[{"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-612":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},2265435,4422,"Chapter 612","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-612",612,"\u003Cp>“You’ve never seen one before, do you? A genuine Terra human skull!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe stroked his rounded skull and smiled at Zala Susa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He initially replaced his own skull with the shape of a human skull purely after witnessing the power of Saint Doraemon, realizing that the human race truly had something worth emulating—this was his way of showing loyalty, taking a stance, and Shunbian  annoying the Silent King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since swapping his skull for a human one, Xie Mohe found himself growing more and more fascinated by it, more and more pleased, more and more satisfied, more and more convinced of its beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could a Necron be this beautiful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he’d always heard humans ranked among the top in average beauty across all galactic races—now he saw it was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even looking at his new skull, Xie Mohe felt his ancient will renewed, his logical mind running noticeably faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Human things are truly beautiful!” Xie Mohe couldn’t help exclaiming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe’s words drew faint displeasure from nearby Necron Emperors and Overlords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xie Mohe, our skulls are the form of our ancestral Wangju  race—how can you casually change them?” one Emperor coldly questioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you know? If I grew a long, slender skull like a Wangju ’s, would Saint Doraemon even notice me?” Xie Mohe scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this Emperor’s judgment, Xie Mohe could only say he was fooling himself—the relationship between Necrons and Wangju  was probably less deep than that between Orks and mushrooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They merely pretended to be the continuation of Wangju , playing the part of those unfortunate ones destroyed by the Star Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re groveling too much for humans!” another Emperor retorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, I’ve always been human. By human standards, if your skull looks human, you’re human—how could I be groveling to myself?” Xie Mohe said without changing expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Necrons can consider themselves Wangju , why can’t they consider themselves other races? Why not consider themselves human?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe had seen what humans could do—humans truly had gods, and those gods actually worked. Being human was truly worthwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what about your dignity!” another Emperor tried to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am both Necron and human—two galactic supercivilizations serve me alone. How could my dignity be lacking?” Xie Mohe grinned, utterly delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding Necrons fell silent, unsure how to refute Xie Mohe—not because his arguments were convincing, but because they were stunned by his sheer audacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the silent Emperors and Overlords, Xie Mohe couldn’t help a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Studying history is good—so good. Understanding history lets you learn from it; learning from it frees you from the chains of the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe knew well: stripped of the Wangju  legacy, the Necrons’ so-called glorious past was anything but glorious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were created as slaves, then destroyed their masters while the latter were weak—that was the entirety of their race’s history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they had no future either. The Silent King’s claim of reversing biological transformation was, in Xie Mohe’s view, utter nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necrons were never direct products of biological transformation; the Wangju ’s flesh was burned to ash during the process, their wills swallowed along with their souls, leaving only fragmented memories, copied into living metal bodies—that’s how Necrons came to be. They were at best the waste left behind by biological transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, the dregs discarded by the Star Gods after eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To try to reconstruct the original meal from its dregs was pure delusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, becoming human lets him possess both past and future—it’s an absolute bargain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Xie Mohe,” Zala Susa slipped silently beside him: “Send me the skull modeling data.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You?” Xie Mohe was surprised: “You’re quite adaptable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zala Susa showed no expression—he did this because his domain lay surrounded by humans, right next to the Blood Angels’ homeworld, Ba’ Er .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The de facto ruler of the Meifuret Dynasty didn’t care about Necron history, the Silent King’s reversal of biological transformation, or the Storm King’s order—he had no desire to expand or seize power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wanted to protect what little remained of Meifurek’s wealth and live his quiet life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now the galaxy grew ever more chaotic; protecting his assets grew harder by the day. Relying on the Silent King was hopeless—but relying on Dante remained reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a neighbor of the Blood Angels, Zala Susa had dealt with them for years, and his greatest impression was that Dante was an honest man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reliable. Loyal. Someone you could count on in a crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Underworld was the Shield of Ba’ Er . If Zala Susa maintained good relations with the Blood Angels and helped them protect the Underworld,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then when the Underworld faced danger, Dante would surely send powerful forces to aid them—this had already happened once decades ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Zala Susa was happy to show goodwill toward humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, after swapping his skull, no one would recognize him at first glance—he’d truly become one who could not be named.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got Terra humans—this is the most standard human skull shape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s the Fenrisian—notice the prominent zygomatic bones and distinct canines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the Imperial Guard’s—their skulls have three cracks, said to be proof of their farming skills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Mohe leaned close to Zala Susa and whispered the details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have any Ba’ Er  ones?” Zala Susa asked.\u003C\u002Fp>",883,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7a8294b42e107927536ca8bf504170035eef010cb136d001a45dd98a7421888a","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-613","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-611",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]