[{"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-72":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},2264895,4422,"Chapter 72: I Am Luo Ge Doren","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>In the underground palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Gene Thief clan leader seemed to sense something, staring fixedly at the entrance of the palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then suddenly turned its head toward the Gene Thief bishop,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who, as if receiving a command, bowed respectfully to the clan leader,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then left the palace with four evangelists,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong knew they were going to intercept Lyen Rus and Malkiet, who were storming the Administrative Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s about to be born—just a little more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong stared at the beast within the biomass pool, its body growing increasingly robust,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other Tyran creatures around it had mostly decomposed, their biomass diverted to feed this giant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong estimated that in another seven or eight minutes, this Tyran behemoth would be perfectly born and descend,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was too late to stop it—even now interrupting its birth would only make its form less perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, if only I could inject corruption into the Gene Thief clan leader’s body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>let my parasites burrow into that damned parasitic demigod’s flesh, make the Gene Thief suffer from corruption,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suddenly, Mong froze,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>realizing it had fallen into a mental blind spot,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it truly couldn’t get close enough to the Gene Thief clan leader to inject its own parasites and Nurgle’s corruption into its body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it could inject that corruption into the Tyran behemoth within the biomass pool before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong’s body trembled uncontrollably—with excitement, and with fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the biomass pool could indeed break down flesh, but its primary function was still to manufacture Tyran life,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its corrosiveness shouldn’t be too strong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>some of Mong’s internal parasites might survive,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if the parasites couldn’t, its body still held vast quantities of supernatural viruses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>these viruses from the Plague Lord possessed both material and warp-space transmission capabilities,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they could silently infiltrate the behemoth’s body through the biomass it absorbed, corrupting its alien flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could it inject its supernatural viruses into the biomass pool without being noticed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a massive, powerful beast required an enormous quantity of viruses to corrupt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Gene Thief clan leader was watching right before it—Mong had almost no chance to release the viruses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong stared at the biomass pool, at the people continuously leaping into it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and a grim, tragic smile curled on its lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong felt as if it had become that seven- or eight-year-old child again, with ugly horns growing from its head,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hiding behind furniture, trembling in fear as it watched its mother abuse its brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, it had wanted to summon the courage to rush forward and protect Malkiet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it hadn’t been able to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lyen Rus,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong muttered hoarsely, its voice carried by the vibrating wings of tiny insects to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images surfaced before its eyes, voices of angels echoed in its ears,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong truly disliked the normal humans of the Lower Nest, and despised the aloof Upper Nesters too,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they loathed mutants and would have killed Mong if they could,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong hated them too, and had no desire to save them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but because Malkiet said they must save Asford,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Mong could never forget the sight of Malkiet being abused by its mother,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it carried guilt for that, and hatred for its own cowardice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell my brother I’m not a coward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stood up, its trembling body stepping forward, one step at a time toward the biomass pool,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its pace quickened, gradually shifting from walking to running,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong couldn’t help but laugh aloud,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it remembered its mother’s warm embrace, the playful moments with its brother,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the dim, cramped room of the Lower Nest, the mad mother, the brother enduring abuse, and the trembling child hiding away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, Mong burst out from behind the furniture and stood between its mother and its brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I died to save Asford.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong lastly mocked the tiny insect at its ear, knowing Lyen Rus could hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the viscous biomass pool swallowed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first floor of the Administrative Tower,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>under heavy protection of numerous Plague Zombies, Zhou Yun and Malkiet advanced steadily through the corridor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>numerous Gene Thieves repeatedly burst forth from doors, windows, shadows, and overhead pipes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>attempting to ambush Zhou Yun and Malkiet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but without exception, each was crushed into pulp by Zhou Yun, devoured by Malkiet’s flies, or torn apart by Plague Zombies,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>along the way, Zhou Yun had lost count of how many Gene Thieves he’d killed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet strangely, he felt absolutely no fatigue,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>on the contrary, his condition kept improving,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his focus sharpened, his muscles thrummed with vitality, his reflexes grew ever keener,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had initially wondered if Khorne had granted him a blessing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the winged figure in Bai Guang denied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zhou Yun had begun to sense that what nourished him was not blood, battle, or slaughter,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but death—cold, dark death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pure, hollow, lifeless death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if the deaths of the Gene Thieves were nourishing Zhou Yun, so he could bring even more death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the Emperor himself really have given him a buff?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does the Emperor rule over death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that the Benevolent Father next door happened to grant him a blessing too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Yun pondered whether this sensation was his imagination or a divine boon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet turned to Zhou Yun and asked in a low voice: “What did Mong just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of the Administrative Tower, Zhou Yun had heard Mong’s voice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the tiny insect clinging to his ear had since stopped moving and no longer carried Mong’s words,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet understood what this meant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so he had remained silent until now, when he finally asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at Malkiet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said, tell you—he’s not a coward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And that he died to save Asford.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Zhou Yun didn’t know what Mong had done,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>why didn’t he explain more before dying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun frowned—he felt Mong might have left him a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malkiet’s throat moved, then he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” His voice was barely a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Malkiet halted, staring at the pitch-black corridor ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My flies tell me someone’s coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly, listening as footsteps drew nearer,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a bald woman stood at the corridor’s end, flanked by four evangelists and eight Gene Thief guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gene Thief bishop’s gaze settled on Zhou Yun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>on his cold, rational face beneath golden hair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Gene Thief bishop’s eyes, psychic flames blazed fiercely,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>searing psychic fire seemed ready to burn Zhou Yun to ash:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s you, Neos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you were a devout follower of the Four-Armed Divine Emperor—yet here you are, entangled with the Plague Lord’s rotting corpses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you, Neos?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, Zhou Yun slowly replied to the Gene Thief bishop’s accusation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Luo Ge. Doren.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1124,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b0c540188342925733fa4fc509b23de75c7021b54d76fe0b94d22d22b32edeba","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-73","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-71",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]