[{"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-559":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},2265382,4422,"Chapter 559: Are You Even Worthy??","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-559",559,"\u003Cp>The rose-pink wooden door creaked open, revealing white wings slowly unfolding, light spontaneously bursting forth and instantly illuminating the entire Blood Ravens’ reliquary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The artifacts hidden with extradimensional demonic power recoiled beneath this radiance, as if no defilement could endure within its glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Angelos stared in shock at the figure of Sanguinius, for he had not yet called out for aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Gabriel Angelos quickly realized: this must be the legendary prophetic ability of Sanguinius at work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he was the genetic father of the Blood Ravens since ancient times!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius stepped forth from the rose-pink portal, golden hair woven beneath a silver-threaded headcloth, beneath which lay a face too exquisite for words, two molten-gold eyes fixed upon the towering figure cloaked and wielding the Broken Furnace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fulgrim, Fulgrim, my brother’s clone,” Sanguinius’s voice was calm, clear as silver bells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hooded figure froze slightly in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he finally let out two soft laughs, slowly raising his hand to remove his hood, revealing his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the radiance upon Sanguinius seemed to recoil before that visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Angelos and every Blood Ravens Terminators drew a sharp breath; even Anrakael, the necromancer, was momentarily stunned by the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though unwilling, Gabriel still had to admit: that face’s beauty rivaled Sanguinius’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure white hair like snow, a long, elegant face, violet eyes, lips thin and curved—half-smile, half-sneer—noble, graceful, dazzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Sanguinius’s beauty was holiness, this man’s beauty was brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius was like a divine sovereign, an angel, an absolute perfection beyond mortal reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the archetype, the ideal, the ultimate embodiment of human beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarch Fulgrim—the white-haired man’s name echoed in Gabriel’s and all present’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim’s slender lips moved slightly, speaking in a sincere, melodious tone: “Sanguinius, I have long yearned to meet you—the most perfect of all our brothers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you’d say the most perfect was yourself,” Sanguinius replied, gazing at that face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Guilliman been here, he would have torn that face apart without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—I am still learning, still growing. Until I achieve true perfection, you remain my model.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim’s words were humble, even flattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he made a slight gesture—as if pointing to someone—and continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for him, his fall came because he was not perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius frowned slightly, exhaling a faint sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched the Spear of Vengeance in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came here following the guidance of our Father, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim sensed Sanguinius’s revulsion and spoke softly in explanation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am not like him. My soul, my mind, my body remain loyal to our Father—and to you, my brothers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to be your student, your servant, to accept your teaching—to prove my loyalty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you once gave your fallen son a chance to become perfect and holy. Why deny the same chance to your brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim’s words were earnest, sincere; though every soul present knew the Primarch’s crimes, all were subtly bewitched by his charm—except one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell that to Ferrus. To me, you are merely a repeated mistake. I should kill you now, to end this threat forever.” Sanguinius’s voice carried fury laced with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air stilled for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Fulgrim sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand. But I will not wait to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim raised the Broken Furnace slightly, yet his violet eyes still fixed on Sanguinius:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, I am truly no longer like him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are not my brother.” The only reply was a low growl—and the Spear of Vengeance, hurtling through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tear-shaped spear, forged by the Emperor himself for Sanguinius, pierced the void at a speed beyond the visual limits of mortals or even Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>",602,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","33112638e7d850b64237a2cc478e542752f3a2d843240ff0bbf315e951e2ab57","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-560","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-558",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]