[{"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-654":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},2265477,4422,"Chapter 654: Fugen: He Probably Stuffed a Hot One Inside Ferros","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-654",654,"\u003Cp>Lyne stared blankly at the half-finished female robot hanging from his kite shield, utterly confused by the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empire did indeed have such a custom: Astartes would inlay the relics or bones of saints and martyrs onto their shields, hoping the great departed who sacrificed for the Emperor would bless them and enhance the shield’s defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the shield in Lyne’s hand was the Emperor’s Shield, imbued with the Emperor’s immortal power, flowing with sacred psychic energy—no corpse in this world deserved to grace this shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyne did not believe that hanging a skeleton on his shield could withstand Perturabo’s artillery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, this was no saint’s relic—just a half-finished female robot, its purpose unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Perturabo saw the half-finished female robot hanging from the shield, his massive frame froze instantly, as if his mind had suffered a severe shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Caliphon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo’s voice was short, strained, laced with anger, pain, and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was pierced through the mind by the cruelty revealed in what the Mini-Dora had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare you! Lyne! How dare you!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill you!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo roared, and every weapon on his body swung instantly—no longer suppressing Fugan and the Emperor’s Children bound by curses, all now aimed squarely at Lyne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolters, plasma rounds, subatomic projectiles, lasers, plasma weapons, meltaguns—all deadly, all fused with Perturabo’s millennia of intellect and ingenuity, each capable of crushing a Knight, dissolving a Dreadnought, or annihilating a squad of Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyne’s combat instinct took control of his body—he swiftly raised the Emperor’s Shield, the half-finished robot still dangling from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-finished female robot’s body clattered repeatedly against the shield’s surface, ringing out in sharp, metallic taps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo’s weapons remained locked on Lyne, yet he Chichi  did not fire; his heavy, ragged breathing was plainly audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahhh!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo let out a furious roar, and every weapon on his body pulled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyne blinked slowly, glancing from Perturabo to the half-finished robot on his shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His supermind raced—realizing Perturabo would not harm the half-finished robot on his shield, Lyne’s lips curled into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s how it is. So that’s how it is. Lyne bowed his head in solemn respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward at once, strolling through the woods, then blinked and appeared before Perturabo, one hand holding the shield, the other gripping his blade, launching an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo growled, fury driving him to swing his fist at Lyne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment his fist began its arc, Lyne raised his shield—exposing the female robot’s face directly to Perturabo, her synthetic eyes staring blankly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo’s fist halted mid-swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyne grinned, his blade slicing a lethal arc—shearing off four fingers from Perturabo’s metal gauntlet, revealing shattered wiring within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo grunted, flickering instantly behind Lyne, all his weapons now aimed at Lyne’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Perturabo was no master of martial skill—he was far slower in reaction than Lyne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could fire, Lyne spun around, raising the Emperor’s Shield before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo let out a low, agonized, desperate, and humiliated roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t your armor steel inside and out?” Lyne sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo was consumed by shame and rage—he had to admit: he had been breached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breach came from Perturabo’s realization of his own powerlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-finished female robot was his unfinished “sister,” his latest, most perfect creation—until it was stolen by the Raven Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In essence, this half-finished robot was nearly his sister—and now Lyne was playing with her, humiliating her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powerless younger brother could only stand there, ashamed and furious, watching as Lyne swung her, toyed with her—yet dared not fire a single shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greater sense of powerlessness came from Perturabo realizing his own filth had been exploited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not afraid to destroy the half-finished female robot—he could destroy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had destroyed countless such machines before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time, the female robots failed to satisfy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a female robot gained consciousness and condemned him, Perturabo would rage—because his sister loved him; how could she condemn him?—and he would destroy the machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a female robot gained consciousness and flattered him, Perturabo would fume—because his sister was no sycophant; she would never act like that—and he would destroy the machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over millennia, Perturabo’s skill grew ever sharper—he could now create machines indistinguishable from the dead. Each time he built a “sister,” he believed this time would succeed—but he could never create a sister worthy of his love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, if Lyne’s shield bore a discarded “sister” or a completed, speaking sister, Perturabo would have no hesitation declaring it fake, inferior, and destroy it without a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this robot—this latest masterpiece, still unfinished—was one he could not deny. He could not say she was not his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He… he could not move. Not because he loved his sister—but because he could not admit he did not.\u003C\u002Fp>",807,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2b4dd354ff23e9bb654f7a2a3792c22694150a4ff9a43d8eaa8a3556c57339c8","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-655","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-653",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]