[{"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-639":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},2265462,4422,"Chapter 639: Disloyalty!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-639",639,"\u003Cp>Vashthor’s will returned once more to the depths of the Soul Forge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the roaring of countless furnace fires, Vashthor’s thoughts surged like electric currents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still felt something strange pervading these events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s actions were far too sudden, utterly inconsistent with his prior behavior; neither Vashthor, Tzeentch, nor Khorne had anticipated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Nurgle acted as if he knew nothing. If Nurgle’s performance wasn’t feigned, then Zhou Yun was even deceiving his own allies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor was puzzled by this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhou Yun truly intended to ascend, what reason could he have to conceal it from his own allies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the aid of Slaanesh, Nurgle, and the Emperor, his ascension should have been far easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden spark of thought flashed through Vashthor’s mind, offering him an answer that explained everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Nurgle did not know Zhou Yun intended to become a god, then perhaps the Emperor did not know either?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the birth of the sixth Chaos God would most profoundly affect the Emperor, who was already on the brink of ascending as the fifth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Similarly, if Zhou Yun sought ascension, the most likely force to oppose him would be the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Vashthor were Zhou Yun, in his rational mind, he would never trust the Emperor—one of the four great deceivers of the galaxy—to deliberately conceal anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this thought took root in Vashthor’s mind, it spread uncontrollably, infecting his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cascade of subtle clues surfaced in his mind, convincing him that Zhou Yun and the Emperor indeed harbored mutual distrust, conflict, and deception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed the Emperor was unaware of Zhou Yun’s attempt to ascend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hesitation lasted only a moment before Vashthor severed a portion of his will and extended it toward the black sun towering in the Highest Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black sun hung low on the horizon of the Highest Heaven, poised to rise but never quite ascending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless shattered human corpses formed a towering pile, lifting the sun, striving to raise it into the Highest Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the summit of this corpse-tower stood a bald man clad in moon-hued armor inlaid with the Eye of Horus, his body ravaged, his eyes pierced by four wounds, a half-blackened obsidian dagger embedded in his chest; he raised his arm, cradling a figure with brown hair and brown skin as it merged with the black sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the brown-haired, brown-skinned figure fiercely resisted merging with the black sun and ascending into the Highest Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this realm where the black sun stood alone, no demon loyal to the four gods, nor any entity naturally born within the Warp, dared approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here was purest Chaos—He desired only destruction, only the inevitable end of all things: death, dissolution into dust, and utter oblivion. Faced with this merciless will, even the most deranged demons felt only terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor muttered this curse in his mind as he watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods arose one by one, yet the fifth was pure, merciless destruction—once born, it would obliterate both the material realm and the Warp entirely. What purpose remained for the three gods after?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Warp is gone, where would they be born?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell designed such a nonsensical, illogical system?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the true reason lay in the four gods’ catastrophic miscalculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sought to birth the Dark King through humanity’s destruction, hoping the resulting Dark King would be powerful enough to rival the Blood God but not strong enough to oppose the entire Warp alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor did not know whether they originally intended Horus to become the Dark King, or if they had foreseen the Emperor himself would fulfill the role—but the outcome was the same: the four gods failed. The Emperor completed the Dark King’s ritual, yet halted at the final step, refusing ascension and buying humanity ten thousand years of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over these ten thousand years, humanity’s resilience surpassed even the Warp entities’ expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had humanity declined naturally, perished, or settled into complacent comfort, the Dark King’s power would have waned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after losing the Emperor and the Primarchs, humanity did not decline—it experienced multiple revivals, and no race ever truly challenged humanity’s dominion over the galaxy. In this process, most human lives grew ever more desperate, ever more agonizing, their faith in the Emperor ever stronger, their thoughts ever more extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These vast emotions continuously nourished the Dark King, accumulating such immense potential energy that it could rival the entire Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor cursed the four gods in his mind—what idiots, what trash, and now they’ve blocked my own path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he cursed, Vashthor attempted to draw nearer to the Emperor’s realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, boundless darkness, terror, destruction, and self-destruction erupted—Vashthor felt his severed will being bathed in the surface flames of a star, slowly burned down to the tiniest particles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cunning Arts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“God of Machines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sixth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Contract.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soul Forge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Val.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vashthor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand overlapping voices erupted simultaneously in Vashthor’s ears; he felt as if countless hands dragged and tore at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the end, the voices coalesced into a single weary but still authoritative voice, speaking into his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord of the Soul Forge, why do you visit my realm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor did not hesitate—he voiced his suspicions and discoveries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unified voice instantly shattered again into ten thousand fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Treachery!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disloyalty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he loyal? Or disloyal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disloyal, unfilial, unkind, unjust, unceremonious, unwise—kill kill kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This was never what He wanted. He never wished to become a god. He once fought alongside us to drive out”\u003C\u002Fp>",923,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ce2a6fbcca2fe38bb7f2c13d9061ffe4c1e4e852f863ebfbbef207ad143b8103","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-640","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-638",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]