[{"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-519":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},2265342,4422,"Chapter 519: Peach Boy Rice Ball","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-519",519,"\u003Cp>Anglon’s twin axes crossed as they slashed at Khaen, the chainsaws tearing through Khaen’s flesh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but in an instant, Khaen’s form shifted, as if fate itself had veered at its most twisted corner,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raum had not eaten all those Chaos Daemons and Erebus for nothing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the power of his Greed-Dissolving Domain, he had learned Erebus’s technique of using Chaos Daemons to bear his own fate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but he could not die in Erebus’s stead—only take wounds in his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the one grievously wounded by Anglon’s twin axes became Raum, his body twisted and broken,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raum regarded Anglon with a mocking gaze—or rather, regarded the Blood God behind Anglon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was unlike Khaen; from the very beginning, he had known that Anger.Tai’s death bore the Blood God’s hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this was why he willingly accepted the Dark King’s power and went into hiding within the Blood God’s grasp,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finally, fate granted Raum fortune,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had not only avenged Erebus but now had the chance to strike back at the Blood God himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>having consumed countless Wrestling Eagle-Men and Chaos Daemons, Raum had acquired some traits of Chaos Daemons, allowing him to serve as a vessel for fate like a Chaos Lord,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he bore the fate of Khaen being struck by Anglon’s axes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Spinebreaker and Blood Axe plunged into Raum’s twisted, mangled flesh, yet his mocking smile never wavered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he feared no death—not even the utter annihilation that other demons dreaded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Ritual Dagger was among the few things, besides the Emperor’s psychic power, capable of killing a daemon utterly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the same Ritual Dagger that had killed Anger.Tai had nearly erased Raum’s existence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only the psychic surge and vengeful obsession born from Anger.Tai’s death had sustained Raum’s being,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he feared no death—he had died the very day Anger.Tai died,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but in the final moment as Khaen let Raum take the wound, he had desperately avoided vital points; though the blow caused Raum excruciating pain, it did not kill him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen’s form materialized beside Anglon, now severed from Raum, reverted to a more human-like stature and appearance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he swung Blood Son, slashing at the wound left on Anglon’s neck by KolaGa,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Anglon’s lightning-fast reflexes spun him around, his Blood Father lunging straight for Khaen’s forehead,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>father and child were so close,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen smelled the scent of red sand—the scent of Anglon, the scent of Nusaria,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this scent stirred Khaen’s nerves, flooding his mind with fragmented, broken memories,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in those fragments, he seemed to have trained with Anglon, seemed to have been taught by him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet this was impossible—how could Anglon ever have trained his own offspring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anglon had never once taught the World Eaters how to fight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just as the Emperor had never taught Anglon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thus Anglon’s entire martial art originated from the arenas of Nusaria—the art of the gladiator,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the arena was a blood performance, its spectators craving extreme sensory stimulation, more blood, more wounds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gladiators took pride in their scars, seeking victory through danger, often neglecting defense, favoring wounds exchanged for wounds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this thought suddenly surfaced in Khaen’s mind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had seen this axe-strike before,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his father had once taught him how to counter it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>kill to kill, blood for blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KolaGa must have discovered this, which was why he left that wound on Anglon’s neck,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen suddenly smiled, and without hesitation, he lunged toward the incoming Blood Father,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Son grazed the edge of Blood Father, sparks flying,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ten thousand years had passed since Blood Son and Blood Father had come so close,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen laughed wildly, letting Blood Father cleave into his flesh, slicing through his body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet through this, he breached Anglon’s guard, driving Blood Son into the wound KolaGa had left long ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Son sank into that wound, severing flesh, warm blood flowing down—ten thousand years prior, that same wound had helped Khaen carve into Anglon’s neck,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Lord of Red Sand instinctively opened his massive maw, roaring in agony,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen, severed at the waist, whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glutinous rice ball hidden in his palm shot from his fingertip, into Anglon’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Khaen’s broken body tumbled from midair, slicing through the blood-scented air, crashing heavily onto the sand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sand sprayed, yellow smoke spread,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blood poured endlessly from his body, staining the sand, warming the sand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen lay there, gazing up at the endless, churning crimson clouds, feeling the sand cradle his body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that strange warmth felt like his father’s embrace—the warmth he had never known in his life,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>someone had once wished that Khaen might step upon a warm patch of red sand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now, that wish had come true,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he realized at last—the warm red sand was stained and warmed by blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he suddenly understood, a faint smile tugging at his lips,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he knew that the moment the glutinous rice ball entered Anglon’s mouth, his victory was assured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khaen rarely trusted a person or a thing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but he trusted the power of the Saint Doraemon artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Peach Boy Rice Ball]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Production Date: 261.m3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: Appears as a glutinous rice ball; when consumed by any person or animal other than the feeder, the consumer becomes docile and tamed, obeying all commands of the feeder for thirty minutes.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anglon, plummeting from the sky into the sand, clutched his head tightly—the rice ball dissolved instantly upon entry, transforming into a warm current that surged into his brain and all his nerves,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Nail of the Butcher hummed and roared, sensing its dominion shaken, pouring boundless rage and pain into Anglon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but this rage and pain could not resist the warmth brought by the rice ball,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even a product of the Dark Age of Technology could not erase the effect of a 22nd-century secret item,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the warmth spread through Anglon’s mind, a calm, gentle feeling radiating outward, replacing rage, pain, and sorrow with stillness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anglon’s eyes cleared instantly, his lost abilities returning as his rage faded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>emotions from all around surged toward him—he felt Khaen’s emotions, and instinctively let out a soft moan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Khaen… my child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant Anglon whispered, the Blood God upon the Brass Throne widened his eyes in shock,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his connection to Anglon had been severed without cause,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anglon was no longer his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“LIAR!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1049,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b7e32bb6cff1333c3eea4aeba9bccdafbc6161e775aa5d27df1b946d9a52cb53","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-520","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-518",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]