[{"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-574":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},2265397,4422,"Chapter 574: Blood Crow: Victory!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-574",574,"\u003Cp>They were never angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were ghouls, mutants, the bloodiest, cruelest blade forged by the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged them from the deepest caverns of Pluto, exposing their twisted limbs to thin sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrified, they bowed, knelt, and begged before the Golden King, not understanding why he attacked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were merely the most insignificant inhabitants of the unremarkable planet Pluto, mutated beyond recognition from their ancestors to survive its dwarf-planet environment, just as Pluto itself had been downgraded from planet to dwarf-planet in an age humanity had long forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Golden King came, unleashing bloodthirsty monsters clad in crimson armor, burrowing into their tunnels, invading, slaughtering, capturing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They used every skill they had to resist the Golden King, but to no avail—he killed all their leaders, dragging them one by one from their burrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knelt before the Golden King, whose perfect, sacred body burned their flesh with searing pain, like the sun barely visible from Pluto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden King did not kill them; had he wished to, he needed only to obliterate the dwarf planet with his fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden King implanted gene-seed into their bodies, reshaping their blood, flesh, bone, and genes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were remade: their former mutations vanished, their weak minds utterly reforged—they grew tall, strong, limbed like normal men, with golden hair and handsome faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, they remained mutants, vile monsters, even more deformed and terrifying than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant their transformation was complete, they felt the bloodlust surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were clad in the same crimson power armor as those bloodthirsty monsters, given the same names, their minds shaped to mirror those monsters’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were remade into the very bloodthirsty monsters that had slaughtered them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Ninth Legion, vile ghouls who devoured the corpses of their comrades and drank the blood of their enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were raised from mutants and forged by the Emperor into crimson, vile blades, bearing the cruelest, bloodiest face of the Great Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beautiful one, beautiful angel, beautiful Son of Gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile calmed their hearts, his sorrow soothed their fate, his gentle words quelled their bloodlust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said they were his children, that he would save them, that he would remake them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not mutants, not ghouls—they were pure angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought art, poetry, painting, forging, sculpture—using these beautiful things to reshape their souls, helping them suppress the crimson hunger within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to work. Slowly, they crawled out of the ghoul’s abyss; their reputation changed, and in the eyes of the Empire’s countless masses, they became angels, tasting honor they had never known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But had they truly become angels from ghouls?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those deep, silent nights, the crimson hunger tormented them, driving them to restless, sleepless agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bloodiest battlefields, the rage of those around them awakened them, their reason thinned to near nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In lonely corners, staring at the blood pooling from comrades’ or enemies’ corpses, their throats tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, they were terrified—more terrified than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They feared becoming their former selves again, the twisted ghoul, defiling the honor now upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, they feared betraying their father’s hope, betraying the Son of Gold’s mercy, betraying that beautiful one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father, Son of Gold, beautiful one—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You were wrong. No matter how much you pity us now,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>our flesh remains ghoul, our blood remains mutant blood, our fate remains blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those pains, that resentment, that struggle—all erupted into naked fury the moment death came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fury against enemies, against comrades, against themselves, against the Golden King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor, why did you forge us into such ugly, bloodthirsty creatures, yet give us a gene-father so beautiful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it to control us? To humiliate us?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or did you ever intend to make our father a ghoul too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the chaotic currents of the Warp disrupt your plan, saving our father, and by chance make him an angel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thought was the fiercest of all their rage—nearly naked hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning, burning, burning—until chosen by the Blood God, remade into the Red Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Angel is the fury of all Sanguinius’s children, the form the Emperor had originally planned for Sanguinius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bloodthirsty monster more ravenous, more furious, more mad than any other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden King, we hate you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Son of Gold, we we we\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon and Fulgrim stepped back simultaneously, distancing themselves from the Red Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the fury of Sanguinius, accumulated in the Warp over ten thousand years, erupted at once—igniting the Red Angel in crimson flame, consuming and devouring all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood boiled and evaporated; marble structures dissolved in an instant, turning to ash carried away by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire roared, and faintly, millions of ghouls howled, lunging at Abaddon and Fulgrim.\u003C\u002Fp>",784,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","80c96b2761b93008e47ed4b8db2a8e0a403bc0630553263cfa3b274bbcf3039e","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-575","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-573",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]