[{"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-578":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},2265401,4422,"Chapter 578: Vashthor is truly a loyal and honest man!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-578",578,"\u003Cp>Thick fluid surged from the pipes and poured into his broken body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes had been gouged out, his eyelids sewn shut with neat, uniform threads; his lips had been stripped away, his teeth pulled clean, and the steel cone once used to secure his jaws had been removed by Vashthor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms and legs were gone, his torso below the chest was gone; his internal organs floated in the emerald fluid, two hearts and three lungs faintly visible through the severed stumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin had been meticulously stripped away, the skinning artist’s skill so exquisite it was breathtaking—while removing Abaddon’s entire epidermis, not a single muscle beneath was damaged, leaving Abaddon’s crimson muscles exposed, slowly twitching and convulsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torturer had even cruelly chopped off Abaddon’s topknot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this did not mean Abaddon looked ugly at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor gazed at Abaddon with an appreciative eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit, Abaddon at this moment stood at the peak of his aesthetic perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon’s limbs had been severed with such precision, symmetry, and absolute accuracy; the incisions on his torso perfectly aligned his form with the golden ratio; the organs hanging from his flesh appeared random, yet his intestines had been coiled into a Fibonacci sequence and pinned in place with steel needles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excess intestines and organs like the liver had been excised, leaving only the colon, naturally suspended by a pear-shaped metal object inserted within it, forming a golden triangle with the two hearts slightly protruding from the upper torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The muscles beneath his stripped skin had not been left unshaped—dust had been carefully wiped away, then infused with fresh blood, sculpting his musculature into a vivid crimson hue like rubies, perfectly swollen yet elongated, preserving both grace and strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor could sense the creator’s ingenuity, the creator’s aesthetic sensibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a fool devoid of any knowledge of proportional beauty would, upon seeing Abaddon’s remains, instinctively perceive beauty alongside fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor himself refused to call it a “remnant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the perspectives of aesthetics and mathematics, Abaddon at this moment was more complete, more perfect than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this the cooperation you promised?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon opened his toothless mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in this state, he had not died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor could only marvel at the power of the Four Gods—so great that they forbade Abaddon’s death, and so he lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too aspired to ascend to such a position, reach the ultimate state, then unravel the principles of all things, comprehend the nature of mind and matter across both realms, attain true freedom, seek the knowledge he desired, create the objects he willed, regardless of morality, justice, or allegiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I gathered so many key fragments for you! And you abandoned me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vashthor! You bastard!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon roared at Vashthor with all his strength, his maimed body trembling violently, ruining the earlier beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I lost one body to Doraemon’s Great Demon and the God-Chosen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor spoke calmly; Abaddon’s rage stirred no anger in him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This was an act of force majeure—not a breach of contract. It is explicitly documented in the 1,679th supplementary clause of our agreement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell reads all your contracts!!” Abaddon roared in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now had no limbs, most of his organs excised, two-thirds of his spine removed, his skin entirely stripped—he was nearly a cripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for the gods’ blessing sustaining his life, he would have been dead long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must heal me! You must make me stand again!!” Abaddon croaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor sighed wearily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did Abaddon think he was doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before Abaddon awoke, Vashthor had already begun his treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know that Foggrym had inserted over a thousand barbed needles into Abaddon’s three lungs; Vashthor had to extract each one by one to avoid compromising the next phase of healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will heal you, as stipulated in Article 138 of our contract.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That is: Vashthor is obligated to treat Warlord Abaddon’s current and future injuries in the manner he deems best, ensuring Abaddon remains in optimal condition to fulfill his obligation of assisting Vashthor in collecting key fragments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor spoke with calm, unshakable certainty:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will make you stand again. I will restore your ability to wield the demonic blade Delanicon. I will rearm you with Horus’s Claws. I will return your combat prowess—and make you taller, stronger, more powerful than before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor’s words carried a sincerity Abaddon had not felt in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts told him Vashthor was not lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Abaddon still could not help asking, skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply could not trust these entities of the Warp—even though Vashthor had always seemed different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is written in our contract. I will never break a contract I signed myself,” Vashthor said, his tone absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Abaddon was moved—he felt Vashthor was truly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not like other Warp entities, full of lies and riddles; he spoke plainly, openly, everything laid bare in the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honest. Reliable. Trustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor ordered a squad of Iron Warriors to lift the life-support capsule containing Abaddon and carry it out of the treatment chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How will you heal me?” Abaddon asked, slightly uneasy as he lay in the capsule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the capsule resembled a coffin—he was a corpse being carried, destined for his own grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thought stirred unease in Abaddon, prompting him to speak up.\u003C\u002Fp>",884,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","57e6488c8084a2c88294366129eb2b8b195d9ccd3bc3323db36b314861ce277f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-579","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-577",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]