[{"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-92":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},2264915,4422,"Chapter 92: What? White Silk Feet?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>“White silk feet? What white silk feet?” Zhou Yun blinked, unable to help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Cult of the Dead,” Augustus Flax’s voice clearly strained: “a sect that worships death and venerates the Emperor as the God of Death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Augustus Flax’s words, Zhou Yun paused slightly, then remembered what the Cult of the Dead was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a sect that worshipped death, but most of its followers did not revere the Blood God or the Cifu , but the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The logic of most Cult of the Dead adherents was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor exists between life and death; he saved humanity through a sacrifice akin to death, and the souls of the departed return to the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Emperor is clearly the God of Death—his ruined, corpse-like body is undeniable proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on this “fact,” Cult of the Dead followers began interpreting the doctrines of the Imperial Cult in their own way,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>asserting that the foundation of the Empire is death and martyrdom: more death means greater holiness, and greater adherence to the Emperor’s will ensures the Empire’s enduring survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some among them were indeed corrupted by the Chaos Powers of the Highest Heavens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but most Cult of the Dead members maintained a peculiar loyalty to the Emperor, and the Imperial Cult and the Empire’s authorities often tolerated them, using them as their bloodied gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a Cult of the Dead in Asford?” Zhou Yun asked, taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such talent, such talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the Thirteenth Sublevel District—that’s their parish, their altar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They call themselves the Daughters of the Dead, a minor faction within the Cult of the Dead, composed entirely of women.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax’s voice seemed tinged with fear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These extreme cultists often adopt young girls, raising them from childhood to become top-tier assassins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With nothing but crude leather bodysuits and two sharp stilettos, they dare infiltrate the chambers of Xiejiaotu  leaders and take their lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be honest, the Sublevel occasionally breeds troublesome cultists—I usually hire them to clean them up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cult of the Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun recalled what he had seen in the Undercity: the scenes of death, the bloodstained church, the masked female priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the secret phrase Letna had told him to remember: “Only sacrifice death, only worship the God of Death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be… the Emperor’s promised reward… lies within the Cult of the Dead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun blinked with interest, looking at the data pad in his hand and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll arrange an introduction, and I’ll cover the cost of hiring them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax said, staring at his data pad,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and only when he heard Zhou Yun agree to the proposal did he exhale slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he ended the call with Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, Augustus Flax trembled uncontrollably with fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for he had only just described the Cult of the Dead as insane,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but that man Zhou Yun was even more insane than the Cult of the Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Cult of the Dead rarely targets the Viceroy of a planet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet this man Zhou Yun not only dared to, he had the audacity to tell Augustus Flax outright that he would assassinate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax reviewed the conversation in dread,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could feel—the man wasn’t fearless; he believed he could never die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That irrational confidence, as if no power in the mortal world—or even in the Sea of Souls—could take his life,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>what a madman, when everyone must die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Augustus Flax’s lips curled into a forced, bitter smile,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>what would happen if the Cult of the Dead’s assassins, who bring death, faced off against this heretic who claims he cannot die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped his data pad, opening another call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who do you wish to bring death to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, dull female voice came from the other end:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who do you wish to carry death?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax shuddered at the chilling voice, but he did not reveal his fear; instead, he spoke in a low, dry tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want your Chief Assassin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Augustus Flax’s intelligence, the Daughters of the Dead numbered only twelve assassins,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet each was a weapon meticulously forged by the Cult of the Dead since childhood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>trained beyond human limits, injected with strange drugs, and subjected to unique modifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, the most exceptional, the one who brought death most effectively, was their Chief Assassin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax had hired her only once,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in a single night, she destroyed a cult that worshipped the Blood God and severed its leader’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dixie devoutly awaits the arrival of the Death-Chosen; she cannot leave our church.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Death-Chosen?” Augustus Flax raised his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” The cold, dull voice grew fervent and reverent: “The Death-Chosen has Jianglin . The Death-Chosen has come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few days ago, through a sacrifice and offering of death, in the gloom of death, we received revelation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was a magnificent blue figure, chosen by the Emperor, stained with death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is our master, the Daughters of the Dead—we are his humble servants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief Assassin Dixie, by the Emperor’s command, waits in the church for the Death-Chosen’s arrival.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chief Assassin cannot leave the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax had no interest in the cultists’ fanatical worship,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only knew the Chief Assassin could not leave the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other eleven assassins—truthfully, Augustus Flax believed they could never stand against Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he could use the pretext of introduction to lure Zhou Yun and the illegal psyker to the Thirteenth District—though he wasn’t sure it would succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll find a way to make the target go to the Thirteenth District, enter your church.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, could the Chief Assassin personally assassinate both targets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Names of the targets.” A colder voice suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely hearing that voice made Augustus Flax envision surging, boiling pools of blood and mountains of gray corpses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he nearly vomited—if not for his training as Viceroy, he would have screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax knew: this voice belonged to the Chief Assassin of the Daughters of the Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yun and Leina,” Augustus Flax whispered. “They are…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They will receive the visit of death,” the cold voice said. “Our church never turns away death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially now that the great Death-Chosen is about to Jianglin . Praise the glorious blue figure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax sensed the extreme fanaticism in her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ending the call with the Daughters of the Dead, Augustus Flax reconnected with Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve made the introduction, but they require you and the illegal psyker to visit their church for a meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax was tense—Zhou Yun might refuse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then it would all depend on Augustus’s eloquence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the other end came a light laugh, as if mocking Augustus Flax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure. I was planning to pay them a visit anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun replied cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1132,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","acc89cced89ccae9adff0c8b3bec1ab445035f91c5525d2e40e16a4fd48dcf5d","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-93","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-91",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]