[{"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-601":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},2265424,4422,"Chapter 601: Taviz Emitted a Piercing Screech","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-601",601,"\u003Cp>A furious roar erupted from Thor’s throat; he felt himself nearly transformed into a beast consumed by rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the rage within his gene-seed, the rage from his genetic origin ten thousand years past, the rage of a warrior betrayed by his genetic father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before this rage, a flicker of dizziness passed through Thor’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragmented memories flashed before Thor’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That noble purple figure, the King of Phoenicia, the Phoenix Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That beautiful man who never soiled himself even standing atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Primarch whose glory never dimmed, despite countless battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Son of the Emperor, nearly the living embodiment of perfection and pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to see that beautiful purple figure smiling as he lifted a little girl and placed her upon his shoulder, while countless voices cheered at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely gazing upon that figure filled Thor with emotion; he would have willingly abandoned his pursuit of perfection and pride to serve him and the Emperor with all his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all of it shattered in an instant, leaving only betrayal, bombardment, massacre, and a twisted, slimy, half-man, half-serpent demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was from the shattering of this beautiful illusion that boundless rage was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor drew the necro-phasing blade he had just reclaimed; he did not even think how to act—his body moved on its own, faster, nimbler, and more elusive than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Traitor!!” Thor growled, the blade thrusting straight toward Fulgrim’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim merely smiled with a trace of melancholy, gazing at Thor with a complex look tinged with faint surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taviz?” he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blades clashed—a long, serpentine sword blocked Thor’s hyper-phasing blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an Astartes clad in Mark IV power armor, its purple and gold surface inscribed with countless battle oaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you mad? As a Son of the Emperor, how dare you harm our purified Primarch?” the Astartes swordsman demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am the Son of the Phoenix! I am the son of Rogal Dorn!” Thor roared in reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense are you spouting? Where does Rogal Dorn, that lump of stone, resemble a phoenix?!” the Astartes swordsman bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two swordsmen stood close—so close Thor could read the battle oaths engraved on the swordsman’s power armor; their content stirred a strange familiarity within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor’s gaze froze; buried gene-memories resurfaced—he faintly recognized the figure before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flavius Alcines, Chief of the Phoenix Guard, Commander of the Primarch’s Bodyguard, who sided with Fulgrim during the Istvaan III massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thor’s hyper-phasing blade swiftly carved out several lethal arcs; Alcines was forced back several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This left the former Chief of the Phoenix Guard momentarily bewildered—undoubtedly, this boy attempting to strike the Primarch was a Son of the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his swordsmanship… how could it be so refined?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcines was no mediocre swordsman; since Fulgrim’s eldest son and Master of the Court, Akurduna, fell in battle, no one in the Legion had fully surpassed him, and few could match him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcines paused—he suddenly realized the man’s sword style was familiar, and his face, too, stirred a sense of recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taviz? Is that you?” Alcines ventured cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his only answer was a deadlier slash of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcines steadied himself, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taviz was dead. Dead on Istvaan III.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could his gene-seed have survived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alcines? I thought he died at Fabius’s hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A venomous voice whispered in Thor’s mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taviz’s memories are correct—he is the Chief of the Phoenix Guard, perhaps the last one left in the galaxy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I recall he joined Aedron’s Phoenix Conclave, yet he never fit in with the Conclave—or with the modern Sons of the Emperor: no self-mutilation, no indulgence, no mutations—he’s unchanged since the old days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why he was unpopular; Aedron dumped him onto Fabius Bael’s side, and after that, he vanished. Never expected to see him here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boy, even Taviz himself couldn’t have broken through his defense so swiftly—but if it were my power—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The venomous temptation curled around Thor’s mind; his rage-wracked will wavered for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could kill Fulgrim…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought flashed through Thor’s mind for only an instant—but in that instant, a new power surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A venomous, arrogant, brutal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his left hand, unclad, he felt the grip of a blade—a long, twisted sword materialized in his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was no human weapon; it shimmered with lascivious light, and the moment it appeared, it transformed into a swarm of serpentine blades lashing toward Alcines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand wielded steady, swift strikes; his left, venomous, treacherous ones—like an eagle and a serpent entwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcines’s Phoenician Blade could not hold; the last Phoenix Guard recognized the sword style in Thor’s left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right hand Taviz, left hand Lu Xiusi—how did you learn this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t your left and right hands fight each other?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcines cried out in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself was a master swordsman; not only were Taviz and Lu Xiusi sworn enemies, their sword styles were utterly opposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Thor wielded them without hindrance—as if two souls within him wielded the blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcines could not defend; his Phoenician Blade was knocked aside, forcing him to retreat several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alcines was about to question Thor’s condition when he finally saw the shape of the blade in Thor’s left hand—his face turned ghastly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Stabber Blade!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Stabber Blade?” Fulgrim’s expression darkened slightly: “Lu Xiusi?”\u003C\u002Fp>",899,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f2a6d65f37e173377b4264f8a973af4dba0d0af3651fe9119b9be7109133649d","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-602","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-600",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]