[{"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-629":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},2265452,4422,"Chapter 629: When Yin and Yang Are Balanced, Heaven and Earth Unite; When Yin and Yang Are Inverted, Heaven and Earth Collapse","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-629",629,"\u003Cp>Crimson flames rose from the void, the primordial scene hidden behind the cosmic background since the universe’s cooling reappeared upon the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm, blazing, like the womb that nurtured all matter, it spiraled to completely envelop Ourekan, surging into his mechanical body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matter constituting his existence, his will, his form was instantly returned to pure energy—the energy that defined the universe’s physical laws, served as the skeleton of reality, and composed the bodies of star gods. Bathed in this energy, Ourekan ascended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is that possible?” Zanderek stared in disbelief at the scene before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t the genius’s mind precisely tasked with turning the impossible into the possible?” Tarasin laughed, gazing with Zanderek at the spectacle among the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ourekan had vanished into the void; in his place arose a violent solar storm that shook Zanderek’s fleet, humanity’s fleet, even the World Engine with ferocious force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As far as the eye could see, darkness among the stars was gone—only silken ribbons of energy rippled throughout the Sindu System, distant stars shining brightly behind the luminous bands, as if transmitting their own energy toward Sindu, energy that reached—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zanderek’s heart pounded violently several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once heard rumors that Ourekan had mastered a technique to transform himself into light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Zanderek finally understood the truth behind those rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was transcendence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Necron had, at this very moment, achieved transcendence, becoming the very beings who had once destroyed and enslaved their race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After countless eons, a brand-new god had been born within the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Had the Silent King believed Ourekan instead of me, this would have been the Necrons’ future,” Tarasin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infinite detachment enveloped Ourekan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cosmic energy flooded his parched body, transforming his cramped material form into a pure tide of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though only for a fleeting instant, He was now a complete transcendent, more entitled than the shattered gods to claim divinity over the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ensuing “divinity” nearly drowned Ourekan’s very existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That “divinity” was not noble—it held no vitality, only greed; no pride, only arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ourekan’s connection to the universe was so intimate that He could not distinguish Himself from the world; everything He beheld—all things, all thoughts—appeared tiny, pitiful, trivial, and absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those pains, those struggles, those dignities, those fears, those ecstasies all became a laughable footnote in the cold void, their only value being to stir a fleeting pleasure in His eternal, endless mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, a greater, overwhelming emotion—unnameable pain—engulfed Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ourekan gazed outward, toward the ecliptic of the universe, the dimensions of reality, the overlapping stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wounds—horrible, gaping wounds—clung to their world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The universe itself was riddled with holes, reality thinned and frail; most of the infinite dimensions were drowned by chaotic tides, twisted tentacles devouring galaxy after galaxy, system after system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Him, birds twisted and changed endlessly, flies decayed in eternal stasis, blood-crazed hounds and lust-maddened serpents feasted upon reality, and behind them, upon a twisted, ugly, rotten, chaotic egg, four more such entities shrieked in terror, yearning to be born into this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black sun, poised and ready, would soon emerge from the womb of the highest heaven, bringing utter annihilation to this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far off, He saw the gods’ tentacles crushing world after world across different dimensions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the Everchosen clad in black armor locked in mortal combat with a golden divine lord, until both plunged into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a dragon riding a treasure-ship, leading its people as they fled a crumbling world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the dragon on the treasure-ship sigh with compassion: “When yin and yang are balanced, heaven and earth unite; when yin and yang are inverted, heaven and earth collapse. When yin and yang rise and fall without order, no realm shall know peace again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze to the past, seeing the roaring flames of the bio-transmutation furnaces, the star gods feasting upon the souls of the Necrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this, He felt no hatred whatsoever—only boundless hunger, a craving to join the feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the War in Heaven—and suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War in Heaven was the true war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not between the Old Ones and the Necrons, the Old Ones and the Necrons, the Old Ones and the star gods—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But between reality and the Warp, a battle waged across infinite dimensions; our universe, our galaxy, was the battleground where the two dimensions fought through the hands of the Old Ones and the star gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the end, the Warp became an unspeakably terrible thing, while reality was defeated and ravaged into its present state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality screamed in agony, and this agony spread over Him, urging Him to devour the surrounding souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure suddenly appeared in His consciousness—a Necron, holding a star-gazing scepter, blurred, incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gently extended a finger, pointing to the moment the bio-transmutation furnace ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the finger and saw two figures falling together into the furnace’s flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze settled on a tall, slender figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recognized that figure—he knew that fellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From past to future, from life to death, He seemed to have argued endlessly with that old rival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer recall the rival’s name, nor his face—but he still remembered that fellow’s sly, mocking voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old thing...”\u003C\u002Fp>",877,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dd123e07512f2f5ee39202a7f34a631efe9e4e753851dfc80d34af6de4ff848d","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-630","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-628",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]