[{"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-571":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},2265394,4422,"Chapter 571: Perturabo, You Can Strangle Your Own Sister","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-571",571,"\u003Cp>“Are you interested in returning as the Regent of the Empire’s Shadow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman smiled brightly at Perturabo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo was utterly baffled by Saint Guilliman’s sudden words; for a moment, even his innate intellect faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you joking?” Perturabo growled in accusation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman looked at Perturabo with a gaze bordering on pity and said softly, “What you gained from Chaos is no greater than what you gained from our Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Dora is a generous being—he is willing to pay you for whatever you desire—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have no idea what I want! You cannot give me what I desire!” Perturabo commanded his iron-ring machines to surround Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s expression did not change; in his hand, the Spear of Final Effort became a swirling storm of crimson-gold, shredding iron filings into the air and severing the iron-ring machines’ steel bones like butter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know exactly what you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, how many Karyphynies have you built in these ten thousand years?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karyphynie was Perturabo’s adoptive sister, one of the few people he loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Karyphynie pointed out that Perturabo pretended to despise love, pretended to be indifferent to others’ affection, when in truth he craved being loved more than anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said Perturabo always chose the hardest path, the most painful pattern, because he secretly desired respect for it—he played the martyr, shouting: “Behold, the great Perturabo labors without complaint.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Perturabo’s behavior was fundamentally that of a petulant child—he never grew up, never stopped deceiving himself; he craved recognition yet feigned indifference, pretended to be as unyielding as steel while being as brittle as reeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, Perturabo, was the greatest fool she had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his rage, Perturabo strangled his adoptive sister himself—Karyphynie—and afterward, he regretted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because only after killing Karyphynie did Perturabo suddenly realize he had murdered the one person in the galaxy who truly cared for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over these ten thousand years, Perturabo had tried to build replicas of his adoptive sister, attempting to resurrect her, to atone for his mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have never built a single Karyphynie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo erupted in unprecedented fury, roaring, growling, bursting from within the iron-ring machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His iron body, like a wall of steel, rumbled as toxic steam roared from it, and a hammer larger than a Dreadnought’s torso swung toward Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Saint Guilliman merely sidestepped gracefully, letting Perturabo’s hammer strike empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have never built a single Karyphynie! Never successfully!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those were defective! Failures! Not true Karyphynies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo roared at Saint Guilliman as he swung his hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years had passed—he had forgotten how many Karyphynie replicas he had built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he remembered the fate of each one, just like the real Karyphynie: after Perturabo’s uncontrollable rage, their necks were snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand years. Every time. Every one. The same result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because they are not true Karyphynies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They are flawed, inferior copies! Karyphynie never treated me that way! Inferior copies must be destroyed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can give you the true Karyphynie,” Saint Guilliman said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air fell utterly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo ceased swinging his hammer; the iron-ring machines froze, staring blankly at Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything on the battlefield seemed suspended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re lying to me!” Perturabo growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to think, refused to judge—he instantly decided Saint Guilliman was deceiving him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is not I who lies to you, Perturabo,” Saint Guilliman said gently. “It is you who fears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are too clever—you already know that even if you saw the true Karyphynie again, you would only repeat the same mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>",587,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8db55712250d31405ca9c3895dd01832825406a8ef595cef39e2455e80dc58aa","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-572","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-570",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]