[{"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-520":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},2265343,4422,"Chapter 520: Not Knowing, Not Knowing","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-520",520,"\u003Cp>\"FRAUDS!!!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s roar echoed throughout the Warp, igniting the tides of the Empyrean with boundless fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless Khorne demons and countless mortal followers of Khorne simultaneously screamed in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes turned bloodshot, surging with endless murderous intent, slaughtering everything around them—even their own comrades and brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire universe seemed to grow searing hot at this moment; the light of stars took on a crimson hue, the air filled with choking grit, the earth turned scorching as if molten lava flowed beneath, and even human blood stirred with restless agitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Empyrean, Slaanesh and Nurgle, who had been ravaging Tzeentch’s domain, both paused in slight surprise, turning their gazes toward the roaring Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had not seen Khorne this enraged in many years, nor could they fathom what had triggered such a reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Nurgle’s Garden, Mortarion placed three twenty-sided dice into the shell of a snail, then shook it in his hand, muttering under his breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The truth of numerology lies deep—I shall reveal it to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you speak of fate, the sacred numbers lay it bare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seven comes first, nine follows—step into stagnation, embrace transformation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eight comes last, six leads—year after year of war, eternal delight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OPEN!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three dice tumbled from the snail shell; Mortarion glanced at them, then turned and placed the shell on the nearby furnace fire, roasting it until cracks formed on its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion counted the cracks on the shell, then combined them with the numbers on the dice, calculating with his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Khorne has lost Angron!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne did not understand how Kain and Zhou Yun had done it—he only felt deceived, misled, tricked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt his trust and respect defiled, felt that what should have been a battle of courage, slaughter, and blood had become a complete farce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not accept it!! He would NEVER accept it!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne let out a series of battle roars—he would punish these frauds with Khorne’s wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeeech——————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing shriek suddenly rang out, sharp and shrill as countless blades drawn at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive brass sword leaning beside Khorne’s throne seemed to sense its master’s fury—it roared, screamed, raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the brass sword was even drawn, reality itself had already been split and torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire star system where the Blessed Lady resided was ripped open, a jagged fissure stretching across the heavens above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A giant sat upon a brass throne, clad in grotesque black armor, drenched in blood, one thigh twisted and mangled, gazing down upon the entire star system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the instant he appeared, every Astartes and mortal within the star system felt their lungs burn as if wildfire raged within them, ready to burst forth at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, one fallen angel who saw Khorne’s form felt fear—he trembled and retreated backward, but before he could take even a few steps, fire ignited within his body, consuming him entirely in roaring flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first death, more Astartes and mortals were swallowed by Khorne’s wrath—any coward would bear Khorne’s boundless fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pray to the Emperor! Do not fear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor is with us! Leman is with us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are the Dark Angels, the Primarchs among Astartes—we fear no darkness in the galaxy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ezekiel’s psychic energy flowed through the drifting smoke, spreading to every Dark Angel, shielding each Astartes’ mind. On the Lord of Light, Reina, who had been steadily accumulating psychic energy deep within the ship’s hold, slowly opened her eyes; around her was engraved an entire complex psychic array—the work of Morpheus and the Astropathic Choir’s Chief, Kellaprin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sole purpose of this array was to expand Reina’s psychic power, allowing her energy to resonate with every warrior of the Saint Dora-Mon Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all Astartes and mortals of the Dora-Mon Chapter felt their minds become crystal-clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew no fear, no dread, no confusion—they, like Reina, knew not. Not knowing. Not knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Conqueror, Captain Sarin used a servitor to punch Kosolax unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, Khorne’s appearance should have only awakened the Butcher’s Nails among the World Eaters, filling their hearts with rage and leaving no room for cowardice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kosolax was different—he had once faced Angron at close range, still managed to flee despite the Butcher’s Nails, and retained considerable sanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the moment Khorne’s form appeared, Captain Sarin swiftly knocked Kosolax out, fearing he might betray cowardice under Khorne’s influence and be reduced to ash by the Blood God’s fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne’s gaze did not linger on these Astartes and mortals—he fixed it upon the Blessed Lady, upon Angron, Kain, and Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FRAUDS!!! Shameless frauds!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will NOT accept it!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-soaked roar erupted; Khorne raised his brass sword, its blade piercing the dome of the Warp. Violent tremors shook both the galaxy and the Warp simultaneously; the towering towers of skulls behind Khorne collapsed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skulls offered to Khorne burned—children, elders, youths, adults, men, women, mortals, Astartes, demons, dwarfs, Eldar, Necrons, Orks—countless races, countless beings—turned into a blazing wasteland, merging with the brass sword, fueling its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight thousand stars flickered within the blade; eight thousand races perished within it; eight thousand worlds ran rivers of blood within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, every living being in the galaxy instinctively looked up—they saw the sun dimmed, its place replaced by a colossal sword of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the sword descended toward reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very structure of reality was crushed; the veil burned to utter ash. The Emperor’s psychic energy flickered stubbornly within the Warp, forming the final barrier against Khorne’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the star system where Zhou Yun and the others stood received no protection—it would face Khorne’s glory directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pssssssss——————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crackle of electricity sounded; the tiny toy short sword glowed brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, whose body was minuscule compared to Khorne, stepped forward and swung his sword toward the brass blade descending from the Empyrean——————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All living beings in the galaxy saw it: a flash of golden, lightning-like light vanished, then faded to gray, reduced to ash within Khorne’s flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the very instant before the toy sword dissolved, Khorne’s great blade was repelled—forcibly pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GOOD!!!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in fury, Khorne could not help but utter a word of praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this did not mean he would abandon his wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of War laughed heartily, blood streaming endlessly from his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Khorne, the Blood God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the God of Slaughter, the King of Blood, the Hound of Brass, the Fire of Rage, the Great Butcher.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortals fear me, calling me by eighty-eight million eight hundred eighty-eight thousand names—but I have but one name: WAR!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAR!!! WAR!!! WAR!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1104,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bfa1e271953415000cbf8b850e93506b3740fe7bb8938b5e1244bb4984d66ff5","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-521","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-519",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]