[{"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-524":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},2265347,4422,"Chapter 524","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-524",524,"\u003Cp>Angron gently lifted Carne’s mangled body, his grotesque face softened into an unimaginable gentleness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peach Boy Dango “tamed” Angron, stripping away his brutality, rage, and the constant oppression of his pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reclaimed his soul from the Blood God’s grasp—he was no longer enslaved by rage, the Nail of the Butcher, or Khorne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Peach Boy Dango made Angron docile—not out of nothing, but by awakening the faint echo of his former self still lingering in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the true Angron, not the one controlled by the Nail of the Butcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peach Boy Dango, originally meant to domesticate humans or animals, instead liberated Angron from cruel bondage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, compared to the enslavement of Khorne and the Nail of the Butcher, Peach Boy Dango’s mild taming was indistinguishable from freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the tide of rage receded, Angron began once more to sense the emotions of those around him—and to absorb them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron clearly felt the suffering within the child cradled in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years of Carne’s accumulated pain exploded in Angron’s mind, flooding into his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much of that pain had been caused by Angron himself, yet he felt no hatred for himself in Carne’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carne had always sought to understand his father, hoping to save him—and that was why he drove the Nail of the Butcher into himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I’m sorry, my child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s face twisted in anguish:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My cowardice destroyed you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, with his mind clear again, did Angron painfully realize his children had loved him just as his own siblings once had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But back then, Angron had lost the ability to perceive emotion—those feelings never reached\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a blind man, no matter how bright the sun, he could no longer perceive it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You deserve far better than I do—you deserved a better father,” Angron said, his tears falling onto Kain’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What we received from you is no more than what you received from your father,” Kain whispered, lips slightly parted: “We, too, have felt the same pain as you, Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are wrong. Oinomous was a good father,” Angron shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a brief few seconds, he realized Kain’s “your father” did not refer to Oinomous—it referred to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both fell into a quiet silence, during which Angron gently pulled Kain’s broken body closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain was startled to find his pain easing—not only physical pain, but spiritual pain as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain, rage, and sorrow that had accumulated in Kain’s soul over ten thousand years slowly dissolved, flowing bit by bit into Angron’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron was absorbing and alleviating Kain’s pain, healing his soul, bringing him peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the duty he was originally given—the ability he was born with, shattered by the Butcher’s Nails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain felt a calm and warmth he had never known before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The painful memories faded from his vision; amid the glow, he seemed to see many beautiful recollections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw himself and Anger-Tai fighting side by side in the arena; he saw Sigismund learning to wrap chains around his arms; he saw Captain Loken showing him, the World Eater, kindness for the first time; he saw the brutish Nasir Ammit lunging at him like a ghoul; he saw Captain Sarin complaining that the crew had grown increasingly mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hazy state, he even glimpsed a possible path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that possibility, his father had never been implanted with the Butcher’s Nails; in that world, Angron had always been a gentle father, his bond with the Legion enough to make every other Legion envious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw that version of Anger-Tai turn his head toward him—as if waiting, inviting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kain’s lips could not help but curl into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron gently laid Kain’s body down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the moment death came, Kain’s face bore a peace he had never known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raum’s figure slowly emerged from Kain’s body; he turned to Zhou Yun, bowed slightly in gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Raum let out a few soft, satisfied laughs, and with the whisper of the wind, vanished into the tides of the Warp, gone without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron also turned his head gently toward Zhou Yun’s direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun did not speak to Angron; he gestured for Angron to look behind him—at the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Angron fell silent, hesitating—but the gaze from the Golden Throne behind him burned so fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he turned around, facing the mummified corpse upon the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s fingers lightly brushed the hilt of his chainaxe, Blood Father, as he looked upon his gene-father: “Emperor.” Angron’s fury was subdued by the Peach Boy dumpling, yet anyone could hear the anger and hatred hidden in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the influence of the Butcher’s Nails, Angron felt only hatred and rage toward the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Number Twelve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Healer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Butcher.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Broken tool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rebellion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Failed rebellion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Total destruction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Khorne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand voices, ten thousand voices, a million voices—even more—overlapped and echoed in Angron’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These voices inflicted immense pain, drilling into Angron’s skull, forcing him to grit his teeth and let out a low growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Angron clearly perceived the emotions surging within the mummified corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he had seen ten thousand years ago—a black, cold sun hung behind the corpse, radiating nothing but utter annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, Angron sensed more; without the Butcher’s Nails, his ability to perceive emotion had grown sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood one truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor had long known Angron would become Khorne’s slave; He had even permitted Khorne to enslave him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would significantly reduce the Blood God’s attention on the other Primarchs, lowering the chance of their corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” The Peach Boy dumpling suppressed Angron’s fury, leaving only cold stillness in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damaged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waste utilization.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Necessary sacrifice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Angron or his brothers and sisters, all were necessary sacrifices in the Emperor’s plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Primarch must fall to Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to other, more intact Primarchs falling, Angron’s corruption—so thoroughly broken—was, in fact, beneficial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the overall good of the human race, to protect the other Primarchs, Angron was sacrificed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who died on Nuceria—Angron’s brothers and sisters—were sacrifices to ensure his complete turn to Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1030,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b8693540c541d7f525465ac527597f0d9630d6ae165898e7967d5bcff4186b2a","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-525","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-523",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]