[{"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-95":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},2264918,4422,"Chapter 95: Death Greets You (Combined)","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun pulled the clay body out of his fourth-dimensional pocket and placed it on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a large lump of clay and pressed it over his face, making his head appear enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his manipulation, the clay did not turn human skin tone, but slowly shifted into a metallic blue and white hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and pinched the nose into a red sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun continued attaching clay to the body, shaping a tiny bell around the neck, forming a round, plump silhouette, and encasing the arms in white spheres.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this your reflection in the subspace?” said the winged figure within the white light, sounding surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his vision, Zhou Yun and his subspace reflection gradually became identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s... a bit unusual.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun twisted the clay to form a red tail, admired his new appearance, then opened the door and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina stared blankly at the thing that walked out through the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it a two-legged, round blue raccoon-cat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a cat without ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cat had a metallic sheen to its shell, a round face with whiskers and a red nose, a huge mouth beneath the nose, and a head disproportionately large to hold its features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its body was utterly round, like a sphere with four cylindrical limbs attached, a bell tied around a nonexistent neck, and two spherical hands at the ends of its arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspended from its belly was a crescent-shaped pouch, its purpose unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to put it? It didn’t look like a Death Chosen at all—rather, it was kind of cute?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise the Death Chosen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Dichi, clad in a tight black leather suit, knelt devoutly on the ground, forehead pressed firmly against the floor, sincerely chanting:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Death Chosen, you have finally descended upon your faithful Asford!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble servant Dichi pledges allegiance to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the Death Chosen?!” Leina stared at Zhou Yun, her face twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Zhou Yun could change his appearance, but she never imagined he could transform into something so utterly devoid of human features!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Dichi, kneeling at Zhou Yun’s feet in devout submission, this form was as if the Emperor himself had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She trembled uncontrollably with excitement, and upon hearing Leina’s words, she angrily lifted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the visions granted to me by the Emperor, the Death Chosen appeared exactly thus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at that seamless, round head! Look at those sharp, circular eyes! Look at that blood-red nose!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dichi spoke with deep reverence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That bloody mouth can swallow all life in the world; this body is the shadow of Death itself; the bell around the neck heralds the sound of death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the pouch hanging from its belly seems to contain the endless, desolate, dark realm of death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The dark protection of Death blankets this land; all mortals must die, and you are the embodiment of Death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The wind of Death clings to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun watched Dichi kneeling before him, a numb expression on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea what mindset the Emperor had to make him look like this—and in the eyes of the Daughter of Death, he had become the so-called “Death Chosen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t he just say he was the Machine God?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Death. I am Rest. I extinguish lives as easily as snuffing a candle. Your bones are not yet cold, yet your souls are already in my grasp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You shall rest eternally, enduring within my domain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus is the power of Doraemon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Yun opened his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dichi, eyes filled with worship, instinctively bowed her head to the ground in a full prostration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise the Death Chosen Doraemon! Praise your great power!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She devoutly said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May we, under your guidance, bring forth even more death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would Death need guidance? Death visits everyone, only sooner or later—and Death is always patient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun, wearing Doraemon’s face, spoke with solemn gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dichi’s expression grew even more reverent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Leina, she stared, dumbfounded, as Zhou Yun opened his arms and uttered a string of bizarre phrases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the atmosphere not been so tense, Leina would have told Zhou Yun:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought he was better suited than her for preaching and playing the mystic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too good at bullshitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And where the hell did he come up with the name “Doraemon”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s urge to rant was barely contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, who dared to send you to bring death to Death?” Zhou Yun asked seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dichi’s face twisted in panic, her voice trembling: “The Viceroy, Augustus Flax.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had not yet spoken of this matter, yet the Death Chosen already knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This only deepened Dichi’s reverence for Zhou Yun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet also filled her with dread: fear that the Chosen might withhold death from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.What?” Before Zhou Yun could respond, Leina’s eyes widened, convinced she’d misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go and announce my arrival to your sister,” Zhou Yun nodded slightly to Dichi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dichi trembled as she bowed deeply to Zhou Yun, then vanished in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Zhou Yun, what the hell is going on?” Leina’s face was blank with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you the Death Chosen? And what is this form?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is this Viceroy Augustus Flax? Did he arrange our coming here? Why does he want to kill us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s questions tumbled out uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not only that, the Viceroy will be sending us money tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun smiled slightly and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And plenty of weapons and gear—enough to arm the Ark Gang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Leina was even more bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could someone try to kill you and then send you money?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax lay trembling on a crimson sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every muscle in his body quivered with fear and dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had suffered a horrifying dream:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In it, Zhou Yun emerged as a dark shadow, formless and intangible, stepping into his underground chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber echoed with the shrieks of swarms of insects, and Tiberius’s voice mingled within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Tiberius’s voice turned to wails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun arrived before him, holding Tiberius’s severed head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your brother sends his greetings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed Tiberius’s head onto the floor before Augustus Flax, who had collapsed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then an invisible force surged forth, crushing Augustus Flax bit by bit beneath Zhou Yun’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax jolted awake from the nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body was drenched in sweat, dripping down his wrinkled skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even awake, Augustus Flax still felt terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For he possessed a unique innate ability: to distinguish falsehood from truth, illusion from reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said to be a Flax family inheritance, a mutation granted by the twin crimson suns above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not be deceived by dreams or illusions; they could uncover truth amid deception, detect lies, and this ability strengthened generation after generation—until it reached its peak in Augustus Flax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Augustus Flax had never been swayed by his alien brother’s psychic powers into becoming his puppet slave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likewise, Augustus Flax could always tell whether he was dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that nightmare felt utterly real—as if it were an actual future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax nearly vomited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the data board on his desk suddenly emitted a cold, mechanical voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax shuddered, fearing it was Zhou Yun calling through Old One-Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With trembling hands, he picked up the data board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the screen displayed a message from the Daughter of Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax nearly wept with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered the call—never in his life had he longed so desperately for the Daughter of Death’s icy voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though that death-laden tone had once made him tremble in fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now, Augustus Flax yearned for it above all else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Death greets you, Viceroy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the voice on the other end was a man’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not cold at all—instead, it brimmed with delight and mockery, as if taunting Augustus Flax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Zhou Yun’s voice—Augustus Flax recognized it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he single-handedly slaughter the entire Cult of the Deathborn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This monster! This madman! This heretic!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax had already considered reporting Zhou Yun to the Inquisitor to save his own life,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and right now, on the neighboring planet of Laixio, there is one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That might expose some of his own deeds, but as Viceroy, he at least has more chances of survival than Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inquisitor would surely grant a Viceroy a little respect, wouldn’t he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve had a cordial exchange with the Deathborn—they’re now like family to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s true! Augustus Flax concluded with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This means he hasn’t yet discovered the Deathborn’s true goal: to assassinate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this must be an illusion crafted by the Deathborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How professional, the Deathborn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s also discuss the matter of weapons and equipment now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun propped his chin on his hand, seated before a data board, with Leina and Dichi standing behind him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and said with interest:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve thought carefully—weapons inevitably wear out, don’t they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ark’s personnel will need replenishment, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So double the quantity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Double?!” Augustus Flax’s voice shot up: “Why don’t you just rob me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am robbing you,” Zhou Yun grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Despicable,” Augustus Flax gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange doubt arose in him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Zhou Yun have truly allied with the Deathborn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that’s impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax had studied the Deathborn’s doctrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed everything must accept death—except death itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So these madmen would never refuse to give Zhou Yun death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax steadied himself, as if biting down hard, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Double—that’s the absolute maximum. No more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine, fine—then double the money too,” Zhou Yun said lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well. This is my final limit,” Augustus Flax pretended to be furiously enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in truth, his limits were now nearly infinite,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>since Zhou Yun was about to die—assassinated by the Deathborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side of the data board, Zhou Yun suddenly seemed to remember something, smiling at Dichi beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dichi, has the Viceroy paid the bill for attempting to assassinate me and Leina?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Augustus Flax froze, wondering if he’d misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, he hasn’t paid,” Dichi bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be sure to settle that account—just pay it directly to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun chuckled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for supporting the Deathborn’s operations. Much appreciated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking forward to more cooperation in the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Zhou Yun ended the call, leaving Augustus Flax trembling uncontrollably with fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knows everything!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax scrambled onto the crimson sofa as fast as he could,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yanking a blanket over his emaciated body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This blanket had once been wrapped around him by his mother during childhood—occasionally, it brought him comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Augustus Flax still shook uncontrollably,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his mind racing for a way to save himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His PDF and psyker forces were powerful enough,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but they might not stop the Deathborn and Zhou Yun—let alone Titus, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew there were only two reasons Zhou Yun hadn’t killed him yet:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smaller one: he was still the official leader of the Asford Empire; if he died, transferring power to the Imperial Guard would become difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The larger one: Zhou Yun, this insatiable bastard, still wanted the weapons and money in his possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What tormented Augustus Flax most was that he not only had to give, but had to give more than Zhou Yun demanded—and constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to keep proving his value, proving he could still supply more resources, weapons, and gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had even hinted that they should “cooperate more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this only delayed Augustus Flax’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would eventually lose all value to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then “death would come to greet him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need a plan—I need a plan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Augustus Flax clenched his teeth, frantically searching his mind for an idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a thought struck him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inquisitor on the neighboring planet of Laixio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know which Inquisitorial Order the man belonged to,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun had allied with illegal psykers and mutant cultists—whether the Hammer of the Holy Exterminators or the Purge of Heretics, both would want to punish him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Exterminators of the Alien, who specialize in fighting xenos—Zhou Yun didn’t seem to have much to do with aliens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it didn’t matter. When an Inquisitor delivers judgment, he doesn’t always follow his own Order’s doctrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this also meant Augustus Flax risked exposing his own actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was still the Emperor’s Viceroy, and he hadn’t truly been corrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall, there was still room to maneuver—he must use his channels to contact this Inquisitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hotel where the author is staying lost power; no one knows when electricity will return. Today’s update: four thousand words. The author saved two thousand to avoid missing tomorrow’s update. If tomorrow’s writing meets quota, eight thousand will be posted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2135,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","02568a0cadfbd61f3181760f82151a8af1dd1240d1d28a2a907e017b30cfc61d","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-96","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-94",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]