[{"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-536":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},2265359,4422,"Chapter 536: The Loving Father: The Stingy Emperor Who Starved My Friend","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-536",536,"\u003Cp>Tafens stared at the scene before him, his eyes bulging with horror, letting out a deafening scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the demonic world he had painstakingly cultivated over ten thousand years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just finished nurturing it to offer to the Benevolent Father!?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it just vanish in a flash?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—poof—in an instant, gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years, a hundred centuries, all his investment, an entire planet—vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, from Tafens’s body surged a wave of terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that being could swallow an entire planet in one gulp, could it also devour the Endless in the blink of an eye?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Tafens rose from his command throne and approached a grotesque, oozing wound-tree on the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tafens whispered a prayer to the Benevolent Father; the swarms of destruction nested in his flesh and bones poured forth, slithering into the tree’s monstrous maw to nourish this tree plucked from Nurgle’s Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound-tree convulsed and twisted, and from its mouth opened a warp rift, reflecting the scene of Nurgle’s Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tafens gritted his teeth, cast one final glance at the Endless, then dove into the warp rift, abandoning the Endless and retreating back into Nurgle’s Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tafens had no intention of letting this go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Benevolent Father’s pioneer—how could he simply abandon the demonic world and ship he had labored so long to create?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene before Tafens rippled like water, and within seconds, it coalesced into a lush, green forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tafens stepped into it, feeling the warm air laden with rotting spores brush against his face, watching his feet sink into the viscous ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Tafens would have felt serene, marveling at these perfect creations of the Benevolent Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, his first reaction upon entering the garden was to look up in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared the scaled, moth-like wings might descend from the sky and snatch him back to be impaled on a flagpole and burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion, that damned cult leader, was in Nurgle’s Garden—and had swayed the Benevolent Father, earning His respect and favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the wings Tafens dreaded did not appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Mortarion was occupied elsewhere, or perhaps he had decided not to drag Tafens back this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was certainly not out of kindness from Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion was merely tormenting Tafens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would appear before Tafens randomly and unpredictably—sometimes when Tafens returned to Nurgle’s Garden, sometimes even when he was far beyond it—snatching him up to impale and burn him on a flagpole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would deliberately let Tafens escape, only to repeat the cycle endlessly, playing this cruel cat-and-mouse game, ensuring Tafens lived in constant terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tafens hurried through the dense forest and arrived before a black manor beside the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Benevolent Father hummed a tune as he stirred a thick stew, while the Eldar goddess of life, Isha, sat pale-faced across from Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tafens observed carefully, confirmed Mortarion was not present, then dashed out from the woods to stand before the Benevolent Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately knelt, burying his bloated body deep into the viscous mud, and cried out in despair:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great and merciful Father of Plagues, most benevolent and loving Lord, I beg Your compassion for Your wretched servant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your wretched servant’s planet, cultivated over ten thousand years, and his Endless vessel have been devoured by a greedy god.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tafens could easily guess who had swallowed his plague world whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the only possible culprit was that Saint Doraemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” the Benevolent Father smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… know?” Tafens gasped, lifting his head in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Benevolent Father stirred the stew a few more times, then held the spoon out toward Tafens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick broth in the spoon reflected a vision:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Eye of Terror, countless demonic worlds vanished into thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the protection of Leman Russ, that Saint Doraemon was voraciously devouring those worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>",638,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7301eb14540fb1c34e876a7b785be2884e3e58345f17f4943e9bc573ccc4cea5","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-537","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-535",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]