[{"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-550":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},2265373,4422,"Chapter 550: I","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-550",550,"\u003Cp>The sub-space, deepest within the Soul Furnace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>electricity, sparks, inspiration, kinetic energy, and thoughts flickered endlessly within the silver-gray mist, weaving a grand will,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that was Vashthor’s true form, the essence of the Creator,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his mind lay hidden at the deepest core of the Soul Furnace, injecting a portion of himself into the body forged in the Steel Furnace, then casting it into countless corners of reality,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while he himself used these bodies to observe all things within reality,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mortals’ limited perspectives were bound by time, but for Vashthor, all of reality occurred simultaneously,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just moments ago, Vashthor had barely finished signing a pact with Abaddon, exhausting him to the brink,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the next moment, Vashthor had already signed that pact with Abaddon for decades, dredging up countless derelict ships from the sub-space and transforming them into Harbingers of Doom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And over those decades, Abaddon had helped Vashthor collect vast quantities of “Key” fragments—or rather, Ouroboros fragments,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Ouroboros was the final artifact among the Ancient Ones’ Three Sacred Relics, the very planet Caliban, once the homeworld of the Dark Angels; with enough Caliban fragments gathered, the Ouroboros could be restored and fused with the Tuchulcha Engine and the Plague Heart to form the true Ancient One’s Discordant Engine—the key to Vashthor’s ascension to a higher existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was still too slow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor observed the impossibly complex reality-universe, where reality itself was a precise, intricate clock, endlessly turning and growing ever more complex,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fortunately, Vashthor’s domain excelled at observation, analysis, and study, and he had barely glimpsed fragmented glimpses of the future amid the ever-shifting tides,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>combined with his mastery over the domain of Malicious Arts, he faintly sensed something—his rival was about to awaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he did not know why that being had slept, should He awaken and seek to claim the throne of Master of Malicious Arts, Vashthor was all but certain to lose,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>behind that being stood Slaanesh, Nurgle, even the Dark King, and the Primarchs Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Leman Russ; if Slaanesh and Nurgle intervened directly, there were also Mortarion and Fulgrim, not to mention what else the Dark King might hold,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Vashthor had nothing behind him, his only ally was Abaddon, and barely, perhaps, Perturabo, his reluctant partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought filled Vashthor with a creeping dread,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could He truly fight Slaanesh, Nurgle, the Dark King, Guilliman, Sanguinius, Leman Russ, Mortarion? Really?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either He must quickly gather enough Caliban fragments, or He must seek aid from the other Chaos Gods,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and ultimately, to gather Caliban fragments swiftly, Vashthor must rely on the Chaos Gods themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor’s surging thoughts paused for a moment, as if taking a faint breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only fools like Abaddon believed they could remain independent before the sub-space,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though Vashthor strove to preserve his independence, he knew well that his independence had been tacitly permitted by certain beings from the very beginning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Creator slowly raised his head, gazing into the boundless waves of the sub-space above the Soul Furnace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor’s power stemmed from curiosity, the thirst for knowledge, the spirit of innovation, and creations stripped of morality,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>these domains overlapped to some degree with the Lord of Change, allowing Him to establish communication with that Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless threads of thought interwove in the blink of an eye; the Lord of Change’s will descended into the Soul Furnace, directly linking with Vashthor’s will,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor perceived the Lord of Change tracing a path across the star-map of reality, pointing toward Corinella,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the instant he saw that star, his will flooded with all information about the planet—the homeworld of the Crimson Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside it, fragmented terms—Blood Angels, Sanguinius, Red Angels, Blood Ravens, Fulgrim—flashed through his mind, forming scattered images,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in an instant, Vashthor understood what the Blood God and the Lord of Change intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the Lord of Change revealed His reward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>numerous Caliban fragments lay submerged in the tides of the Crystal Labyrinth; if Vashthor aided Him, regardless of success or failure, they would all belong to Vashthor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of success,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this stirred Vashthor’s caution—he faintly realized that the plan on the Crimson Angels’ homeworld might merely be one thread within the schemes of Tzeentch and Khorne, and that Vashthor himself might be their true target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet faintly, Vashthor glimpsed the figure of Saint Dora the Dreamer on Corinella,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>clearly a deliberate illusion planted by Tzeentch,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor fell silent for a moment, then agreed to Tzeentch’s entire chain of pacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch emitted a cunning laugh, as if celebrating that all unfolded precisely as planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But before that,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor spoke slowly, raising his hand slightly; countless contracts materialized from the void:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let us sign a contract first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the contracts stretching across the horizon, Tzeentch’s cunning laugh abruptly ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Revenant Soul, lying within a tangle of complex cables, Abaddon’s complexion had regained a faint hue of color,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this was Vashthor’s creation, capable of siphoning a trace of Chaotic corruption from the wound on Abaddon’s chest and injecting it into his body, merging with the Blessing within him—not only temporarily restoring Abaddon, but making him stronger than before,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet it was only temporary; the wound pierced through time and space, never healing, and Vashthor’s device could extract only scattered fragments—once those were consumed, Abaddon would revert to his previous gravely wounded state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling his strength slowly returning, Abaddon could not help but marvel—Vashthor was truly unlike other Chaotic entities,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was a good god—not only had he given Abaddon this device capable of temporary healing, but he had also replenished Abaddon’s fleet with countless so-called Harbingers of Doom,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harbingers of Doom were in truth massive warships forged from derelict space vessels; their polymer hulls drifted through the sub-space, continuously absorbing the Chaotic energies of the Empyrean to coalesce into formidable forms, saturated with sub-space corruption, immensely powerful,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Vashthor, leading Abaddon’s sorcerers and Dimensional Smiths, tamed these ships, transforming them into mighty Harbingers of Doom through his peculiar arts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>these vessels allowed Abaddon’s fleet to ravage across the galaxy; though Chaotic power overall receded before Guilliman’s Indomitus Crusade, at least they were no longer utterly defenseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for all this, Vashthor demanded only that Abaddon and his Harbinger fleet recover certain fragments that looked no different from scrap—so-called “Key” fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>",1036,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9fea293106d9c6ea6ce9c1ac03ec04054b10638d5bcdfd9cde9874a516091870","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-551","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-549",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]