[{"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-581":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},2265404,4422,"Chapter 581","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-581",581,"\u003Cp>The Nephilim Sector, the Calidra Battle Group is piercing through this silent expanse of stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Calidra Battle Group is the vanguard of the Indomitable Crusade’s First Fleet, its armament nearly equaling the combined strength of several battle groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They marched through the ravaged star regions of the Imperial Holy Domain, liberating world after world, engaging in brutal bloodshed against countless enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their true objective has always been the Nephilim Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Great Rift opened, the Warp was filled with psychic distress calls; the Nephilim System was initially no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as time passed, while distress calls from other systems grew louder, the Nephilim System gradually fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Nephilim Sector, there were no agonized screams, no desperate pleas for aid, no whispers of Warp-tainted filth—only a deathly stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This situation drew the attention of Regent Primarch Guilliman, who dispatched Admiral Marun to lead the Calidra Battle Group into the Nephilim Sector to investigate its condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But shortly after entering the Nephilim Sector, Marun’s forces encountered a series of bizarre phenomena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, the psykers aboard the ships began to suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These psykers would periodically grow vacant and terrified, sometimes seizing like fish gasping out of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many mortal psykers, astropaths, and navigators lost control and had to be executed or restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Adeptus Astartes Librarians fared relatively better; according to them, they could no longer perceive the Warp at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some claimed the Warp had dried up into a stagnant pool of utter death; others insisted the Warp’s storms still raged, but some dome-like barrier blocked the floodwaters of the Empyrean in this sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most gifted prophetic Adeptus Astartes Librarians could see only a cold, silent void in their futures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, problems emerged with the ships’ Geller Fields and Warp navigation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some vessels experienced sudden, unheralded disintegration of their Geller Fields during Warp travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But stranger still, the ships stripped of Geller Field protection suffered no demonic incursions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some called it a miracle, a blessing from the Emperor and Saint Doraemon; even within the Ecclesiarchy, some openly proclaimed it as such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet members of the Church of Saint Doraemon and the Battle Sisters privately told Admiral Marun this was no miracle—it was a complete anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp engines themselves soon malfunctioned; Warp travel became increasingly difficult and arduous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Members of the Adeptus Mechanicus claimed they were gliding over a lake that was drying up—the efficiency of their Warp engines was steadily declining, even with the presence of Saint Doraemon’s Holy Knight Icons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many superstitious captains, terrified psykers, and anxious Astra Militarum urged Marun not to advance further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Marun refused to return empty-handed; he at least wished to uncover more concrete details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus priests wholeheartedly supported this course, their twenty-two mechanical hands applauding, deeply curious about the phenomenon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, one Mechanicus priest made a discovery—he detected an anomalous energy signature on a nearby planet, deeming it the key to the Nephilim Sector’s anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A joint force of Astra Militarum, Space Marines, Battle Sisters, and Black Templars landed on the planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Imperial star charts, it was marked as an agricultural world, home to billions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon landing, the Imperial forces sensed something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too silent. Too hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the flattened continents, unharvested crops swayed in the wind, yet no one harvested them; dwellings stood empty, meals still sat on tables, spoiled and cold; machinery in agricultural processing plants continued to rumble; fertilizer guilds still pumped toxic compounds into the atmosphere; some unmanned farm vehicles still operated, driving endlessly across the perfectly flat terrain toward the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire planet was utterly devoid of life—as if everyone had simultaneously stopped what they were doing and vanished at the same moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, strange afflictions began appearing among the Imperial forces: many Astra Militarum grew abnormally weary, weakened to the point of collapse, unable to move, and eventually ceased all motion and speech, frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psykers suffered even worse—they screamed of suffocation, descended into madness, and then committed suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Space Marines were affected to some degree, growing exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly half of the Mechanicus priests also succumbed, showing signs of fatigue and weakness—those who venerated Omnissiah more than the Primordial Engine, and the Machine God more than Saint Doraemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the devout followers of Saint Doraemon among the Mechanicus, the Battle Sisters, and the Black Templars remained unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if their fervent faith in the Emperor and Saint Doraemon protected them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They soon discovered the source: on the agricultural world stood a spire forged from black stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing the substance known as black stone, the Mechanicus priests immediately concluded it was a Necron artifact that had severed the Warp, disrupting their plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed confirmed their suspicion—the Necrons suddenly emerged from a pocket dimension and launched a dishonorable ambush against the Imperial forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target was strange: ordinary Astra Militarum seemed to hold no interest for them; they did not appear to seek to kill the Imperial troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they concentrated their fire to surround the Battle Sisters, Mechanicus priests, and Black Templars—those untouched by the black stone—as if attempting to capture them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Necrons’ assault was poorly prepared, and at a critical moment, a Black Templar warrior suddenly declared he had received enlightenment from the Emperor, becoming an Emperor’s Champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Champion, wielding a black blade and clad in black armor wreathed in radiant, sunlike light, sacrificed himself to repel the Necron forces and cover the retreat of the main body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Admiral Marun’s flagship, the Fist, Marun convened his war council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My warriors still hold faith—the Emperor’s will undoubtedly protects us; His wrath awaits our release!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will not forgive these vile xenos; I will not retreat. I swear by the Emperor and Sigismund!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Said Marshal Kurts of the Black Templars, with unyielding resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The real problem is our increasingly difficult Warp travel—only one in ten Warp jumps succeeds. If this continues, we’ll be forced to rely solely on sub-light engines.” Spoke Captain Zeranthius, Commander of the Imperial Guard Shield Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the lifting of the restrictions, the Imperial Guard had joined various battle groups, engaging in galactic warfare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were less affected by the anti-Warp fields emitted by the black stone, but unlike the Battle Sisters and Black Templars, they did not seem protected by faith—rather, they appeared inherently adapted to thin Warp environments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a trap,” said General Obolon of the Astra Militarum, tapping the table. “Admiral Marun, the further we advance, the deeper we sink into this quagmire—until we lose all chance of retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obolon’s Astra Militarum had suffered the heaviest losses; his face was etched with exhaustion and pain—he naturally desired withdrawal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marshal Kurts of the Black Templars insisted on not retreating from the Nephilim Sector; Captain Zeranthius of the Imperial Guard hesitated; the Astra Militarum demanded immediate retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All understood that Warp travel was worsening—if they retreated now, re-entry would be nearly impossible; if they did not retreat, escape would become equally difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admiral Marun, however, shook his head; his expression was not as tense as the others’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still held one final card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before entering the Nephilim Sector, the Regent entrusted us with an object.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is the creation of the Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, said to be the product of research into Saint Doraemon—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Doraemon is not a god,” said Sister Superior Yeshuni, smiling at Admiral Marun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admiral Marun was a devout Ecclesiarchal believer, but he did not reject the Saint Doraemon faith—he even leaned toward the Doraemonist sect of over a decade ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sect claimed both the Emperor and Saint Doraemon were true gods—and they were declared heretics by the Battle Sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Maiden Jeanne personally led the purge; the Battle Sisters, always poor at debate, chose to argue with the most forceful of edicts: twenty-two days of golden, blazing fire consumed the sect’s homeworld, leaving not even ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bead of sweat rolled down Admiral Marun’s brow—he was affected by the anti-Warp field, his mind slightly clouded, and he had spoken carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is said to be the product of research into Saint Doraemon’s wisdom,” Marun corrected himself promptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not corrected himself, the Battle Sister might have silenced him with a bolter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean this artifact can resolve our current predicament?” asked Captain Zeranthius, his tone subtly skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an Imperial Guard, he had tilled soil beneath the Imperial Palace—he did not underestimate Saint Doraemon’s power—but he doubted whether humans could truly comprehend the wisdom of Saint Doraemon’s artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Imperial Guard’s superhuman intellect remained utterly baffled when studying Saint Doraemon’s devices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I even suspect that Archmagos Belisarius Cawl’s invention was made precisely for this moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The great Regent must have foreseen the situation within the Nephilim Sector.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marun’s voice carried devotion and fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am more inclined to believe it is Saint Doraemon’s will,” said Sister Superior Yeshuni, blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marun nodded in quiet agreement; rumors had recently spread through the battle group—that Saint Doraemon had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marun turned to the representative of the Mechanicus, his gaze asking whether preparations were complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archmagos’ device was immensely complex; the battle group’s Mechanicus priests could not comprehend its principles, and could only follow step-by-step instructions handwritten by Archmagos Cawl, requiring considerable time to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mechanicus priest nodded—everything was ready; all that remained was for Marun to issue the command and activate the device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen, witness a great creation,” Marun smiled at the war council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity surfaced on their faces as they followed Marun to the very front of the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast viewport, spanning at least two hundred degrees, encircled the bridge; stars shimmered faintly in the void, and between them floated eight vessels of peculiar design, directly before Marun’s flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eight ships hung in the void in a rectangular formation, each uniquely shaped: the four at the corners resembled right angles; the four along the top, bottom, left, and right resembled long bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eight ships floated in the void like a broken doorframe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the bridge, beneath the massive viewport, stood a door panel of pinkish-red wood—the doorframe had been removed, its whereabouts unknown; cables extended from the door’s edges, connecting to a series of massive machines nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How has the Door been dismantled like this?! Isn’t this sacrilege?” asked General Obolon of the Astra Militarum, voice tinged with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recognized the pinkish-red wooden door—it was the Door, one of Saint Doraemon’s most iconic artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Made by Archmagos Belisarius Dora Cawl? Then it’s not sacrilege,” Sister Yeshuni emphasized the “Dora” in the name.\u003C\u002Fp>",1758,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3168a77c5eccc2c3e598c2821bc57a9733ec0efef53ff93542ac52003107af0b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-582","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-580",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]