[{"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-517":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},2265340,4422,"Chapter 517: Suffering","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-517",517,"\u003Cp>“How much torment did you endure from your slave masters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the ancient gladiator, the illusion crafted by Khaen, spoke with a sorrowful voice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gazing at Angron’s twisted form as if a father looked upon his child ravaged by addiction,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was Angron’s foster father in Nusuria, the old gladiator Oinomaios,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had fought alongside Angron against many enemies; when their slave masters forced them to duel each other, both Angron and Oinomaios refused,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so the slave masters inflicted cruel punishment—they implanted the Butcher’s Nails into Angron’s skull, and in the extreme rage and agony of the brutal surgery, Angron accidentally killed Oinomaios,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this event marked the beginning of Angron’s rebellion, and also the start of his fall into madness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with the Soul Mirror provided by the Emperor and the Cat Suit provided by Zhou Yun, Khaen recreated Oinomaios’s image as an illusion before Angron’s eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this was Zhou Yun’s idea,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when he heard this idea, Sanguinius’s expression nearly cracked, Guilliman couldn’t stop shaking his head, but the Emperor thought it was indeed a good idea,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some might accuse Zhou Yun of having no moral bottom line, calling such exploitation of familial bonds cruel and vile—no different from summoning an enemy’s beloved through unholy reanimation and stuffing explosive seals into their undead bodies, utterly born of evil,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Zhou Yun would ask:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>didn’t Angron want to see Oinomaios again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>didn’t he want to see the father he had killed by accident?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun simply fulfilled Angron’s deepest longing—he let him see his foster father,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so Zhou Yun felt he was doing charity; Angron ought to thank him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh, in this dark and profound Fourth Millennium of Mankind, true kindness is always misunderstood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help sighing inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s reaction was even stronger than Khaen had anticipated,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the crimson beast nearly froze in place the instant he saw Oinomaios,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when Oinomaios’s voice reached Angron’s ears, Khaen once again saw in those now blood-yellow hollow eyes the same sorrow from ten thousand years ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suddenly, Khaen realized Angron’s soul—the original Angron—had always remained deep within this crimson body, tormented by rage and pain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this body, this life, was itself Angron’s prison,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the long torment of fate had left Angron unable to see any hope of victory; he had completely given up, cowering before his chains and cages, drowning in dark rage, unwilling to think or understand this world,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oinomaios’s appearance briefly awakened a sliver of Angron, stirring emotions beyond rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at Oinomaios with a dazed look, bewildered why he could not summon anger toward this frail mortal, why his arms refused to lift, why he could not swing his axe at him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fragmented memories flashed endlessly before his eyes, as if screaming, pleading, urging Angron not to repeat his old mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oinomaios slowly raised his hands toward Angron, speaking in a voice as dull as packed arena sand:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child, come here, let me see you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many years have passed? Ten thousand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve suffered so, so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If only I had stood beside you always, perhaps everything would have been different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron instinctively took a step toward Oinomaios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+No!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Blood God’s roar echoed in Angron’s ears, warning him of the trap,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Angron, as if deaf to the Blood God’s scream, took another fierce step forward, his massive body inching closer to Oinomaios. +No!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+No!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+No!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Blood God’s voice kept screaming in Angron’s ears, yet Angron acted as if he heard nothing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Blood God could of course intervene directly, using his power to control Angron,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but to the Blood God, that would violate the rules, break the agreement he’d made with Zhou Yun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after all, a warning is merely a blessing—but stepping in to manipulate him outright is pure cheating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron, driven by instinct, walked to Oinomaios’s side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his muscles looked frail and weak in Angron’s eyes, his stature dwarfed beside Angron’s, his strength utterly negligible,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet for some reason, Angron felt that those outstretched hands held an irresistible power,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oinomaios’s soul, reflected through the illusion, gently reached out and cupped Angron’s heavy face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tears welled in the old gladiator’s eyes as he tried to trace with his fingers the remnants of the face Angron once had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oinomaios was not forced into this plan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though Khaen deemed the plan profoundly cruel, Oinomaios had chosen to accept it himself, because\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My child, my warrior, my comrade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oinomaios whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still remember the words you spoke to me when we were trapped in chains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said if you ever betrayed your brothers and sisters, became a slave master’s dog, you’d beg me to cut off your head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve come, child. I’ve come to keep our promise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s brain, nearly destroyed by the Butcher’s Nails, could not comprehend what Oinomaios was saying,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could only involuntarily reach out, wanting to embrace this frail mortal, to hold this gladiator’s body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oinomaios offered no resistance, letting Angron pull him into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First came warmth—warmth that reminded Angron of sun-baked sand in the arena,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then heat—heat that reminded him of Nusuria’s scorching sun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suddenly he caught a fragment of memory:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sturdy old gladiator and a strong boy stood in the arena’s sand, gazing at the sun above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child, freedom is a priceless gift from heaven; all the wealth buried beneath earth, sea, and stars cannot match it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Freedom, like honor, is worth dying for; slavery without freedom is the bitterest fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But worse still is losing the will to seek freedom at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron let out a wail and a roar; the old gladiator in his arms slowly faded, leaving only a miniature sun hidden within him, burning fiercely, scourging Angron’s crimson flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",945,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f4f4a2fd893bfff3a0108e66e6049a2cba71fbba5f81a7449ec9e8ff07f82214","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-518","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-516",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]