[{"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-593":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},2265416,4422,"Chapter 593","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-593",593,"\u003Cp>The first death seal to pop its head out of the pocket dimension felt a faint, nearly imperceptible whisper of wind, saw a sharp energy needle hurtling straight for its forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the death seal’s logic core could process the scene, the slender crystal energy needle pierced its skull, killing it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death seal’s headless body slumped and tumbled out of the pocket dimension, crashing heavily onto the stony ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden event stunned the other death seals entering reality from the pocket dimension for a barely detectable instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their logic cores could not comprehend the logic of what they saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We, death seals, were just sniped? ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, the death seals reacted with maximum speed; based on how the first death seal had died, they quickly determined this was an attack from some spirit-tribe weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confirmed: Spirit Tribe Ranger-style Sniper Rifle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confirmed target: Spirit Tribe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Counter-snipe program loaded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon used in the sniping originated from the Spirit Tribe, capable of targeting death seals, and their perception systems could not directly detect the attacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on the current situation, the death seals’ logic systems swiftly concluded: this was clearly an attack by a Spirit Tribe sniper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death seals’ kill protocol operated with extreme efficiency, reacting almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they had not observed the Spirit Tribe’s position, in that fleeting moment the Spirit Tribe had not yet completed its relocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using quantum trajectories, they instantly pinpointed the direction from which the energy needle had been fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The logic engine calculated the unknown Spirit Tribe sniper’s position in an instant; the death seals locked onto the target’s brain, neck, and heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The neural shredder fired, compressing subatomic particles into a lepton beam aimed at the direction the crystal energy needle had come from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hobien Bai Lu stared in stunned disbelief at the emerald beams that had just flashed past his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only he were a little taller, if only he weren’t a Lightlin ratman—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being a little rat has its advantages!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hobien Bai Lu did not hesitate—he immediately began relocating his position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He guessed that the unknown opponents, seeing his weapon, had mistakenly identified him as a Spirit Tribe member, so their first volley had targeted the Spirit Tribe’s vital points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those pointy-eared ones were all too tall—Hobien’s height barely reached their thighs, so the entire volley missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such luck could only happen once; the opponents had made their misjudgment so swiftly precisely to prevent Hobien from relocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before relocating, Hobien, relying on his instinctive sense of death and his body’s reflexes, fired another shot toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t worried about missing—he had once heard Lady Leina say that all things were the will of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon, that every coincidence was their design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hobien had never believed it—but right now, he faintly felt the Emperor’s and the Champion’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed his shot would surely hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply pulled the trigger—the aiming was left to the Champion’s will—————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another death seal’s head exploded and tumbled out of the pocket dimension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Death seals? ???” Xie Mohe staggered backward several steps, slashing off his own arm where Letna had struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm burned instantly into ash in a golden, searing flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he noticed the nearby death seals and immediately understood why Letna’s strike had not killed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, she had been wary of the death seals nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of intense shame surged through Xie Mohe’s consciousness—he felt his honor defiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been engaged in a one-on-one glorious duel with Letna, yet death seals had interfered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without needing to think, he knew who was responsible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zelas, you bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, it was Zelas the Illuminator, that shameless scoundrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe cursed violently, spewing a torrent of foul necrotic profanities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, his will surged through the Necrotic Control Protocol, forcibly suppressing the death seals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Divine Emperor, his will was nearly unstoppable within the Necrotic Dynasty—even death seals belonging to Zelas were held frozen for several seconds, unable to raise their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letna’s figure flashed, appearing instantly before the death seals; she swept her battle standard lightly, and the death seals turned to ash in golden flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the hidden laboratory buried in the deepest pocket dimensions, Zelas lifted his head slightly, watching several screens go dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death seals had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That inexplicable shot had ruined their ambush; without surprise, the death seals could no longer capture that human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zelas was unwilling to let go of such a precious experimental subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since humans entered the Spirit-Exorcising Dead Zone, Zelas had made unexpected discoveries: certain humans possessed resistance to the Anti-Supreme Matrix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was fascinating, deeply illogical—a cloud obscuring necrotic subspace knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clouds are not only shadows over science—they are also opportunities for progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zelas understood: if he unraveled the mystery within those humans, he could learn far more about subspace and the nature of souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not merely to fulfill the Silent King’s desire to reverse biological conversion,\u003C\u002Fp>",835,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0d501fc39833df220f5f5331b9d681a2825e9d9be8c171c2b015cf5b907bc641","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-594","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-592",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]