[{"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-60":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},2264883,4422,"Chapter 60: I Want to See the True Commander of the Fourteenth Legion!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-60",60,"\u003Cp>Monge stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a face utterly foreign to him—his horns had been reshaped, his skin turned a faint yellowish hue like a normal human’s, his facial contours softened, and the pus-filled sores and inflammations cleverly concealed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>making Monge appear merely a middle-aged man with horns and mild mutations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge hesitantly touched his face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just moments ago, Zhou Yun had suddenly pulled out a large jar of strange gray clay from nowhere,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pressed it onto Monge’s face, and in an instant transformed his appearance completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder, no wonder he said Monge could come along too,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge could feel Zhou Yun still harbored considerable wariness toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked toward Zhou Yun, standing in the corner of the shed, molding his own face with that peculiar clay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Higher on the cheeks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun asked the winged figure in the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, another two millimeters up—perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hairline higher—Khiriman’s hairline isn’t this low.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eyes? Got the look yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, that’s exactly the gaze Khiriman had ten thousand years ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, adjust the corners of the mouth like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder Khiriman’s face made my brothers suspect him of rebellion ten thousand years ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina, Marikit, and Monge stared at Zhou Yun in utter confusion as he muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is your dad schizophrenic?” Monge couldn’t help crouching down and asking Leina beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina gave Monge a disgusted look and quickly pulled away from him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving Monge frozen in place, his whole body seeming to gray out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun studied the face reflected in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to face the others,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Monge and Marikit’s expressions changed instantly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a face styled after the Mediterranean coasts of Europa, every muscle seemingly carved by the most masterful sculptor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his eyebrows sharp as if sliced by a blade, eyes deep in their sockets filled with reason and wisdom, yet upon closer inspection, a buried fury lurked beneath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his lips thin and pressed into a straight line like a sheath holding a razor-sharp tongue, his chin thick and heavy, exuding the authority of a ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This face was not as terrifying as Zhou Yun’s earlier lion visage, yet it instinctively inspired reverence, as if facing a ruler of hundreds of worlds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and after a few seconds of staring, Monge and Marikit quickly sensed the terrifying fury hidden beneath this face’s cold rationality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Thirteenth!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child of Vengeance!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cursed Offspring!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of angelic wails echoed in Monge’s mind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the fear this face evoked felt even more horrifying than the lion visage before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun seemed to notice Monge’s stunned expression,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he turned to Monge, a faintly cold smile on his lips, deliberately lowering his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell Old Fourteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the Warp stirs, you and I each lead a hundred thousand Astartes—see who returns victorious, who does the shit-swim.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Monge looked bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, as if not yet done, paced the shed still wearing the face the angels called “Child of Vengeance,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell your angels again—tell Old Fourteen: I want to see the true commander of the Fourteenth Legion. He can step down, this company commander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Yun waved his hand with feigned authority,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>muttering under his breath: “No one understands Astartes better than I do.” “Second.” “Khiriman is en route to Terra.” “Send for the stretcher team!” “Dorn, help me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge and Marikit stared, utterly baffled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all they heard were the angels’ continuous exclamations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s face scrunched up, yet her lips twitched, barely holding back a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light curled its wings and burst into laughter,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you have complaints about our Primarchs, go tell Khiriman to his face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop laughing—next is you,” Zhou Yun brushed his golden bangs aside. “Next time I’ll mold your face and sell hand-ground chicken balls on the street.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sell them on Baal—my sons need ballistic rifle targets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the winged figure’s words, Zhou Yun smiled, then turned to Monge and Marikit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monge, come with me—we’ll infiltrate the settlement controlled by the gene-thieves and listen to what their high bishop has to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Yun’s gaze settled on Monge,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his reason for bringing Monge along wasn’t just distrust,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the greater reason was: why should he do the dirty, exhausting, dangerous work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t doing it. Whenever danger loomed, he’d kick Monge into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re desperate to expand and recruit—they’ll slip up and let us slip into Zone One,” Zhou Yun said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had two goals now,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one: uncover what the gene-thieves were doing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other: extract the Warp engine hidden in the administrative building of Zone One,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>either way, he needed a way to infiltrate Zone One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed,” Monge nodded in agreement: “Laine’s clay, capable of reshaping body and appearance, makes infiltration easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad you don’t have much clay—if we had more, we could flood Zone One directly and give the Four-Armed God Emperor’s brats a real shock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Launch a group assault on Zone One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun rubbed his chin, glanced at the plague-infected mutants outside the shed, then at his fourth-dimensional pocket—a thought struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal statue of the Four-Armed God Emperor loomed over the building built along the pipes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one of the largest settlements in the Underhive, under the control of the gene-thief cult,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet most of its residents had not truly converted to the Four-Armed God Emperor cult, nor been corrupted by the gene-thieves,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and today, the high bishop of the Four-Armed God Emperor cult would arrive here to preach to the residents,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the people had lined the roads since dawn, simply because the cult distributed food and purified water,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>both extremely precious in the Underhive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had seized the opportunity to set up roadside stalls selling goods,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s own stall offered roasted giant rats, boiled mushrooms, and meat jelly made from subterranean worms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered one of each, traded a few LHO cigarettes for them, then returned to where Monge and Leina sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina and Monge kept a distance wide enough for two people, clearly repulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monge’s expression seemed to crack slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t choose to become a mutant,” he said to Leina with deep resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A funny bit of trivia: Angron’s crash-landed planet, Nuceria, was one of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar—meaning Khiriman’s men drugged Angron and nailed him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1057,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8e2b2e09260448ea9b8d0b02cf6cf0193f6bae56f81d8a9235403afcb2a31c74","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-61","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-59",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]