[{"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-665":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},2265488,4422,"Chapter 665: Hee Hee, He Actually Believed It!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-665",665,"\u003Cp>After Saint Guilliman departed, Zhou Yun’s figure flickered slightly for a few instants,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his volume remained unchanged, but had Saint Guilliman still been standing there, he would have been astonished to find Zhou Yun’s form appearing vastly larger in perception,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>because Zhou Yun had awakened fragments of his own consciousness within the city, making them realize they were not humans from late 20th-century Taichung, but parts of Zhou Yun himself—this instantly expanded Zhou Yun’s will,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet it also brought side effects: extreme emotions began arising within Zhou Yun’s will, triggering cruel, extreme, and excessive impulses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his mind also generated the knowledge required to realize those cruel impulses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for instance, he could create a biological weapon in a single thought, capable of spreading among dwarves and reducing their average height by another ten centimeters,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for instance, he could construct a psychic radiation tower to alter the visions seen by Blood Angels during Black Rage, making them witness a Sichuan opera performance by Horus and Saint Guilliman,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for instance, he could create a virus propagating through ink and parchment, altering every record of the Ultramarines to replace the word “Empire” with “Second Empire,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, why am I so wicked! Zhou Yun couldn’t help thinking inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suppressed the extreme emotions within him, restrained those cruel impulses, preserved his basic humanity, and turned his gaze beyond his own domain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>normally, Zhou Yun maintained the state he used when communicating with Saint Guilliman—completely severing peripheral wills, retaining only the most fundamental will, and spending most of his time in sleep,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now, because he had a small meeting to attend, he had awakened a small portion of his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun took a shallow breath, his will surging like a flood, seeping out of his domain and into the chaotic, unordered currents of the Empyrean,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empyrean’s currents surged endlessly, a chaotic mess, impossible to distinguish up from down, left from right, past from present,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the Empyrean, there was no time, no space, no distance—in here, will was everything, will shaped everything, will filled everything,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mortal psykers often mistakenly believed the gods’ domains were actual, distinct entities, but that was merely an illusion seen through mortal eyes, projections of the gods’ wills within the Warp, all mixed together,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like cups of differently colored, mutually insoluble liquids poured into the same container—viewed through different filters, each appeared as a separate domain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gently awakened a hint of innovation within himself, and everything before his eyes transformed utterly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Warp revealed a vast expanse of azure, its energy currents constantly shifting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun observed the currents in silence; the power of his Cruel Art domain wove increasing inspiration, wisdom, and perception within his mind, gradually revealing the patterns within this azure realm—he saw shadows, a well’s mouth, a sigh of sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun silently withdrew his gaze; to observe further would draw the attention of this domain’s master—He was quite troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Zhou Yun stirred a touch of curiosity and delight within himself, and his vision changed once more,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a flood of joy, pleasure, and hunger surged before him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun observed the current, seeing snakes slithering on the ground, a dancer—human yet not human—dancing alone, a young girl gnawing on her elder brother’s flesh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as Zhou Yun scrutinized the scene, details emerged—he discerned some of this domain’s master’s schemes, and in doing so, drew the master’s notice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh, mid-chewing, mid-gnawing, re-digesting Asuryan, suddenly lifted his head, glaring at Zhou Yun with hatred and malice, emitting a warning shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not even worthy to speak to me, you lowly Kimi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I’m being nice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Zhou Yun casually pulled a Whip of Divine Punishment from his pocket,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the whip, designed solely to punish the wicked, lashed out—a crackling bolt of lightning shot from its tip, piercing Slaanesh’s domain and striking straight into his body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh let out a piercing wail, like a girl named Nan being shocked with two hundred volts by coyotes at midnight, pain laced with faint arousal and delight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>moments later, the pain faded; Slaanesh’s anger dissolved, replaced by a gaze tinged with shame, fear, and a hint of anticipation, his eyes glistening with tears as he stared at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun did not linger, instead stirring a touch of anger and a thirst for war within himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his vision shifted instantly, engulfed by rolling crimson sand, the air filled with war cries,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>before him stood a throne forged of brass, upon which sat a giant clad in armor interwoven with black and red,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the giant, wearing a helmet shaped like a dog’s head, lowered his gaze slightly, his glowing red eyes peering through the helm at Zhou Yun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“God of Machines, Saint Doraemon, Zhou Yun, welcome to my domain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gave a slight nod to the Blood God, then turned his gaze to his opposite side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>purple, green, and blue Warp energies howled, coalescing into solid forms,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a figure draped in sheer gauze, resembling a hybrid of serpent, eel, and mermaid—both a handsome youth and a seductive woman—twisted her body, coiling her tail as she hovered midair, seemingly unwilling to touch the dusty ground,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swarms of flies buzzed together into a dark cloud, supporting a bloated, pudgy figure who cradled his own belly, letting his intestines spill onto the ground, yet still grinning cheerfully,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a voice in constant flux contorted its form—sprouting feathers to become a giant eagle, growing scales to become a multi-limbed dragon-beast, donning a hat to become a wizard with a strange smile, picking up dumbbells to begin working out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet these were not their true forms, nor their actual bodies—these were merely fragments of their wills extending into the Blood God’s domain, as perceived by Zhou Yun’s will,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun saw their appearances entirely based on his own mental impressions of them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shifted his thoughts, twisting his own perception of the four gods,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>instantly, Slaanesh became a short, petite Nan-niang whose face blended masculine and feminine beauty,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle became a plump, gentle-souled older sister with emerald hair, wearing a high-collared sweater, smiling warmly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch transformed into a slender, beautiful literature student in a school uniform, wearing glasses and a pointed hat—but beneath the delicate fabric lay powerful muscles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only Khorne remained unchanged—he sat here in his true form; the fragment of Zhou Yun’s will could not distort his image,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>otherwise, Zhou Yun would have twisted him into a black-skinned, beast-eared female mercenary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Zhou Yun—five entities of the Warp gathered within Khorne’s domain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the only thing that could bring together beings with such opposing stances, domains, and personalities was one matter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Dark King\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some among us have committed an utterly foolish act,” Tzeentch’s will extended, naturally forming audible words in Zhou Yun’s mind: “Slaanesh, Nurgle, Zhou Yun—do you not understand what the birth of a Cruel Art Master signifies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have observed the machinations of fate—the Cursed One is nearing his limit; at most three centuries remain before the Dark King is born.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to Tzeentch’s rebuke, Slaanesh showed clear disdain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for him, the Emperor’s ascension into the Dark King was far preferable to Inade’s corruption, destruction, and ascension,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if Inade were born, only Slaanesh would suffer—he alone would bear the burden,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but if the Emperor ascended as the Dark King, it would be a catastrophe for the entire galaxy and the entire Warp,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all would share the pressure—it would no longer be Slaanesh’s problem alone,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if forced to choose, Slaanesh would choose the Emperor’s ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle merely chuckled—within Zhou Yun’s view, he hugged his arms beneath his own ample breasts—without uttering a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, the true culprit is you,” Tzeentch’s gaze fixed on Zhou Yun: “My proposal is simple: surrender part of your domain, weaken the Cruel Art domain, and relieve pressure on the Cursed One—it benefits us all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want it, come and take it yourself—you’ve known the rules for a long time,” Zhou Yun chuckled lightly, waving his hand to indicate Tzeentch could try to seize his domain if he dared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“War is good. Settle it with blood,” Khorne rumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too many entities in the Warp hunger to carve up your domain—you cannot stand against the tide alone,” Tzeentch murmured, his tone laced with persuasion and seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know the Old Ones once had a plan?” Zhou Yun smiled at Tzeentch: “They intended to use the Cruel Art domain as a hammer, to launch Vash’tor into the realm of Corruption and Destruction, forcing the Dark King’s premature birth—then the Dark King would wield the Cruel Art domain as a forge-hammer, burning the entire star-sea to ash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess—when the battle turns against me, won’t I do the same?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1448,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f370e03266af5b49a8bc0b181b415ddb210ea0d70d1cfa7561405f7b867d807b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-666","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-664",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]