[{"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-684":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},2265507,4422,"Chapter 684","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-684",684,"\u003Cp>The frontline fighting remained mundane, the only change being Mortarion’s Death Guard forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had to admire the Tau’s adaptability; this race had risen swiftly and carved out territory at the galaxy’s edge, proving their worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, they had adapted to the war’s intensity, carefully controlled by Guilliman, adapted to fighting the Imperial forces, and with the help of allied Space Dwarves, several minor xenos races, and opportunistic Dark Eldar, they had barely stabilized the front, serving as a training ground for Imperial troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mortarion’s Death Guard, who entered the battlefield the previous day, utterly exceeded their understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not comprehend why the soldiers’ battle suits suddenly sprouted fleshy tentacles and masses of fungi, fusing with the Tau and turning to attack their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not understand why enemies whose bodies had been blown apart still charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of all, they could not understand why, after Mortarion merely muttered a few numbers, an incurable plague erupted spontaneously within their own ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, even Guilliman could not understand it. Previously, Guilliman had only heard fragments of numerology from Zhou Yun, and in practical application, he had found this thing called numerology did indeed have some utility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he did not understand its principles, Guilliman had always maintained a degree of respect for numerology, even often marveling that Mortarion was truly a sage and master, having created such an esoteric discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these past few days, after Mortarion boarded the Macragge’s Honour, he taught Guilliman this so-called numerology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman initially adopted a humble, learning posture, but as Mortarion spoke, Guilliman gradually began to lose his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this really just feudal superstition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion’s numerology was shallow in logic, dominated by emotion over reason, riddled with contradictions; Guilliman’s transcendent mind instantly detected its flaws, triggering an instinctive skepticism toward numerology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet numerology undeniably worked. This profoundly shattered Guilliman’s worldview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion even claimed that numerology was the fundamental logic of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman could not comprehend: was the fundamental logic of this world chaos, irrationality, internal contradiction, and feudal superstition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though incomprehensible, the Death Guard’s resilience and power were indeed admirable; with them present, there was no need to fear mistakes in the war against the Tau, nor betrayal by the demons lurking nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now made Guilliman sense something was amiss was within the Imperium itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the reports received these past days appeared normal, Guilliman still keenly detected slight fluctuations in the output of many planets, all occurring at nearly identical times; on several planets, output had suddenly dropped for a period, then surged violently—even surpassing previous levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This situation alarmed Guilliman; he quickly realized that subtle, unnoticed changes were occurring within these planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were these Genestealers? Almost certainly—the Hive Mind was acting in stealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likely, Genestealers lay hidden throughout the entire Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Zhou Yun seemed remarkably calm, not yet taking any real action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only order he had issued so far was to secretly mobilize certain Deathwatch units—this was a normal command, as the Deathwatch were experts on xenos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon closer thought, it seemed odd: the Blood Angels were also experts in combating hive fleets, yet after issuing the call, Zhou Yun fell silent and issued no further orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman sensed even the gods were growing restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roboute.” A clear, lively voice, like a forest spirit at midnight, sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, alluring “woman” stepped into Guilliman’s office; her upper body wore a loose, languid white shirt adorned with subtle ruffles that did not disrupt its simplicity, while her lower body was clad in a tight black skirt that revealed the upper thighs and hips of her muscular legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair fell over the white shirt, her sharp ears slightly visible, lending her a playful air; a pair of small glasses rested on her almond eyes, adding an air of maturity to her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eldarion.” Guilliman’s lips curled into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly suppressed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For on the steps beside him, Mortarion’s shadowed eyes beneath his hood watched Eldarion with keen interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion, this moth, was like a stinking pile of dog shit glued to Guilliman’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, he did nothing but cling to Guilliman, sitting on the steps beside his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman had initially tried to gently, politely dismiss Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told Mortarion that his seven-meter-tall body, with its enormous moth wings, disrupted his governance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Mortarion, right before Guilliman’s eyes, detached his massive moth wings, and his body shrank to roughly three meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This again stunned Guilliman: was this thing detachable?? Guilliman had always assumed it was a mutation, never imagining it was removable like a jump pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion even said with perfect seriousness: “Wings growing on your back from divine blessing? Can we please stop with this feudal superstition? Are Sanguinius’s wings divinely blessed? Can you please be a materialist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eldarion stepped forward, nodded slightly to Mortarion seated on the steps; Mortarion’s face lit up with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brooding moth actually smiled back at Eldarion, his expression growing increasingly subtle and strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eldarion handed Guilliman a document, whispered a few words in his ear, then swiftly exited the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion’s gaze kept shifting between Eldarion and Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Thirteen,” Mortarion said with a peculiar smile: “I’ve always heard you’re the smartest of our brothers, and the most human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never believed those two things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But after the Heresy ended, you, arriving just nine hours late, seized what Horus bled out for and the Emperor died trying to keep—and you did it with nothing but a so-called holy scripture, splitting nine Legions. At that moment, I knew you were truly the smartest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, I also believe you’re not just the smartest—you’re the most human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which of our brothers enjoys what you do now? Power, status, dignity, honor—even alien women—all in your hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guilliman, Guilliman—if I had half your cunning,” Mortarion sneered, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s just a colleague,” Guilliman said, his face darkening. “The clothes she wears were chosen by Zhou Yun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! I believe you.” Mortarion nodded slightly. “But I just did a quick numerological calculation—your Bazi  are perfectly aligned. Let me use numerology to select a lucky day for you two. It’ll complete your happiness—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stand up!” Guilliman’s voice brimmed with fury, his eyes swirling with storming blue and gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortarion gasped—his body involuntarily rose to its feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stood as well, pointing a finger at the chair: “Sit down!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1060,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c6831f67b7a6fc6eda3ab049befbd4787ddca7349d8878e2f28352a6dff41586","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-685","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-683",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]