[{"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-79":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},2264902,4422,"Chapter 79: Champion of the Shit Pit Butterfly Stroke","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at the sticky yellow pus on his fingertip and felt a wave of dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach churned with pain, a strong urge to vomit rose in his throat, and his skin grew hot and red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had contracted a disease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the blade of the Scream Killer—the blade that had sliced his cheek—that had infected him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had infected him with the plague of Nurgle. The plague from Mog’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun felt his legs weaken; he staggered back a few steps and collapsed against a metal pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His discomfort deepened—muscles ached, bones trembled faintly, nerves made his limbs twitch, and his throat filled with thick phlegm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inflammation crept into his corners of his eyes; swollen pus-filled boils appeared on his skin, and fatty granules gathered into sores from his pores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, Lyne Rus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit’s voice carried deep regret:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This disease isn’t fatal. Both I and Mog truly consider you a friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gritted his teeth against the pain surging from his lungs and glanced at Mog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat was clogged with phlegm, making his voice hoarse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this how you treat a friend? With disease and plague?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t want to,” Margit shook his head slightly. “But you trusted us too little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you had trusted us like family, we would have been close friends long ago—able to save Asford together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit’s voice was utterly sincere, devoid of even a trace of deceit:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything I’ve done is to save Asford.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save?” Zhou Yun let out a mocking laugh from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit nodded solemnly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Tyranid swarm is coming. How do you save Asford?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Viceroy? The one the Emperor entrusted with guarding a planet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Blood Angels? The sons of the Archangel, death-angels born to protect humanity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or the Emperor himself? The great god who claims to love all humanity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit’s tone sharpened abruptly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Viceroy cares only for his own survival. The Blood Angels care only for their homeworld. Even the Emperor refuses to show a single shred of mercy to Asford’s people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only the angels are determined to save Asford—every single soul they wish to save, even if they are weak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the Emperor won’t save the people of Asford, let us do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Margit turned to look at the warp engine, his voice low:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve often said I would openly reveal my plan—to use this warp engine to open a gate to the Warp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The divine army of the Father of All would enter reality and ultimately bring the entire planet back into the Father God’s domain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There, everyone would live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit finished speaking and turned to look at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found Zhou Yun’s slightly swollen eyelids revealing eyes that looked at him as if he were an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your salvation—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s throat shifted a few times, easing his voice slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is to have everyone infected with all kinds of random viruses, bacteria, and parasites, then all go swimming in the Warp’s shit pit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell Thaumos, the Fourteenth Legion Lord, I have no interest in stealing his ten-thousand-year championship title in shit pit butterfly stroke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know the Father God’s domain well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s words made Margit’s eyelid twitch slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you should know that no matter how many viruses, bacteria, and parasites coexist, there is no true death in the Father God’s domain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should also know that in that flourishing realm, everyone will gain happiness and joy—forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for shit pit butterfly stroke… that’s a personal hobby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, everyone’s happy and joyful? I have to object. Have you asked Captain Mortarion? I think he’s depressed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun lay beneath the metal pillar, staring blankly at Margit as he complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter. Once you personally experience the Father God’s blessing, you’ll know whether it’s truly happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit shook his head, then stepped toward the roaring warp engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit raised his curved blade high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside it was wrapped the triangular blade forged from the entire Old District Eight, sacrificed as a plague incubator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit shouted, each syllable drawn from every ounce of his strength, draining every cell of energy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!! Seven Diseases!! Seven Blessings!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven syllables echoed in Margit’s throat; seven diseases writhed upon his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In District One, plague zombies battled gene-thieves in the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many humans and gene-thieves in District One had been transformed by the endless tide of corpses into its own ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These infected with the zombie virus had not died, yet they could hardly be called alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a single entity, they suddenly lifted their heads, motionless, gazing at the dome of District One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this deep hive-city where no sky could be seen, layers of dark clouds gathered suddenly from the “heavens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!! Seven Diseases!! Seven Blessings!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain poured down, black as ink, stinking as blood, filthy as feces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick rain fell upon every plague zombie’s face, equally upon the few remaining gene-thieves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick nectar swept across every living face, its terrible viruses eroding all life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of rain was deafening, like a thousand bells ringing, drowning out the agonized screams of those being infected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!! Seven Diseases!! Seven Blessings!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each raindrop carried countless diseases, sliding down their cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each disease contained millions of lives, multiplying within their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each life brimmed with boundless joy, laughing within their flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, only plague zombies remained in District One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They raised their hands, welcoming the rain that would rebirth all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless rain made their diseases worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!! Seven Diseases!! Seven Blessings!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the highest heavens, within Nurgle’s flourishing garden, Nurgle spirits sang aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had succeeded—they were about to save a planet, bringing its people happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new group of members would join their happy family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!! Seven Diseases!! Seven Blessings!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rainfather Rotigus shook his yew branch, praising the Nurgle spirits’ hard work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plaguefather Kugath also lifted his head from tending viruses, clapping for the little Nurgle spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blight rejoiced in praise, Thaumos nodded in approval, but Mortarion remained gloomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!! Seven Diseases!! Seven Blessings!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit raised his curved blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worms all over his body writhed with delight, viruses raged in joy, bacteria multiplied in gladness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margit drove the curved blade deep into the warp engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven Curses!! Seven Diseases!! Seven Blessings!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a ruined building in District One, Jeanne slowly opened her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pupils glowed with a faint golden radiance—like a tiny sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1078,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","98ba85d6e6d6bef082f1e37f0ac94ebbf93f7750c9245c63b506b27532e8b9aa","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-80","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-78",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]