[{"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-529":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},2265352,4422,"Chapter 529: Guilliman: The Macragge Curse","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-529",529,"\u003Cp>In the glow of the teleportation, a cobalt-powered fist slammed toward the Starstealer Hakken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hakken instinctively drew the Hellspike embedded in the hive-tower’s spire, aiming to block the punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Chaos relic, soaked in the blood of emperors, demons, xenos overlords, and Chaos lords, shattered, pierced, and crushed into a lump of ruined metal in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hakken noticed the symbol of the Ultramarines on that powered fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Hakken knew who stood within the teleportation glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only Ultramarine who wielded a powered fist was their Chapter Master, Marius Calgar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Hakken was not afraid—even if it were Calgar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sworn to the Warmaster to deliver this planet within eighty days; after eighty nights and days, it would become a black jewel upon the Warmaster’s crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could stop Hakken—not even the Ultramarines’ Chapter Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calgar————hmm?” Hakken stared as the teleportation glow faded; a figure far larger than Hakken’s own mutated form slowly emerged from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hakken had heard Calgar had died many times, his body largely replaced with machinery, making him massive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... but this was too massive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hakken felt as if he stood before a titan from ancient myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when the titan’s eyes, beneath golden short hair, fixed upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hakken felt as if gazed upon by a sovereign whose mind held only cold calculation and unfathomable depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this sovereign desired only to bring him death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure before Hakken was not the Ultramarines’ Chapter Master—but their Legion Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hakken’s expression froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he must calm himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Warmaster Abaddon had once said Guilliman was not a warrior among the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he, Hakken, the Warmaster’s herald and proclaimer, could offer the Warmaster the head of a Primarch as————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hand of Dominion seized Hakken’s skull; Hakken did not even comprehend when the Primarch had moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch’s fingers tightened; Hakken felt his vision rise, rise, rise—until his head, spine and all, tore free from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the Watcher’s orbit, the Macragge’s Glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun sighed, clicking his tongue as he stared at the row of heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Craftworld Eldar Warlord, Lord of the Purifying Plague, Lord of the Plague Ravens, Iron Warriors’ Dimensional Smith, Ork Warboss, and the high command of the Treacherous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly every faction leader on the Watcher who opposed the Imperium had had their head severed by Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Zhou Yun turned to the final head—a Chaos Lord’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing it, Zhou Yun blinked in slight daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this my Eightieth?” Zhou Yun recognized the face; this Chaos Lord had been a pawn in Zhou Yun’s past life, so he had seen this face before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eightieth?” Guilliman raised an eyebrow slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Starstealer Hakken, Abaddon’s mouthpiece. Every time he invades a world, he plants his spear into the crust and declares he will destroy it in eighty days and nights.” Zhou Yun explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He landed on this world less than a minute ago—I already took his head.” Guilliman said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the help of the Gate of Anywhere, the Seeker’s Staff, the Blindspot Star, and the Jester’s intelligence, Guilliman killed every enemy commander on the Watcher in half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Guilliman had planned to rely on the Jesters to launch a swift decapitation strike to defend the Watcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Jesters were betrayed by the Craftworld Eldar—something Guilliman had pondered for three days and three nights and still could not fathom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the last three intact Eldar gods—the Laughing God Slaanesh and the Imperium had reached an accord; the Eldar Death God was now Zhou Yun; and Isha was offline in the Garden of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, the Craftworld Eldar should at least have stayed neutral, not interfered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead, they refused to acknowledge Zhou Yun as the Death God—even though Zhou Yun himself didn’t believe he was a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, they scorned Slaanesh, worshipping instead gods like Asuryan, already swallowed by Slaanesh’s belly, dismissing Slaanesh—a god who, in Guilliman’s view, had served the Eldar faithfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also deemed the Jesters’ alliance with humanity a pollution of Eldar nobility, deserving harsh punishment, which crippled the Jesters’ operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Guilliman now had Sanguinius holding up half the Imperium, and Zhou Yun’s array of tools had boosted the Imperium’s administrative and military efficiency, allowing Guilliman to personally resolve the Watcher’s crisis without letting the war drag into a long, stinking mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only regret Guilliman had was that Abaddon had not come himself—only sent Starstealer Hakken. Otherwise, Guilliman would not have minded removing another pest from the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you—why did you suddenly come to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman summoned Cato Sicarius, gesturing for him to hurl the heads onto the Watcher’s surface—to deter the Imperium’s enemies and boost Imperial morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But had he known Zhou Yun was coming, he wouldn’t have bothered retrieving each head; Zhou Yun had brought a vast force of World Eaters, and the Conqueror led its fleet in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Zhou Yun had visited the Dark Angels fleet, somehow convinced them to obey orders and hunt down the Orks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am about to sleep.” Zhou Yun stared at Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleep?” Guilliman frowned slightly; unpleasant memories surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the Emperor, seated motionless upon the Golden Throne; he saw himself, lying in stasis for ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Guilliman grew anxious: “Is it an Aethelian matter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Sanguinius and Zhou Yun were building a faith directed toward Zhou Yun; he did not fully understand the Aethelian realm and had not opposed it, but he remained uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, don’t worry,” Zhou Yun shook his head and explained the reason simply to Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before using the Three-Year Nintairo Pillow, he couldn’t judge how long the sleep would last—but with the Mad Clock adjusting time, it wouldn’t be too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know what items are available at the Future Department Store. List the tools I might need during my sleep—I’ll exchange for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a way to secure the funds, but I need you to arrange a guard force—I may need to enter the Eye of Terror.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re going to the border between the Warp and reality?” Guilliman frowned: “That’s too dangerous. I can spare a few hours—I’ll accompany you? Or Sanguinius—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, don’t bother.” Zhou Yun shook his head: “There’s a piece of news I haven’t told you yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman sensed Zhou Yun’s tone was odd; an instinctive dread rose in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked cautiously: “Is it bad news—or good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good with a touch of bad, bad with a touch of good—but the bad isn’t pure bad, and the good isn’t pure good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might be a little happy—but you probably won’t be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun uttered a string of vague words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sweat dripped from Guilliman’s brow; he already suspected what Zhou Yun was about to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun fell silent for a moment, then quietly reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pocket swelled violently; out stepped an elder, clad in emerald-powered armor, with strands of gold and white hair, a beard encircling his face, eyes closed in slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stared at the face—like that of an aged lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“*Macragge curse*” Guilliman dropped his politician’s mask in an instant and cursed instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1195,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e53552ef7d352e7f297c01fa075cd40a6d3db8786529fdaf444876884ba60e36","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-530","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-528",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]