[{"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-535":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},2265358,4422,"Chapter 535","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-535",535,"\u003Cp>Decaying flesh grew wildly across the planet’s surface, giant fungi and trees with rotting, monstrous mouths stretched their bodies amid the flesh, countless beings infected by microscopic bacteria covered the land with bodies perpetually tormented by disease yet never dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pus and tissue fluid continuously flowed from their bodies, converging into rivers that poured into the oceans, turning them into stinking seas, and beneath this warm, pus-filled ocean lay countless more human corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though reduced to corpses, they had not truly died; instead, their bodies continuously nourished the flies nesting within their flesh—flies hatched from the sea, rising with the stinking seawater to form dark, oppressive clouds in the sky, which rained putrid rain upon the land, creating an entire self-sustaining biosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feudal world was dragged into the boundary between the Warp and reality when the Great Rift opened; its star soon could not withstand Warp corruption and fell into the Warp’s tides, and the world succumbed in despair to endless fear, famine, and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desperate mortals discovered an ancient faith buried beneath the earth—a faith destroyed by the Empire ten thousand years ago but never erased from the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor had abandoned them, why not reclaim this ancient faith?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not pray to the “Great God N’gall, the Benevolent, the Fertile, the Warm”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>N’gall was the Sun; He warmed the earth with His flesh, nourished all things with His bodily fluids, and all things grew because of Him, all things shone because of Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the people prayed to N’gall—but perhaps due to the planet’s unique dialect, the pronunciation of “N’gall” gradually twisted in their chants, becoming Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came seven days and seven nights of torrential rain; all beings, feverish, felt warmth—the feverish heat of the Father of Plagues shining upon them. Disease encircled the world; the Merciful Father’s messengers descended through the flood of the Warp, wielding scythes to harvest them like grain, casting them forever into the Rotting Sea to feast upon eternal warmth and mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Endless, Teyfens gazed with satisfaction at the planet, now fully corrupted into a daemon world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ten thousand years, it was the Death Guard who conquered this world, and it was Teyfens himself who secretly buried the faith of the “Great God N’gall, the Benevolent, the Fertile, the Warm” beneath the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Father’s blessing works thus:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like planting a seed, giving it a little water, then waiting patiently—waiting until the seed finally sprouts, then in an instant grows into a towering tree, irreversibly falling into the Father’s embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Teyfens was the master of this art, one of the finest cultivators under the Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Mortarion, that cultist who only spouted numbers and heretical nonsense, Teyfens was the true practitioner of the Nurgle Path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Teyfens’s gaze dimmed for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hoped Lu Se and Airebas would accomplish something—at least banish that Saint Doraemon into the past—but they had done nothing, and worse, they had lost Teyfens’s Plague Heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the Plague Heart was gone, a living asteroid of such immense size, and not a single clue remained—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the augury device on the Endless emitted a low hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp’s tide stirred no ripple, yet a massive reaction appeared beside the Endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vessel shaped like a trident, larger even than the Endless or the Glory Queen-class battleship, suddenly manifested within the Warp, its presence monstrous and undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an Abyss-class battleship—clearly the former Blessed Lady, once belonging to Airebas—but the augury device’s identification code declared its new name: The Cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>",595,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1d4605f847af997f4e259612a62d6a5ecb7bd02141ba57f400153ee9ab1fea55","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-536","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-534",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]