[{"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-80":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},2264903,4422,"Chapter 80: The Cursed One and the Blue Weasel Cat","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-80",80,"\u003Cp>Swollen pustules spread from the curved blade along the tower-like subspace engine,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this ancient metallic artifact seeming to contract a blasphemous disease from the depths of the Subspace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from the deep, dark circular ring near the upper part of the tower, the Storm of the Highest Heaven surged forth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the boundary between reality and the physical universe slowly shattered, torn apart,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gales erupted from the subspace engine, dominating the entire underground palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only to hear waves of joyful laughter echoing through the air, the surrounding atmosphere growing heavy, hot, and murky,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a rift opened centered on the subspace engine, spewing forth violent storms of brilliant green, gray, and yellow, forming a profound vortex,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>through that howling vortex, Zhou Yun could see the scene within the Highest Heaven,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that luxuriant garden, blooming with countless flowers, teeming with countless fungi, crawling with countless diseases,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that sacred domain of the Father of All, the Garden of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the garden, Nurgle Spirits laughed in celebration of their success,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Rain Father shook his massive belly, waved his yew branches, and continually praised them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was about to lead the Nurgle Demons into reality,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>another planet would soon accept the Father’s mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gateway to the Subspace was far stronger than the one opened last time by the Lord of Change,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this gateway could truly allow the Nurgle Legions to invade reality and drag the entire Asford into the Father’s domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How come you’re just like one of my gene-brothers—failing at the critical moment?” said the winged figure within the white light, its voice hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you calling Guilliman? Huh? Who are you calling Guilliman!” Zhou Yun leaned against the metal pillar, his voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never said Guilliman. Don’t try to stir trouble among the three of us in the Second Empire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light shrugged,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Things are looking bad—if Asford falls, the Tyranid Hive Fleet can invade Baal without any resistance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The virus on you infects both material and immaterial realms; even if I can shield you in the immaterial, my power in the material realm is severely limited.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The good news is, this opening of the Subspace gateway has strengthened my influence over the physical universe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light indeed grew brighter, more radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will attempt to manifest in the physical universe to aid you against the Nurgle Legions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But here, there are no churches of mine, no offspring—manifesting here will cost me dearly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, the winged figure in the white light paused,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I may not be able to speak directly with you for a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the Tyranid Swarm invades Asford, I will no longer be able to assist—you’ll have to rely on yourself and my offspring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light’s tone was filled with trust and entrustment toward Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way, remember to do something special for me on Baal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And on Baal, don’t reveal your true purpose until the very last moment—He is watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the winged figure in the white light spoke, its glow intensified, forcing Zhou Yun to squint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.” Zhou Yun interrupted hoarsely, “Who the hell said I—hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?” The winged figure in the white light, halfway manifested, also froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit, standing before the Subspace gateway, could not help but turn its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the entrance of the underground palace came a series of footsteps,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the footsteps grew clearer, like drumbeats striking the hearts of everyone in the palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a girl stepped slowly from the palace entrance, as if an ancient sovereign descending from His throne to re-enter the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit recoiled in terror,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was utterly terrified—before it stood only a slender girl dressed in ordinary synthetic fabric,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just an ordinary girl with hair turned dry and straw-like,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just a child with eyes as hazy as a fawn’s,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet every nerve in Malakit screamed in fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit’s voice rose sharply, its terror unmistakable:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember now! You’re the girl who came with Zhou Yun? Liana?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Malakit spoken than it shook its head, rejecting its own memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you’re not—you couldn’t be, but this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit sensed what it faced, yet refused to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind it, from the Subspace gateway, sharp gales howled forth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but as the Subspace winds, thick with supernatural viruses, brushed over the girl, a faint golden glow ignited upon her,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this light repelled the blasphemous power of the Highest Heaven, burning away all disease,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the girl took a step forward, light-footed, radiant with golden light,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the haziness in her fawn-like eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by piercing, unyielding gaze,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her dry hair unfurled, drifting with the Subspace winds, becoming smooth as newly forged gold,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit found its gaze locked upon the girl, forced to meet her eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those eyes were as ancient as the oldest stars, having witnessed every moment from humanity’s first city to its first starship carving its path through the galaxy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit understood, Malakit saw,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>behind the girl loomed a golden throne, towering to the deepest reaches of the Highest Heaven,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>atop the throne, the King of Corpses cast His gaze into the material universe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>within His hollow, blood-red eyes, a cold, dark sun blazed fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit’s throat formed the word, yet dared not speak it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if uttering that name would reduce it to ash on the spot,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it could only retreat in fear, trying to draw closer to the Father’s garden for even a sliver of comfort,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malakit, voice hoarse, spoke the name it had heard countless times from angels:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Cursed One.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word burned fiercely in the air, terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the metal pillar,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in Zhou Yun’s corner, the winged figure in the white light watched the scene, bewildered and confused,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he muttered in a low voice, unable to help himself: “Father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That word too burned in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dynasty—the ten-thousand-year-old golden weasel has manifested!” Zhou Yun blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word chilled the air abruptly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liana turned her head; the Corpse King upon the golden throne behind her also cast His gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blue. Weasel. Cat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A complex voice, laden with immense information, echoed as if ten thousand voices spoke at once:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blue weasel cat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blue weasel cat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1041,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8cf2a23d617a515195d7e3b53eec78257348964507980a292fe6ee29ca995c7e","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-81","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-79",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]