[{"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-30":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},2277803,4456,"Chapter 30","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-30",30,"\u003Cp>Three days had passed since he arrived in the Mid-Nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living under someone else’s roof... was downright luxurious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After delivering and neatly stacking the items ordered by Father Aruman, Alvin finished his work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His main duty was hauling cargo—nothing heavy, and compared to the Lower Nest, it was downright easy and comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had assumed he wouldn’t receive any pay at all; after all, the Mechanicus Priest had already done him the greatest favor by taking him in, offering stable work and a resident permit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to his surprise, Father Aruman paid him the standard Mid-Nest daily wage: ten kronen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing Alvin had likely arrived from the Lower Nest with no money, Father Aruman even prepaid him half a month’s salary for daily meals and expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Father Aruman sometimes had a short temper, roaring “Omnissiah above!” while spewing high Gothic curses mixed with binary profanities, he was, at his core, an undeniable good man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 40K universe, teeming with demons and madmen, men like Father Aruman were rare as phoenix feathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the one thing that puzzled Alvin was the complex, incomprehensible emotion always lurking in Father Aruman’s gaze when he looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could a Mechanicus Priest... possibly have that kind of taste?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he thought of it, Alvin shuddered and immediately crushed the blasphemous notion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no, no—it was impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Machine Cult wasn’t Christianity; priests weren’t priests—how could they possibly have such a perversion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if, hypothetically, Mechanicus Priests did have such tastes, they’d surely be obsessed with machines, not... that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s no more cargo today. You may rest early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father Aruman, unaware of Alvin’s blasphemous thoughts, inspected the warehouse goods and then granted him half a day off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Father Aruman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin blinked, shaking the blasphemous thoughts from his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the perfect chance to explore the Mid-Nest and perhaps pick up some supplies—maybe even find a surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father Aruman shuffled slowly, turning toward the side door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was the Tech-Priest’s forge, piled high with weapons and mechanical constructs; Alvin eyed them greedily but knew what he could and couldn’t do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father Aruman had treated him well—would he really become an ungrateful wolf?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore his gaze away and walked toward the chapel’s exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alvin’s foot was halfway out of the chapel, Father Aruman called out to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father Aruman, is there something you need?” Alvin muttered inwardly, turning to face him, waiting for the next words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father Aruman ambled over and pulled two five-hundred-kronen banknotes from his robe: “The grilled Grol meat at 105 Fernal Street is excellent. Bring me one on your way back, and a bottle of Amasek. Keep the rest for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Father Aruman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin reached out, took the two banknotes, folded them, and slipped them into his inner pocket before leaving the chapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amasek was the Empire’s most famous liquor, produced across countless worlds, yet its flavor varied wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected a Mechanicus Priest to enjoy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care much for alcohol, but the mention of Grol meat made his mouth water—he couldn’t help swallowing involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grol meat was made from Glox, the most common livestock in the Empire; its flavor was unique, juicy, and served as a cheap substitute for beefsteak, beloved by the working class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After weaving through several alleys, Alvin suddenly noticed the streets were unusually crowded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowds surged forward as if drawn by a single purpose; curious, Alvin grabbed a passerby: “Uncle, what’s happening today? Why is everyone out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, just arrived in the Mid-Nest, eh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly man smiled, sizing Alvin up with pride: “Today, the great Viceroy of Hadley Planet will lead his guard in a parade through the Hive—once-a-year ceremony. No one wants to miss it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viceroy of Hadley Planet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the name, Alvin froze for half a second—wasn’t that the man Tark suspected?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, could you tell me about this Viceroy of Hadley Planet?” Alvin feigned ignorance and slipped the old man twenty kronen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching the two coins, the man beamed—they were two days’ wages—so he cleared his throat and began recounting the Viceroy of Hadley Planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, you were born in a fortunate age.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fifty years ago, Loser was poor. Imperial taxes were crushing—so many Viceroy’s came and went—until Viceroy Hadley took office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Viceroy Hadley was no ordinary man. Soon after arriving, he abolished the crushing taxes, encouraged production, created countless jobs, and turned once-poor Loser into what it is today. He cut our taxes and raised our incomes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone in the Mid-Nest is grateful to Viceroy Hadley. That’s why so many come out spontaneously for his annual parade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does this parade happen every year?” Alvin asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! Don’t underestimate our Loser Planetary Defense Force—they’re elite!” The old man leaned close, whispering: “I’ll tell you a secret—my neighbor’s son was picked from our Planetary Defense Force to join the Imperial Guard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin grew more confused. The Viceroy Hadley described by the old man sounded nothing like Tark’s description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a cunning fox secretly backing a cult; the other, a benevolent, diligent ruler—which was real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. The parade’s about to begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man hurried off. Alvin snapped back to reality and followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd was overwhelming—he estimated half the Mid-Nest’s population had gathered before the Hive Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three dull bell tones echoed over the Hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s... the Ecclesiarchy’s bell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d never heard it before, the solemn, resonant chime carried sacred hymns—like holy water cleansing the soul—sending a shiver through Alvin’s very spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the Hive Gate, over a hundred meters tall, slowly opening with the groan of iron bolts and mechanical gears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vehicle of undeniable luxury, flanked by ceremonial guards, glided slowly into the wide, spotless street within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers rained down like petals beneath sacred hymns; behind the vehicle came a ten-thousand-strong army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, two figures atop the vehicle caught Alvin’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was older, aged but spine straight, dressed in lavish noble attire, a jeweled dueling sword at his hip—his bearing stern and majestic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this was the legendary Viceroy of Hadley Planet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him stood a young man with snow-white skin and a faintly brooding brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Alvin saw the “young man,” he felt as if struck by a sledgehammer—his mind rang with a deafening buzz!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d once been uncertain whether the Hadley family was linked to the cult...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the falling petals lining the street, and the endless crowd erupting in thunderous cheers;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the echoing Ecclesiarchy bells, as millions chanted the Viceroy of Hadley Planet’s name—Alvin felt as if plunged into an icy tomb, a bone-deep, piercing chill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All because the noble youth beside the Viceroy of Hadley Planet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in finery, handsome of face—was the very “psionicist” of the cult Alvin had witnessed firsthand in the Lower Nest’s industrial district.\u003C\u002Fp>",1142,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","78bbe566336d3789b74abcf7c1a3e01aa0b388535bbe8178fc611613c558ad13","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-31","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-29",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]