[{"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-594":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},2265417,4422,"Chapter 594: Ariman: Please, Don","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-594",594,"\u003Cp>Everything faded in an instant—the war-plowed earth turned from ash-brown to pure gray-white, the fire-stained sky lost its color, the Adeptus Astra Militarum uniforms looked washed too many times, and the silver bodies of the Necrons dulled to lifeless gray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the fragment of the Burning Star-God hanging midair lost its hue; the flames around him became blocks of black and white, no longer hot or searing, leaving only a dull, lifeless silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe stared at this scene in utter confusion—the anti-subspace field before him, represented by intersecting grid lines, trembled and roared wildly, like a sea undergoing an undersea earthquake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt everything within him slowing, fading, growing hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a trick of time manipulation; Xie Mohe was certain of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more as if his own existence had thinned, as if his existence had stalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around him receded like a tide—the sounds of the battlefield drifted to the distant horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faintly heard human cries, prayers, and praises—they were chanting the Emperor’s name—but their very presence had also grown thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if every entity on this battlefield—whether machine or flesh, memory or soul—was falling into isolated, mutual abysses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that human girl, the one named Jeanne, walked barefoot across the stony battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire—the fire that burned reality—flowed beneath her skin, then broke free of her fleshly bounds, surging forth like a roaring tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeanne opened her arms, and flames poured from her body, tearing through her skin and manifesting in reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything crackled, but unlike the Burning One’s fire, the golden flames around Jeanne burned with a soft sound—like silk gliding over water, like silent death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire poured from her eyes; Jeanne slightly opened her mouth and exhaled starlight, interweaving linen cloth and solar prominences like layered ribbons lifting her body, carrying her into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body blackened under the fire’s heat, yet the radiance around her grew ever brighter, like a star during an eclipse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Burning One let out a roar, struggling and twisting within the gray-white-black mass, drawing energy from reality—and for an instant, regained some color, sparks of orange-red flame erupting around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jeanne, suspended midair, merely lifted her face slightly; the flames nearly consumed her features, her eye sockets sunken deep, her flesh shriveled to near dryness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Necrons, immune to the Subspace, could feel it—Jeanne was almost a vessel for a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans, whose perception of the Subspace was keener, saw behind her—within the blazing golden flames—a faint figure seated upon a golden throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Burning One roared, charging toward Jeanne with crimson and orange flames, the primordial heat of the universe melting everything in its path; countless Necrons dissolved into molten iron under his roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeanne did not dodge or retreat—only in her hand, somehow, appeared a dagger forged from obsidian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ritual Dagger—a fragment of the weapon used in humanity’s first murder, forged into a Subspace artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised the dagger in one hand and swung it down hard toward the Burning One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the dagger transformed midair into a colossal, blazing golden sword—vast as a continent—crushing down upon the Burning One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, even the Burning One’s Star-God body seemed insignificant before that golden blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe’s nonexistent heart suddenly thudded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tomb-Techs had warned him—if the Black Stone Spire were pierced by intense Subspace energy, it would reverse polarity, shifting from suppressing the Subspace to amplifying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No no no, it’s fine—the Black Stone itself suppresses the Subspace and is extremely hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a massive black stone spire can't be easily pierced, can it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe suddenly realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Jeanne’s blazing golden sword pressing down, driving the Burning One straight into the Black Stone Spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Burning One’s scorching body slammed into the Spire, emitting a piercing shriek—his surrounding flames melted the Black Stone Spire outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immense Subspace energy concentrated on Jeanne surged into the Spire like a flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scorching golden flames poured through the melted gap in the Spire, flooding inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surging Subspace energy clashed violently against the Black Stone’s suppressive properties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Stone now acted like a tiny plug holding back a dam’s rupture, straining desperately to stop the Subspace flood from spilling into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the flood from the Subspace was too powerful—the Black Stone’s polarity reached its limit, then, like a compressed spring snapping back, it reversed violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the polarity of the Black Stone Spire reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dam built to block the Subspace shattered—and instead, it unleashed an endless torrent of Subspace energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grotesque Subspace rift formed atop the Black Stone Spire, flickering with boundless stillness and searing golden flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, even the Burning One was swallowed by the rift, drowned in the Subspace flood, lost to wherever it carried him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the rift collided and expanded, releasing even more Subspace energy—suddenly engulfing everything around it in that tidal surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans were unaffected; instead, their spirits grew fiercer, their emotions more exalted, they chanted loudly in praise of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon—and their praise itself strengthened the Subspace energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons, however, began to burn under the Subspace energy’s wash—as if ritually slaughtered, countless Necrons were drowned and obliterated in this tide of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viceroy Xie Mohe could not escape the Subspace flood’s wash. He gazed at Jeanne, suspended midair like a blazing star, at the figure that seemed divinely possessed by the roaring flames—and on his metallic face, an expression bordering on disbelief appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your race is truly insane,” Xie Mohe sighed, then was swallowed by the Subspace flood—his living metal body turned to ash and vanished in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Subspace rift spiraled along the planet’s orbit, continuously venting Subspace power into the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Xie Mohe had concentrated the effect of the Exorcism Dead Zone entirely upon the planet’s surface, the Subspace energy spread unimpeded in all directions across the star systems.\u003C\u002Fp>",988,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2359ae5d3861d750629bcde514dfe2f1419a0e7e4b765038393b7239e8840a48","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-595","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-593",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]