[{"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-648":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},2265471,4422,"Chapter 648: Poisonous Art!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-648",648,"\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman has the deepest understanding of the Warp among all the Loyalist Primarchs still walking the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understands what the Emperor is doing—the Emperor is soothing the human souls embedded within him, souls that have soaked alongside him upon the Altar of the Dark King, most of them saturated with destruction, darkness, and cold despair; the Emperor’s current act seeks to awaken those souls not yet fully drowned by the Dark King, to awaken their humanity, to awaken the beautiful, clear emotions within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through them, the Emperor draws upon humanity, learns humanity, reshapes humanity, thereby improving his own state, better resisting the pressure of the Dark King, and better withstanding the impending pressure of the Machine God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman met his mother and father, Fulgrim faces judgment from his own progeny, far away Renae sees her mother, countless Astra Militarum see their deceased kin, many Astartes see brothers who fell before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman pressed his lips together, golden eyes fixed with difficulty on the man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had imagined meeting his fallen sons, imagined meeting the Bara tribes that raised him, imagined meeting his devout followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant he saw that gleaming bald head, Saint Guilliman admitted he felt an overwhelming urge to immediately board the Red Tear, fly to Terra, land at the Lion’s Gate Spaceport, pass through the Lion’s Gate into the Sanctum Imperialis, climb the one hundred and thirteen steps, and kick the corpse’s little toe with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not truly unwilling to meet this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, it was he who killed Saint Guilliman, hammering him slowly, piece by piece, into pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Saint Guilliman also understood—he was manipulated, corrupted, influenced by the gods to commit such an act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within his heart, Saint Guilliman still remembered their old friendship, their camaraderie in battle side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archangel had to admit: even though outsiders saw blood feud between them, Saint Guilliman still loved this brother—more than he loved Guilliman, perhaps even more than he loved Leman. Well, he was Saint Guilliman’s most beloved brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—Horus’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, me, sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pain, torment, me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because, kill, you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, brother, I made mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragmented, stuck-together broken sounds from this bald man’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman silently watched the bald man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man’s body was shattered—only half a torso, half a head, a short stub of an arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was unclear, his face vacant, and combined with his massive frame, he resembled a dull Ogrun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know your apology, and I am willing to forgive you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But brother, can’t you cure your dementia first?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man listened to Saint Guilliman’s words, expression blank, mouth slightly open: “Aba aba aba...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman felt a headache coming on; he gently pressed his fingers to his brow and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least better than Leman’s side. At least better than Leman’s side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman used his psychic sense to glance toward Leman’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh! Leman! It’s Dad! Dad’s here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Leman, my son, it’s Dad! Why are you hiding from Dad?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luther! Don’t come near me!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too painful to watch, Saint Guilliman gently turned his gaze away, shifting his eyes toward others’ dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a small house in the Upper Hive of Asford, in the Underworld Galaxy, Renae leaned against the knee of a kind woman wearing an eagle pendant around her neck, softly recounting her experiences since their separation—the wonders she’d seen, the great beings she’d encountered, speaking of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon’s miracles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you, my child?” the woman gently rubbed Renae’s ear, whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am insignificant before them—I’m just a clumsy psyker in the Astra Militarum,” Renae smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one is truly insignificant. Remember what I told you when you were young? The Emperor has a plan for everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman gently clasped Renae’s hand, noticing the thin calluses covering her fingers:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been watching you. You fulfilled the Emperor’s plan for you. You did well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom...” Renae quietly clenched her mother’s fingers and whispered the question she’d long hidden: “When you secretly sent me to the Lower Hive, what happened to you after that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter what I endured, my child, you proved it was worth it. I made the right choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman watched this scene, a faint smile crossing his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never truly felt familial affection—the Bara tribes treated him well, but more as a divine entity than a simple child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides humanity, you should also learn here how to be a father!” Saint Guilliman said to the black star hanging far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black sun gave no reply—only cold silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman shook his head slightly, gazing farther still into the galaxy, seeing countless dreams glowing with warm light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was the Emperor drawing strength from them, but watching this, Saint Guilliman felt his own state improving slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least tonight, in the cold, dark galaxy, many were lost in warm dreams. Hmm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman raised an eyebrow—he noticed Zhou Yun, who claimed he no longer dreamed, was dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His will extended slightly, and he saw—a table measuring sixty-six inches by forty-four inches floating in Zhou Yun’s dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sighkichi chuckled, manipulating tiny models in his hands, all shaped like Eldar Jesters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Sighkichi stood Nurgle, the Plague God, his bloated hands gripping emerald-green game pieces—either Nurgle Daemons or Death Guard—while on the table before him lay three Great Unclean Ones, Mortarion, countless Plague Drones, and Death Shrouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from Sighkichi and Nurgle sat a middle-aged man with brown hair, wearing comical party glasses and a loose T-shirt that read “I HUMAN,” holding Imperial Guard pieces—Trajan, Shield Captain, Blade Hero, and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside that comical middle-aged man was Zhou Yun; before him lay numerous Tyranid model pieces—Hive Mind, Norn Messenger, Tyrant, Ion Cannon, Serpent, Scything Blade, Gunworm—like a vast tide of insects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sighkichi, did you sneakily move two inches again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, next time bring a Rhino—your Plague Boar moves too slow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have a problem with my Tyranid horde? We play Tyranids by playing the horde!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean the horde is just roadside? Then what’s my hundred and twenty Gunworms?!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1020,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c4c0c04c2ed781821fc8f5db399474977167af2936a6b6980e06c3ef1c692550","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-649","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-647",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]