[{"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-561":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},2265384,4422,"Chapter 561: Perturabo: Why Am I Working Overtime Again??","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-561",561,"\u003Cp>On the homeworld of the Crimson Angels, Corinarl,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>millions of skulls piled into mountains, forming a temple of beauty, terror, and strangeness; blood continuously streamed from the hollowed eye sockets of these skulls, filling the blood pool at the temple’s center,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nine groups of eight Sons of Sanguinius knelt in the blood pool, chanting the name of the Archangel,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and within their circle, the Crimson Angel bathed in blood, its blood-slicked hair dripping, coursing over his bare, unclothed body, radiating an eerie beauty,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but when the Sons of Sanguinius around him gazed upon him, what stirred in their minds was not beauty, but a suffocating rage and a thirst for blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All beings are born with impulses—the impulse to eat, to inflict pain, to indulge, to rage, to seek revenge,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Sons of Sanguinius are born with an impulse to drink blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crave to chew through the neck muscles of the living, to seize the hot blood within, to gnaw on the corpses of the dead, to savor their cold fluids,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they were made to seize blood; the Emperor shaped them thus, transformed them thus, desired them thus,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet over the long span of ten thousand years, their nature, their impulses, their crimson hunger have been suppressed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suppression does not mean disappearance—a caged beast may no longer hunt, but it does not forget the moment its fangs tore into its prey’s organs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when impulse is suppressed, nature is twisted, hunger is shackled, all of it accumulates into rage,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this rage has festered for ten thousand years; ten thousand years ago, Sanguinius bound them in chains, commanding them to suppress this instinct,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but now, ten thousand years later, Sanguinius has returned, declaring that this long suppression was a mistake,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bloodlust is his and his sons’ true nature,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>purity, perfection, and art were but errors, subtle deviations born of his drifting in the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Accept your rage+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Unleash your rage+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers stirred at the ears of the Sons of Sanguinius, tempting them to shed all pretense and embrace the searing rage deep within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Angel let out a low laugh, watching with delight as more and more Sons of Sanguinius fused with his spirit,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was the rage itself—the bloodthirsty instinct of the Sanguine Angels suppressed by Sanguinius, the collective fury of all ten thousand years of Sons of Sanguinius,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>originally, in the Blood God’s design, the Crimson Angel would have merged with Sanguinius over ten thousand years, turning Sanguinius into the Blood God’s Daemon Primarch,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but a minor Sanguine Apothecary, Melos, replaced Sanguinius, throwing himself into the Chaos artifact Flame of Fury, foiling the Blood God’s plan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though the Crimson Angel was born by occupying Melos’s body, he remained incomplete, for most Sanguine Angels still restrained their rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, there is one more point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+No, remember Sanguinius’s teachings!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Do not yield to rage!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Sons of Sanguinius! Do not betray Sanguinius’s blood!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of feeble growls emerged from within the Crimson Angel, causing the Sons of Sanguinius connected to him to tremble slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Crimson Angel let out a roar of hunger and rage, crushing their inner doubts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the soul of the Apothecary Melos; even after ten thousand years of occupying this body and tormenting that soul, he had never fully erased it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost there. Almost there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Angel whispered softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Lord of Change had shown him his destiny—he would utterly replace Sanguinius, consume Sanguinius’s essence, and become a new Primarch,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Lord of Blood had granted him unparalleled power for this destiny, to seize Sanguinius’s throne,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it was not enough; the Crimson Angel even reached out to two other Divine Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle rejected him without hesitation; Mortarion, the Pale Death, descended from the heavens and banished him from Nurgle’s Garden,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Slaanesh, the Lord of Hunger, hesitated,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Lord of Hunger indeed saw the Crimson Angel’s potential—if the Crimson Angel truly replaced Sanguinius and became the new Sanguinius, it would be most enticing. It gave Slaanesh a chance to share in Sanguinius, the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Slaanesh was unwilling to provoke Zhou Yun—not until Zhou Yun ascended to godhood and crushed Inard completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Slaanesh refused the Crimson Angel’s request; He still stood with that Saint Doraemon for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Crimson Angel had other allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Electricity, sparks, and flickering thoughts erupted before the blood pool; the figure of the Creator Vashthor materialized from within,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his steel wings trembled faintly, his eyes glowing like furnace fire as he fixed his gaze upon the Crimson Angel suspended in midair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and beside Vashthor, the Primarch Perturabo and the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon appeared as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have completed the preparations, my ally,” Vashthor’s voice hissed like steaming vapor; as he spoke, a cascade of electrical sparks flashed across Corinarl,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each one a neural node of Vashthor’s, allowing him to perceive everything on the planet, fused with the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My fleet is already in position,” Warmaster Abaddon’s gloomy gaze swept over the entire blood pool, finally settling on the Crimson Angel, his expression turning slightly odd,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo’s expression mirrored Abaddon’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Angel had reshaped his exterior to resemble Sanguinius almost exactly—except he radiated an additional bloodthirsty, eerie aura, and wore no clothing, exposing his pale, muscular body to the air as blood streamed over him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius’s body was indeed perfect. This thought flashed simultaneously through Abaddon and Perturabo’s minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fleet is irrelevant,” Perturabo shifted his gaze slightly away from the Crimson Angel and changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them—the Crimson Angel, Vashthor, and Perturabo himself—knew this well,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the true key was the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have made ample preparations to face Sanguinius,” Perturabo had deployed countless Iron Rings to battle Sanguinius: “But our enemy is not only Sanguinius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Laine and Sanguinius both descend upon this planet, who will deal with him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo’s gaze swept over the Crimson Angel, Vashthor, and Abaddon,\u003C\u002Fp>",980,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e73bb0edd9af3ebc8943d049bae2ea7e09d43ab99e45a48aded0e180d0d3ce68","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-562","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-560",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]