[{"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-663":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},2265486,4422,"Chapter 663: The Domain of Saint Doraemon","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-663",663,"\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman had never entered the Warp so lightly before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul-sea reflecting the material world was always filled with malice, extreme emotions, and twisted impulses, seeking to tear apart, devour, and warp Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, his passage into the Warp was seamless and smooth; the surrounding Warp showed him clear benevolence, welcoming him into the realm of the Highest Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s golden metal boots struck the asphalt road, producing a crisp sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of sharp horn blasts suddenly surrounded Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman opened his eyes, slightly bewildered, and looked around—he found himself standing at the center of an intersection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, primitive vehicles honked frantically at Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One car window rolled down, and an empty canned tin was thrown out, hurtling toward Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanying it came a string of curses:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking foreigner!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you in a hurry to die? Standing in the middle of the road!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to be turned into meat paste, I’ll help you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t seem so benevolent after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman extended his hand and caught the tin, observing his surroundings cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicles appeared primitive—roughly early third millennium human design, or more precisely, late twentieth-century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The architectural style of nearby buildings confirmed Saint Guilliman’s guess: most houses were low, suggesting a small town, yet farther off, taller structures could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed this was a small town within some major city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman continued scanning his surroundings, noticing the writing on the walls was the ancient Terran script of the Nippon region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these were mere appearances; Saint Guilliman’s gaze swept over the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They appeared human, yet within they were entirely Warp entities—demons, extensions and fragments of this realm’s conscious will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they themselves seemed unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, foreigner, where are you from? What’s your name? Why are you in Tsukimi-dai?” A police officer in a black uniform, directing traffic, pulled Saint Guilliman out of the intersection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Saint Guilliman from Baal,” Saint Guilliman said clearly. “I am here to find a friend of mine—Doraemon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baal. Oh, Baal—I remember now. Your country’s chicken paste is delicious,” the officer said, tapping his fist against his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s expression shifted imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still spoke gently: “But I’ve forgotten how to get to Doraemon’s house. Could you point me the way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doraemon?” The officer rubbed his chin, thinking. “Oh, you mean that kid from the Nobi family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From this intersection, head east, cross the Dona River, and you’ll see an open area piled with concrete pipes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next to the open area is an old house—the Kamashiro residence. Turn south from the Kamashiro gate, reach the next intersection, turn east again, and you’ll see the Nobi house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman smiled, thanked the officer, and walked toward the direction he indicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer scratched his head, watching Saint Guilliman’s retreating figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do I feel like I’ve seen this foreigner before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Isn’t he the spokesperson for Horus-brand chicken paste?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the road east, Saint Guilliman soon saw the Dona River the officer mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fairly wide river, its clear waters teeming with fish swimming through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman stood on the bridge, gazing at the seemingly calm surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water reflected in his eyes—but transformed into a surging flood of the Warp, the fish now glowing souls of fire, drifting and floating within the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dona River was clearly the Warp’s reflection within this realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman lingered only a moment, crossed the bridge, and continued east—he soon saw the open area and the Kamashiro residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The open area looked exactly like an ordinary vacant lot, piled with three thick concrete pipes, their purpose unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman’s gaze lingered on them briefly—and heard children’s laughter, saw figures playing baseball, kicking soccer balls, flying kites, playing with toys, even holding concerts atop them, all brimming with pure joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the true nature of this open area was—part of the realm Zhi Yun had torn from Slaanesh’s domain, and integrated into his own as this very lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kamashiro residence beside it gave Saint Guilliman a similar feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient house, built of dark wood, looked from afar like a mass of brownish night-mountain; up close, its windows were shattered—as if smashed by children’s baseballs. Through the holes, only darkness lay within, indistinct and unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard littered with broken glass, numerous potted plants stood arranged—each clearly cultivated with care, radiating vigorous life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Zhi Yun and Nurgle exchanged parts of their realms?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman sensed the aura emanating from the Kamashiro residence, felt Nurgle’s power flowing within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this power differed from Nurgle’s usual sluggish, decaying, subtle influence—it was more volatile, impulsive, clearly one facet of Nurgle’s domain, shoved by Nurgle into Zhi Yun’s realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman had never fully understood why Nurgle favored Zhi Yun, or why Zhi Yun considered Nurgle a reliable ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least in Saint Guilliman’s view, the gods themselves were hardly trustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it truly Zhi Yun’s promise of a glorious, eternal twenty-second century that attracted Nurgle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhi Yun’s envisioned twenty-second century, though eternal, was not necessarily decaying or stagnant—could it truly satisfy Nurgle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though puzzled, since Zhi Yun had not explained to Saint Guilliman, Saint Guilliman would not ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things, once spoken—or even merely asked—send ripples through fate, altering everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman understood this; his knowledge of the future and prophecy was deeper than that of any other Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Archangel continued walking along the street, soon reaching a two-story house beside the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the courtyard wall hung a sign bearing three characters: “Nobi Residence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman stepped forward and gently knocked on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doraemon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone’s here to see you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nobi household’s mistress called upstairs, indicating Doraemon was on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman smiled and thanked the bespectacled woman, then climbed the narrow staircase to the second floor, opened the door, and entered the room—about ten square meters in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the left stood a bookshelf, filled with books. Saint Guilliman glanced at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were titles like: *The Tyrannical Warlord Fell in Love with My Menopause*, *What’s the Point of Being an Astartes Without Money*, *The Purple Mirror Nobility*, *Fishing for Plague Zombies*, *Surviving in Chaos’s Palace as a Talent*, *Achieving Immortality by Offering Skulls to the Blood God*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly ahead was a window, before which sat a desk with drawers. Saint Guilliman’s gaze lingered briefly on the drawers, then turned to the center of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center lay a floor mat, upon which a boy with a buzzcut slept curled under the covers—Saint Guilliman’s entrance did not disturb his slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>",1105,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e3b5992768445177ac25f3c4383fb7f6910aa5c06b018f4ec5567adbbd3070b6","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-664","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-662",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]