’s inner state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain filled his own void with blood; death meant nothing to him—he had triumphed over the void of ending and death with that single crimson slash of slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up to this point, death holds no regret; only blood flows, only crimson joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain is complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Blood God remains unsatisfied; he desires Kain’s slaughter to be endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rage, fire, killing intent—layered, intertwined—became chains binding Kain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“KAIN!!!” The Blood God called, his voice deafening, shaking nearly the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars emitted crimson light; killing intent spread between men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen Angels, World Eaters, and Dark Angels in battle all felt their souls tremble, their bodies overflowing with uncontrollable rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes turned red; they were instantly consumed by fury. Some Fallen Angels and Dark Angels barely held back; the World Eaters, save Korsakos, were all swallowed by rage, sinking into unstoppable carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korsakos trembled, terrified by what unfolded before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is happening?!” Korsakos asked, lips shaking—he knew the answer in his heart, yet feared it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has come.” Captain Sarin stood beside Korsakos, slightly lifting his head as if gazing at a nonexistent sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ezekiel, Chief Librarian of the Dark Angels, dribbled a trickle of blood from his lips, his body swaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes reflected the Warp’s scene: vast blood-lust drowned the Warp of this galaxy; above the veil of reality, the Blood God bowed his head and cast his gaze downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Blessed Lady, the distortion was even clearer: the Blood God’s domain, through Kain, pierced directly into the material universe, twisting space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the ship’s cabin merged with deserts of red sand and blood; the ceiling vanished, replaced by a heavy, gloomy crimson cloud pressing over all heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, within the clouds, a figure clad in grotesque armor sat upon the Brass Throne, blood continuously dripping from his thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blood God.” Lain gritted his teeth, staring at the monstrous figure in the sky, gripping his Sword of Loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But drowsiness surged in his mind—he should not have awakened now; Zhou Yun had forcibly roused him with bacteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bacteria could only rouse one from long slumber for one hour; now, drowsiness crept back, dragging Lain toward slumber again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain’s expression remained calm; he stood at the boundary of red sand and metallic deck, gazing upward at the Blood God he once served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“BLOOD GOD!!!” Kain roared, answering the Blood God’s call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God laughed wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighty-eight million battle cries erupted from all directions, their sound hammering directly into Kain’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+You have slain the head you desired!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+You have completed your revenge!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Kain! Kain! Kain!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+You are complete! You are whole!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+But you owe me one more head.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These voices echoed in Kain’s ears, becoming shackles that continually awakened his rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the price the Blood God demanded for granting Kain freedom to seek revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain had promised to sever the head of a Primarch for the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Blood God’s true aim from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once tried corrupting many Primarchs—Sanguinius, Dorn, Russ, Tzeentch Khan, even Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He failed. In the Great Betrayal, his only gain was Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Blood God began to wonder: if corruption failed, why not create his own Primarch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire needed to create a Primarch had burned out, but he could reuse the fire within other Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed only to forge a new body, kill a Primarch, and shove that Primarch’s fire into the vessel—and he would gain a new Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was exceedingly difficult: a vessel capable of holding a Primarch’s power was rare; stealing the Primarch’s fire was even harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Blood God found a way—a force powerful enough to capture a Primarch’s fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That force was rage: the boundless rage of mortals against the Great Betrayal, accumulated over ten thousand years, surging ceaselessly in the Warp’s sea, unweakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus was one of the chief architects of the Great Betrayal, the most hated man of the rebellion; much of this boundless rage pointed directly at Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebus was the concrete target of that rage. This was why the Blood God agreed to Kain’s request, allowing him to seek revenge and kill Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Kain’s hatred and rage toward Erebus were so full, so intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain’s rage was a representative of the mortals’ rage against the Great Betrayal; Kain could become the agent of that rage, killing Erebus to satisfy the fury festering in the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God could then forge that rage into a tool to seize a Primarch’s fire; Kain would be its vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, under the Blood God’s design, Kain’s killing of Erebus became a ritual: Erebus and Kain’s hatred for Erebus were the sacrifice, enabling Kain to absorb the rage to its fullest, perfecting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cultivated not only Kain, but also Loom—the demon of greedy dissolution clinging to Kain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God sought to mold it into a hybrid of the domains of mindless slaughter and greedy dissolution, to aid Kain in devouring the Primarch’s body and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, even so, Kain and Loom would die quickly—such forced fusion could never be stable; the Blood God never expected them to endure. But if he ascended them before they died, would that not suffice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he could use Kain as a handle to pull a Primarch’s fire into his domain, crafting a new Daemon Primarch fused with the mortals’ rage against the Great Betrayal, Kain, Loom, his own will, and the Primarch’s essence—a being of unparalleled power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the opportunity lay before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God sensed Lain El Jossen’s weakness, sensed the tremor and flaw in Lain’s soul after killing Lu Se, sensed Lain slowly sinking back into slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Blood God’s blessing, Kain had a chance to complete this challenge: kill Lain El Jossen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Kill him, Kain!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Sever his head.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Kill him! Kill him!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s voice echoed in Kain’s ears, urging him to swing his Blood-Child at Lain El Jossen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Kain—the boundless rage of mortals against the Great Betrayal also pointed at Lain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain faintly saw visions: the memories and rage of the nearest Fallen Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Dark Angel from Terra, seeing his gene-father for the first time from afar—on Caliban, Lain slaughtering his brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new recruit, raised on Caliban by Lain’s orders, donning power armor for the first time—to fight his own father—and slaughtered by Lain in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those planets destroyed by Lain, the innocent crushed by orbital bombardment, the warriors marginalized by him—all their rage converged and surged toward Kain, urging him to swing his axe at Lain, to challenge Lain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These rages, mingled with the Blood God’s own, flooded Kain’s mind, nearly drowning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Kill, my Chosen.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God whispered softly, as if already seeing his victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, Loom within Kain writhed his mangled body, igniting the Emperor’s psychic flame, burning away the rage and the Blood God’s will, leaving patches of emptiness—briefly shielding Kain’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s expression flickered with surprise; after a brief moment, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loom, Loom had deceived him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loom was no longer purely a demon of greedy dissolution; other things had been woven into him; his rage did not belong to mindless slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the demon of erosion and dissolution, the demon of the Dark King, the Emperor’s hidden pawn!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been the Emperor’s trap for the Blood God from the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could channel the Emperor’s power into Kain’s body!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“EMPEROR!!!!” The Blood God’s roar echoed through the entire Warp; boundless rage surged into tidal waves of blood; countless hearts across the galaxy spontaneously erupted in fury, driving them to madness and destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the Golden Throne, the corpse, now slightly regrown with flesh, curled its lips into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rage against the Great Betrayal had been human in origin—always a burden upon the Emperor, pressing him to destroy all, to complete the Great Vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with Erebus slain under the Blood God’s scheme, much of that rage and hatred had been vented; his condition improved instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not know whether the Blood God benefited from his plan, but the Emperor certainly gained immense advantage from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God is truly a loyal man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Emperor exclaimed involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God angrily realized his plan had reached the brink of failure,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor had done almost nothing—merely concealed the fact that Lum was a demon of the Realm of Erosion and Destruction—and effortlessly shattered the Blood God’s plan while reaping tremendous benefits,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while the Blood God might suffer enormous loss,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the worst outcome being that Lum’s transferred Emperor power would cleanse Khaen, stripping Khaen—the Chosen—from the Blood God’s grasp; of course, this was nearly impossible, for Khaen had been corrupted by the Blood God for ten thousand years, thoroughly steeped in blood, and even the Emperor could scarcely pull Khaen to his side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Lum burned with fierce Emperor flames, and at the very least he could guarantee Khaen’s utter annihilation, ensuring the Blood God would recover not even a speck of ash,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Blood God’s eyes bulged with rage as he slightly reached out and gripped the brass greatsword beside the Throne,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>such immense loss and humiliation filled him with an insatiable desire to vent his fury upon the material universe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the scar on his thigh still bound the Blood God, keeping him in an incomplete state; under these conditions, he could barely break through the Emperor’s seal to inflict real harm upon the material universe—unless he accepted the wound, accepted the fate of eternally sitting upon the brass throne, and recognized the wound and disability as inevitable outcomes of war, thereby restoring his wholeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s expression darkened, his anger coiling as he growled at Khaen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Khaen, is this your choice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do not despise betrayal! But I despise cowards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you prefer utter death over facing a challenge?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen responded to the Blood God’s question with icy silence, staring at him; after roughly eight seconds, Khaen spoke slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Blood God, my lord, I do not refuse the challenge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words ended, Khaen slowly raised the axe in his hand, pointing it at the Blood God’s head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I accept the challenge. I shall offer you the head of a Primarch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But not Lain El’jonsen’s, nor Guilliman’s or Sanguinius’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I challenge you, I challenge my father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall sever Angron’s head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blood Lord, will you accept my challenge?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Combined into one)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2079,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d175bded5513fff61291af97159ddd189393619bec5b6f98322b555c7f07c32f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-513","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-511",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]