[{"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-677":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},2265500,4422,"Chapter 677: The Hive Mind","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-677",677,"\u003Cp>Fabius Bael chose this star system to hide, based on a fleeting feeling, instinct, and inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system contained nothing—no trace left in the galaxy, almost no resources, and not even a name on the human empire’s star charts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one cared, no one noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fabius did not know that this system had once birthed a tiny alien race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This race, spurred by a moment of accidental inspiration, uncovered the secrets of fossil fuels, used barren resources to forge roaring internal combustion engines, and gradually developed a worship of the roaring power within engines, venerating the ethereal V8 Power God, their civilization advancing to near twentieth-century human levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But lacking critical resources and technology, this alien race never escaped their planet, never reached the stars—barely managing to reach nearby moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But decades ago, this pitiful race met its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny fraction of tentacles from the Leviathan hive fleet, driven back from Bar by the Blood Angels, survived, fled the Crimson Scar, and escaped toward the galaxy’s outer rim—passing precisely through this system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starving Leviathan swarms surged toward the planet inhabited by this race; even this remnant of tentacles was more than the weak race could resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranid swarm devoured the planet. The race prayed to their V8 Power God—but received no answer. Eventually, the entire planet was consumed by the remnants of the Leviathan hive fleet’s tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the planet was too barren, and the race’s engines had abysmal energy conversion efficiency—they wasted vast resources. The swarm absorbed barely enough to sustain the tentacle, but not enough to continue hunting among the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the tentacle chose to hide beneath the planet’s lifeless surface, cocooning itself in an egg sac, falling into hibernation, waiting for revival or integration with other tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this star system was far too barren, and reaching it without warp travel required passing through the even more barren, dangerous, and Blood Angel–held Crimson Scar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Battle of Bar and the Battle of the Underworld decades ago, the Tyranid Hive Mind shattered its Dao—it had personally intervened and suffered catastrophic losses, and now refused to even approach the Crimson Scar’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, this hive fleet became trapped here, lingering in deep underground slumber for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, all would have remained this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Fabius Bael arrived at this desolate system and activated the Source Blood Stack, everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of the sacred gene-sequence awakened the Tyranids slumbering beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Lictor burst free, its body emerging from the earth, its sharp head turning toward the stars, sensory systems capturing scents across both real and warp dimensions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled the scent of lightning—like narrow alleys in a midnight metropolis, a bolt of thunder splitting the sky, puddled lanes filled only with shadowy figures, wind rising in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled the scent of red sand—like the sweat of slaves dragging iron chains across wastelands, slaves raising blades, shattering chains, crushing cities and burning lands, only to be reduced to ash in the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled the scent of arrows—like the Centaur riding the stars, drawing bows, endless expeditions ravaging countless worlds, burning rivers of stars, howling moon-wolves, arrows loosed without regret or remorse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled the scent of archives—like countless documents piled into dense mountains, pens never ceasing, overtime never ending, order flowing from these papers, shaping a nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lictor drew a deep breath, savoring twenty scents surging through its senses; this scent traveled along its link to the Hive Mind, transmitted to the shadowy consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow writhed, hunger flowing—it craved the extraordinary gene-sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its will crossed the stars, reaching directly to this barren world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the earth, the Tyranid egg sacs began to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these creatures did not burst forth directly—they instead descended deeper into the planet, toward the dormant Hive Mother Ship. The first Lictor to emerge re-entered the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless Tyranid organisms dissolved in the hive’s biomass pool, pumped through capillary tubes into the deepest chamber of the Hive Mother Ship, into the body of the Norn Queen—the fate-weaver of Tyranid gene-sequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Norn Queen writhed her tentacles, opened her body, biomass consumed rapidly—crawlers emerged from anal ducts, pumping gene-material into the Queen’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millions of distinct genotypes flowed within the Queen; she began to prune, twist, and reshape them, crafting suitable species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen longed to create a Norn Envoy—to seize that extraordinary gene-sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the biomass required to weave a Norn Envoy was astronomical; the biomass in this tiny tentacle was insufficient to forge even one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could only settle for a Lictor—and fulfill the Hive Mind’s demands as best she could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+It must traverse the vacuum, silently reaching that voidship.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understood. It can generate a protective capsule to shield its body, burning biomass to produce high-pressure gas expelled through anal ducts, enabling movement in vacuum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast amounts of biomass were consumed and stored to power the Lictor’s journey through the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Its size must be both large and small, its form light, silent on metal decks, able to slip noiselessly through gaps between pipes and machinery.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understood. Large yet small, light, able to slip through gaps—its joints will be complex and foldable, its bones hollow to reduce weight. To ensure silent movement, soft flesh-pads will be added to its soles; its outer skin will be transformed into a 3D reticulated foam structure, capable of deforming to fit into pipes and machinery gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+It must possess extreme stealth—not just optical, but also in scent, sound, and psychological dimensions.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understood. Optical stealth is the Lictor’s strength and will be preserved. Scent will be trapped within the 3D foam skin, ensuring no trace leaks. Sound will be absorbed by the foam structure. Psychological stealth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biomass burned rapidly. After hundreds of thousands of trials, the Norn Queen wove an odorless, colorless pheromone that triggered no sensor type—this pheromone affected biological brains, causing them to psychologically ignore the Lictor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+And psychic power—a potent psychic ability. While possessing extraordinary psychic power, you must not trigger detectable warp reactions when using it.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Norn Queen’s thoughts stalled for an instant. She was merely a minor Norn Queen of a small tentacle, responsible for only a tiny sub-fleet within the Leviathan Hive Fleet—her capabilities far inferior to her sisters who commanded entire armadas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind’s demands caused her mind to freeze for over ten minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast biomass was burned. Millions of gene-module units were repeatedly cut, reshaped, and integrated. After countless trials, the Norn Queen finally managed to assemble a psychic organ that met the Hive Mind’s demands and could fit inside the specially crafted Lictor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Strengthen the link to the Hive Mind. No need to inject intelligence—the Hive Mind will directly control this body.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Norn Queen’s movements froze for an instant—she was at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her experience told her that such a distant link would introduce slight delay between the Hive Mind and the Lictor’s body—brief, but still a vulnerability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Norn Queen possessed no true will—she obeyed the Hive Mind’s wisdom and wove the Lictor’s gene-sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast biomass burned rapidly. The Norn Queen’s body visibly withered; vast sections of the Hive Mother Ship were shut down, dismantled, melted into biomass, and pumped into the pool to nurture this terrifying Lictor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orange-yellow embryonic sac shattered—claws slowly pierced from the pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Lictor—capable of generating capsules to propel itself through vacuum via anal gas expulsion, possessing foldable complex joints, large yet small, hollow bones for lightness, flesh-padded soles to mute movement, 3D reticulated foam skin to squeeze through gaps and eliminate scent and sound, pheromones achieving psychological invisibility, equipped with a massive psychic organ that produces no detectable warp reaction, remotely operated by the Hive Mind—was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff-puff-puff, hiss, snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive Mind drove the Lictor to burst from the surface, generating a capsule, burning biomass to produce high-pressure gas—pfft—and launched into the atmosphere, silently approaching Fabius Bael’s vessel, adhering to its hull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The capsule shattered—the Lictor hooked its claws onto the ship’s exterior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using psychic power, its body slightly phased, instantly slipping inside the vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, it rapidly folded its body, slipping between the ship’s pipes; flesh-pads and 3D reticulated foam skin eliminated nearly all sound, allowing it to move silently through the vessel, searching for that extraordinary, alluring gene-sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Lictor found the gene-sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It saw Fabius Bael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael’s carapace opened, and a variety of experimental instruments probed the blood cluster suspended in zero gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>",1404,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c3a27867e303f0ccefa5ed714a33af3389bb086c6b3f95168c87dc0ed7b099d7","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-678","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-676",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]