[{"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-526":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},2265349,4422,"Chapter 526: The Lord of Red Sands","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-526",526,"\u003Cp>Cold, cruel,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Emperor’s fleeting emotion had genuinely reached Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron, in terror, realized that though his heart brimmed with hatred for the Emperor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when the Emperor revealed genuine sincerity, deep resignation and pain, Angron instinctively felt sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One might even say, Angron felt a flicker of “love” for a father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was unthinkable—the Emperor was the man Angron hated, yet Angron had nearly been seduced by his spirit, instinctively drawn to love him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the Emperor spoke, declaring he wished Angron to become his tool once more, did Angron snap back to clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything the Emperor had just shown was merely because such displays were more efficient, more advantageous for humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word he spoke to Angron treated him as a tool—and a repaired tool at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His view of Angron had not changed in ten thousand years: Angron was once a broken tool, now he was a repaired one, nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“False Emperor!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s inner coldness drove him to growl at the Emperor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My answer is this: I will never be your slave!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You forged me as a slave—and yet you expect me to serve you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse stared at Angron, its hollow eyes revealing no emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never saw you as a slave. You are a tool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My original purpose in shaping you was to ensure your brothers and I could become worthy tools.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can sense the emotions of others, good or bad, and you can dispel them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pain, pride, doubt, hesitation, arrogance, stubbornness—you can erase them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Had you not been broken, Fulgrim, Mortarion, Perturabo… many Primarchs would not have fallen, and I would not have hesitated so many times during the Great Crusade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alas, the gods deemed your existence an obstacle to their corruption of the other Primarchs, and they twisted fate to make you a slave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand voices intertwined, the Emperor’s tone nearly flat as he corrected Angron:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the gods who turned Angron into a slave; the Emperor never saw him as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron was merely a tool, and the Emperor wished him not to overthink it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s eyes bulged—had it not been for the Peach Boy dumpling suppressing him, he would have lunged forward and snapped the Emperor’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know—you do not hate me. Not you. You no longer possess the function of hatred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is humanity that hates me. How many did I kill ten thousand years ago? How many worlds did I slaughter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Red Sands bit his teeth together and demanded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You care nothing for me—you see me as a tool. Then what of the people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The souls of the dead hate me. Those who escaped my hands still curse me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When they see me return to the Empire, what will they feel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It does not matter. You were never respected by mortals ten thousand years ago.” The Emperor’s voices overlapped in reply: “What matters is that in my prophecy, the Red Angel will guide humanity toward its future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the prophecy the Emperor had made earlier in his conversation with Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this prophecy, the Red Angel Angron would be the pivotal point guiding the fate of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know nothing of the galaxy’s fate,” Angron replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My own fate has only two paths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either you execute me, or I will go to the planet with the most slaves, lead them in rebellion against their masters, until I destroy everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Angron finished speaking, he fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Emperor also seemed to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both turned sharply to look at Zhou Yun, sitting in the corner, munching on a dorayaki, watching them argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s control lay in Zhou Yun’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Peach Boy dumpling was his artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether to kill Angron or use him—this choice belonged not to Angron, nor to the Emperor, but solely to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron’s voice was hoarse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of Divine Lord are you? Are you as cruel as the Emperor? As without choice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am not a god,” Zhou Yun said, shoving the dorayaki into his mouth, staring at Angron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was indeed thinking—how could Angron possibly guide the galaxy’s fate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron was no Sanguinius or Kor Phaeron, possessing no extraordinary prophetic ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the Emperor had given him was, fundamentally, the ability to heal minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such an ability guide the galaxy’s future?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Zhou Yun sensed he might have fallen into a cognitive trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the key lay not in Angron’s ability, but in Angron’s own… value?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor likely held thoughts similar to Zhou Yun’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His earlier words, cold and heartless, seemed meant to push Angron back into the Empire’s service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he spoke too bluntly—as if deliberately prodding Angron toward the alternative choice, urging him to place his hope in Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhou Yun’s view, there was never truly a choice to reintegrate Angron into the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Peach Boy dumpling Kaen gave Angron had a time limit—only thirty minutes of effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unlimited-duration Peach Boy dumpling was terrifyingly expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though other methods existed to maintain control over Angron, none were as reliable as the dumpling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a middle path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lips curled slightly: “I can let Angron die, ending your bitter life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Angron, then turned to the Emperor: “Or I can let Angron contribute his value to the Empire, to humanity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Angron,” Zhou Yun smiled, “will you enter my bag?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angron froze, then after a moment, sensed Zhou Yun’s inner thoughts, perceived his emotions, and understood the general function of the four-dimensional pocket on his belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile touched the Lord of Red Sands’ lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This choice, in his view, was far better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he did not know where the bag led, to Angron, even death was preferable to being the Emperor’s tool in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I accept.” For the first time in his life, the Lord of Red Sands chose his own fate—even if that fate was total annihilation, Angron accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Red Sands stepped forward, standing before Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly, seized Angron’s arm, and pulled him into the four-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1035,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d5fec3de9d3a6dc25abf57cad06295eeef1d970affab9c5e0d052962a1a1704b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-527","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-525",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]