[{"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-572":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},2265395,4422,"Chapter 572: Feeling Less Than Rog Dorn","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-572",572,"\u003Cp>The Void Dragon, confined within the iron-ring robot, cautiously extended its energy-state tentacles into the fabric of reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was effortless for Him, almost instinctual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with fragmented memories, the Void Dragon still recalled the sea of energy that filled the newborn universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scorching energy swelled within the still-narrow cosmos; matter was yet an unformed concept, only photons surging and colliding, forming mutual annihilation of positrons and electrons, quarks and gluons unbound, freely traversing the universe, coalescing into dense quark-gluon plasma at hundreds of millions of degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for atoms? That was still a distant notion—protons and neutrons had not yet formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even in that era, the Star Gods had already been born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the very energies surging through the universe, energies that would later determine the laws of the material cosmos, sharing the same origin; the boundary between Star Gods and the universe was no clearer than that between a single-celled organism immersed in the primordial ocean and the ocean itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until all things began to cool, neutrons and protons formed, atomic nuclei captured electrons to become atoms, and photons escaped the cage of electromagnetism, becoming the first light illuminating the entire universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energies that had once mingled with them began to precipitate into matter, while those that never cooled remained solitary, forming themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with but a thought, they could still link to the energies that governed the material universe, effortlessly altering physical laws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for manipulating human technological artifacts—that was even easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void Dragon manipulated the iron-ring robot that bound it, slightly raising its arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the massive Oberon-class General Cannon disintegrated under the Void Dragon’s control into millions of components, then reassembled in another blink, hovering midair, aimed at Lyne Elarson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blazing glow of plasma flickered at the cannon’s muzzle, forming a brilliant pale star suspended high above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyne moved, and faintly around him appeared the dense forest, its canopy thick with leaves blocking out the sun—he sought to vanish into it, evading the aimed General Cannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden tearing sound rang out; eight thick arrows fell from the void, spiraling in coordinated formation around Lyne, three to five meters away, enclosing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the layered forest illusions around Lyne blurred, like an old television receiving signal interference during a thunderstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyne also felt a strange discomfort within, as if his soul and existence were being slightly expelled from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void Dragon was the Lord of Blackstone; He could effortlessly smelt Blackstone and manipulate these materials to weaken or amplify subspatial power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But He was but a fragment—the Blackstone temporarily refined was insufficient to fully suppress Lyne Elarson’s immense subspatial power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Void Dragon did not need to suppress him long—only long enough to prevent Lyne from fleeing into that strange forest before the General Cannon’s plasma blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still unsatisfied, the Void Dragon adjusted physical laws, making electrons easier to strip from atoms, creating denser, hotter plasma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not believe Lyne Elarson could withstand this blast—capable of destroying a hive city—with only that small metal shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the shield bore subspatial power, it would be nullified under Blackstone’s Yazhi .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, the Lion, realizing he could no longer walk through the forest, discarded his shield, letting the Emperor’s Shield fall to the ground with a crisp clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if Lyne had surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing plasma light burned Lyne’s eyes; he reached toward his cloak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman moved so swiftly he seemed to have abandoned his physical form, becoming a storm of pure white and crimson gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This storm swept across the battlefield, howling past one iron-ring robot after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred iron-ring robots, poured over by Perturabo with countless efforts, were falling at visible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo issued a rapid succession of commands, exhausting his tactical genius, forcing the scattered iron-ring robots to rapidly reform into formation, raising their heavy shields into a steel wall blocking the storm of Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel met steel with clanging echoes; the first shield wall was overturned in an instant, the second held only moments longer, and the third barely slowed Saint Guilliman for a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo seized that fleeting moment—he stepped forward, his entire iron body unfolding, massive metal components reshaping with dizzying speed, cables and plates growing like living tissue, countless war weapons erupting from him like demonic horns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, Perturabo became a steel behemoth the size of a Lord-Commander Knight; his mass was so immense his legs had to abandon humanoid form, each splitting into four segments, driving deep into the ground to support his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolters, meltas, arc weapons, plasma—Perturabo advanced like a thick steel wall, unleashing a torrent of fire upon Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His warhammer slammed into the storm raised by Saint Guilliman; the shockwave from their collision nearly shook the entire planet, the light generated bright enough to be seen from orbit with the naked eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spear of Completion suddenly pierced from the storm, charged with potent psychic energy, shattering Perturabo’s warhammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That warhammer was hastily forged—inferior to Fulgrim’s hand-forged, Ferrus and Perturabo-modified Inferno, unable to match the Emperor’s own forged Spear of Completion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shards of the shattered warhammer flew in all directions; Perturabo thrust out his hand, his iron fist gripping the Spear of Completion, metal structures on his arm twisting, forcibly dragging the Spear—and Saint Guilliman—toward himself.\u003C\u002Fp>",898,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1d81c028eae5d6adefd5d20a43e7f69cba66ff9620b2bba8078adb52139429b5","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-573","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-571",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]