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This first encounter with a mechanical priest left Alvin with deep psychological trauma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, every time he met a member of the Machine Cult, his mind would involuntarily replay today’s scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak. What do you want from me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical priest plopped down on the steps with no grace at all, took the cigarette Tark handed him, lit it skillfully, and shoved it into his mouth like a lifelong smoker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s worldview shattered again, scattering into pieces on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell? A mechanical priest sitting on the ground smoking? Could this guy even be real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce you—this is Aruman Vila, a technical priest of the Machine Cult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tark lit another cigarette, as if nothing had just happened, and draped an arm around the visibly annoyed mechanical priest, beaming: “Kid, you can come out now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, hello, Father Vila.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin twitched his lips, slowly peering out from behind the pillar, awkwardly greeting: “I’m Alvin Valthus, a... scavenger from the Underhive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aruman glanced at Tark beside him and brushed off the arm draped on his shoulder with disdain: “What do you want? Spit it out—I haven’t got time for your nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tark took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes hiding a ferocious beast. “Do you remember the Hadley family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” Aruman said slowly. “Aren’t you the one who killed the Hadley heir and got dumped into the Underhive for it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chaos cultists have appeared in the Underhive—suspected followers of... the Blood God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tark crushed the cigarette butt in his bare hand, turning to fix Aruman with a piercing stare: “Now I’m certain—the Hadley heir was tied to this cult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should go to an Inquisitor, not me, Tark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Aruman’s reaction was calm—nothing like the outrage he’d expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I’d go to an Inquisitor if I could! Do you think I’d be here otherwise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tark exploded in rage: “Did you forget to oil your brain? Are your gears jammed? I’m a criminal—I can’t contact an Inquisitor without you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you dare say ‘gears’ again—or I’ll blow your ass to pieces right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aruman roared back, equally furious: “I’m a mechanical priest, not a Astropath! Where the hell am I supposed to find you one? Why don’t you contact the Departmento Munitorum?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of the Departmento Munitorum, Tark burst out laughing: “The Departmento Munitorum? By the time they respond to my distress call, the cult will have already blown this planet to dust!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin nodded in agreement beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, given the Departmento Munitorum’s pace, by the time they found his distress signal, the planet would’ve already fallen to Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t an exaggeration—some planets’ distress calls took so long to be processed that by the time the Departmento Munitorum acted, the problem was either already solved... or already dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inefficiency of the Departmento Munitorum and the Departmento Administratum was downright scandalous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for the Departmento Munitorum to send aid would take a lifetime—you’d be better off solving it yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then how the hell am I supposed to contact an Inquisitor?! I’m a mechanical priest, a mechanical priest—do you even understand what that means?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aruman erupted in a torrent of curses, laced with incomprehensible binary language, spittle nearly drowning Tark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, I know you’re a mechanical priest!” Tark wiped spittle from his face. “I mean—contact your mentor. He’ll know what to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost. No way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aruman sneered, standing to leave: “I’d rather have my head cut off by a Chaos warband than reach out to that old bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of time is this? Are you still holding a grudge over that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tark frowned, glanced at Alvin, then switched languages, lowering his voice: “Don’t forget—we’re near the Nacomb Gorge. Do you want to see another Cadia happen here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—wait a minute... Alvin’s mind suddenly reeled, sweat soaking his back!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he just hallucinated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the Nacomb Gorge the only passage to the Imperium’s Dark Side, after the Great Rift opened and the Warp’s tides surged?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no—no way, he must’ve misheard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alvin strained to listen, Aruman fell silent for a long moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice: “Tark, you know full well—if the Hadley family is tied to this cult, then... the Viceroy of Galken is almost certainly compromised.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely because I know that, I came to you, Aruman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tark’s expression turned grim: “This planet’s location is critical. If the Imperium wants to reclaim the Dark Side, severed by the Cursed Scar, it must pass through the Nacomb Gorge. If Loser falls to the cult, Chaos will seize this vital corridor entirely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Alvin heard the definitive answer from Tark’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the planet Loser—a hive world, located near the Nacomb Gorge in the Northern Mists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Alvin’s spirit died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d thought being a scavenger in a Warhammer hive world’s Underhive was bad enough—turns out, there was worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nacomb Gorge was the sole passage to the Imperium’s Dark Side after Cadia’s fall and the Great Rift’s opening—a place of absolute strategic necessity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the question was: what usually happened to places in the Warhammer universe labeled “strategically vital”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no—too terrifying. Just imagining it made him feel like he’d die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emperor, is this how you treat your loyal subjects?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin silently wept inside, wondering if it was too late to change his birthplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the mechanical priest Aruman noticed Alvin’s suddenly accelerated heartbeat and stared at him with suspicion: “Kid, can you understand High Gothic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Tark’s suspicious gaze fixed on Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d deliberately spoken in High Gothic to keep Alvin from understanding—yet this kid understood it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the weight of their stares, Alvin was utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit—he’d forgotten: people in the Underhive spoke Low Gothic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, a scavenger from the Underhive could never possibly understand the Imperium’s official High Gothic!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Navigator System—help me!\u003C\u002Fp>",1082,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f0dfc4e8d89bfa267d1fd387987dcaf73f364f1c53456f967e66f28988ef36f1","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-29","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-27",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]