[{"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-569":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},2265392,4422,"Chapter 569: Perturabo, You May Serve as Regent of the Empire","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-569",569,"\u003Cp>BOOM!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was finally his enhanced perception, forged by the Psychic Training Box, that allowed Fenni to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body spun violently, his power sword horizontal, colliding with the teardrop-shaped spear identical to the Bighorn Spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A force like a meteor striking the earth slammed into him; Fenni felt this spear’s power was several times greater than Seth’s full-force chainsword swing in the training yard, nearly shattering his arm bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenni’s eyes bulged as he squeezed every ounce of strength from his superhuman body, draining every thread of will from his mind into a psychic barrier before the spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp crack rang out—Fenni’s power sword, overloaded, shattered on the spot and plunged diagonally into the ground beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloodstained, foul spear was also flung away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To block that spear, you rank among the top among the Astartes who carry Saint Guilliman’s blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear voice rang out; white wings streaked with blood slowly trembled, while golden-threaded hair danced in the stinking wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment that figure appeared, every Astartes in this blood-soaked breeding ground who carried Saint Guilliman’s blood felt a sudden surge of scorching rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after seeing the figure’s face—the rage burned even hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face was nearly identical to Saint Guilliman’s, except his eyes were brighter red and his fangs slightly protruded above his upper lip, making him far more bloodthirsty than the true Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Angel, the demon of the Blood God, born from the fury of every Blood Angel, descended into this breeding ground, fixing Fenni with a crimson hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you embrace your true desire, release your rage, you will become superior,” the Red Angel smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word he spoke stoked Fenni, awakening the crimson hunger within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenni gritted his teeth, suppressing the hunger and rage within, and growled: “Fake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Angel chuckled coldly two or three times: “Fake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know the cursed one never intended Saint Guilliman to look like me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All know the Blood Angels stem from Saint Guilliman’s gene-sequence—but before Saint Guilliman’s return, where was there even a hint of angels among those ghouls?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ghouls were the cursed one’s design for you, for Saint Guilliman. Angels were merely accidental mutations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should not suppress your nature. Embrace it. Accept that you are ghouls—it will bring you peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you even deserve to call yourself Primarch?” Fenni bit his teeth, struggling to hold onto reason, and pointed his broken sword at the Red Angel: “If so, why do you hide your face, afraid to face Saint Guilliman and Leman Russ?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenni had already sensed it—the Red Angel was not as close to the Primarch as he claimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the true Saint Guilliman struck, Fenni would have had no chance to block that spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Angel is not this strong!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past decades, Fenni had trained with many skilled Blood Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, among the Blood Angels, excluding the Primarchs, the strongest without psychic power was Lord Dante, after his Primaris augmentation; next came Gabriel Seth, Warlord of the Flesh Tearers—and Seth was far stronger than Fenni.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Fenni’s judgment, the Red Angel’s strength was at most slightly greater than Dante’s, far below Saint Guilliman’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fenni still had fight left in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Angel’s cheek twitched slightly—Fenni’s words had struck a nerve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soon you will learn how to address me,” the Red Angel growled, thick with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bloody ritual was underway; Corinarl itself was a sacrifice ground, and the slain Sons of Saint Guilliman, brimming with rage, were the Red Angel’s offerings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Angel felt the blood flow, felt himself drawing ever closer to Saint Guilliman—almost there. Almost there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why waste words with them? Just kill them,” a growl roused the Red Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blasphemous Chaotic energy surged like a hurricane; a towering man clad in Terminator power armor, with a towering topknot, stepped through the blood pool into the breeding ground, wielding a pale-blue demonic sword forged from countless human faces—just one glance at the blade filled every human present with the dread of a mortal enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Warmaster, the Great Devourer Abaddon, coldly surveyed the surroundings:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything proceeds as planned. The Star God has blocked Leman Russ. Perturabo has blocked Saint Guilliman. The only issue is that Vash’tor has vanished somewhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why delay? Kill them now, complete the ritual, and take Saint Guilliman’s place!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon’s urgency stemmed largely from the fact that he could only regain his peak combat strength through Vash’tor’s creations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Vash’tor’s creations had a time limit—the longer he waited, the more likely he was to revert to his crippled, paralyzed state, and the greater the danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Angel smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should no longer waste mercy on this traitor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fenni, die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the words ended, the Red Angel appeared before Fenni; the spear, identical to the Bighorn Spear, now rested in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear plunged downward instantly; Fenni barely raised his broken sword to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Red Angel’s strength had inexplicably surged beyond what it was before—shattering Fenni’s broken sword from his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fool. You, a mere Captain, dare fight me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am the Primarch’s embryo, the Red Angel who will replace Saint Guilliman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every time an Astartes carrying the Sacred Blood dies here in rage, I draw closer to the Primarch.”\u003C\u002Fp>",886,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","46f94f51ad95da18abb8d0abc37da4251eba471cb7d0240835399d9a5825d9db","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-570","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-568",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]