[{"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-93":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},2264916,4422,"Chapter 93: This Is the Small Gate to the Golden Throne","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-93",93,"\u003Cp>\"Here is the Thirteenth District—the domain of the Daughter of Death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina’s expression twitched slightly as she stared at the scene before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thirteenth District was utterly unlike the other Lower Nest districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It exuded an emptiness and silence, as if no one walked its streets; the ground was immaculately clean, not a single stain in sight, save for the occasional cold wind that swept through, carrying with it waves of pale, corpse-like stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outer walls of surrounding buildings were a lifeless gray-white, yet streaked with bloodstains that sent chills down the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These stains had hardened into deep brown hues, forming bizarre, irregular shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one looked closely, one could discern patterns of skulls, eagles, corpses, thrones, fallen angels, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina couldn’t help but trace the bloodstains upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets were indeed spotless, devoid of any living soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet hanging from them were countless bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From elevated ledges of buildings along the streets, metal rods extended outward, each bearing a noose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On every rope hung a pale, fleshless skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their necks rested within the ropes, their white, symbolically pure skulls facing Zhou Yun and Reina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These white bones were packed tightly together, layer upon layer, like clouds of pallor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, fresh skulls dripped blood, falling like raindrops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina’s expression was a spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Zhou Yun involuntarily drew a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes as if entranced, letting his flesh absorb the surrounding atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Reina heard Zhou Yun murmur, clearly content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a wonderful place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina looked at him as if he were an Aetheric Demon, her face filled with horror as she quickly stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun noticed her terrified expression and shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t his fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he entered the Thirteenth District, seeing the grim white bones hanging overhead and sensing the city’s overwhelming deathly aura, he felt inexplicably at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the accumulated death of countless years was pleasing him, nourishing him, making him stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blessing dormant within Zhou Yun’s body seemed to grow even more active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s throat moved involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Reina, it looked as if he were swallowing the surrounding death itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Y-you okay?\" Reina asked tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine,\" Zhou Yun replied, gazing at her with sincerity, his voice as flat as death: \"Don’t you find it peaceful here? No disturbances, everything silent—it’s incredibly comfortable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun truly meant it, and he knew this was almost certainly the result of the Yellow Pelt’s blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the comfort was real—the noise of the Nest had vanished in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina swallowed hard and followed Zhou Yun, step by step, toward the distant church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the gray-white church gradually came into clearer view, she finally couldn’t help but whisper:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you sure these people are trustworthy? They won’t hang us up too, will they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed to the grim white bones above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t worry—His Imperial Majesty protects me,\" Zhou Yun shrugged. \"Besides, this place is great.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quiet, serene. People here have perfect distance and calm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun gestured to the pale skulls hanging on the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they didn’t have distance, it’d be a horror story,\" Reina muttered, her eyelid twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Reina froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had just seen a living person!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man crouched by the roadside, using one hand to untie a synthetic rope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right arm was severed, leaving only a grotesque stump—clearly crushed by machinery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man spotted Zhou Yun and Reina, his eyes brightening as he hurried over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, I can’t untie this synthetic rope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his stump apologetically:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One hand’s just inconvenient.\" Seeing they were normal people, not some strange Death-Worshipper, Reina exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could you help me untie it?\" the man asked hopefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina instinctively reached out to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yun stepped in front of her and took the rope first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He undid it in three swift motions and handed it back to the one-armed youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, deeply grateful, took the rope and exclaimed excitedly: \"Thank you, thank you—may your souls return to the Golden Throne after death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No thanks needed—it’s my duty,\" Zhou Yun smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A peculiar kind of gratitude,\" Reina muttered, her lip twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she stared, dumbfounded, as the young man walked to the wall of a dim building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed one end of the rope into the air toward a metal rod, then tied a slipknot in the hanging portion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one arm, he pulled tight—the rope secured itself firmly to the rod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with one hand, he formed a noose beneath it, suspended just above head height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man noticed Reina and Zhou Yun watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved at them with a gentle smile, as if greeting a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May my death nourish the Emperor, may my sacrifice uphold the Empire—I shall return my soul to the Golden Throne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, under Reina’s stunned gaze, he leapt lightly, his neck slipping perfectly into the noose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The synthetic rope tightened around his neck, leaving a purple mark; his face flushed crimson, his body twitching involuntarily in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, his eyes rolled back—he was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Reina’s increasingly blank stare,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a woman clad in white leather, her face hidden, emerged silently from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers slid, and a long, needle-like stiletto appeared in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approaching the hanged man, she began meticulously peeling away his flesh, inch by inch, as if aiming to strip him down to pure bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Reina understood where the white bones came from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The small gate to the Golden Throne,\" Zhou Yun murmured, staring at the noose hanging above the dead youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina’s expression twisted further as she looked at Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the man truly might have returned his soul to the Golden Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the instant the man died, Zhou Yun sensed the ambient deathly aura intensify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faintly felt a gaze within the pale death—slightly clearer, slightly stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was almost certainly the Emperor’s gaze. One death had truly strengthened the Emperor’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dude, you’re not gonna become the God of Death in the Aether after all humanity dies and solo some Chaos God, are you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun couldn’t help muttering—the Emperor now felt too much like the Eldar God of Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Empire we sought to build, our glorious Father—how has He become this, after ten thousand years?\" whispered the winged figure within the white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun was about to respond, when his eye caught a gray-leather-hooded woman silently approaching from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey,\" Zhou Yun waved at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman froze rigidly in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1092,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e7cf83c8ae623e193d3a9abf46d27829a182c75e4736ac9d9503b03ad37f617f","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-94","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-92",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]