[{"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-562":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},2265385,4422,"Chapter 562: Fugen: I Think I Can Sit on the Golden Throne!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-562",562,"\u003Cp>Guilliman certainly knew that Lion had long since been resurrected,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lion should have fully returned decades ago, just before Saint Dorala’s sleep,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Lion had never come to see Guilliman, nor had he joined the Empire’s command structure—he acted entirely on his own,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet Guilliman could not condemn Lion for it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>because every single appearance of Lion over these decades had been reported to Guilliman by his spies, so Guilliman knew exactly what Lion had done,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lion and his mysterious warriors would often appear suddenly at the most intense, critical, and dangerous moments of battle, instantly reversing the tide and helping Imperial forces overcome crises,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>without Lion’s independent actions, the Unyielding Crusade would not have progressed as smoothly as it now has. Guilliman had to admit: Lion had done well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Guilliman was even somewhat relieved that Lion had not come to see him, had not tried to seize control of the Empire’s military system,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>otherwise the ideological conflict between Guilliman and Lion might have led to disastrous consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, Guilliman himself had also been doing his best to avoid meeting Lion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he simply did not want to argue with Lion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but now it seemed unavoidable. Even for the sake of the Empire’s future, Guilliman needed to speak with Lion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who knew if one day Lion might snap and issue an Exterminatus order against some vital planet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman rubbed his temples, mentally rehearsing his words to Lion, steeling himself before walking toward the portal in the office of the Regent aboard the Macragge’s Glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his hand on the portal’s handle and was reminded of the devices Corvus had sent to the First Fleet, entrusted to Guilliman for testing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if those devices truly worked as Corvus had calculated, the Empire might finally be on the path to true recovery,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this thought infused a sliver of hope into Guilliman’s weary soul, giving him the strength to turn the handle and step through the portal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene before him shifted rapidly—he entered the Webway, opened and closed the portal several times, until finally arriving at the location of this small meeting: Saint Sanguinius’s flagship, the Red Tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pushed open the portal, Guilliman was met by a flood of bright light,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unlike his own office, Saint Sanguinius’s meeting chamber was far brighter, more spacious, and more comfortable; the walls were made of marble from Baal, carved with images of Saint Sanguinius’s angels, Lion’s lion emblem, Saint Dorala’s figure, and a double-headed eagle with wings spread wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stepped out of the portal and turned his gaze toward the chamber—the other four were already assembled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he saw Saint Sanguinius, whose gentle, beautiful face bore a faint smile as he regarded Guilliman, his eyes sparkling with keen interest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>every time he saw Saint Sanguinius, Guilliman felt his fatigue vanish quickly, for simply seeing him reminded Guilliman he was not alone—another brother stood beside him, holding up the weight of all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman saw Saint Dorala, whose mortal face had not changed in decades, his lips always curled in a slightly mocking smile, his eyes often glinting with amusement, yet for some reason, Guilliman sensed a dullness in his gaze—as if nothing before him could surprise him anymore,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for an instant, Guilliman vaguely felt that Zhou Yun had become somewhat like the Emperor. But the feeling vanished instantly—it must have been his imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhou Yun returned safely, Guilliman exhaled a long, deep breath—he was glad he had not truly become like the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Guilliman saw Lion. El’Jonson. The lion’s face, once terrifying to mortals, now appeared somewhat gentler, perhaps due to aging, the beard obscuring much of his face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had prepared himself mentally; seeing Lion, his emotions remained calm, untouched by memories of the past, and he nodded politely to Lion. Yet Lion’s gaze toward Guilliman carried a hint of pity—he wondered what Lion pitied him for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Guilliman saw Fulgrim. Beneath his white hair, his face remained as striking as ever. Perhaps he was arrogant and frivolous, but Guilliman had to admit—he was the brother most at ease with mortals, the one who inspired immediate admiration—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FULGRIM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A searing rage surged up from his spine, clawing toward his brain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he silently urged himself to calm down, but seeing Fulgrim’s handsome face, the slight upward curve of his thin lips, the violet eyes always hiding mockery, Guilliman felt his neck ache faintly—his fury was uncontrollable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guilliman, my dear brother, it is delightful to see you. After ten thousand years, have you become any more interesting?” Fugen smiled at Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“FULGRIM!!!!!!” Guilliman let out a bestial roar—this moment, he was more wolf than ever, even more feral than Russ,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his speed was blinding—the Emperor’s Sword flashed from its sheath in an instant, its blazing imperial fire carving a searing arc through the room, the blade arriving at Fulgrim’s throat in a blink—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled sound rang out—Lion El’Jonson raised his kite shield without a word, effortlessly blocking Guilliman’s strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lion!!!” Guilliman’s fury finally erupted—he turned on the Lion, his voice low and sharp: “Are you shielding this traitor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope you were this furious when you faced traitors on your own world,” Lion El’Jonson said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago, Lion had attempted to orbital-bombard Macragge to kill Korvus, but Guilliman had stopped him—this was one of their core conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Traitors must be slain, but sacrificing innocent lives is another matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>",903,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","85e02ccce1843c0a2b1b6a432ddbd4f86cd7cdea9589b2765068487df5ab0f4f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-563","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-561",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]