[{"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-634":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},2265457,4422,"Chapter 634: These Are All Choices of Numerology","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-634",634,"\u003Cp>“How”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szazarak stared in disbelief at his arm and the Eternal Glory Scepter before him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a weapon and body forged from living metal, untouched by even a speck of dust over sixty million years—how could it suddenly rust?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Star Gods had deceived the Silent King, their trickery lay in wordplay; they had indeed fulfilled their promise of eternity to Szazarak,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and even some Star Gods, as they shattered under Szazarak’s blows, insisted they had given the Deathless exactly what they had promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, this very eternity had begun to fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard you call the False Emperor a sorcerous old salted meat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what are you now? A rusted skeleton playing with technology?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, storm-cloud-like mockery rose beneath the veil of reality, the flutter of wing cases echoed across the desolate land, and scales like raindrops fell from the Highest Heaven,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rolling toxins surged like waves across the earth, icy scythes tore through the veil of reality, the hood fluttered in the cold wind of the real universe, and a gaunt face hidden beneath the mask flickered in and out of view,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Fourteenth Son of the Emperor, Nurgle’s Primogenitor, Lord of the Clouds, the Great Sage and Holy Master of Numerology, Mortarion, descended into the physical universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion looked down upon the Silent King with contempt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as a traitorous Primogenitor, Mortarion despised the Master of Mankind, despised his gene-father, despised the man who claimed to be Emperor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he despised that man, believing him merely another tyrant corrupted by power,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he believed that though the man claimed to love all humanity, he had never loved any specific person or any specific tribe—he sought to tame Mortarion, just as Mortarion’s foster father had sought to train him, just as the Warmaster had sought to train him, and he likewise sought to tame all life on Baal, to tame Mortarion’s pale subjects, bringing to Baal the so-called enlightenment of the Human Empire,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman held his Ultramar, Sanguinius held his Baal, Magnus the Wizard held his Prospero, but Mortarion failed to hold his Baal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus Mortarion often expressed contempt for the Emperor and humiliation toward his father in speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could humiliate the Emperor—this did not mean anyone else could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was indeed a tyrant, but the strongest and most persuasive of all tyrants; all his weakness, corruption, and decay were relative to himself alone, not relative to other tyrants,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Emperor was the tyrant Mortarion rebelled against, the gene-father Mortarion claimed as his own—if any random fool dared humiliate him, what difference was that from humiliating Mortarion himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is Szazarak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most foolish, the most stupid, the most sinful tyrant in all recorded galactic history,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the vast majority of suffering across the galaxy—even the misfortunes suffered by Baal and Mortarion—can be traced back to Szazarak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does this thing deserve to humiliate the Emperor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szazarak sensed the contempt in Mortarion’s eyes; without the slightest hesitation, he raised his silver-shafted spear toward Mortarion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the spear instantly split, slender crystals piercing beneath the veil of reality, striking directly at the line of text representing Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the very moment the spear thrust forward, Mortarion’s figure flickered, stepping back slightly, leaving only a flagpole standing in place,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>upon the flagpole hung not a fluttering banner, but an Astartes clad in Terminator power armor, bloated, obese, bearing a single silver horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szazarak stared in shock—his spear had struck not Mortarion, but this Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This technique—the Silent King had never heard of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiphon felt a tearing sensation surge through his body; he still did not understand what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days ago, upon returning to the Garden of Nurgle, he had seen a red envelope lying on the ground at a crossroads; out of curiosity, he picked it up and found seven rusted Throne Coins inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Mortarion had appeared like a ghost, speaking a string of words,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>things like: “Though I disapprove in heart, you picked up my life-price; your birth chart matches mine—you are destined to take my misfortune.” “For the Warmaster, for the Legion, for the Garden, the time has come for your sacrifice, Tiphon.” “This is all a choice of Numerology.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing ill fortune, Tiphon begged the Warmaster for help, but the Warmaster merely shook his head gently, refusing to rescue Tiphon from Mortarion’s grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiphon did not know that his secret act of sending the Ancient Relic, the Plague Heart, to Lu Se and Airebas had not escaped the Warmaster’s sight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though Tiphon believed he had concealed it with cunning, the Warmaster’s mastery of Numerology had deepened further, and through the shifting numbers, had calculated Tiphon’s near-betrayal,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet out of pity and mercy, the Warmaster could not bring himself to punish Tiphon, who had rendered great service to Him and to the Garden,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but when the Garden required his sacrifice and Mortarion wished to use him as a shield, the Warmaster would no longer intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiphon’s body was instantly severed and disintegrated by the spear’s power; his existence was cut into fragments, his entire being turning to dust scattered within the rolling toxins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion watched silently as this unfolded, as Tiphon died before his eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the first emotion that surged within him was the thrill of revenge—this thrill rose from his rotting organs, surged up his throat, but before reaching his brain, it turned into an indescribable bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion’s mind flashed with images of Baal shrouded in toxic clouds, himself standing among the pale mountains, and the human who ran toward him—the first human he had ever seen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiphon—friend, brother, son, traitor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, as the Khan of Chagatai had said, I am not resilient enough. This thought flashed through Mortarion’s mind, then crushed beneath his cold will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silent King recoiled sharply, yet his Eternal Glory Scepter pointed toward Mortarion amid the cloud, and a brilliant torrent of neutrons shimmered upon the scepter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mortarion’s expression did not change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven tugs on a gut, both rotting court and plague realm, when others suffer you rust, dare you wage war against the Shadow Lord?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven withered flowers atop your head, never blooming for seven days and nights, yearning desperately to bloom, yet unaware that the hour of decay has arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Iron fears rust, earth fears barrenness, the stiff fears decay, man fears injury; Numerology’s path is true, the Father’s mercy fears most a son’s filial neglect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One moon waxes and wanes, several Primogenitors circle the broken Emperor, Dorn cannot stir the paste, the Gilded Robe weeps, tears soaking his old tunic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three six seven eight nine thirteen, three rings meet seven—decay and stagnation, within the cycle, numerology reveals fate, even good fortune must know it ends in rot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father moves, strikes children and descendants, the Webway has no path, master grows dull; Numerology’s truth is hard to grasp, sorcery and superstition hold no mercy.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1140,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bf222e5ed22d93b18c01a8657120d6e828e956cdf1cc0e2e608db62f7b488c04","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-635","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-633",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]