[{"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-681":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},2265504,4422,"Chapter 681: All This Was Planned.jpg","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-681",681,"\u003Cp>Fabius's roar resonated through the Aether, surging and churning, drawing the gaze of entities lurking within the Aether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Aether witnessed that horrifying scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, the Hive Mind manifested a shadowy form in the Aether, its twisted tentacles tearing apart the ship belonging to Fabius Bael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel, flame, glass, and keel were instantly shattered into fragments; a pool of crimson blood was exposed within the Aether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many demons held their breath, gazing at that glowing drop of blood with greed and fear, sensing the extraordinary power within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The primal state of the twenty Primarchs before their birth in the material universe was preserved in that drop; their genetic sequences after birth in reality were also preserved within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the shadow, a grotesque, twisted mouth—fused with traits of millions of creatures—extended, sucking up the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruby-like blood trembled slightly, cracked open, and its genetic sequences and twenty samples of Aetheric powers were swallowed by the Hive Mind’s shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a violent resonance surged through the Aether, reality, and the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Webway, Khan Khorne paused mid-hunt, raising his head slightly; the Dark Eldar shrieked and wove a string of malevolent Aetheric spells to strike him, but those energies vanished before touching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could withstand Aetheric energies fueled by malice; his Yin and Yang remained perpetually balanced, a power even capable of shielding his progeny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eagle-like eyes, the scene of the Hive Mind seizing the Source Blood Stack slowly reflected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin and Yang are collapsing, within reach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the demon world blanketed in snow, Leman Russ, his hair white as frost, swung his Frost Axe, cleaving open a demon’s skull. The Lord of Winter had long forgotten how long he’d walked this path, yet he still remembered his mission: to find the Tree of Life, obtain its seed, and heal his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the Lord of Winter halted, lifting his head toward the endless blizzard—he saw the swarm seizing the Source Blood Stack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Wolf’s Hour is near.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On an unknown planet, two figures clad in deep-blue scaled armor, their builds matching standard Astartes, stood side by side, watching as the Hive Mind devoured the Source Blood Stack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such a reckless move—how could Tzeentch be so foolish?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Contradiction is his very nature; anything he does is unsurprising.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could this be a frame-up by the other Blue God?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unlikely. The traces are unmistakably Tzeentch’s. And what motive would he have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures exchanged words, their voices identical, their faces identical—as if one man had split himself in two and was speaking to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, footsteps sounded behind them; a figure of similar height appeared behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?” the figure asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me? I am Alpharius, of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a coincidence—I am Alpharius too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” the figure shook his head: “You are not Alpharius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because,” the figure slowly revealed himself, clad in the same scaled armor, his face identical to theirs: “I am Alpharius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Aether, reality, and the Webway, all Primarchs felt an instinctive resonance, sensing that their genetic sequences—and something more fundamental—had been subtly devoured by the Hive Mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, within the Aether, all Aetheric entities glimpsed a terrifying trend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After consuming the Source Blood Stack, the Hive Mind seemed to have patched a minor flaw—its fate began slowly closing in upon itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Aetheric entities, Aetheric users, seers, and even street fortune-tellers now saw a vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eternal Dragon rose from the Aether, biting its own tail, coiling into a circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Greedy Dissolution—the Eternal Dragon—had begun to manifest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams of terror rose and fell throughout the Aether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not merely because the Eternal Dragon’s birth was foretold, but because at that very moment, the Daemonic Sword of Damocles—black sun hovering above the Aether, above all heads—trembled slightly, as if about to fall upon this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The birth of the Lord of Greedy Dissolution would unleash boundless force upon the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor would bear the crushing weight of three domains; no being believed he could endure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon his arrival, the Lord of Greedy Dissolution would crush the Domain of Malicious Arts, crush the Domain of Corruptive Destruction, and forcibly birth the Dark King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things would perish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant, a piercing wail rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael’s form materialized within the ship; shadowy claws pierced his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon Fabius’s flesh, a cocoon woven from blight and the faith of New Humans writhed and struggled—the unborn god known as the Deformed Father sought to burst free, to be born in an incomplete form, escaping the Hive Mind’s control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Hive Mind’s claws plunged directly into the cocoon; thick pus oozed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the material universe, countless New Humans and grotesque creations scattered by Fabius across different planets screamed in unison; their bodies began uncontrollably mutating, twisting into writhing masses of grotesque flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All New Humans sensed it: their creator was about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The claws shattered the cocoon; from the slime, a creature both spider and butterfly—the Deformed Father—was dragged out by the Hive Mind’s tentacles, its head seized by a jagged maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deformed Father writhed, but to no avail; the Hive Mind’s maw shifted slightly, and its upper body was torn apart by sharp claws, thick pus gushing forth, then swallowed whole along with the lower body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius Bael’s body was simultaneously filled with countless tentacles, every part of him being slowly devoured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only this body—Fabius realized in horror that the Hive Mind’s tentacles were spreading along his will toward other bodies, even toward the living things he had created.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was being consumed—not merely his flesh, his soul, but his very existence, being eroded and replaced. Among his creations, the faith in the Deformed Father was swiftly twisted, reshaped into a new faith: the Clawed Deformed Father. Mutations of cunning began appearing on his creations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabius’s other bodies were also slowly mutating and collapsing; the Hive Mind gave him no chance to escape by switching vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terror of approaching death, the grief of all his life’s work dissolving in an instant, the resentment of being manipulated—all fused into boundless rage and hatred, spilling from Fabius’s mouth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tzeentch!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1030,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c0abd54d2758c7197f9f4d1c14c032bb494eee198470ae293dbce6d0c93f3395","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-682","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-680",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]