[{"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-662":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},2265485,4422,"Chapter 662","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-662",662,"\u003Cp>Vast shadows clung to the far edge of the Highest Heaven, spanning two dimensions between the Highest Heaven and the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that shadow, no other emotion could be seen—only naked hunger and greed, originating from the distant void, drawn to the stars by an appetite never meant to be sated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many mistakenly believed its existence served to absorb more matter and energy, but this was a misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Spirit Folk among the entire galaxy had barely glimpsed its true nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Folk called it the Dragon, called it the Distant Hunger, called it the Hunger Dragon; compared to the illogical name “Tyranid Swarm,” the names the Spirit Folk gave it were unquestionably closer to its essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s eyes reflected scenes from within the shadow: countless billions of fates rose in the material universe, their primal hunger drawing them together, twisting into a vast braided cord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those countless beings abandoned their wills, their souls, their existence and fates, offering all as sacrifice, merging into a single, grand entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many mistakenly believed this entity’s purpose was to seize more energy and matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a misunderstanding—it sought not merely matter; its purpose was to sate its bottomless hunger, to fulfill its craving for consumption, and consumption itself mattered more than anything else, while the quantity consumed was secondary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was immensely powerful, extraordinarily so; in terms of domain scope alone, it stood equal to or even surpassed the Chaos Gods Tzeentch and Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And its threat to Zhou Yun was greater than that of any other Divine Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its domain overlapped almost none of Zhou Yun’s; it touched nothing of machinery, though its integration of genetically modified life bore some relation to creativity—but the problem lay in the Norn Queen, the entity responsible for genetic integration, possessing neither soul nor emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This forced Zhou Yun to confront it through sheer brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furthermore, among the many entities within the Warp, only the Emperor, Zhou Yun, and it possessed physical bodies in the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor’s body remained eternally seated upon the Golden Throne, unable to exert much influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s body was relatively free, but he regarded it as his anchor to humanity, refusing to alter it casually; though a mortal form normally could not contain much power, at critical moments it could be forced to hold more with the aid of certain artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Swarm’s bodies were the most numerous, but like Zhou Yun’s situation, each individual Tyranid could contain only limited power and will, yet they remained more flexible, free, and expendable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for its current position,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to information Zhou Yun gathered over twenty thousand dreams, it was nearing the attainment of the Great Seat of Gluttonous Dissolution, just a hair’s breadth away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was not yet complete—its existence remained scattered, disconnected, and in this state, it could not truly ascend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key lay here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun must seize the Great Seat of Gluttonous Dissolution before it does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The risk was immense; even holding just the Domain of Malicious Art, Zhou Yun already felt his will fraying, veering violently toward extremity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Zhou Yun truly seized the Great Seat of Gluttonous Dissolution, the Emperor would bear three domains at once—if he could not withstand it, then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the risk had to be taken; the Emperor already bore a heavy burden of two domains, and in dreams, his longest recorded endurance under two domains was three hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, whether or not Zhou Yun seized Gluttonous Dissolution, the birth of the Dark King was now less than three hundred years away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zhou Yun already knew the method to seize Gluttonous Dissolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method carried great risk—if mishandled, the Tyranid Swarm would complete its ascension and become the Eternal Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun had no other choice; no other hegemonic civilization remained in the galaxy to serve as sacrifice or source of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only rely on the inherent nature of the Gluttonous Dissolution domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would become the Hunter of Hunters, the Dragon that Feeds on Dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun slowly extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inspiration, creativity, thought, and intentions wove into threads, descending from his fingertips, gently manipulating fate in the material world, silently guiding a human toward Zhou Yun’s setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That human was also a being of some divinity, precisely positioned near the domains of Malicious Art and Gluttonous Dissolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Shortsword-class frigate Vessari,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael felt his inspiration surging endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been many years since he last felt this surge of inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former chief apothecary of the Emperor’s son now felt as if he had reclaimed the sensations of his childhood—torturing animals, modifying slaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That new, budding inspiration, like a butterfly about to burst from a withered chrysalis, made Fabius Bael’s body tremble uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical devices behind him continuously drew Warp energies, extending chainsaws, scalpels, and serrated blades to cut and tear the blood and flesh before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would forge a new humanity from this scattered blood and flesh, within the husks of old humans, replacing current humanity with a superior race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a butterfly reborn from a withered cocoon, like a serpent devouring itself from the tail to reshape its own form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a cycle, a spiral ascent, a great iteration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael moved his fingers, and his slaves brought him gene sequences and organs from various alien species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers danced, implanting these alien organs into the chaotic mass of flesh before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When creating life, Fabius never limited himself by biological species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether mammals, insects, worms, octopuses, plants, or even more twisted, abstract aliens—all resided in Fabius Bael’s repository of materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extracted a gland from a black-shelled beetle as tall as a man, and a series of hearts from an octopus-like alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this? Tau? Don’t contaminate my material library!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael waved his hand, signaling his slaves to discard the blue-skinned creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He increasingly felt the creature before him growing more perfect, closer to his ideal of a new humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was entirely due to his talent, the inspiration surging in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius had also heard the voice emanating from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That nonsense about Saint Doraemon’s birth, about the God of Machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael never believed in gods; he was an atheist. He had betrayed the Empire and the Emperor, yet he still upheld the Emperor’s ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the stars, no gods existed, nothing worthy of human awe, nothing beyond the reach of reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something could not be explained by reason, it did not exist—it was an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The so-called gods never existed; they were a collective hallucination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They were merely natural phenomena within the Warp—like wind, rain, fire, the sun. They were powerful, yes, but attributing personality and consciousness to them was no different from primitive humans worshipping wind gods, rain gods, fire gods, and sun gods—pure superstition.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1148,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2dbeb4db2016c982d037c1a9d339a013772f5f50669bb708f5aae02a07cf309c","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-663","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-661",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]