[{"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-68":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},2264891,4422,"Chapter 68: Having Seen the Viceroy, Why Do You Not Kneel?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-68",68,"\u003Cp>Mong saw the alien demigod, a monstrous entity crouched beneath the tower-like subspace engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong nearly vomited from the psychic shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a colossal beast nearly six meters tall, with six limbs and a tail, its skin a deep violet, covered in Cengcenglengjiaodejidingzhijiaqiao .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its two massive, deformed heads were elongated triangles, each side of the skull bearing eyes as sharp as if carved by a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes brimmed with intense malice, hatred, corruption, and greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its powerful, lizard-like legs crouched atop a massive pipe beneath the subspace engine; two three-fingered claws, capable of tearing apart vehicles, plunged into the metal piping, while the other two spread wide like wings beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This creature did not seem a product of this world, nor any life capable of arising in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed a profound malice from deeper, darker voids, a mouthpiece of some vast will within the hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Mong saw the monster, icy fear gripped him, his legs trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others around him stood frozen, their minds hammered by overwhelming terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most had their mouths gaping wide, paralyzed into silent screams by sheer dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a gap in biological hierarchy—the monster was not something a mortal could hope to match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong even entertained the thought of fleeing; he felt utterly powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt as if he had returned to childhood, when his horns had just begun to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother, gone mad, had charged at them with pliers and a cleaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkit had clung desperately to her thighs, his head bleeding, his horns severed by her blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong had hidden behind a cabinet, helpless, watching his brother being tortured, weeping silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slug-like parasite in his chest writhed, its mild pain stimulating his nerves and pulling him slightly back to clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time he was not powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong bit his lip, and foul blood trickled down his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could infect the monster’s genetic sequence even as it injected its corruption into him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong steadied himself, suppressing the fear within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most of those around him had reached their breaking point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong was certain: the moment one person broke and fled, the entire crowd would collapse into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“SILENCE!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice saturated with potent psychic power blasted through speakers across the entire crypt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong felt his inner terror instantly suppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the source and saw the Four-Armed God Emperor’s High Priest standing beneath the Viceroy’s claw, raising his staff high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the First Prophet, the Living Saint of the Four-Armed God Emperor, the core and genetic ancestor of our lineage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intense psychic power, fused with the hive-will of gene-thieves, pressed upon everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Having seen the Viceroy, why do you not kneel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the speakers held by the evangelists, the voice, thick with hive-will, pierced every mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces around Mong grew vacant; even Mong felt the world before him blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark crypt transformed into a sacred church lit with incense; the glow upon the subspace engine became radiant stained-glass light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Four-Armed God Emperor’s High Priest became a holy priest; the gene-thieves scattered around became the Emperor’s Death Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the six-limbed beast, six meters tall, standing upon the pipe, began to radiate holiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pipe beneath it became a throne draped in crimson velvet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of its four claws sprouted pure white feathers, becoming angelic wings wreathed in divine radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its violet skin turned snow-white; its triangular head became handsome; its chitinous skull sprouted brilliant golden hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the horrific monster became a lofty angel, seated upon the crimson throne, wings spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes, once filled with malice, hunger, greed, and cunning, now softened into gentleness and sanctity, as if brimming with compassion for all living things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An angel! A seraphim watches over us!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong was moved to the brink of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angel, Lord of our pure sacrifice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bless those who are deformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accept those who bear horns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgive those who are profane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be born with sin is to be born with blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your mercy shall erase all divisions, unite us as one, and scour our base sins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praise the sacrifice of our Lord; we too shall stand with this noble sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swarm of bloated, rotting, grotesque little creatures shrieked urgently in Mong’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They told Mong that the creature before him was merely a shameless, greedy worm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not the offspring of the cursed, not that perfect angel, not the Ninth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The parasite in Mong’s chest tore at his organs, jolting him fully awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong clutched his chest, gritting his teeth as he looked ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had walked half the length of the crypt in a half-dream state; the six-meter-tall gene-thief Viceroy now loomed just before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill rose within Mong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic power he had just felt was too immense—it could not have been generated by the gene-thief High Priest alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Viceroy must have amplified his psychic power through some means, drawing upon the entire clan’s hive-will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Lyen Rus had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong recalled the words Zhou Yun had spoken last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-thieves formed a hive-will through psychic links.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this will’s control, they were deluded and cognitively distorted, forever believing themselves true humans and devout believers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-thief Viceroy was the core and controller of the entire hive-will, the nexus of all psychic links.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill the gene-thief Viceroy, and the delusions and cognitive distortions clinging to all gene-thieves would briefly vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with their own mutated bodies and remembering their mad, profane acts, they would descend into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opportunity lay within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after taking two steps, Mong noticed something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Strange—why had the people ahead stopped before reaching the gene-thief Viceroy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t the gene-thief Viceroy seem about to inject corruption?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were fewer and fewer people ahead of me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong blinked, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crowd ahead thinned, he began to see clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the crowd, before the gene-thief Viceroy, lay a massive pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pool was filled with foul, gray-yellow viscous fluid, occasionally bubbling with organic gases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bewitched by psychic power drifted forward with serene expressions, falling into the pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their flesh, skin, organs, and bones dissolved the moment they touched the fluid, turning into pure biological sludge that merged into the pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong held his breath, staring in disbelief at the pool’s contents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the biological sludge crouched a monstrous figure, even more insectoid and far larger than the gene-thief Viceroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure was stretching its four blade-like limbs within the pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1086,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","869434a1241c103f3326fb1bcd97d1f350568553abb282b7393bf93b45aca1d7","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-69","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-67",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]