[{"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-570":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},2265393,4422,"Chapter 570","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-570",570,"\u003Cp>The moment that breathtakingly beautiful face appeared, Abaddon’s body froze rigidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient memories were instantly awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver hair, the strikingly beautiful face, the violet eyes filled with mockery, the slightly upturned thin lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FULGURIOUS!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgurios, the Primarch of the Sons of the Emperor!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t the age of the Primarchs supposed to be over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why have Primarchs been appearing like dumplings in the last few decades?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanguinius, Guilliman, and Leman Russ I can accept—but now Fulgurios is serving the Imperium too??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon nearly turned and fled outright, leaving the Red Angel to face this Primarch of peerless martial mastery alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Abaddon’s battle instincts still detected something strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed that this Fulgurios wasn’t nearly as powerful as he should be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the Red Angel could barely withstand Fulgurios’s assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Abaddon knew that if Fulgurios unleashed his full power, even another Primarch like Robert Guilliman would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could a mere demon like the Red Angel possibly survive Fulgurios’s attacks? This made no sense. This was deeply wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon felt a familiar sensation emanating from Fulgurios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cloned Primarch?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon had once led hundreds of Space Marines and Khaen and Khaen’s Red Letters to surround and kill a clone of Horus—and Abaddon himself had slain that clone with Horus’s Claw, so he could clearly distinguish the difference between a cloned Primarch and the true one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Fulgurios was clearly a clone—more refined, more lucid, more rational than the original Horus clone—but undoubtedly the work of that bastard Fabius Bile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so, perhaps he could fight. And Abaddon believed his chances of victory were high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held the demonic blade Dranicon. After all, a cloned Primarch was still human—and Dranicon, born from humanity’s first murder, was the natural enemy of all humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought clear, Abaddon instantly became a swirling vortex of blackness, driving the sapphire-hued demonic blade Dranicon straight at Fulgurios—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dranicon missed. Abaddon stumbled, nearly falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worthless! How could you miss?!” Abaddon cursed Dranicon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dranicon paused, its blade flickering with question marks: “Are you fucking insane? You swung the sword—how dare you blame me for missing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgurios gave Abaddon and Dranicon no chance to argue. He crushed a high-efficiency pill between his teeth; his movement speed surged dramatically, becoming a blur as he swung his Warhammer, Inferno, at Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dranicon cursed and forcibly twisted Abaddon’s arm to swing itself toward Fulgurios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic blade clashed with Inferno; Fulgurios felt a bone-chilling pain surge through him and staggered backward several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dranicon immediately sensed that the slight force it had unleashed had not continued to corrode Fulgurios’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dagger of obsidian hung at Fulgurios’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ritual Dagger?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dranicon was slightly startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Ritual Dagger was forged from eight fragments of the Blade of the Enemy, inherently capable of severing reality, corrupting the greatest heroes, launching lethal strikes, and protecting its wielder from fatal harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more crucially, the Blade of the Enemy was the weapon used in humanity’s first murder—and thus shared the same origin as Dranicon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Ritual Dagger could partially neutralize Dranicon’s dominion over humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the Ritual Dagger was merely eight fragments of the Blade of the Enemy; even the full Blade could not fully negate Dranicon’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Dranicon unleashed his full strength, he could easily shatter that Ritual Dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why should Dranicon unleash his full strength? What benefit would that bring him? Why should he exert himself so much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should a sword exert himself? He’s just a sword!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Inferno is no ordinary weapon—what if he smashes into it and dulls himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being a sword, the most important thing is to preserve yourself. Giving ten percent effort is more than enough to satisfy the Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, Dranicon’s sapphire glow flared slightly—but the actual power he released dropped sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Abaddon didn’t know. He only felt Dranicon had brightened, assuming the blade had finally taken the fight seriously and was now truly exerting itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon instantly rejoiced—his chances of victory had just increased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Warmaster stepped forward, his demonic blade surging with swirling warp energy as he brought it down in a sweeping arc toward Fulgurios, radiating formidable might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fulgurios gripped his hammer with both hands and swung it hard, colliding once more with Dranicon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shockwave erupted—but this time, Dranicon was repelled by Inferno, sending Abaddon reeling backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Abaddon froze in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>",729,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","67146cc924e64c62a560d668508d29d079557e63f9f4834cca5d69c491100441","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-571","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-569",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]