[{"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-583":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},2265406,4422,"Chapter 583: Talarin: I Even Collected the Mother of the Primarchs","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-583",583,"\u003Cp>“What? Talarin, you’re saying you’ll return these two Voyager probes to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so kind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun smiled as he looked at Talarin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin’s quantum brain momentarily stalled, freezing for three to five seconds before processing the meaning of Zhou Yun’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by the time he realized it, it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Voyager probes he had collected for over ten thousand years vanished into Zhou Yun’s abdominal pocket in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin slightly opened his metal jaws, as if to speak, but ultimately said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words like “God of Machines,” “Primordial Power,” and “Soul of Machinery” flashed through Talarin’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how precious a collection, it could not compare to the fleeting moment of a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Talarin, is this all your collection amounts to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun turned his head, smiling slightly at Talarin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin instinctively sensed danger and stepped back a pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He internally sneered, feeling he had been treated like a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just lost a valuable artifact—would he now offer up something even more precious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Talarin always loved displaying his exhibits to visitors, could he not suppress this impulse? Could he possibly display his most precious artifacts knowing they might be stolen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible! Would Talarin sink to the level of those brain-dead necromancers, unable to control their obsessions and instincts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have one even rarer artifact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This artifact is unique across the galaxy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And it is intimately tied to you Gene-Primarchs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin declared to Zhou Yun and the Primarchs in a tone of boastful pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air fell into deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin himself froze for a moment, then lowered his head, as if filled with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin was not a miser, not one who stole priceless historical relics from across the galaxy and locked them away in dark, forgotten warehouses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin was a witness and guardian of history; his duty was to preserve the galaxy’s past and leave it for future generations to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key was beholdal—if no one beheld it, history would be forgotten, and Talarin could not allow that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since the artifact he intended to display was intimately tied to the Gene-Primarchs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Primarchs’ reaction upon seeing it would become a historic moment worthy of record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin simply could not hold back—he could not help but show his collection to Zhou Yun and the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?” Fulgrim was the first to show curiosity, eager to know what artifact could make Talarin so proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And according to Talarin, this artifact was intimately tied to the Gene-Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be the Vault of Primordial Blood?” Fulgrim had heard of this divine relic from Fabius—said to contain the complete genetic sequences of all twenty-one Gene-Primarchs, which Fabius coveted desperately but had never found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That is indeed a treasure worth collecting!” Talarin blurted out: “But according to my historical research, that artifact should be in the hands of my dear friend, Belisarius Cawl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My laboratory needs a new security system,” Belisarius Cawl said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can assign the Blood Ravens to guard it,” Saint Guilliman chuckled jokingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not going to tell us the Emperor on the Golden Throne is a fake, and the real one is in your collection, are you?” Guilliman glanced at the theatrical Talarin, his voice dry with his usual strange humor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know what’s more boring than serious Guilliman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guilliman trying to tell a joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim’s words made Guilliman’s expression twitch, drawing smiles from Saint Guilliman and Zhou Yun—even Belisarius Cawl couldn’t help nodding in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have long wished to recreate the scene near the Golden Throne. If you do not mind contributing to galactic history, allow me to enter the Throne Room—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mind very much. I refuse,” Guilliman shook his head. “The Emperor is indispensable to the present Human Empire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin gave a slight shake of his head, expressing his regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This artifact is not related to all Gene-Primarchs—only to one.” Talarin continued to obfuscate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one Primarch? The three present Primarchs all raised their eyebrows slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin was pleased with their expressions and let out a series of clicking laughs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My museum houses countless historical relics from across the galaxy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The head of Saint Sebastian Thor, the Emperor’s Imperial Guard, the last Lord of Cadia, Krieg, a world-soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even clones of your own kind have been displayed on my shelves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin looked at Fulgrim, who did not anger—only smiled and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet none of these compare to this artifact’s uniqueness. It belongs to one Gene-Primarch—and is something most other Gene-Primarchs lack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is exceedingly rare, and has always been the most important artifact in my collection of human relics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin raised his voice and declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I! Talarin, Curator of the Solernas Museum, have even collected a Gene-Primarch’s mother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gene-Primarch’s mother\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarch’s mother\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primarch’s mother\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talarin’s voice echoed through the museum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belisarius Cawl, Fulgrim, and Saint Guilliman all drew a sharp breath simultaneously, then turned to look at Roboute Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gene-Primarch’s mother” was an alien concept to the vast majority of Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Fulgrim nor Saint Guilliman had ever known a mother; most Primarchs were the same—perhaps they had foster fathers or grandfathers, but few had mothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if one spoke of a Gene-Primarch’s mother, Fulgrim and Saint Guilliman could think of only one: Roboute Guilliman’s foster mother, the venerable Lady Yulton.\u003C\u002Fp>",889,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","51bd60efe06620d22fc36de94f068fc92580ade38b17f873381ce511cfaa9bfc","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-584","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-582",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]