[{"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-521":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},2265344,4422,"Chapter 521: If War Wounds You, Remember Only This: War Wounded Me First","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-521",521,"\u003Cp>The Blood God’s roar echoed through the void, proclaiming His name to the Highest Heaven and the Realm of Reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is War, the endless slaughter, the river of blood flowing through endless ages, every brutal clash and struggle, the crimson joy above black death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have witnessed billions of wars; I have participated in billions of wars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Billions of warriors have offered billions of skulls to my name; billions of years have seen billions of bloodstreams flow in my name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fire of war shall burn for countless centuries, destroy countless nations, sever countless skulls—even the gods cannot escape this fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I am War itself; I am the first drop of blood, I am the last drop of blood; thus I was, I am, and I shall be forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the first consumption of one group of archaea by another in the sea, to primitive humans forging their first spear from flint and driving it through a brother’s chest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the first bronze sword forged by fire, cleaving the first skull, to the rolling wheels of chariots crushing the flesh of mortal men,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the grand campaigns where iron-shod hooves shattered the steppes and slaughtered barbarians, to the nomadic hordes from the north who razed cities and raised monuments of blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the bullets fired by sparks in gun barrels, to the rain-soaked trenches,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To dwarves hurling slingshots at giants, to starships firing volleys of light lances that obliterated continents and planets,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To horsemen on saddles drawing bows to slay the Xiongnu, to star warriors clad in power armor blasting xenos with bolt guns,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past, present, future—every scene of war manifested within the Blood God’s form, converging into a single hue of crimson joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God is War; War is the Blood God. The Blood God enables every war, and is born from every war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as war exists in any moment—past, present, or future—within the galaxy, the Blood God shall forever sit upon the Brass Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet, how can war not wound?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wounding and death are both fruits of war; injury is the warrior’s honor, maiming is war’s proof.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Khorne, I am the Blood God. I accept wounding as part of war, accept this wound as part of my body, bear the fate of eternal seat upon the Brass Throne, bear all wounds inflicted by war.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Warriors, fear not wounding. If war wounds you, remember only this: war wounded me first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am wounded with you, maimed with you, bleeding with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the instant the Blood God’s voice sounded, His domain surged violently outward; blood flowed through the Warp, nourishing His realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounds suffered by countless warriors across the galaxy during war simultaneously appeared upon the Blood God’s body—gunshots, slashes, stabs, burns, poison wounds, crush injuries, fractures, rotting wounds, radiation injuries—all wounds born of war manifested on Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every wound inflicted in war, Khorne bore before the warriors themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as these wounds surfaced upon the Blood God, his power did not weaken—it rose layer upon layer, even radiating an aura of perfection and completion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the unrecorded eons since his birth, the Blood God held but one regret he could not release:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the divine lord of War and Blood, no being had ever fought him in a truly cruel battle, no being had ever drawn real blood from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until Daxiong’s bullet, by extreme coincidence, pierced his thigh, drawing blood and inflicting a wound that could not be healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Blood God used this wound to offer his own blood as sacrifice to the Realm of Unintentional Killing, to himself, bearing all wounds of war and expanding the Realm of Unintentional Killing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henceforth, the Blood God’s followers need fear neither death nor wounding, for the Blood God bears the same injuries—they need think of nothing. The Blood God carries all; the Blood God bears all. The Blood God is the savior of slaughter; mortals need only kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God’s domain became pure, became searing, became stronger—but in return, the Blood God must forever bear the wounds and sit eternally upon the Brass Throne, never again able to heal or unleash his full power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound inflicted by Daxiong’s bullet became harmonized with the Blood God’s very existence—as if it had existed since his birth, from past to future, an inseparable part of him, incurable and irreducible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this was to vent his rage, to punish that single thread of blue that deceived him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God raised his Brass Greatsword once more; now it no longer gleamed with bright luster, but was scarred and caked in blood, as if forged through countless battles—yet these wounds did not diminish its terror; they amplified it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God swung his blade again toward Zhou Yun’s star system; the fury it carried could destroy not merely this one system, but a hundred with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun could once again use the famed blade Dian Guang Wan to push the sword back—but the Blood God’s attack was too powerful; one use of Dian Guang Wan drained its power entirely, allowing only one strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhou Yun could draw another Dian Guang Wan, the Blood God’s next slash would already arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Zhou Yun had prepared in advance—he never intended to clash directly with the Blood God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood God is the strongest of the Four Gods; Zhou Yun is not a god. Why should Zhou Yun clash directly with him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of direct confrontation belongs to the Emperor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Blood God accepted the fate of eternal seat upon the Brass Throne, Zhou Yun began his maneuver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled from his pocket a blue remote control with a handle, its surface dotted with a screen, dials, and buttons; Zhou Yun swiftly twisted the dials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the final instant before the Blood God’s greatsword descended, a brilliant blue ring exploded outward from Zhou Yun, instantly engulfing the entire star system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Temporal-Spatial Translocator]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manufacture Date: 261.m3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: Translocates a designated area to any spacetime the user has visited within the past 24 hours. Must carefully calibrate range; otherwise spacetime dimensions will misalign.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, blue light drowned the entire star system; spacetime began to shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the glow, Zhou Yun lifted his head, gazed at the Blood God, swept his fingers across the Hot Stage Recorder & Robot Director, his face showing sorrow, melancholy, and reluctant necessity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me,” Zhou Yun said with deep regret. “It was the Emperor’s doing—I had no choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Blood God’s greatsword fell from the Highest Heaven—but it cut only vast swathes of space and vacuum, striking nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire star system vanished without trace beneath the Blood God’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1124,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4572c4fca0105a3b5c74436b0934a6dbed34bf833007140a30632c0491d2bc92","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-522","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-520",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]