[{"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-96":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},2264919,4422,"Chapter 96: Finding the Staff (Still a Double-Chapter)","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-96",96,"\u003Cp>“Judge? Oh, the one on Luxi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could the Viceroy be using him to target me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Ark Gang’s stronghold, in a conference room,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>seated at the four corners of a square table were Leina, Dichi, Old One-Eye, and Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Old One-Eye had once served the Viceroy and still maintained contact with him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun trusted him and knew Old One-Eye had long since abandoned loyalty to the Viceroy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and now acted mostly to atone for his past mistake of letting the Netherworms escape, making him an enemy of the Gene-Thieves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this regard, Zhou Yun and Old One-Eye shared the same foe, and Zhou Yun needed Old One-Eye to train Ark Gang members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, Old One-Eye had reminded Zhou Yun that a Judge resided on the neighboring planet Luxi, possibly being used by the Viceroy against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judge. Most Imperial citizens harbored an almost instinctive fear of Judges,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>every Imperial resident could recount a hundred terrifying tales of Judges, yet none dared speak of them in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina, this illegal psyker from the Lower Nest who ran a cult, couldn’t help shuddering: “A Judge? Zhou Yun, are we really going to get burned alive with white phosphorus?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Leina’s anxious expression, Zhou Yun couldn’t help shaking his head: “Don’t panic. I know who that Judge is—he’s probably more interested in catching a big fish right now. No, not metaphorical—he’s literally fishing for a giant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Judge belonged to the Exterminatus Order, whose primary mission was breeding—no, eradicating xenos,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in the tidal seas of Luxi lived a colossal aquatic xenos known locally as the “Salt Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Zhou Yun’s knowledge, that xenos might be a specialized Tyranid hive bioform,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a monstrous creature of terrifying size, armed with tentacles, possessing considerable intelligence and psychic power, and worshipped by the schemers of Luxi,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though no one knew how the Tyranids had delivered this creature to Luxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that Judge, Damian Ulrich, was attempting to lure it out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so he likely had no interest in Zhou Yun for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a Judge truly intended to investigate the Nether System’s problems,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>aside from the Titan-sized beast on Luxi, the Viceroy of Luxi was suspected of directly defecting to the Gene-Thieves; on nearby Pertita, a group of infected Skitarii and a shard of the Burner’s Star-God lingered; deep in the system, on Tartarus, lay an alien artifact—the “Starflame”—capable of destroying the entire system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve got so many problems in the Nether System, even one Judge can’t handle them all. This Damian Ulrich is green, only brought a squad of Storm Loyalists—he can’t manage it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Leina asked, voice trembling: “He won’t drop an Exterminatus on us, will he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina had clearly heard too many horror stories about Judges circulating in the Lower Nest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in the eyes of Imperial citizens, most Judges were lunatics ready to unleash Exterminatus at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even lunatics ready to drop Exterminatus must consider the stakes in the Nether System.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the Nether System.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun emphasized the words “Nether” as he spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Nether System is the gate to Baal, the most vital fortress protecting Baal—and Baal is the homeworld of the Blood Angels.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dropping an Exterminatus on the Nether System is no different from shitting on the Blood Angels’ faces. Why doesn’t he just orbital-bomb Baal directly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the Nether System, Baal’s defenses would be wide open, losing a critical fortress system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theoretically, a Judge’s authority was nearly limitless—but the Empire always had powerful figures who could ignore Judges, even threaten them in return,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like the Imperial Guard, the Space Wolves, the Dark Angels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Blood Angels, fellow First Founding Chapters, as loyal as cats and dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When wolves are cornered, they bite; when angels are enraged, they turn Judges into Horus wearing rose-bedecked robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over ten thousand years ago, before Sanguinius returned, the warriors of the Ninth Legion were known as the Ghouls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, the Blood Angels’ successor chapters harbor many lunatics—these fanatics wouldn’t hesitate to kill Judges, or even Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun mentally cursed under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Augustus Flax had truly summoned a Judge, it was a disastrous move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing him now would be too easy—Zhou Yun still needed to squeeze every last ounce of utility from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without him supplying resources from the Upper Nest, how could the Masters of the Lower Nest fight the Gene-Thieves?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Leviathan Hive arrives,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun planned to use Augustus Flax as bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Zhou Yun turned to Leina beside him and asked: “How’s the war against the Gene-Thieves going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Leina’s brief moment of relief vanished, her expression darkening instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It… looks good,” Leina said bitterly. “The first batch of weapons has been delivered; our people are armed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When we launched our offensive, the Gene-Thieves immediately began retreating, inch by inch, spitting out the territories they’d swallowed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not defeated—they’re deliberately pulling back their lines,” said the winged figure within Bai Guang, shaking its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s lips twitched slightly; he suspected the Gene-Thieves’ motive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They didn’t strip every usable resource before leaving, did they? Left you nothing but barren wasteland?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina’s bitterness deepened: “Yes. And as their lines tighten, their undamaged forces grow denser, while we’re forced to pour manpower into occupying worthless land, fearing they’ll emerge from anywhere at any moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And when we retreat, they surge forward instantly, filling the gaps we abandon—over and over, endlessly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with this cunning tactic,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina felt as if she’d punched cotton—only to find a nest of nails hidden inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how powerful the punch, it always ended in blood and broken bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A masterful tactic,” said Old One-Eye, frowning as he trained the Ark Gang soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Zhou Yun and the winged figure in Bai Guang, Old One-Eye was the most military-savvy person present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw instantly the tactic’s brilliance:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using minimal force to drain the Ark Gang’s maximum strength; through endless stalemate and attrition, the Ark Gang would inevitably collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need stronger soldiers. How long until the first batch is trained?” Leina asked Old One-Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Training takes time. Even if I’m desperate… I still have to teach those idiots to close one eye when aiming?” Old One-Eye sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina couldn’t help sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ark Gang was now trapped in this endless push-pull game with the Gene-Thieves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have an idea. Would you care to hear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina, Old One-Eye, and Dichi all turned to Zhou Yun at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Leina, who stared at him with a strange expression:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do we want to hear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dichi and her Death-Worshippers—you brought them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ark Gang—you’re part of it too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old One-Eye—you introduced him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it possible… that you’re the one actually running this place?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun smiled faintly, then looked at the three before him: “I don’t understand military strategy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I understand schemers. Schemer forces are all commanded by a single leader.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That leader shares a psychic link with the entire Schemer cult, directing his troops as easily as moving his own limbs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is the soul, the brain, the entire nervous system of the Schemer force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But he must have many troops protecting him,\" said Old One-Eye, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But surely he’s surrounded by heavy protection,” Old One-Eye frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leina nodded in agreement: “Not just that—he’s probably hidden very deep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as we find him, death will take him,” Dichi whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was icy enough to make Leina and Old One-Eye shiver slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll send our assassins to find him—but it will take time,” Dichi said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll try to hold them off as long as possible,” Leina rubbed her temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to be so complicated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun chuckled, shook his head,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>reached into his fourth-dimensional pocket at his waist,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding-ding-ding-ding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dichi and Old One-Eye stared with curiosity; Leina looked unsurprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun slowly pulled out a walking stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sibyl sat inside the cabin of an Asford heavy truck, eyes closed before the virtual battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield was merely an aid—his true war unfolded within his mind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>every brother of every race’s mind clear as day, every hybrid cultist’s eye a surveillance lens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>allowing him to see every detail of the battlefield, transmitting every order directly to each warrior’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soldiers moved like tentacles, gently, slowly lapping at the entire Lower Nest—each assault seemed non-lethal, yet over time, all of Asford would be drawn into the rebellion he ignited,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>until the Song of Leviathan rose, and the Four-Armed Emperor of the Stars embraced them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the premise is that Sibyl could ensure his own survival and avoid being killed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>otherwise, the Gene-Thieves’ warriors would descend from unstoppable killing machines into mutated, foolish thugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To protect himself, Sibyl stole this heavy truck manufactured by Asford,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this heavy vehicle was a key military export of Asford, its technology said to originate from Necromunda,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It not only had this extremely heavy armor and two twin-linked autocannons, but also moved at incredible speed, equipped with some kind of signal jamming device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This allowed Scipio to ride the heavy motorcycle like a ghost, making erratic, unpredictable movements that nearly no one could track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the armored vehicle, Scipio had stationed a group of motorcyclists to patrol constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saint Judges also hid within the surrounding buildings; their bullets were sufficient to kill any attacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the chieftain still felt uneasy, and to ensure Scipio’s safety, it even dispatched a group—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemy! Danger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scipio’s pupils shrank sharply, and its psychic link with the chieftain sent out a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the warning, Scipio saw a shadow holding a stiletto piercing straight through its chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scipio spun around hastily, looking behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow had already closed to less than half a meter away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold stiletto was about to plunge into its throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did she find my truck? How did she slip in so silently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the Saint Judges in nearby buildings, or—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scipio quickly raised its biological bone sword to block—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaaah!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scipio let out a cry of agony; the cold stiletto effortlessly slipped past its bone sword and drove straight into Scipio’s eyeball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, at the last moment, four icy purple arms snatched the stiletto, preventing it from piercing Scipio’s brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a pure-blood Gene Thief!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an atavist born after five generations of hybridization, the creature closest to the Gene Thief chieftain’s genetic sequence; each possessed the potential to initiate a new infection—and even become a new chieftain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden in the shadows, it was among the most terrifying and dangerous lifeforms in the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five pure-blood Gene Thieves emerged silently from the shadows, crevices, and cargo compartment of the heavy truck, surrounding the assassin who dared strike Scipio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scipio’s lips curled into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it had lost one eye, eliminating such a skilled assassin was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure-blood Gene Thieves moved swiftly, their four sharp claws lashing out at the black-clad assassin like a thorned net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the assassin was faster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Scipio’s stunned gaze, the two pure-blood Gene Thieves nearest to the assassin were pierced through the skull in the blink of an eye, their heads slashed with grotesque wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted slightly, using the opening left by the two dying Gene Thieves to break free from the encirclement and charge toward Scipio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the pure-blood Gene Thieves were fast enough—they quickly re-engaged Leina, buying Scipio a little time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than the pure-blood Gene Thieves!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scipio’s eyes widened in shock; it instantly realized these five pure-blood Gene Thieves could not hold the assassin for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must abandon the vehicle and flee immediately!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scipio made his decision at once, dashing without hesitation toward the nearest door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the black-clad assassin’s gaze lock onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doraemon greets you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin revealed a brown gourd hanging at her waist beneath the black leather suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled the stopper from the gourd; a howling hurricane erupted violently inside the truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stood atop a nearby building, the Dead-Worshiping female assassin beside him killing the hidden Saint Judges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched silently as the heavy truck rolled down the road, gripping a slender staff with a red shaft and silver head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff glowed with a faint radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Seeker Staff]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manufactured: 271.m3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: A staff-shaped item; when held upright and released to fall naturally, it points toward the person you seek, though accuracy is only 70%]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Value: 880,000]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an item priced at 880,000, yet at first glance seemed unimpressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its greatest function was locating and tracking people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp storm erupted violently from the heavy truck; the gale instantly warped the vehicle slightly, then transformed into a tornado that swallowed nearly a quarter of the block in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dichi had successfully unleashed the Pocket Tornado; the next step was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun’s fingers released slightly; the Seeker Staff fell to the ground, pointing in one direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past two days I’ve been outside, mostly on the truck; I started writing after getting home tonight, and I’ll make up the two missed chapters tomorrow or the day after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2190,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b7cc1f29ac24fcc247ab97c57c1683cfaaf85a95628217085b095649b292312c","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-97","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-95",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]