[{"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-67":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},2277840,4456,"Chapter 67: The Deceptive and Turbulent Underhive Situation","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>To be honest, according to Alvin’s shallow understanding from his past life, cults that worship Khorne rarely have this much brains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exploiting the irreconcilable conflict between the Underhive and the Upper Hive to unite the entire Underhive’s strength, then detonating this hidden fury at the perfect moment to ignite the whole Hive—this kind of scheme feels more like the work of... ‘Tzeentch’!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not witnessed with his own eyes the pile of hundreds of scavenger skulls from the East District forming a ‘pyramid of heads,’ Alvin would have suspected he’d gotten it wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smooth-talking, highly charismatic conspirator—perfectly suited to Tzeentch’s taste!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Alvin’s expression froze, a bad premonition creeping over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be... that Tzeentch is actually involved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no, no, impossible, absolutely impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head violently, banishing that terrifying thought, and hastily performed the Eagle Salute: “May the Emperor protect me—please don’t make this any harder, I can’t take it anymore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nakmund Corridor, the Necrons, Khorne, the Gene-Stealing Cult... this planet is already chaotic enough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only ones missing, perhaps, are the Orks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin shuddered violently; for no clear reason, his right eyelid twitched violently: “Pfft, superstitious nonsense! Get lost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes, left eye twitches for wealth, right eye twitches... is merely an involuntary muscle spasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He firmly believed the compassionate Emperor would never treat a loyal subject with such cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it—for now, this isn’t the time to dwell on it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin cast aside his distractions and quietly slipped away from the crowd, changing course toward the East District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, he had made a pact with Tack: to meet at the secret base one month later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Alvin retrace his path through the sewers and found Tack’s secret base, he discovered it empty—all equipment nearly gone, leaving only a note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, if you come back and don’t see me, take what I prepared for you and head straight to Midhive to find Aruman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin read the note, then scanned the secret base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chainsword and heavy bolter left in the corner were now gone—clearly taken by Tack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Alvin didn’t know what had befallen Tack to prompt him to take these two weapons, one thing was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something major had happened in the Underhive during his absence this past month!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, with Tack’s strength, facing mere Underhive gang trash would never require bringing along a heavy bolter and chainsword—two weapons of devastating lethality!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be related to ‘Rashid’?” Alvin crumpled the note; his already heavy mood grew heavier, more oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only possible target serious enough to make Tack act this seriously—even resorting to a heavy bolter—was the cult’s psyker, ‘Rashid.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No good—I must deliver this news to Father Aruman as soon as possible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Alvin destroyed the note, grabbed the ‘token’ Tack had left behind, and hurried off toward Midhive to find Father Aruman, the Machine-Priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With things having reached this state, he could only hope the ‘reinforcements’ Father Aruman called in would be powerful enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ‘token’ Tack left behind was in fact the ‘Iron Eagle Medal.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Iron Eagle Medal, even Hive enforcers dared not stop Alvin—especially since they’d seen him several times before, so he passed through without issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midhive remained as calm and peaceful as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the filthy, chaotic style of the Underhive, the streets were lined with medieval-style houses, tightly packed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sadly, Alvin had no time to pause—he headed straight for Father Aruman’s Machine-Chapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Alvin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young, familiar voice called out, halting Alvin’s hurried steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back in surprise and saw Emerych standing at the entrance of a bakery, holding freshly bought goods, waving enthusiastically at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Emerych stood a pale-faced girl, shyly tugging at his sleeve, too timid to look up at Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerych, clutching the bag of bread, took the girl’s hand and strode over: “What a coincidence—I never expected to meet you here, Mr. Alvin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stared at the boy in shock: “Emerych, how... how are you in Midhive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehe, thanks to Mr. Korch.\" Emerych seemed more confident now, his clothes noticeably cleaner; he scratched the back of his head with a broad smile: \"He gave me a permit—I can come to Midhive once a week to fetch supplies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hammer Gang... no wonder. It must be that Upper Hive nobleman, Rashid, who opened this supply route specifically for Underhive resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding the connection, Alvin turned to the girl beside him: “Who is she?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Alvin, allow me to introduce her to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerych shyly touched his nose, holding the girl’s hand, and murmured: \"Her name is Stella. She’s Mr. Korch’s daughter. I really like Stella—I plan to ask Mr. Korch to let her marry me soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin fell silent for a long while, unsure what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he offer blessings—or a warning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Emerych’s perspective, the Hammer Gang had given him hope to live—just like countless others in the Underhive’s depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Korch had rescued him and his sister from those scum—how could Alvin possibly explain the truth in a few words?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since this is your own choice, I won’t say more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Alvin patted his shoulder, his eyes filled with unspoken complexity: “I wish you happiness, Emerych.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Mr. Alvin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerych beamed, radiating pure joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, where’s your sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin remembered how inseparable the boy and his sister always were—why was she absent this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Christine has been a bit upset lately...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentioning his sister, Emerych seemed to harbor unspoken troubles, his face tinged with helplessness: “After Christine found out about Stella and me, she’s been furious, smashing things—Stella even got hurt—so I didn’t bring her this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could this happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was surprised; in his memory, Christine was always quiet, seemingly averse to strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she had immense dependence on her brother, Emerych.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the alley, Alvin had seen how deeply bonded the siblings were—never imagining it would turn like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know why...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerych hung his head, filled with resignation: “Christine won’t let me see Stella, but we truly love each other—I believe one day she’ll understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Children’s moods are normal,” Alvin said, offering comfort: “Buy her a gift, cheer her up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerych grinned, pulling out a beautiful comb from his pocket: “Mr. Alvin, I’m going to give Christine this comb for her birthday—she’ll love it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good choice. Girls grow up—they always need a comb.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin glanced at the comb: made of some animal bone, pure white as jade, adorned with a few cheap glass beads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though inexpensive, it was still a ‘luxury’ in the Underhive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, is Christine’s birthday coming up? How old will she be?” Alvin asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerych gently stroked the comb, his eyes brimming with affection: “From the day I found her, another half-month will mark Christine’s eighth birthday.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1150,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8ae6381c3dce7affab1f346571b83ed957ffe53ccf601d1f15298c785f58fc92","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-68","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-66",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]