[{"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-624":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},2265447,4422,"Chapter 624","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-624",624,"\u003Cp>Xi Gaoqi is the God of Laughter, the God of Mockery, the God of Satire, and the Clown God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the entire Spirit Pantheon, His position is utterly insignificant; He possesses neither the boundless divine power of the Divine King Asuyan, nor the terrifying combat might of Bloodhand Kane, nor the beauty of the Maiden Goddess Lilith, nor the fate-predicting wisdom of the Old Hag Goddess, nor the ability to forge invincible artifacts like Val, nor the capacity to wander among the stars like Hock, nor even the compassion of Isa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Clown’s only talent is to amuse—to amuse himself, to amuse others; he is merely a jester in the court of the gods, and no matter how skillfully he twists his tongue, he cannot alter his own profound weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when the Silent King stepped forth from his flagship, his foot crushing the Throne of Dominion Días, and thrust that metal spear toward Xi Gaoqi,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Gaoqi clearly recognized his own weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the spear wrapped in the undying flame of the Burner, the spear capable of slaying star gods,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was with this spear that the Silent King had once single-handedly shattered the Burner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal casing of the spear unfolded—or rather, that metal casing resembling a spear was merely a limiter of the true weapon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the casing unfolded, what was revealed was an exquisitely thin crystal filament, impossibly slender, so slender it seemed to have no width, no height, finer than an atom, finer than a quark, finer than the Planck length, finer than any substance Xi Gaoqi knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the spear pierced the fissures of reality itself, piercing the veil between the Warp and reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through that needle-like crystal filament, the Silent King glimpsed the hidden gears of creation racing past him, Xi Gaoqi, and all things; he saw the form of the nexus of all existence, witnessed the slow flow, forging, and projection of the universe’s secret knowledge\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the things that determined the universe’s form—the infinite wonders, the roots of infinite dimensions—everything in the material universe was merely a projection of what he saw, a single layer upon its infinite crystal facets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the First Cause, the First Mover, the ultimate origin of the causal chain, the fundamental source of all existence, the endpoint of infinite regression—the words, the settings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast energy was consumed as the Silent King altered what he saw but could not comprehend, lightly drawing two diagonal slashes across the entity representing XI\u002FGAO\u002FQI, symbolizing that Xi Gaoqi’s existence had been severed at its root,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely this alone drained most of the spear’s power, rendering it temporarily unable to operate at such high output—at least not for fifteen minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>XI\u002FGAO\u002FQI sensed himself becoming incoherent—a sensation beyond description, as if invisible forces had split him apart, a division not of matter, not of the Warp, but a more thorough, more violent severance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it been Asuyan or Kane, even they might have been gravely wounded by such an indescribable strike; but Xi Gaoqi—Xi Gaoqi could not resist at all, only shatter, and this was precisely what Xi Gaoqi had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained to keep himself barely held together, turning his gaze toward the Spirit Pantheon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for Xi Gaoqi, most thrones in the Pantheon were empty, covered in dust and shattered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Kane’s throne, though broken, had not yet gone dark,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Isa’s throne, though vacant, remained intact,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the throne once belonging to Inad, now occupied by Zhou Yun, though incomplete, had someone seated upon it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xi Gaoqi had no intention of seeking their aid, no intention of relying on their power—he had better options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Gaoqi’s gaze turned toward the highest point of the Pantheon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, still remained the fifth divine sovereign of the Spirit race, besides Xi Gaoqi, Isa, Kane, and Zhou Yun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most rebellious of the Spirit gods, the youngest daughter,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little sister! Save your brother!” Xi Gaoqi cried out toward the boundless heights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A supple body, draped in gauze, embodying both lust and purity, divinity and demonic nature, resembling both mermaid and serpent, stirred slightly; a face bearing both a handsome man’s and a beautiful woman’s features gazed down from above upon the dimensional reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, in the Garden of Slaanesh, ten million flowers with the faces of beautiful women bloomed, sweet fragrance exhaled from the souls imprisoned for ten thousand years; sixty-six thousand eternal dancers leapt around Him, sixty-six thousand singers stripped of their lower bodies sang of His beauty, sixty-six thousand harpists strung their own intestines into harps and played opening melodies, sixty-six thousand keyboardists played while swearing lifelong devotion to Him, sixty-six thousand bassists brought wine and feasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clown, be grateful to your divine master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit goddess smiled sweetly; the Hungering Lady opened her deep, slime-coated maw, orange-yellow light flaring within, a fire surged forth from her mouth, transforming into a roaring phoenix that flew into Xi Gaoqi’s body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the divine power of Asuyan once swallowed by Slaanesh, now bestowed upon Xi Gaoqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the material universe, every part of Xi Gaoqi shattered in an instant—he became finely sliced meat, each fragment identical in size, each fragment identical in minuteness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became dust—the tiniest, finest dust—slowly dispersing in the vacuum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent King was not surprised by this outcome; Xi Gaoqi was merely the Clown God, his existence and power too feeble—once, the Burner had withstood five strikes, and perhaps Asuyan or Bloodhand Kane could have endured a few as well,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xi Gaoqi could not—he may be dangerously eloquent, yet his body could not withstand even one strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent King could likely guess that Xi Gaoqi was merely a disposable pawn, a tool meant to cool his spear and create an opening,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Silent King had to admit: Xi Gaoqi was an irresistibly tempting bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent King still remembered the immense damage Xi Gaoqi inflicted upon the Star Gods during the War of Heaven—one major reason the Necrons defeated the Star Gods was that Xi Gaoqi’s lies caused the Star Gods to exhaust each other.\u003C\u002Fp>",1013,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","83129411a6d30dd04c5fbc831ebb957417c54a6bd4f7b19d816370dc1acfb3c7","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-625","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-623",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]