[{"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-84":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},2264907,4422,"Chapter 84: The Silver Ghost","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>Looking at the withered body of Ma Lei on the ground, Zhou Yun sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Lei’s plan, in a certain sense, could indeed save all of Axi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his plan succeeded, all of Axi would plunge into the Warp and become part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then even the Tyranid Hive Fleets would be powerless against Axi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how many could truly endure the Father’s love?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Father sought to save not just the humans of Axi, but every blade of grass, every tree, every bacterium and virus upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Emperor loves all humanity, but even that love is heavy beyond bearing—how much heavier is the Father’s love for all life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shook his head and turned to Leina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brilliant golden light on Leina’s body had vanished sometime ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair had turned dry again, the tips charred, her eyes once more the hazy, fawn-like gaze, her skin marked with faint burns, her steps unsteady, her face filled with exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stepped forward and supported Leina, guiding her to sit beneath the metal pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina gently rested her head against Zhou Yun’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun observed the injuries on her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were minor burns, risky for infection but not immediately life-threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His power did not pour too deeply into the girl’s body; no irreversible damage was done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure within the white light spoke softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She will be fine, given a long period of rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the winged figure’s words, Zhou Yun nodded gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine,” Leina murmured, snuggling deeper into Zhou Yun’s arms, her face—freckled and burned—exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gently stroked Leina’s charred, curled hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina, like a kitten, pressed closer into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I want to sleep for a while. My money’s in the Junk Mountain—where we first met.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s voice grew fainter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And… remember the two secret phrases. They’re His compensation for your losses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only sacrifice death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only worship the Death God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina whispered these words, resting in Zhou Yun’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two phrases made Zhou Yun’s brow furrow slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the prayers he had heard in his vision when granted the blessing of the gloomy death-essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prayers addressed to a Death God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was clear: the true face of the Death God was the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human Death God was the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you think He’s… off?” Zhou Yun frowned, looking at the winged figure in the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is my father really my father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I really my father’s son?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. Huh?” Zhou Yun was left bewildered by the winged figure’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your father isn’t your father? You aren’t your father’s son? Could your father be your son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. No, what I mean is—how much of Him is still truly my father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure’s voice trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve always been troubled by His condition, but it seems ten thousand years of worship have deeply altered my father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. I have a question: in your era, did people have many beliefs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many—but in my homeland, most were unbelievers or worshipped only as needed; other nations worshipped a god nailed to a cross.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun thought for a moment and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That god on the cross might be one of the Emperor’s disguises—but I doubt it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” the winged figure in the white light asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Emperor had twenty-one sons; more than half betrayed Him.” Zhou Yun said seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But that god on the cross had twelve disciples—and only one betrayed Him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You always manage to tell such blasphemous jokes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regardless, you must understand: faith is human instinct. Humans will always worship something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some worship the sky, some worship fire, some worship light, and some worship… death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These worships must have echoed in the Warp—and in the fortieth millennium, most of them converged upon my father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. My father ended all human gods, and ultimately became them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure’s words were too obscure; he couldn’t grasp them at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Explain more?” Zhou Yun asked, rubbing the head of Leina, who had already fallen asleep in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“. No time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This book was last updated in ##!! UPDATE!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quickly take this girl and leave. This place is not safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-thieves gathered here were clearly not all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-thief chief’s right claw was the Gene-Thief Bishop, responsible for spreading the cult and its influence—the chief psychic of the entire Gene-Thief sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-thief chief’s left claw was the Gene-Thief Commander, responsible for leading the guerrilla warfare of the rogues—the highest military commander of the entire Gene-Thief sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had killed the Bishop, but the Chief had escaped, and the Commander was missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew when they might regroup and return to Sector One?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun picked up Leina, seized the fallen sword—Dian Guang Wan—and turned to leave the underground chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen minutes after Zhou Yun left the chamber,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A network of fluorescent green lines, like circuit boards, suddenly appeared in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These lines intertwined and converged, crackling and hissing, opening a hyperdimensional portal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lines of the portal twisted and writhed, slowly forming a human shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, gaunt figure, entirely silver, glowing with faint blue light, clad in pale gold scale armor, stepped slowly from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver figure resembled a skeleton; its eyes, glowing blue, brimmed with hollow death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took one step forward, entering the chamber, and the hyperdimensional portal behind it vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“False god of the High Heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its head, gazing at the former location of the Warp rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it looked down at Ma Lei, lying lifeless where he had fallen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorrowful monkey, gene-altered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver figure advanced further, seeing the now-drying biomass pool and the remnants of Tyranid remains within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Predator from beyond the galaxy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its staff, shaped like a guandao; a searing beam shot forth, exploding violently and utterly obliterating the entire biomass pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It scanned the surroundings, its blue eyes sweeping the area:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psyker? Witchcraft? Monkey king?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within its blue gaze, faint images of the chamber’s recent events flickered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet one figure remained blurred, triple-folded, as if leaving traces across different moments in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unknown Shikongluxing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The urgency grows. I must awaken the dynasty within this star system soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the words ended, a hyperdimensional portal reappeared behind the silver figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stepped into it and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver figure.jpg\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who am I? (Pokémon voice)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1104,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","eae1eaba517c904015c76a2c38788f01cd1f32b6a6c0f244b0a88ea344fbafce","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-85","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-83",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]