[{"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-674":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},2265497,4422,"Chapter 674","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-674",674,"\u003Cp>Hammer met hammer, Breaker met Breaker, and in an instant a gale of fury erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim moved faster than the Clone Horus; his power armor was lighter, more agile, better suited to unleash the speed granted by his Primarch’s transcendent physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Clone Horus was fiercer; his power armor was heavier, more powerful, each swing of his warhammer like the eye of a storm that unleashed destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim leapt lightly, dodging the gale stirred by Horus’s heavy hammer, while his own Breaker hammer surged with furnace-bright light, striking down at the opening exposed by Horus’s attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Horus was still Horus; even as a clone, the combat instincts etched into his genes still guided him to the correct decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus did not dodge at all—he charged at Fulgrim like a reckless metal beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Breaker struck Horus’s body, its hammer unleashing furnace-like radiance; Horus’s heavy armor twisted and deformed, yet the Breaker was also halted by Horus’s massive frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Clone Horus crashed into Fulgrim’s embrace, his Worldbreaker hammer rising from above to smash toward Fulgrim’s delicate chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim was stunned by the wildness Horus displayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked into the eyes hidden beneath layers of muscle and saw the manifestation of destruction itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fulgrim laughed—he felt his blood accelerating, an indescribable exhilaration and joy exploding within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim discarded the Breaker without hesitation, freeing his body; with speed far beyond mortal limits, he stepped back, his nose brushing mere millimeters from the Worldbreaker’s descending blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, bare-handed, Fulgrim swung both fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fists, sheathed in violet-gold gauntlets, rained down like a storm upon Horus’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of flesh against metal rang out—blood spattered from beneath Fulgrim’s relentless fists—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim’s left arm was suddenly seized by Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Clone Warmaster exerted one-handed force, wrenching Fulgrim’s arm open and exposing his own bleeding face before Fulgrim’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Warmaster opened his mouth, Fulgrim punched him squarely on the chin with his right fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You!!” Horus roared in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim struck again—on the nose, then the eyes, the forehead, the cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim sought to force Horus to release his arm through pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Horus’s grip grew stronger; his fingers sank into Fulgrim’s armoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He surged with sudden force—Fulgrim felt the world spin; the Clone Horus lifted him single-handedly, swung him in an arc, and slammed him hard into the ground behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Murder Star trembled, as if a bolt of lightning had exploded beneath its surface; the ground within three to four meters around Horus and Fulgrim sank inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim felt dizzy, every bone in his body screaming in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Fulgrim could not help but laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood raced through his veins; joy surged within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+We must destroy him!+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That voice spoke within Fulgrim’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would kill the Warmaster’s clone, proving he was far more than merely a clone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the true Primarch, long since walking the path of perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Clone Horus gripped the Worldbreaker warhammer with both hands and brought it crashing down upon Fulgrim on the ground, a torrent of infernal wind following the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fulgrim rolled nimbly aside, evading the hammer aimed at his skull; then he flipped upright, snatching up the Breaker hammer beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim swung the Breaker, meeting the Worldbreaker in collision; the energy fields of the two hammers resembled two stars colliding, merging, crushing each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Astartes watching, Fulgrim and Horus themselves burned like stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim was a bright, mature sun—fiery, perfect, flawless, not a single sunspot marred his luminous sphere; the gold and violet radiance he emitted stung the skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horus was the first star rising at the brink of midnight—scorching, mighty, furious, determined to burn midnight to ash; his body radiated terrifying power of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hammer met hammer again; the Murder Star shuddered, the clouds tore open, and the thin light of the dying sun pierced through the rifts, falling upon the two true stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet on this battlefield, besides these two blazing stars, two planets clashed with equal intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hellbeast Abaddon relentlessly poured bullets upon the Primarch-Engine, while the daemon of the Unfeeling Killing Realm, “Hun,” dwelling within his body, continuously fired deadly arrows, seeking to slay the Primarch-Engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch-Engine continually evaded Abaddon using the instant-movement ability granted by his training box and his own psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psychic runes woven from nature, from the cycle of life and death, from storms—if a Fenrisian Rune Priest were present, he would marvel at the power displayed by the Primarch-Engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not only the cold winds of Fenris swirled around the Primarch-Engine—other forms of psychic energy also circled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spells entwined with fate, structured by wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curses nearly indistinguishable from superstition, grounded in numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storms shaped by balance, fused with the spirit of nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powers of the Space Wolves Rune Priests, the Thousand Sons’ Supreme Sorcerers, the Death Guard’s Numerological Masters, and the White Scars’ Storm Seers all manifested upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intense euphoria of the Umbilical Aura enveloped him; he sensed his cells being torn apart by surging psychic energy, his muscles rupturing from overexertion of his genetic power, the pain from his genetic flaws constantly sparking along his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he felt no pain—his body was entirely under his command; pain could not bind him, could not restrain him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unchained psychic energy roared toward Abaddon; flames of psychic fire blazed from the Primarch-Engine’s eyes; the Hellbeast Abaddon, faced with such wild psychic force, could not draw near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve minutes and thirty-one seconds remained. The Primarch-Engine calculated the duration of the Umbilical Aura’s efficacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, the Primarch-Engine caught a faint, elusive scent of flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he seemed to see countless strange crimson blossoms slowly unfurling, slipping into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poppy—the Chaos Daemon born from the addictive drug that once devastated humanity—was unleashing its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This daemon silently seeped its will into the Primarch-Engine’s body, attempting to drown him in pleasure, delight, and joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?” the Poppy Daemon let out a soft hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its will, upon entering the Primarch-Engine’s body, sensed something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It—it felt immense delight within the Primarch-Engine’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>",1024,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a078e21681552c54e000cb2418047486af589115d61fd45c279764a366151c3e","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-675","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-673",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]