[{"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-655":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},2265478,4422,"Chapter 655","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-655",655,"\u003Cp>The knight clad in medieval metal armor slowly removed his winged helm, revealing his youthful face to Forgen and the Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw that face, even Forgen’s heart surged with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a face shaped by dense forests, colossal beasts, darkness, and the savagery far removed from human society—pale yet rough skin, a long nose like an eagle’s, eyes and brows deep as a beast’s, a mouth cold as a blade’s edge, and a jawline sharp as fractured igneous rock after hammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even though that face was handsome enough to earn Forgen’s admiration, he still felt not a man stood before him, but a beast in human form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely, everyone present recognized that face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Forgen could cry out that name, the knight took one step forward and appeared before Forgen in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How fast\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Forgen, only Akurduna barely reacted in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bloodline sliced across Forgen’s body—the medieval sword had torn through Forgen’s power armor. Forgen leapt back, swinging his heavy hammer in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akurduna drew his twin swords at once, weaving a dense net of blades toward the knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight’s form instantly became a silver storm; his heavy shield blocked Forgen’s hammer, while a lethal blade thrust out, slicing through Akurduna’s woven web in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Forgen and Akurduna were stunned within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That speed did not come from refined martial skill, but from beastlike instinct—from raw, unshaped savagery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shield tilted slightly, revealing emerald eyes like a lion’s fixed on Forgen; before Forgen could react, the longsword pierced from behind the shield, driving straight for his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgen twisted aside—the blade scraped along the side of his armor; the ornate patterns on his armor now served their purpose, increasing friction between blade and plate, the decorations acting like hooks dragging at the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight’s blade slowed for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgen seized that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun, swung his hammer, releasing the energy stored within the Furnacebreaker; furnace-like heat and light exploded outward, forcibly pushing the knight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight retreated several steps, raising his sturdy shield once more to guard the child’s corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgen did not pursue, breathing heavily, his fingers trembling slightly around the Furnacebreaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father,” Zabriel murmured dazedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Lion. That was young Lain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat dripped from Forgen’s brow as he stared in disbelief at the knight before him—the knight whose face matched young Lain exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this be? Even the knight’s strength mirrored true Lain’s—yet\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet something vital was missing. Just like Forgen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You.” Forgen’s gaze fixed on the child’s corpse. Information in the intelligence file mentioned it: “Tuqucha Engine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This corpse is not the Tuqucha Engine itself, merely a tool the Tuqucha Engine uses to speak with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child’s corpse smiled at Forgen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Tuqucha Engine has now merged with Long Linxing itself, becoming part of the Discordant Engine. So I am, in truth, Long Linxing itself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must be confused, vessel of the craving for perfection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why does your elder brother stand before you in this form?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is simple. Our ability is to tear the very fabric of spacetime, summoning from the past all creations born of mortal intellect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You and your brothers are ■■■■’s vessels meant to contain the Unborn Tides of the Warp. Naturally, we may also summon you from the rifts between time and space.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, he is not Lain.” Forgen stared at the knight, his expression darkening, speaking with finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his physical prowess matched Lain’s nearly perfectly—even surpassed the current Lain’s—he could not match Lain in deeper matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was something like Forgen: a body, but lacking something far more essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgen had sparred with true Lain many times; no matter how often, true Lain always defeated him effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when true Lain’s body had aged, his physical condition inferior to this young version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, he is like you—merely a vessel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child’s corpse smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are the vessel that holds the collective craving for absolute perfection. And Lain. El. Jiansen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In a certain sense, he is Caliban itself. One of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our three divine artifacts each symbolize a phase of creation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ouroboros symbolizes creation shaped by the world—the culture forged by life to adapt and survive before nature’s brutality and darkness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tuqucha symbolizes creation that shapes the world—human creativity now awakened, opposing nature, carving culture beyond nature’s bounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Plagueheart symbolizes creation that destroys the world—human madness fully unleashed, extreme power upending the world, culture entirely severed from the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lain was born from the first current of creation—the most savage, primal, beastlike, instinctive creation, sharing origin with the Ouroboros. Hence, he is the Ouroboros, Caliban itself. Yet he rejected his fate, hiding his savagery behind a human mask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you trying to say?” Forgen’s face grew darker; his instincts warned him of danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Unborn Tides that shaped you are too powerful—each capable of ascending to the thrones of the Warp, even vying for the Great Seat. Our energies are mostly spent carving a path to the Vault, so we can summon only hollow shells of the Primarchs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Lain is different. Lain is one of us. We can be Lain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lain’s body suits us well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the child’s corpse fell silent, something new flared in the young Lain’s eyes—his aura surged step by step, raw savagery laid bare across his features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seraphim staggered back three or five paces, trembling all over, instinctive suppression crushing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You see,” the young knight spoke slowly, “we can be Lain. But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wind suddenly swept through the fortress; distant war chants of the grasslands echoed, a killing aura surged that spun the world around them, Warp fluctuations nearby grew calm, hoofbeats growing ever faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We originally intended to slow Long Linxing’s motion temporarily, diverting at least a third of our power into Lain’s body to swiftly eliminate you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he—your other brother—he fully accepted his own existence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is an echo of the ancient balance between Warp and reality. In the words of a Dragon Emperor from another world, he is Yin-Yang Harmony itself, symbolizing the equilibrium between reality and the Warp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place is too close to the Webway. If we pour too much Warp energy into Lain, that echo of Yin-Yang Harmony would instantly pursue and hunt us—his confrontation with Lain would only waste time.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1064,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b9262d65203a3d4c110572556ba1d3bd5ce354b69d8aed1eae977f0a3da98d26","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-656","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-654",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]