[{"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-89":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},2264912,4422,"Chapter 89: Chaos: Gah??","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-89",89,"\u003Cp>A dark blue cross hovered in the air, glowing with a pale blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cross meant Zhou Yun’s previous question was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah? Aah?? Ah???” The winged figure within the white light opened its mouth wide, as if stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blinked, equally confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his eyes hadn’t deceived him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that had been a cross just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light was not Saint Guilliman himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You trickster demon! Chaos demon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glared at the winged figure in the white light and roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was almost convinced by you—yet you’re an impostor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light seemed bewildered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’m not Saint Guilliman, then who am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who am I? Why am I on Baal? What is the connection between me and the Blood Angels?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this doesn’t make sense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure’s tone was full of confusion—he clearly hadn’t anticipated this turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be… could I really be a creation of the Lord of Change, meant to deceive you, and I myself don’t even know it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air fell into deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light and Zhou Yun stared at each other across the narrow room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun, I haven’t lied to you… at least not subjectively.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I truly regarded you as a friend. Over the past ten thousand years, I’ve mostly existed alone within the Warp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure’s voice carried a faint sorrow:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I sense the relentless prayers of humans in the material universe directed toward me, yet I struggle to respond or converse with them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Helplessness is the most agonizing thing—yet even my most gifted offspring can hear my voice only rarely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you are different. You do not seem entirely material—you can speak with me without being affected by Warp energies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter who I am, I possess humanity—and I speak with you as a human—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up. Don’t speak.” Before the winged figure could finish, Zhou Yun cut him off: “Don’t talk. I’m thinking!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” A question mark appeared above the winged figure’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is he? Zhou Yun stared at him, his mind racing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord of Change? Mad Horus? A Warp entity born of human faith? The Emperor’s new creation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun looked at the truth-or-false divination device on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One question remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting aside everything else, what was the one question Zhou Yun should ask now? The one that pointed to the most essential truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question Zhou Yun must ask, no matter who the winged figure in the white light truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun took a deep breath, carefully formulating his next question:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should trust the winged figure in the white light and follow his guidance to Baal to resurrect Saint Guilliman—this is the option most beneficial to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air fell into deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun and the winged figure in the white light both fixed their eyes on the truth-or-false divination device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red ring leapt into the air and flickered several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell does this mean?” Zhou Yun and the winged figure in the white light spoke simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light is not Saint Guilliman,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but he can be trusted, and following his guidance will indeed resurrect Saint Guilliman,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and this remains the option most beneficial to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun lowered his head, frowning deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure in the white light is not Saint Guilliman—that is a clear fact. Even unlike the Emperor, the truth-or-false divination device showed no reaction to the Emperor, indicating the Emperor exists in an ambiguous state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet if Zhou Yun follows the winged figure’s guidance, he truly can resurrect Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be… that the winged figure in the white light is not yet Saint Guilliman, but will become him upon resurrection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun frowned tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though many doubts remain, the truth-or-false divination device has confirmed that the winged figure in the white light is trustworthy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and following his guidance will indeed resurrect Saint Guilliman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think?” Zhou Yun asked the winged figure in the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether or not I am Saint Guilliman, whether or not the one who returns is truly me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winged figure’s voice held no hesitation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as Saint Guilliman returns to the material universe, that is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The citizens of the Imperium who pray to me… they need a glimmer of hope.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warp, deep within the Lord of Change’s crystal labyrinth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ninety-nine million riddles whispered upon nine gates, nine hundred ninety-nine great demons danced beyond the thresholds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and within the nine gates, the Lord of Change’s piercing laughter echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This novel was most recently updated in ##!! UPDATE!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time He laughed, an uncontrollable change occurred among the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted His form—sometimes like a white serpent, sometimes like a flying eagle, sometimes like a celestial immortal, sometimes like an astrologer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine transformations unfolded upon Him; each shift wove a new fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought to make the wise commit folly, and the fools speak only truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought to cast Viceroys into the Underhive, and mutants onto thrones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought to make the rich poor, and the poor rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought to make noble ladies base, and prostitutes noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought to make all things possible, to make the future unpredictable and dazzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Change gazed upon His creation with delight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a tangle of threads, each thread branching into countless more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These threads symbolized the future of the galaxy—each one a possible future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Change suddenly noticed the threads moving without His control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The threads began converging, one by one, weaving into strands, and finally coalescing into a single thick thread at one point in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah????” The Lord of Change stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant all possibilities had collapsed into one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant a segment of the future had been fixed, with no other possibilities remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fixed segment of the future spanned roughly one or two months in the material universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long—but undeniably fixed. For that one or two months, only one future existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Change grew angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a one- or two-month segment of the future—he would not permit it to remain unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, attempting to manipulate the fixed future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every time He cultivated a new possibility, it instantly collapsed and merged back into the unchanging thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Change’s laughter ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A future that could not be altered, forcibly fixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every essence, every existence, every power of the Lord of Change screamed its revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trembled, his voice shrill as an eagle’s cry:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“WHO!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1110,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","98f369c73711f540e4b0b36419b0709b4a02c75ee14c83ced00772aadae862fd","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-90","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-88",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]