[{"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-705":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},2265528,4422,"Chapter 705","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-705",705,"\u003Cp>Those twisted psychic energies radiated outward from Ma Genusi, striking the ships—not destroying them outright, but transforming them into layers of flickering, overlapping shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if ships from other parallel worlds had been pulled to this point, stacked and colliding, flashing with blinding, dizzying light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew and Astartes aboard the ships screamed in unison, their bodies sprouting duplicated organs, multiple heads, extra arms, and conflicting wills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the versions of themselves from parallel worlds differed slightly—and when those differences accumulated, they became fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the ships and their parallel selves crushed and collided, instantly bursting into molten fire, spewing vast quantities of debris that shattered several more warships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman swiftly reestablished command over the fleet, ordering ships to intercept Ma Genusi one by one, sacrificing them as shields to protect the Macragge’s Glory and himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This act naturally violated Guilliman’s moral code, but out of reason and necessity, he had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had warned him: if he were corrupted by Chaos, the threat he posed would surpass that of Horus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet obeyed Guilliman’s command without hesitation, becoming shields to block Ma Genusi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet nearly all these ships were Imperial—the Death Guard fleet led by Mo Ta Li An had ignored Guilliman’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they formed a strange, twisted formation around Ma Genusi, the Imperial fleet, and the Macragge’s Glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They grouped in sevens: seven ships per squad, seven squads per battle group, seven battle groups per fleet, and seven fleets forming a spiraling, distorted seven-pointed star, as if bound by a fixed ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Guard themselves did not join the fleet; they too formed groups of seven, standing in ranks and whispering incantations, while countless Nurgle spirits lurched around them, dancing like ancient prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Guilliman did not condemn Mo Ta Li An’s actions, for the ritual’s effect was immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Ta Li An stepped forward, entering the void through a breach in the Macragge’s Glory; his body instantly expanded, growing from over three meters to over seven meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman guessed Mo Ta Li An’s current height was precisely seven meters, seventy-seven centimeters, and seven millimeters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body curled slightly as the pale armor on his back slowly unfolded, and a pair of moth wings, dusted with scales, sprouted alive from his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this supposed to be a jump pack? Isn’t it detachable? Why is it growing on its own?” Guilliman muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assumed Mo Ta Li An couldn’t hear him—sound couldn’t travel through vacuum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Mo Ta Li An turned his head, fixing Guilliman with a gloomy gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Normally, yes—it’s detachable. But when it matters, isn’t it faster to grow it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman thought bitterly: You’re the one who called growing wings from divine blessing feudal superstition—but he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Mo Ta Li An would insist this wasn’t divine blessing—it was the power of numerology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Ta Li An’s moth wings trembled once, and his speed surpassed even that of void ships, becoming a streak of pale lightning as he lunged straight at Ma Genusi, surrounded by the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does flying with wings in vacuum even follow aerodynamics?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman felt a strange lump in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vacuum is cold, devoid of all that sustains life—any mortal who steps into it dies instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mo Ta Li An is no mortal—he is a Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere breaths, Mo Ta Li An broke through the fleet’s formation and stood face-to-face with Ma Genusi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of Ma Genusis had fused into a single twisted, grotesque creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its body had been forcibly filled with the power of the Eternal Well, and unrealized possibilities piled upon it, multiplying endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after close observation, Mo Ta Li An confirmed one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Genusi didn’t just possess bodies and powers from parallel worlds—he also carried their wills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the Crimson Kings fought to control this vessel, clashing violently, unable to reach consensus, like a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the base directive injected by Tzeentch—the command to corrupt Guilliman—remained active, allowing them to act in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the current Ma Genusi was little more than a beast, driven by instinct, save for the single purpose of corrupting Guilliman—and a beast with severe dissociative identity disorder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if it were merely a beast—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Genusi sensed Mo Ta Li An’s presence; all thousands of his heads turned toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A torrent of psychic energy surged like a flood toward Mo Ta Li An.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Ta Li An’s moth wings curled inward, wrapping him like two withered leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, faintly visible, rose a towering spire of rotting flesh, built from Great Unclean Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight hundred twenty-three thousand five hundred forty-three Great Unclean Ones sat amid murky, yellow mist—flies shrieked, cysts hung low, rotting trees bore fruit, and dark clouds rained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These eighty thousand-plus daemons had all once picked up Mo Ta Li An’s blood-price at the crossroads of Nurgle’s Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the power of numerology, Mo Ta Li An had bound his fate to theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first instant the psychic flood struck, one-seventh—eleven thousand seven hundred sixty-four—of the daemons screamed and turned to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What terrifying psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Ta Li An’s grim face twisted violently; thick, putrid smoke materialized and rolled toward Ma Genusi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ma Genusi merely shuddered slightly, and his scorching psychic energy burned the poison to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic energy coalesced into thousands of blinding, flickering light-spears, hurtling straight at Mo Ta Li An—he tried to dodge with his wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the spears, under Ma Genusi’s overwhelming psychic control, twisted causality itself—they pierced Mo Ta Li An’s body the moment they were fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over three hundred thousand daemons vanished into ash, returning to Nurgle’s Garden to respawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this damned feudal superstition be so powerful? This red-skinned sorcerer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Mo Ta Li An could finish cursing in his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More psychic light-spears surrounded him, nearly impossible to evade, piercing him through in an instant like a sieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Great Unclean Ones behind him were nearly all slain, only a few barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a storm of light-spears rained down upon Ma Genusi’s massive body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman seized the instant after Ma Genusi’s psychic release—concentrating the fleet’s firepower to strike Ma Genusi’s flesh directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames burned across Ma Genusi’s body; all thousands of his heads shrieked in unison, unleashing a violent psychic pulse that blurred surrounding spacetime. Thousands of warships collided with their own counterparts from alternate possibilities and shattered themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mo Ta Li An seized this opening—his wings trembled as he surged forward, slashing down with a scythe wrapped in thick, dark clouds, aiming for one of Ma Genusi’s heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet layer upon layer of psychic shields blocked his scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head he targeted let out a piercing shriek—a psychic lance shot forth, instantly piercing Mo Ta Li An’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few remaining Great Unclean Ones behind him vanished into smoke; searing agony surged through Mo Ta Li An.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent tearing sensation tore through his body—memories, souls, and bodies from other possibilities surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You betrayed the Emperor!” a roar echoed in his mind; a new head sprouted from his side, tearing at his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another head ripped free from his neck, muttering words like “Hades”—nonsensical, incomprehensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More, more Mo Ta Li Ans from parallel worlds crashed into him, tearing at his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven—counting Mo Ta Li An himself—seven of him were fused together, indistinguishable, tearing at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Mo Ta Li An been a normal being, he would have been torn apart long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eh? Eh? Eh!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1256,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b1bfb0ac07ebd5bf487f9664a755497019492bdc7412f2e10ffe1e096677c87b","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-706","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-704",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]