[{"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-577":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},2265400,4422,"Chapter 577","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-577",577,"\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Breaker fell like meteoric iron from the heavens, rolling waves of heat crashing down upon Abaddon’s jet-black Terminator power armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen felt a faint numbness in his fingers, his expression turning peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung twenty-two blows before finally cracking open Abaddon’s power armor, exposing his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Abaddon’s face, it was absurdly thick—no matter how many times the Breaker struck, it could never truly shatter Abaddon’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if some force beyond reality, beyond fate, were protecting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it the blessing of the Four Gods?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen stared at the grotesque runes etched into Abaddon’s charred body, each one like a tiny wound branded between his blood and flesh, twisted beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Abaddon appeared nearly human on the outside, beneath his skin, within his flesh, his body had already been warped by chaotic demonic energy into a state utterly inhuman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was these blessings of the Four Gods, flowing through his mutated body, that protected Abaddon from Fu Gen’s twenty-two heavy blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This resistance was not merely physical—it was a higher, fated resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods had twisted fate, forcibly ensuring Abaddon would not die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any attempt to kill Abaddon would inexplicably be resisted, weakened, nullified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an immensely powerful blessing, one reason Abaddon could roam the galaxy unchecked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fu Gen felt only contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To survive, Abaddon had allowed the Four Gods to desecrate his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still dared to claim he had not surrendered to the Four Gods, that he was an independent being, that he had manipulated the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was nothing but a plaything in the gods’ hands—a monster wrapped in human skin, his inner self twisted beyond recognition, a pitiful failure and fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the price of power was becoming this ugly, twisted, enslaved thing, Fu Gen would rather die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen looked at the grotesque Abaddon, and beyond contempt, he felt an uncontrollable sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his memory, he faintly saw Abaddon, saw his brother Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus stood atop the Soul of Vengeance’s platform, clad in armor as white as the moon, beside his Four Kings Council—so noble, so exalted, nearly perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But where was his noble brother now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And where were those noble warriors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Abaddon, you have sunk to this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the Horus of old, before his fall, saw this, how heartbroken he would be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are an impostor! You do not deserve to speak his name!” Abaddon struggled to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fu Gen kicked him in the chest, pinning him to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was flawed, corrupted, a failure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father forged us to become perfect beings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoever becomes truly perfect is the true Primarch of the Emperor’s Sons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen was unmoved by Abaddon’s words; he slowly raised his warhammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wondered if there was a way to bypass the gods’ blessing upon Abaddon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps not killing him outright, but slowly accumulating damage upon him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, draining his blood, letting him die slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, shattering his limbs bit by bit, overwhelming his will with agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, pulling out his spine inch by inch, leaving him utterly paralyzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, peeling off his skin, exposing his flesh directly to the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen was curious. Very curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he carried out all these acts, would Abaddon still survive? And if so, in what form?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had more than enough time to test his curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the gods’ blessing ensured Abaddon would not die easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let us begin by slowly crushing his limbs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, though this was Fu Gen’s first time doing such a thing, he did it with unnatural ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung the warhammer, striking Abaddon’s fingers—CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen knew Abaddon’s hide was thick, so after the blow, he did not lift the hammer immediately; instead, he pressed it hard against the ground, grinding like a millstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, grating sound of bone against metal rang out—shrill, ear-piercing, terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen meticulously ground Abaddon’s fingers into powder, as if engaged in a delicate art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaaah!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon clenched his teeth, but could not suppress a scream of agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fingers.” Fu Gen’s lips curled into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?” Abaddon, seeing Fu Gen’s smile, felt sudden terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forearm.” Fu Gen simply smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon’s heart lurched—but the Breaker came down again, another cruel grind, another grinding, another piercing shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elbow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Upper arm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoulder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Fu Gen spoke each clear, elegant word, Abaddon’s left arm dissolved into a pulpy mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s… over.” Abaddon watched Fu Gen lift the hammer, gasping for breath, his voice laced with false hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Over?”\u003C\u002Fp>",758,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0a3b0ffae49bdd27db3a30086c47fdf487fc55e430cd17979a23c5ac0aae3e7f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-578","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-576",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]