[{"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-688":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},2265511,4422,"Chapter 688: The Hive Mind, I Have Brought You the Twenty-Second Century","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-688",688,"\u003Cp>The roar of beasts rose from the Stone Fortress as the Titan Hive Saint rose towering above the ramparts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Titan Hive Saints were simultaneously deployed atop the Stone Fortress, and the fortress’s firepower instantly locked onto those colossal bio-beasts, massive as mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Artillery rained down, and blue ripples spread across the bodies of the Titan Hive Saints like waves crashing in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psynergy—around each Hive Saint swirled an extremely potent psynergy shield, and Azriel, leveraging his Astartes’ transcendent power, faintly perceived a blue, shell-encased brain with tentacles hovering above each Hive Saint’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around those blue brains floated countless smaller spores, their brain tissue exposed, seemingly interconnected into a psynergy matrix that, in concert with the Hive Saint’s internal psynergy tissues, wove a powerful psynergy network, transforming each Hive Saint into a siege engine armored in psynergy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyrant Brain Cysts, these extraordinary psynergy-bearing Hive Tyrants, fused together with the Hive Saints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s heart tightened; he involuntarily imagined himself as the Stone Fortress’s commander, pondering how to break the deadlock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he soon realized his concern was unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of one Titan Hive Saint flew into the sky, a golden flash vanished, and pure white wings beat as it soared away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Guilliman had joined the battlefield unseen, instantly piercing through the psynergy barrier woven around the Titan Hive Saint and cleaving off its head with his Spear of Vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s eyes trembled slightly—it was the first time he had witnessed a Primarch fighting at full power; even bio-Titans endowed with immense psynergy could not withstand their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Azriel felt a sensation—he tilted his head slightly, gazing toward another Titan Hive Saint nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw several leaves drifting down from the forest, and a figure clad in dark green power armor appeared on the Titan Hive Saint’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Brain Tyrant sensed the figure, its brain tissue writhing as sharp psynergy lightning erupted from nowhere, lashing toward the intruder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kite Shield swung, effortlessly deflecting the psynergy lightning; a sharp power blade slashed downward, splitting the Brain Tyrant cleanly in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the blade pierced deep into the Titan Hive Saint’s brainstem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s gaze was utterly fixed on that figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, it’s our turn.” Haelir appeared behind Azriel, his voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s body trembled slightly; he nodded and retreated into formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their ship soon departed from the Stone Fortress, joining the fleet, attempting to break through the encirclement of the Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not difficult—the Glory Queen-class battleship Red Tear and the Abyss-class battleship Dora Cabinet began to unleash their extraordinary power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tore a gap through the bio-fleet and led the armada like a spear thrust toward the designated target: Ziafrya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s going smoothly,” Azriel murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no sooner had he spoken than he felt it—a sensation of being watched, of being stared at—as if an invisible giant eye in the void was fixed upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel followed the direction of the gaze and saw only deep void—and a planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A planet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel had read the data on the Tiamat system; he knew its seven planets had not been entirely consumed by the Hive Mind, but instead were modified, twisted, and covered by a Hive bio-layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every blade of grass, every bacterium, every virus on these planets was a branch of the Hive gene-tree… Could it be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if to confirm Azriel’s thought, the planet in his vision trembled visibly—the surface, covered in mycelium and chitin, slowly parted, revealing a grotesque, fleshy maw lined with countless spinning, razor-sharp fangs, as if ready to swallow the entire fleet whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s suspicion was confirmed—it was a planetary-scale Tyranid organism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp tentacles erupted from the planet’s body, lashing toward the Imperial fleet; the entire fleet’s formation twisted under its immense gravity, drawn toward the tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, countless mini-Dora-Cabinets burst forth from within the fleet, each carrying a crimson cloak that collided with the tentacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tentacle, fired from the planetary-scale Tyranid, was violently repelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was not over—the planetary-scale Tyranid beast charged straight toward the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ship beneath Azriel shuddered violently; only by pushing its engines to full power did it resist the gravitational pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prepare for impact!” Haelir roared. “Orders from above: the gravitational environment will become extremely complex shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gravitational environment complex? Azriel was still pondering what could cause such complexity when, high above this system, the Saint Dora-A-Meng, locked in battle with the Hive Mind, moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A round fist slammed into the Hive Mind’s face, forcing it to roar and stagger backward into reality; seizing the moment, Saint Dora-A-Meng’s round hand plunged into the pocket on its belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three planets were pulled from the pocket—three planet-sized Necron constructs glowing with emerald light, their surfaces covered in black stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>World Engines—the Necrons’ planetary warships—were cast into the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the gravitational environment within the system became wildly complex; the Hive Fleet was thrown into chaos by the gravitational upheaval, while the Imperial Fleet, anticipating this, barely held its formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, all planets except Ziafrya began to tremble—their mycelium and chitinous shells split open, revealing their biological nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six planets besides Ziafrya were all planetary-scale Tyranid organisms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three World Engines immediately unleashed their firepower upon the six Tyranid planetary organisms; a stalemate formed in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three against six. Azriel watched the battle in silence—under these conditions, the World Engines were clearly at a severe disadvantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a searing light erupted from one of the World Engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the World Engine, Auran felt the rhythm of the stars, the surge of heat and light beneath dimensions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hollow divinity called to Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Auran knew how to ascend into a Star God—he had done so more than once—but he disliked the feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tearing sensation, a hollowing—his original will dissolved into divinity, like a drop of water vanishing and diluting in an ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since being granted a soul, every time he recalled that sensation, he felt a piercing agony deep within his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>",1000,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a2ac7347e332a817ff6fe3e1039b2cedb7b16f7e82d0f26a5cec5659bca66a5b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-689","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-687",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]