[{"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-56":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},2264879,4422,"Chapter 56: I See Mutants and Want to Die","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>Monge walked through the settlement’s streets, a crimson dagger re-blessed by angels fastened at his waist, feeling gloomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mutant residents around him paused and nodded in salute to Monge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies bore either thick tumors, festering sores, or parasitic worms writhing beneath their flesh—all without exception had received the Plague Angel’s blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge returned each salute in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the residents bear ever more of the blessing, his gloom eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, the Four-Armed God Emperor cult’s activities had grown increasingly strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, they fervently recruited followers, but secretly used grotesque monsters to capture residents from the Lower Nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what they intended to do with so many people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, Monge ventured into the Lower Nest and retrieved the ancient triangular sword from the abandoned Old District Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the Corpse Guild had spread plague across an entire district, sacrificing the sick; though the ritual was interrupted, the triangular sword had accumulated immense power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the angels’ guidance, Monge, Marquitt, and all the settlement’s mutants received greater blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Monge knew the sword was merely a key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A key alone could not bring the true blessing into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still had to find the “door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Monge and Marquitt’s mutants had searched every region under their control—even fought a battle with the green-skinned beastmen lost in the pipes—but still found no trace of the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the door could only be within the Four-Armed God Emperor cult’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a serious problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they truly clashed with them, Monge knew his chances of victory were slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bastards weren’t just the surface-level power; deeper shadows in the Lower Nest held even more grotesque, monstrous abominations—the real source of Monge’s dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the angels were growing increasingly desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They constantly reminded Monge and Marquitt:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s coming—the soulless beast that devours all life is nearly here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time Monge recalled the fragmented visions he’d seen, his blood ran cold:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sky-obscuring bio-ships, endless waves of insect hordes, terrifying Tyranid titans, towering capillary spires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Lian. If Lu Se—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge paused, realizing it was strange to call the man either Lian or Lu Se.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Lian Lu Se were here, it would be better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge sighed, thinking of the strange man who called himself Lian Lu Se.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He possessed exceptional infiltration skills, formidable strength, and some ability to transport large objects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Lian Lu Se could come to the Lower Nest, it would greatly aid Monge and Marquitt’s plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge had considered going to the Lower Nest to find Lian Lu Se.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man likely used a false name, and his face might be fake too—there was no lead to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d assumed that, given Lian Lu Se’s heretical nature, he wouldn’t last long in the Lower Nest and would eventually come down to the Base Nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet so much time had passed, and he still hadn’t appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could that guy have been burned alive on a pyre for being too heretical?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge couldn’t help shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monge, Divine Envoy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mutant with parasitic worms growing from his head hurried toward the settlement’s gate:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“San Yan and the others were coerced by a terrifying outsider and brought to our gate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our people tried to restrain him, but he punched the plague corpse into dust with one blow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone’s causing trouble? One punch turned a plague corpse to dust?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge was startled—the plague corpses bore the Plague Angel’s blessing, their vitality tenacious, yet shattered by a single punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no mortal power. Four-Armed God Emperor’s mutated monsters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s waiting outside the gate, refusing to enter—demands to see you and Marquitt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Envoy Monge, you absolutely must not step out—otherwise he might attack—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—you say he refuses to enter? He’s just standing outside, waiting for me to come out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge blinked, a suspicion flashing in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did he say who he is?” Monge asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mutant with worms on his head froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He did say—but the name sounded like a joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!” Monge’s lips curled into a smile: “Finally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the mutant settlement,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the three-eyed mutant trembled beside Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other mutants brought chairs, tables, and food for Zhou Yun and Renna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun didn’t eat—he sat calmly in the chair, waiting for Monge and Marquitt to emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding mutants stared at Zhou Yun and the wall beside him, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall was smeared with a puddle of rotten meat, pulverized like fireworks exploding against the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the plague corpse Zhou Yun had reduced to dust with a single punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-eyed mutant clenched his teeth, gathered courage, and stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at him, watching him take a deep breath, straighten his back, and say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Father! It’s windy outside—wouldn’t you rather come inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-eyed mutant pointed at the settlement’s gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pointed at the puddle of gore on the wall: “You want to become a 2D painting on the wall too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-eyed mutant’s expression froze; he quickly stepped back: “Father, I withdraw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna’s doe-like, hazy eyes swept over the mutants around her, filled with fear, disgust, and hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced down her nausea and edged closer to Zhou Yun, as if seeking safety from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be afraid—they won’t dare touch you,” Zhou Yun patted her head reassuringly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.No, it’s not fear—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna shook her head, whispering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just feel sick seeing mutants—I want them all dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s hand halted mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna’s tone was like a child who hated broccoli and wished all broccoli in the world would vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who had taught her such hatred? How young was she to be this extreme?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that old bastard Huang Daxiong? You’ve turned such a good child into this—what a brilliant parent you are.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if mutants really aren’t good people—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the settlement gate swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mutant with twisted black horns and a black-red robe stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw Zhou Yun, his eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lian Lu Se! You’ve finally come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Couldn’t make it in the Lower Nest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge laughed twice and strode toward Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna beside Zhou Yun blinked, confused, and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lian what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s Lu Se?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s Lian Lu Se?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How do you add images to the points again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1059,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e5db16a7070eb27a26a82d0aa2497ffe1f9a527bc41be44c9708d8d45a2fc5f2","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-57","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-55",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]