[{"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-616":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},2265439,4422,"Chapter 616","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-616",616,"\u003Cp>“Lyne, my second most boring brother, my beloved elder brother, do you seem to need a little help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That profane, lewd voice came from the void, and a flaming straight sword pierced down from above the Sun-Eater, slicing through its body as gently as water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black light capable of consuming stellar energy was ignited by the sword’s flame, as if that flame were neither physical nor energy, but some immaterial spiritual presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the instant it touched the flame, the Sun-Eater writhed in agony, thrashing its massive body as black radiance shot wildly in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enormous tail, serpentine, eel-like, worm-like, coiled and plunged into the Webway, allowing Imotekh to see the being holding the flaming longsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a half-human, half-serpent entity, demonic in form, its lower body a plump tail covered in fine scales and elongated fins, continuously dripping translucent mucus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the serpent’s cloaca should have been, the skin had been peeled back and torn into eight segments, strung with gleaming metal rings into an eight-pointed star, exposing pink, fleshy tissue upon which the golden sigil of Slaanesh was inlaid, glowing with emerald-green and pink gemstones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its upper body was longer and more slender, like a delicate woman, clad in dark gold armor studded with jewels, extending four long arms, each gripping a curved longblade, a flaming straight sword, and a whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its face was long, pale, twisted, hidden beneath strands of white, green, and purple hair, bearing the gaunt appearance of excessive indulgence; its once-beautiful features had been warped by corruption into an intensely chilling visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this form, Imotekh’s logical mind stirred slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found the form peculiar: half-human, half-serpent, yet humans have only two arms, and serpents have none—why then did this half-human, half-serpent creature have four arms?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imotekh suddenly recalled: serpents’ genital organs appear to come in pairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Imotekh recognized the demon whose genital organ served as arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim, the human Chaos Daemon Primarch, the third son of the Master of Mankind who turned traitor. Or was he a son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim seemed to sense Imotekh’s gaze; his cold, gaunt face slowly turned toward the direction of the Storm King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His serpentine eyes gently settled upon Imotekh, and a faint, feminine smile curled at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the Storm King saw another face superimposed over Fulgrim’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face was neither Ma Lei nor female, as if merging beauty from multiple planes into one visage, yet radiating a horrifying lewdness and appalling corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It resembled a serpent, a fish, a worm, a goddess, a prince, a whore, a Ma Lei courtesan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely by seeing that face, Imotekh realized in terror that a warmth, a hunger, an intense pleasure surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Imotekh—Lord Lion Lyne El’Jonson also sensed something amiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dear lion, you…” Fulgrim appraised Lyne: “A thousand years ago, you were more handsome; now you carry a mature allure, even more enticing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you be willing to have a… brotherly exchange?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyne frowned at Fulgrim’s words, his gaze fixed on the gaunt face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not Fulgrim, that traitor—you’re—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am certainly Fulgrim, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim let out a lewd, profane laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This time, in Fulgrim, ‘He’ simply occupies a greater share.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For safety’s sake, to prevent accidents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If His beloved ally met with misfortune, that annoying Inader would crawl out again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Fulgrim glanced toward the Necron fleet, stepped forward slightly, opened her throat, and emitted a piercing shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shriek echoed through the Warp, like a foul, sticky slime coating every corner it reached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desire, hunger, pain, pleasure, delight—these emotions spread instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons, horrified, realized they were generating desire, affection, and pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their nearby ships began to go into heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Necrons even felt that their comrades, the Necron constructs, and the ships themselves sought to strengthen themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this sensation brought them not fulfillment, but a stronger, more unbearable emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imotekh’s expression turned instantly fearful; once again, he felt clarity from being a Necron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he possessed the capacity for desire, if he had a soul, he would have been utterly consumed by lust in that single instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imotekh could not comprehend what that being—seemingly Fulgrim—truly was, but even with the simplest logic, he understood:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an utterly terrifying thing, dangerously extreme, and must never be opposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Storm King swiftly made his judgment and immediately ordered his forces to withdraw from the Webway at maximum speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imotekh even felt the Webway itself was becoming a living, lust-filled entity, attempting to devour them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RUN!! Must flee immediately!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imotekh dared not glance again at that being, praying only that the Sun-Eater would destroy—or at least block—it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inertialess engines activated once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imotekh’s fleet accelerated instantly to faster-than-light speeds in the material universe; in the blink of an eye, he had withdrawn his forces to a distant region of space far from the system containing the Gate of Tombs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the lust within him slowly receded, Imotekh exhaled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Imotekh offered a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized he had been driven to a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forces of his two vassal dynasties had nearly been devoured by human fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own central army had suffered damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gate of Tombs, the only escape route beyond the Deadlands, was now blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>",880,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","784a807122f8d7178e947976879f7c6c1b98ec6a759cca5b4010d4f1f27441ba","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-617","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-615",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]