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When will reinforcements arrive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman remained silent, as if burdened by a thousand jin, slowly sinking into his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say something, will you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack paced frantically, pointing toward the direction of booming artillery: “Listen! The planetary defense cannons are already close—that means those useless fools can’t hold back the cultists! If reinforcements don’t come soon, we’re all dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet… Aluman remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even moving a muscle, so much so that Tack began to wonder if the guy had crashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe he just forgot to oil himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if hearing Tack’s blasphemous words, Aluman spoke in a low tone: “There is one bad news, and one worse one. Which do you want to hear first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack stared blankly for three full seconds before reacting, looking at Aluman as if he were an Ork: “Did you forget to oil your brain? What’s the difference between the two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To everyone’s shock,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman did not rage—he answered seriously: “One is bad news. The other is worse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then tell me the bad news first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack urged him to spit it out and stop dragging it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The bad news is that due to the Warp’s interference, their jump coordinates were off—they’ll take at least ten days to reach Lothel,” Aluman said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I doubt the Upper Nest’s useless bastards can hold out for half a month,” Tack covered his face, looking utterly defeated: “I’m curious—what could possibly be worse than this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The worse news is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Tech-Adept with minimal cybernetic augmentation, Tack could plainly see on Aluman’s face a deep sense of helplessness and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Alvin Valthius… is lost, I estimate a 98% probability that the entire Lothel Nest—and possibly the entire planet—will be utterly annihilated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman’s despairing tone delivered words that made Tack gasp in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you kidding me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack’s eyelid twitched, his face filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not joking. This is fact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman bitterly wished he could pound his chest—he wondered if Chaos had corrupted his mind. Why, knowing the danger, had he let that boy go down to the Lower Nest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What were you thinking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack was genuinely furious. Had Aluman forgotten to oil his brain? How could he let Alvin, someone so vital, go down to the Lower Nest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman felt just as trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought going to the Lower Nest carried no real risk—worst case, they’d spot him, but he had a deflection shield and a plasma rifle. Who could stop Alvin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the Inquisitor herself went with him. Even if something went wrong, wouldn’t Winnie Winslet’s connections save her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who could have foreseen that neither of them returned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it had blown up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just said… 98% probability. What’s the other 2%?” Tack frowned, suddenly asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either the Emperor manifests himself… or the Primarch—rumored to have awakened from ten-thousand-year slumber—issues a direct order to stop it,” Aluman sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we’re all dead?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack was utterly hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor manifesting? Nearly impossible. And the Primarch awakening? Who even knew if it was real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not entirely… if we can find Alvin. I have a feeling… this kid isn’t that easy to kill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman looked at Tack with sincere earnestness, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder: “This task falls to you. I believe the Catachan Jungle Fighters can penetrate the Lower Nest, find Alvin’s trail, and bring him back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you dump your brain in the recycling bin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack’s lip twitched, utterly speechless: “I’m a Catachan Jungle Fighter, not the Emperor’s angel! And I’m not Slambor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish you were Slambor…” Aluman grunted, sizing Tack up with disappointment: “We’re both from Catachan—how could you be so different?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slambor… a legend so extraordinary, newcomers assumed he was made up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To describe Slambor simply:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He alone could wipe out every cultist on Lothel—including the Daemon Engine—and still not even break a sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bullshit. Then why aren’t you a Grand Artificer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack never feared a verbal fight—he jabbed his finger at Aluman’s nose: “If you were even half a Grand Artificer, would we be stuck like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman erupted into a torrent of binary speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tack understood none of it—he steered the conversation back: “Honestly, I can try to get Grey to assign a small garrison squad to force our way into the Lower Nest—but whether we find him? No guarantees.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the only option left…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman finally exhaled. Now he could only hope the boy was still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise… even a fallen merchant dynasty, weakened for millennia, could unleash wrath beyond what they—or Lothel—could endure!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep. Beep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the dormant star-comm array activated again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another star-comm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack was surprised, wondering who it could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he saw the sender’s name, Aluman froze rigid—as if the sky had collapsed. For a moment, he thought he saw the Star of Doom flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To the revered Mechanicum of Mars, Tech-Adept Aluman Vira: Approximately fifteen days ago, we lost contact with Lady Winnie Winslet. Investigations indicate she communicated with you prior to vanishing. Please provide full details of your interaction—Inquisition, Heresy Chapter, Charles Granthor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message’s tone was gentle, polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aluman knew—this was merely a facade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles Granthor… Winnie Winslet’s mentor. A towering figure in the Inquisition’s Heresy Chapter, a classic extremist Inquisitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Aluman, Granthor had issued hundreds of Exterminatus orders during his tenure, eliminating countless potential threats to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billions—possibly trillions—of lives had been extinguished directly or indirectly by Granthor. Rumors claimed he himself was the greatest heretic, for he possessed forbidden technologies unknown to all others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what was more widely known:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles Granthor was a staunch adherent of the Yellow Stone Doctrine within the Heresy Chapter. His extremism and radicalism were so severe, even many fanatical Inquisitors deemed him too extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Aluman sink back into silence, Tack felt a chilling premonition: “You’re not going to tell me something worse happened, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good news…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aluman forced a smile, speaking slowly to Tack: “Another Inquisitor—veteran, legendary in record—has taken notice of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New month! Still stockpiling drafts. If you have monthly votes, toss them my way—thank you all so much! Kneeling deeply to you all!\u003C\u002Fp>",1028,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9727013f6dd2288531b8998da15ea83b25006f11319d550352520f1671f5fb76","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-111","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-109",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]