[{"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-86":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},2264909,4422,"Chapter 86: Thirty Years, First Return to the Son","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>In the Ark Guild’s base, Leina rubbed her temples, staring at the ledger before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the Ark Guild’s funds had been poured into building starships; now that construction had entered a critical phase, expenses were growing ever larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Guild’s expansion had also reached its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, the Ark Guild had three options for expansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expand toward the Junkheap, toward the Underhive or the Hive Sector outskirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expansion in that direction carried extreme danger—it would likely bring direct conflict with the Gene-Thief Cult, and the gains would be minimal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, expand into the Ninth Upper Hive District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That direction was nearly impossible; the Viceroy might tolerate gang expansion in the Lower Hive, but he would never permit it to encroach upon the Upper Hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lastly, expand into the Thirteenth District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thirteenth District—the most mysterious and dangerous of all Lower Hive zones, according to what Leina knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumor held that a peculiar cult dwelled there, worshipping the Emperor but diverging from the Ecclesiarchy’s orthodoxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, neither the Ecclesiarchy nor the Hive authorities paid it any attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina shuddered at the thought of the cult’s bloody, dark legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she could avoid it, she did not want to clash directly with that mysterious cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina sighed, her head throbbing with dull pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These matters demanded too much intellect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder when Zhou Yun will return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina leaned back in her chair, muttering softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had a sharp mind, and after several collaborations, Leina had found him reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was willing, perhaps she could entrust him with part of the Ark Guild’s affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope he returns safely. Better yet, bring back the warp engine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Leina murmured quietly, her office door suddenly swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina instinctively stood, her eyes flickering with psychic light; the air grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss! Cult Leader! Save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Leina saw Luo Ge’s ugly face—and nearly blasted him with a psychic lightning bolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Luo Ge’s face was filled with panic, making Leina pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ge scrambled in, gasping for breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save my One-Eye brother—he’s also a good friend of Zhou Yun’s!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One-Eye? The bartender from that tavern?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina frowned, sizing up Luo Ge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, she understood: this fool had sneaked out again to slack off at the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A woman in a black hood, her eyes covered in metal and machinery, entered One-Eye’s tavern with a living dagger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ge panted urgently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss! Cult Leader! Please save my One-Eye brother—he’s a good man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ge’s ugly face was filled with pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman with mechanical implants on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina blinked slightly, quickly identifying them as Gene-Thief Cult assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would the Gene-Thieves target a tavern keeper?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Ge just said—the tavern keeper was Zhou Yun’s friend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be connected to Zhou Yun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s nerves snapped taut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Spear Tavern? Beneath the statue of the Archangel, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina snatched her coat from the chair and moved toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, her psychic premonition blared violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glimpsed a bullet shattering the window, piercing her skull—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet’s whistle tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s body flinched, rolled across the floor, and ducked behind her desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Luo Ge jumped in fright, then hid behind a bookshelf in the corner with speed that surprised even Leina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old bastard really knows how to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina thought to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Ge, you’ve earned your keep this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina leaned against the desk, looking at Luo Ge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Luo Ge not alerted her to the Gene-Thief assassin’s presence and triggered her vigilance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bullet might have missed her vital points—but she wouldn’t have escaped unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss,” Luo Ge whimpered, “is now the time to say that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can get us both alive and save One-Eye,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d work my whole life for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s lips twitched slightly—it was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She silently extended her psychic energy toward her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since her last clash with Zhou Yun, Leina had learned one truth: the power of the Siren’s Voice was limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with strong wills could resist it; against other psychics, its effect weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was Zhou Yun—nearly immune to it. Who knew how many others were like him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Leina had retrained other aspects of her psychic power—mainly strengthening her body through will and psychic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes became razor-sharp, capable of piercing through deep darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw it: about eighty to ninety meters from the base, atop a warped Hive building, crouched a man with a precision sniper rifle, his face covered in mechanical implants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanctioned. A master assassin of the Gene-Thieves, executor of the Gene-Thief Chieftain’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina instantly judged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had once sold her a book titled “Gene-Thief Encyclopedia for Idiots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she understood well the enemy she faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, she leapt from behind the desk and charged toward the window—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!! The bullet’s whistle sounded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s pupils contracted to pinpricks; her immense psychic energy coalesced into a sledgehammer and slammed outward from her center, crushing the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glass shattered into a thousand shards; the midair bullet was flattened by her psychic force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her psychic energy surged into the nerves and muscles of her legs, triggering cellular transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina stepped off the window ledge and leapt like a rabbit bursting from grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the recoil of her psychic energy, she flew through the air toward the sniper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanctioned hurried to aim at Leina mid-flight, trying to fire again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drop! Your! Weapon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina adjusted her voice in an instant, sharpening it into something sharp and irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanctioned froze—Leina appeared before it in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laser light flashed in the night, piercing the tavern door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-Eye burst out of the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tavern’s cramped space favored the agile Sanctioned too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in the open outdoors could One-Eye truly fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-Eye fired into his own tavern; lasers rained inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanctioned moved like a shadow, dodging through darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lasers were fast—but its mechanically enhanced eyes could read One-Eye’s trigger motion before he fired, effortlessly evading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its slender, elongated body brimmed with genetically enhanced muscle; each leap was as agile as a swallow in flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanctioned leapt lightly, slipping between laser beams, its razor-sharp bio-blade thrusting toward One-Eye’s chest. One-Eye rolled away, the blade slicing less than half a centimeter from his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanctioned spun, driving the blade straight for One-Eye’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of bio-blade meeting metal rang out—One-Eye had raised his laser rifle to block it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laser rifle, forged on Cadia, lived up to One-Eye’s expectations—it was sturdy enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his attack blocked, the Sanctioned’s fingers twisted in ways no human could comprehend, flipping the blade in midair and carving a short arc toward One-Eye’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blade sank in no more than a finger’s width—beneath One-Eye’s clothes lay a fiber-woven vest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Composed of thousands of cellular units linked together, the vest hardened instantly upon impact, dispersing the force of blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its honeycomb structure made it far lighter than a standard bulletproof vest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standard-issue bulletproof vests for the Astra Militarum and PDF weighed five to six kilograms; this fiber vest weighed only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the price is higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems my brother isn’t so stingy with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This book was recently updated on ##!! Updated!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter chuckled, pulled the dagger free from the fibers, and said in a low voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder you’re utterly devoted to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I no longer serve the Viceroy,” said the Old One-Eye, shaking his head. “I now serve a greater will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I follow the Emperor’s teachings, seeking to atone for my past mistakes with loyalty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe in the Emperor too—just not a two-armed one.” The Holy Arbiter giggled, uttering a blasphemous joke he must have learned from someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter held the dagger, seemingly in no hurry to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was waiting for the Old One-Eye to expose a weakness, to reveal his fatal vulnerability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat beaded on the Old One-Eye’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once been an elite of the PDF, then trained by the Flax family into a top-tier bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he was old, his physical condition far inferior to what it once was—he truly could not withstand this Holy Arbiter’s assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Radben, you’re getting old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter opened his mouth, letting the Hellworms behind him speak through him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How pitiful. I won’t grow old—I only grow stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I had the chance, I’d let you see me now. You’d tremble in terror.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I feel only rage and guilt—I let a creature like you escape.” The Old One-Eye snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lag had clearly signaled before leaving—he’d gone to fetch reinforcements, and he’d definitely run toward the Ark Guild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old bastard wouldn’t fake it, would he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he still had two bottles of wine stashed in his shop—who would he get wine from if I died?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are the reinforcements?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Ark Guild’s Patriarch were here…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I sent men to snipe the Ark Guild’s Patriarch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter seemed to read the Old One-Eye’s thoughts:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know if that psyker had ties to you, but out of caution, to prevent her interference, I sent men to snipe her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killing her might be hard. Trapping her? Easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So cautious? Titus, you truly are a Flax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old One-Eye was stunned by the Gene-Stealer Chief’s caution—his prudence mirrored that of Viceroy Augustus Flax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old One-Eye’s inner turmoil showed in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biological dagger slashed through the air in a brief arc—suddenly, a bloody gash appeared on the Old One-Eye’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old One-Eye clutched his neck wound and staggered back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not dodged fast enough, that strike would have killed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like you haven’t declined too much, Uncle Radben.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter said in a low voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you miss the strength of your youth? Back then, you were the most revered among the Viceroy’s palace guards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many victories did you win in the arena? Noble children secretly admired you, hoping you’d train them in combat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter’s voice dripped with temptation, like a demon’s whisper in the dark:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at you now—a decrepit old man selling cheap wine in a slum tavern?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you tell me who entered the Undernest, tell me—I can restore your body to youth and vigor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can do it. You don’t understand the greatness of the being I serve. Greater than the entire Empire. His will surpasses even the Emperor’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old One-Eye gasped, staring fixedly at the Holy Arbiter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the Holy Arbiter’s goal wasn’t to persuade him, nor to waste time with words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was using speech to lure his attention, to make him expose a weakness, to end him as swiftly and cleanly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, in a direct struggle, the Old One-Eye wouldn’t fall immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!” The Old One-Eye let out a low roar—intense pain surged through his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neurotoxin. The dagger carried neurotoxin—it was waiting for the poison to take effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really are old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter shook his head in resignation, then lunged the dagger straight at the Old One-Eye’s face—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssss!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing crack of a laser rifle rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter dodged instantly—but\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its arm holding the biological dagger was pierced by the laser, dissolving into ash midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the hell did I get hit? I dodged!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This defies ballistics!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the first thought in the Holy Arbiter’s mind. It whirled toward the source of the laser:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beneath the statue of Saint Guilliman was a towering, muscular bald figure over three meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You forgot the front. You forgot the back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyway—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A majestic, sacred voice boomed from the massive figure:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thirty years! Firstborn! Centaur! Golden Ring!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Archangel! Heir! Vengeful Soul! For whom did you die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emperor! Thoughts like a gushing spring!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Warmaster! Ignite the Galaxy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Angel! When will you return?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Arbiter stared in shock at the bald giant beneath Saint Guilliman’s statue through its mechanical eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s face was identical to that of the statue’s Saint Guilliman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Hogelis Lu Peibar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man declared, raising his muscular arm holding the laser rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“White phosphorus pyre! You must face the white phosphorus pyre! Even if I’m dead, you still must face the white phosphorus pyre!” The winged figure within the white light gestured wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four-thousand-character chapter\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2069,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","115a071155e048eec3254dd651a87bbc4fb0bc55c25b3018fcc5ef3da7194009","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-87","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-85",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]