[{"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-658":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},2265481,4422,"Chapter 658: The Path of Ascension","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-658",658,"\u003Cp>The flood from the subspace began to lift Vashthor’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time, frozen by the Ancient Saints in the vault, began to flow again; the wails of the sacrifices never ceased, and the faith in malevolent weapons propelled Vashthor’s ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, within the subspace, machines wailed, steel roared, and a cruel assembly line of grinding flesh emerged, producing one terrifying, horrifying weapon after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chlorine gas, incendiary bombs, Agent Orange, mustard gas, automatic weapons, cobalt bombs, biological weapons, genetic weapons. These terrifying weapons were born in past military competitions, echoed within the subspace, and dwelled within the domain of malevolent arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now these malevolent echoes were unleashed, piled into endless staircases, transforming into boundless potential energy that propelled the path of ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That potential energy was so immense that even Vashthor himself could not control or resist it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he raised his hand, clouds of a million mixed toxins danced through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he turned his head, thousands of guns, cannons, and weapons raged and roared behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes, billions of blood-and-sweat factories blazed with furnace light within his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, the same immense potential energy once lifted Nurgal, Khorne, and Tzeentch—so powerful that they were born already in their most extreme forms, becoming the most vile divine natures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Vashthor, metallic wings like blades snapped open; furnace flames erupted from the void, transforming into countless screaming craftsmen, swinging fire-wielded hammers to strike Vashthor’s wings, driving them to iterate, update, and leap ever faster—until they ultimately surpassed the limits of the material universe, hurling him straight toward the clouds of the Highest Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, all his confusion dissolved with the unfolding of the ascension path; questions once incomprehensible now resolved themselves clearly. His intellect was leaping forward; his gaze was piercing through the essence of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now knew where he came from, where he was going, and why he had been born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was part of the “Weapon,” the Lord of Malevolent Arts within the Black Descent Saints’ ancient plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Descent—how simple and clear it was; Vashthor had never understood it until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those fallen, war-mad Ancient Saints believed this universe had no hope of redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They intended to forge one final “Weapon” to utterly destroy this galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The essence of that “Weapon” was the domain of erosion and destruction—the Dark King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that time, Slaanesh had not yet been born, and the birth of the Dark King was impossible to achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ancient Saints’ first option was to cultivate Slaanesh, then nurture the Dark King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the environment was unsuitable for cultivating Slaanesh, and finding a way to birth the Dark King proved impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Ancient Saints chose another path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would use the domain of malevolent arts to catalyze the birth of Slaanesh and the Dark King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid boundless competition, the domain of malevolent arts had already begun to manifest; Vashthor’s soul furnace was built upon this foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, they used their faith in weapon iteration and technological innovation to give birth to Vashthor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Ancient Saints’ plan, Vashthor was meant to contain their faith, absorb the souls of countless races lost in the arms race among the stars as offerings, and use the three divine artifacts symbolizing the three layers of creativity as ritual instruments to complete his ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why the Three Ancient Saint Artifacts forever yearned to reunite, and why Vashthor remained obsessed with seizing the “Weapon” to ascend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For it was the manifest destiny bestowed upon them by the Ancient Saints at their very inception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when Vashthor completed his ascension, the fate already forged within him by the Ancient Saints would activate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The art he embodied was, from the beginning, inclined toward destruction, annihilation, unrestrained and uncontrolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His birth would inevitably spawn more destruction and annihilation across the galaxy, nourishing the entire domain of erosion and destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the rule of divine birth in sequence destined him to crush the domain of erosion and destruction, accelerating the birth of the Dark King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would become a molten furnace hammer, rising from the fires of malevolent arts, descending from the Highest Heaven, striking down upon the domain of erosion and destruction, forcing the Dark King to be born, allowing that divine entity born of annihilation to manifest—holding his furnace hammer, burning the entire universe to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ultimately, the Black Descent Sect was stopped by the Gospel Sect; the Three Ancient Saint Artifacts were shattered, Vashthor was hidden within the subspace, and even the Ancient Saints themselves were eventually eradicated from the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, after circling so vast a path and waiting so many ages, the Black Descent Sect’s grand ambition had finally been fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lingering thoughts of the dead Ancient Saints swirled around Vashthor; their intellects were extracted, their inspirations became roaring sparks, their creativity became hammers striking his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more, countless terrifying creative forces from myriad races were imposed upon Vashthor, reshaping and ascending his form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor’s volume grew ever larger; the metal on his body, hammered relentlessly, turned molten orange-red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now resembled a half-molten, winged dragon: his upper body dark, metallic, his lower body blazing molten orange, surrounded by craftsmen forged from malevolent creativity, continuously updating and iterating his form, pushing him to higher levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Vashthor gazed upon the lingering thoughts of the Ancient Saints swirling around him, anger, contempt, and disbelief surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This being, born from the faith of the Black Descent Ancient Saints, roared at those who had created him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How cowardly you have become!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So much of this universe remains unknown; so much creativity remains unliberated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You would burn this universe to ash? Where is your thirst for knowledge? Where is your creativity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his anger came despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His purpose in seeking ascension had always been to gain more knowledge, to witness the truth of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the moment he completed ascension, the Dark King would be born beneath his weight—and this world would be destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor raised his hand and saw the domain of malevolent arts pressing toward erosion and destruction; he saw the black sun above the High Field of Subspace being stained by molten orange fire; he saw the body of the Emperor of Mankind upon the Golden Throne being ignited by furnace flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor could not stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a mournful sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the sigh, Vashthor quickly turned his gaze to the knowledge now unfolding before him with his ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at this moment, his thirst for knowledge remained unstoppable; as he beheld the intricate knowledge, as the truths among the stars slowly revealed themselves before him, he could not help but begin absorbing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Dark King waited at the end of ascension, Vashthor could not help but drown in this knowledge, lost in the joy of acquiring truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at this very moment, a crisp sound of a door opening echoed behind Vashthor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vashthor turned his head and saw, in the void, a wooden door—pink-tinged red—suddenly appear and swing open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter, binary prayers, the turning of gears, the rush of steam, the whistle of Gauss rifles all poured forth from within the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless miniature Doraemons of varying colors poured out, surging into the vault like a rainbow tide.\u003C\u002Fp>",1214,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8339a560bb6442e75347697f48bb760fa043e1908a7bf20e52d671e1eb997eac","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-659","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-657",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]