[{"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-693":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},2265516,4422,"Chapter 693","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-693",693,"\u003Cp>Azriel saw the ink-green figure—gloomy, powerful, terrifying—and merely glimpsing it from afar sent a fear deep into his marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lion Ryan El Jansen appeared suddenly in the deep flesh corridor before him, without warning, without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Azriel was certain this was the Hive Mind’s old trick again—the special Brainworm known as Marantai’s Doom attempting to confuse his mind, lure him, and devour his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, the former Chapter Master of the Dark Angels drew his blade after only two seconds of hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Haeler beside him could react, Azriel moved like a black cat through the forest—swift, fleeting—circling to the figure’s oblique side and crouching silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haeler noticed this, saw the Lion, and wanted to stop Azriel—but then he remembered how Azriel had seen through Marantai’s Doom’s illusion last time, and his motion hesitated for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the Lion standing in the flesh corridor seemed to sense Azriel’s presence—he turned his head slightly, about to look behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opportunity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel let out a low hiss, his blade sharp as a cat’s fang, thrusting straight toward the Lion’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion turned his head—his reaction faster than Azriel’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gloomy eyes hidden beneath the golden-brown mane locked onto Azriel’s form in the briefest possible moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel felt as if a million rough obsidian blades had pierced his body, searing pain burning through every nerve node.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression trembled slightly—he remembered being a child, a cave-dweller on a frozen planet, hiding beneath snow, waiting in winter for the thick-furred beasts of the tundra, his only weapon a short dagger forged from beast teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done this many times—to reclaim the pelts his tribe needed to survive winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that time, he failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the old beast was too cunning, perhaps his young body trembled too much from the cold—in any case, he revealed himself just before striking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winter beast stared down at him with gloomy, cunning, ferocious eyes, watching him, as if ready to tear his body apart inch by inch to see his warm organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling then was similar—but utterly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel could feel: the gap between himself and this man was far greater than the gap between his child-self and that tundra giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Azriel had killed the tundra beast at the cost of his life—but now, he had no chance of killing this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A palm struck Azriel’s helmeted head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s head and body flew backward, slamming hard against the fleshy wall of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind reeled, dizziness engulfed him—he felt the part of his brain governing balance had been precisely shattered by the Lion’s blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bitter smile crossed his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it really be the Lion? That palm—no doubt, this was the true Lion Ryan El Jansen, the First Primarch, the Emperor’s eldest son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just swung his blade at the Lion—Azriel felt the fury surging from the Lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Astartes dared to ambush him from behind the moment he entered the battlefield—such near-treason, how could the Lion not be furious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” A figure stepped between Azriel and the Lion—Haeler raised his broadsword, standing squarely before Ryan El Jansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What stunned Azriel even more was Haeler’s sword stance—different from before, yet unbearably familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Kaliban sword style’s opening posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My son,” the Lion’s tone held no question—only certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…” Azriel, still dizzy, opened his mouth slightly, bewildered—but upon reflection, it was not surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me, brother. I’ve grown too accustomed to vigilance. I hid the fact that I’m just like you—I’m one of those ‘Fallen Angels’ the younger ones speak of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, we’re not the same. I’m not a Fallen Angel. Honestly, Azriel wished he were just some ordinary passing Fallen Angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Step aside.” The Lion drew his sword—unexpected to Azriel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that in the Lion’s combat instinct, Haeler was worthy of drawing his blade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword of Loyalty slashed through the air—so fast it made Azriel’s scalp crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Haeler raised his blade, tilted its edge, bent his knees slightly—and deflected the Lion’s strike, absorbing its force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” The Lion’s voice rose slightly, as if sensing something intriguing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swords clashed rapidly, back and forth—the Lion’s smile grew clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Haeler, merely an Astartes, was trading blows with a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion lifted his sword slightly, caught a fleeting flaw in Haeler’s technique, forcing Haeler to retreat two or three steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s you, my little brother,” the Lion said, his tone softening slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haeler. That is my name now,” Haeler bowed his head, standing before Azriel: “My Lord, he never intended to strike you. The Swarm used illusions to deceive us—he mistook you for a phantom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why so tense, Haeler?” The Lion nodded slightly. “Since my return, my sons have swung blades at me countless times. I no longer feel much anger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I merely wished to verify his identity,” the Lion’s voice lowered, growing deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haeler hesitated for an instant, then stepped aside slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remove your helmet,” the Lion ordered Azriel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s body stiffened—he did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remove your helmet!” This time, the Lion’s voice carried unchallengeable authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel shuddered, his arm trembling slightly as he raised both hands to the helmet’s sides and pulled upward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel’s helmet was stuck on his head—Ryan’s palm had dented and twisted it; now it would not come off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Lion’s gaze remained sharp as a blade, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under that gaze, Azriel strained to remove his helmet—after delay, he finally managed to lift it slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azriel sweated profusely—he had a premonition: if he removed his helmet, he might—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sliver of Azriel’s chin was exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lu Se?” At that moment, Ryan seemed to sense something—he spun sharply and called out behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the chance, Azriel slammed his helmet back onto his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryan El Jansen turned back, gazing behind him—shadows writhed in the flesh corridor, a familiar presence seeping from them.\u003C\u002Fp>",983,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0e5a3b6f8934edc06e99e7a0623249b1bb964f1da48ef11ce98697c1e933104b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-694","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-692",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]