[{"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-687":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},2265510,4422,"Chapter 687: Asmodeus!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-687",687,"\u003Cp>Not only the Stone Fortress, but Azriel also saw from the cockpit doorway the Glory Queen-class battleship Red Tear, the Emperor-class battleship Lord of Light—once the flagship of Macarius, now the flagship of Saint Doraemon—and the Abyss-class battleship Dora Cabinet, reclaimed from the traitor Erebus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What enemy could possibly warrant such a vast void force, teeming with countless Astartes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel slightly shook his head; this was not a matter for him to concern himself with now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was merely a Black Shield Astartes; obedience to orders was the only thing he needed to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, obey orders, step onto the Stone Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel stepped onto the bridge forged from ceramite, gazing at the rough stone ground just one step away, feeling a wave of dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat tightened, his head grew light, as if his skull were floating free from his body, ready to become a firefly and drift into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a coincidence occur? Or was this truly a coincidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fled the Stone Fortress, abandoned his position as Chapter Master, and now fate had returned him to the Stone Fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel even suspected some blue-skinned Chaos conspiracy might be behind this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Azriel hesitated, a hand lightly tapped his back, producing a crisp metallic clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fear nothing, remain calm. Such a large-scale mobilization cannot possibly be aimed at you,” Haelir said beside him, his voice low yet reassuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.You?” Azriel was slightly startled, for an instant even fearing his identity had been exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I don’t know who you are. I only sensed your fear of the Stone Fortress,” Haelir shook his head, signaling Azriel to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haelir was right: such a massive gathering—tens of thousands of Astartes, millions of Imperial Guard—Azriel was insignificant among them. If this were truly aimed at him, it would be far too conspicuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a coincidence. Just a coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel stepped onto the rough ground of the Stone Fortress. He had walked this ground countless times before, but never had it felt so strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like a lost exile returning to a homeland he believed he would never see again, yet also like a fallen angel about to be cast into a cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few steps, he felt dizzy and nauseous, a wave of sickness rising from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fallen Angel. The shattered Caliban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it not Caliban’s destruction that gave birth to the Fallen Angels? Then, if he was the one who caused Caliban’s ruin, should he bear responsibility for their existence? Should he not be tried and repent in the Stone Fortress’s dungeons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Azriel sensed a sharp, lethal gaze fixed upon him—not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel lifted his head, meeting that gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Dark Angel clad in a bone-colored robe and deep green hood, wearing a skull helmet, holding a priest’s staff, adorned with a rosary of roses, surrounded by chilling gray-white furnace smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angel scrutinized Azriel, as if Azriel’s earlier reaction had aroused his suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s heart clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Angels’ Interrogator-Chaplain, the terror of every Fallen Angel—even among the extreme-minded Dark Angels, Asmodeus was the most extreme, the most insane, the most brutal. He could keep a Fallen Angel conscious and alive through weeks of torture. Many Fallen Angels committed suicide merely upon hearing his name. Yet despite this, Asmodeus performed his duties poorly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His duty was to make Fallen Angels repent. Yet despite all his horrific methods, Asmodeus had succeeded in securing repentance from only two Fallen Angels. This further shattered his sanity, and his behavior grew ever more uncontrollable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Azriel had often cleaned up after his mad actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, facing Asmodeus’s interrogative gaze, Azriel involuntarily averted his eyes. Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel cursed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past months of mindless slaughter of xenos had relaxed his nerves. He had betrayed hesitation, fear, and avoidance before Asmodeus’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would not escape Asmodeus’s notice. He stood here likely seeking to drag out Fallen Angels from the Black Shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he clearly suspected Azriel was a Fallen Angel. By the Lion’s grace, for Asmodeus, suspicion itself was proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus strode forward, charging straight at Azriel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s fingers twitched toward the hilt of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Asmodeus reached out—grabbing for Azriel—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gloved hand clad in black armor seized Asmodeus’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Torturer, what do you intend to do to my brother?” Haelir stood beside Azriel, one hand gripping Asmodeus’s wrist, coldly staring him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Release him!” Asmodeus growled. “This one bears the taint of corruption. You and your squad will immediately surrender your weapons—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whose order? Whose decree? Whose judgment?” Haelir tightened his grip. “We are Black Shields. We have forsaken all but the Emperor. The Emperor has already judged us, commanding us to fight our enemies until death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Torturer, do you believe yourself more authoritative than the Emperor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus let out a bestial roar, swinging his priest’s staff through the air, aiming straight for Haelir’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel lunged for his blade, ready to strike—but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haelir’s sword drew faster than he could react, lightly deflecting Asmodeus’s staff, its tip now pressed against Asmodeus’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast. Faster than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel was slightly astonished. Though not famed for martial prowess like Logan, Karan, or Diego—the three impossibly strong ones—or even Dante of the Blood Angels,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel was still a Chapter Master of the Primogenitor Chapter; his skill ranked among the Empire’s finest. Yet Haelir’s swordsmanship—was faster than his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just who was this brother of his?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the situation was growing dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haelir and Asmodeus stood locked in confrontation; the air had grown icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Shields, Deathwatch, Dark Angels, and a few Blood Angels nearby turned their gazes toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A squad of Dark Angels was advancing toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet strangely, Azriel could not immediately recognize the markings on those Astartes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, he realized: those insignias were the heraldry of the Dark Angels Legion during the Great Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winged Terror, Knight of the Holy Triad, Third Company, Second Destroyer Squad. But beyond that, Azriel could not discern more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Asmodeus named the leader of that squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zabriel!” he snarled, his voice laced with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fallen Angel. The first thought that flashed through Azriel’s mind as he stared at Zabriel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Astartes named Zabriel said nothing. He simply made a gesture to Haelir—an apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to Asmodeus and signaled him to step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus shot him a look filled with hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zabriel remained unmoved, coldly saying: “Will you defy the Lion’s will?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1090,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b2118a6cad838295012e92b13b8cc9599c831ba563486b2dc59b06694b80da7f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-688","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-686",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]