[{"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-676":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},2265499,4422,"Chapter 676: HUNGRY, HUNGRY, HUNGRY","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-676",676,"\u003Cp>“I want your Source Blood Stack,” Fabius Bael said, staring at Kaul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Kaul responded with calm indifference: “What will you trade for it, Pater Mutatis?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul uttered the term that deified Fabius in High Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creatures Fabius created worshipped him, revered him; their faith, mingled with the withering plague dwelling within him, had grown into some secondary entity within the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius’s new humans called him Pater Mutatis, the God of New Mankind, symbolizing distortion and corruption on both body and mind, representing twisted new branches sprouting from the corpse of the old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fabius Bael refused to be called that, refused to be worshipped as a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am not a god,” Fabius Bael said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul’s lips twitched slightly, his gaze toward Fabius oddly strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Melusine also shook her head faintly, as if helplessly resigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for what I’ll trade?” Fabius pointed to the Primogenitor beside him: “Naturally, your most perfect creation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belisarius Kaul glanced dismissively at the Primogenitor: “He’s a failure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may destroy or dissect him at will—I don’t care. I can create something even more perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, we are both men who never stop, both yearning to create something more perfect, and believing we can,” Fabius Bael agreed, then swiftly shifted tone: “But you must admit, Kaul, some creations hold extraordinary meaning for us—like Horus Lupercal to the Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You love him, Kaul. I can see it,” Fabius fixed his gaze on Belisarius Kaul; behind him, the pack known as the Surgeon unfurled, a poisoned scalpel pressing against the Primogenitor’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This blade comes from the Eldar Bloodletters. Once it pierces his flesh, it will grow autonomously, sprouting iron spines that pierce every inch of his body—his death will be excruciating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then his soul will be sacrificed to the so-called Hungering Lord, leaving him unable to be resurrected by any other means. I’m sorry, but my time is short.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael glanced toward the lab door; beyond this abandoned laboratory, Fulgrim was attempting to breach Abaddon’s lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul might still negotiate—but Fabius knew Fulgrim would not hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To protect the Source Blood Stack, Fulgrim would not mind sacrificing the Primogenitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care. Do it. But I’ll kill you the next instant,” Kaul’s voice rose slightly; his robe stirred, and miniature Doraemons surged forth, encircling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius merely smiled, pressing the scalpel closer to the Primogenitor’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul’s gaze darkened. He could kill him—fast enough. The Doraemons granted him extraordinary power; he could kill Fabius before Fabius killed the Primogenitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t do it. It benefits neither of us,” Fabius seemed to read his thoughts: “Believe me—even if you kill me, the Surgeon retains enough autonomy to kill your creation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melusine, standing beside Fabius, crouched slightly and placed her fingers on the Primogenitor’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if he isn’t killed, I will send him into Slaanesh’s court.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius truly understood his psyche: Kaul could kill Fabius before the Primogenitor died, or rescue the Primogenitor before the Surgeon struck, or even save him before Melusine sent him to Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kaul would have to risk abandoning the Primogenitor’s safety to protect the Source Blood Stack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul had assumed he would make that choice without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primogenitor’s value was unquestionably lesser than the Source Blood Stack; the Primogenitor was his private property, while the Source Blood Stack belonged to Omnissiah, the Emperor. Kaul had no right to surrender the Source Blood Stack—and even if he refused to surrender it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet Kaul hesitated, seized by the impulse to trade the Source Blood Stack to secure the Primogenitor’s safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt intense shame, his fingers trembling involuntarily—this was the first time in centuries he had felt powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul lowered his head slightly, preparing to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Agree to his demand+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice from the highest heavens directly echoed into Kaul’s mind; before his eyes, the round blue figure flashed past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath Kaul’s robe, a mechanical arm stirred, retrieving the Source Blood Stack and placing it silently on the table beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wise choice,” Fabius nodded with a smile, secretly exhaling in relief—he had never been certain Kaul would agree; he had merely gambled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melusine withdrew her hand from the Primogenitor; Belisarius Kaul stepped slowly toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both moved with astonishing speed; they passed each other, and in an instant, Kaul had cradled the Primogenitor in his mechanical arm, while Fabius Bael lifted the Source Blood Stack with his withered fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael gently shook the Source Blood Stack, his violet eyes admiring the ruby-red blood within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So beautiful. The Emperor’s wisdom resides here. The Primarchs’ mysteries lie within,” Fabius murmured involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melusine signaled for Fabius to retreat, but he raised a hand, motioning for her to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kaul, Belisarius Kaul—I see extraordinary potential in your Primogenitor, yet I cannot fathom what form you intend for him. What are you truly trying to create?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael asked softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me—what is he to you? Satisfy my curiosity, Kaul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul, cradling the Primogenitor in his mechanical arm, raised his head slightly, glanced at Fabius, then looked down again at the Primogenitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is the Primogenitor—but that is a lie, a fabrication Kaul devised to conceal his true nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Primarch? No—he is far from it. True Primarchs are far more complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A great experiment? But that experiment ultimately failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is he the embodiment of Kaul’s arrogance? The crystallization of his intellect? His most blasphemous act—or\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My son. He is my son,” Belisarius Kaul said gently, honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the wills, nerves, simulated thoughts, and convoluted thoughts layered upon his essence were cast aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least in this moment, he was not the loyal servant of Omnissiah, not the Grand Sage of Mars, not the Saint of Doraemon—he was merely Belisarius Kaul, father of the Primogenitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Fabius Bael nodded slightly: “I feel the same toward my creations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand!” Kaul’s voice erupted in fury: “He is not some grotesque thing you stitched together. His genetic sequence is unparalleled in complexity and perfection—he is drawn directly from twenty Primarchs. His genes contain a part of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1016,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8f9cd807e912fa6269c52980fce268d4d67466203412768031a19edbb9dcf637","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-677","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-675",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]