[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-19":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"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},2277792,4456,"Chapter 19","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>In this world, many things can only be truly felt when witnessed with one’s own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Alvin now, he never thought himself lofty or noble, nor did he harbor any grand or exalted ideals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for using his “transmigrator” status to save the crumbling human empire—such heroic acts and thoughts never even crossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scavenger from the lower nest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A worthless scrap, barely worth dust—what right does he have to save the empire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Robert Guilliman, one of the Thirteen Primarchs, couldn't accomplish it—what right does a lowly nest scavenger have to change the shit that is the \"Empire\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From start to finish, Alvin’s thoughts were simple: just live well, with dignity, like a human being!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the scene before him struck a massive blow to his soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of blood-dripping skulls stared unblinking, their pale, dull eyes still holding the thirst for life and the agony of torture before death—many were children who hadn’t even reached adulthood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what can I... do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin bit his lip so hard he didn’t notice the blood, his fist clenching unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nails dug into his skin; the pain jolted him back from his daze. He stared blankly at the mound of skulls, a bitter expression creeping across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry—I can’t avenge you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself not to look at the hollow eyes of those skulls, lowering his head as if muttering to himself: “The only thing I can do for you... is make the mid-nest enforcers know about this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale of the Khorne cult lurking in the lower nest is unknown, and they possess psykers—this is far beyond his ability to resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is weak—weak to the point of being utterly incapable of standing against even a single cult, let alone their psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the only solution Alvin could think of to deal with the Khorne cult was to make the nest enforcers, planetary defense forces, and the upper nobility and viceroy aware of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crush the Khorne cult decisively before the situation spirals out of control!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time is running out...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin bit his lip so hard his time was dwindling rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging from this recent Khorne cult sacrifice, the scale was likely already massive—and they were almost certainly establishing a link with the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the sacrifice is fully completed and the Blood God Khorne bestows his blessing, it won’t be a problem the planetary defense forces can handle anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, among the four Chaos Gods, Khorne is known for brutality and war, but he does not delight in slaughtering the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This massacre of scavengers and skull sacrifice is extremely unlikely to draw Khorne’s attention—but the possibility cannot be entirely ruled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sacrifice failed—but who can guarantee the next one will too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must leak this information as soon as possible.” Alvin clenched his fist, his heart filled with the anxiety and urgency of time slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze upward toward the maze of steel pipes, his eyes hardening: “The lower nest cannot stop the cult—and the Hammer Gang... have likely been brainwashed. I must find a way to infiltrate the mid-nest—only then can I stop the cult’s spread!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one last long look at the mound of skulls, then tore his gaze away with difficulty, whispering: “I’m sorry—I... can’t help you. And I dare not help you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could bury those skulls in the ground—but... he dared not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason? The risk was too great!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If cult members returned and found the sacrificed skulls gone, they’d immediately realize their plan had been exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never underestimate the cult’s investigative power—especially with psykers involved. Even if Alvin was as careful as possible, hiding every trace, he could still be discovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that happened, he’d face the cult’s full force in pursuit—there would be no chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a desperate flight—he could still sense their stares burning into his back... hot, searing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Alvin carefully concealed his trail, returned to his “doghole,” grabbed a few gold bars, hid them in his chest, changed his clothes quietly, and headed straight for the black market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a crude mask and a loose, tattered robe, concealing his features to avoid unnecessary trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne cult’s sudden large-scale sacrifice shattered Alvin’s original plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had intended to use conventional means—bribing nest enforcers to buy a mid-nest resident permit, then entering the mid-nest openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, that idea was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the fastest mid-nest resident permit would take at least half a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And given the Empire’s abysmal administrative efficiency, a delay of a year or more wasn’t out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the cult gave Alvin no such time—he had to find another path, using “illegal” means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like in his past life, many “runners” smuggled themselves across the US-Mexico border—in the lower nest’s black market, there were people who could smuggle you into the mid-nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former method—buying a permit—was about safety; slow, but guaranteed no problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the latter... everyone knew how the US treated runners—the enforcers would use even crueler methods against these “runners” sneaking into the mid-nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Alvin knew clearly: what he lacked most was time—he had to risk the “smuggling” route to the mid-nest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the back alley’s corner of the black market, he knocked on a sheet-metal door, lowering his voice into a hoarse rasp: “I need a way in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, the door cracked open—a bald head poked out, scanning him up and down: “What kind of way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a kind of “slang.” Alvin, familiar with the code, replied smoothly: “The Road to Happiness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the correct phrase, the bald man swung the door open, stepping aside: “Second floor. You know the rules, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin handed over his old laser pistol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald man thoroughly searched him, confirmed no weapons remained, then tilted his chin slightly, gesturing for him to take the stairs beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping onto the creaking, worn-out wooden planks—nearly polished smooth by time—he saw at once a man with his legs propped on the table, a metal prosthetic limb, smoking a rolled cigarette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was slightly surprised—he instantly recognized the man as the one who had bought his gas mask before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that unusual metal prosthetic limb was rare indeed in the lower nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s metal limb held the cigarette as he exhaled a perfect smoke ring: “I remember you—the kid who sold me that gas mask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind his mask, Alvin’s pupils shrank sharply, a flicker of shock crossing his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had disguised himself last time—and again today—how had the man recognized him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering the possibility, he immediately raised his guard—his psychic energy surged like a drawn bowstring, ready to strike!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the man made any move, Alvin would crush him into pulp in an instant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, no need to be so tense, kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man seemed to sense Alvin’s tension, grinning as he pushed back his noodle-like hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the hair, the other half of his face bore a metallic electronic prosthetic eye—glowing a deep crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See this? Metal eye.” He pointed at the crimson eye, watching Alvin with interest, speaking slowly: “You’re young—I’ll tell you a lesson: never think changing clothes and wearing a mask fools everyone. Even without this eye, I’d still spot you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing no malice, Alvin slowly lowered his guard—but kept his psychic energy humming around him: “Thank you. I’ll remember.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This incident sharply reminded him: never underestimate the scum hiding in the lower nest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to be smuggled into the mid-nest. Can you do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin took a deep breath and dropped the pretense, cutting straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know who I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man lounged with one leg crossed over the other, a smirk curling his lips as he pointed to his face: “I’m Jackal Tark. Pay the price, and I’ll get you in.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1317,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","17a3066e507e653f887bddf8811e534df7c168ca12a2311f3cc2c2ebac87fc0f","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-20","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-18",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]