[{"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-73":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},2277846,4456,"Chapter 73: The Patient Judge (Requesting First Subscription)","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>Although Alvin had explained clearly enough, the judge behind him seemed not to have lowered his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turn around slowly, let me see your face and hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie carefully stepped back half a step, but raised her bolter, pointing it at his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin raised his hands like a prisoner and turned slowly; instead of Winnie Winslet, a stranger’s face met his eyes—but from the similar build and the familiar incense, he deduced it was likely a disguise for infiltration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you end up here? What happened to your face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie frowned slightly, her gun still pressed to his head, her voice icy: “And how exactly did you recognize me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the bone-chilling killing intent had slightly receded, it still made one feel uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin forced a smile and explained: “This is my disguise, Your Honor. As for how I recognized you—ahem—it’s because your incense is far too noticeable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Incense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie’s expression stiffened noticeably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never imagined her meticulous disguise—so certain it wouldn’t be exposed—would be betrayed by nothing more than her incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Honor, now can you believe me?” Alvin removed the “electrostatic veil,” revealing his true face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie lowered her bolter, but her brow remained stern and displeased: “Why are you in the Lower Nest? Don’t you know it’s dangerous? And why are you dressed like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course to gather evidence—did you think I came for tourism?” Alvin snapped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The judge seemed momentarily speechless, shooting him a furious glare: “Are you blaming me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no, Your Honor, you misunderstand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin realized he’d been overly bold just now and waved his hands to explain: “I want to find evidence quickly—to help you crush the cult and protect Lothel Nest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words rang with righteous indignation and moral authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no interest in pursuing your crimes.” Even Winnie, who had faced countless shameless criminals, was left speechless by Alvin; she hardened her tone: “Now, in the name of the Empire’s Judge, I order you to assist in investigating the cult. Refuse, and I have the authority to execute you on the spot. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfectly understood, Your Honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin snapped to attention, crossed his arms, and performed the Eagle Salute: “For the Great Divine Emperor, I am willing to offer my heart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was back—the familiar feeling was back. This was the attitude a Judge should have!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That resolute gaze and tone surprised Winnie slightly; it felt as if she were staring at a devout follower of the State Religion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such a remote planet, encountering a Lower Nest dweller with such pure faith was nothing short of a miracle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Winnie quickly reconsidered—it must be the protection of the Great Divine Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough… I need to know what’s happened in the Lower Nest.” She had just infiltrated the Lower Nest and followed members of the Hammer Gang to this room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the occupants seemed high-ranking, she planned to enter and interrogate them for information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, she ran into someone she knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, Winnie still didn’t clearly understand the connection between the Lower Nest, the cult, and the Hammer Gang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Your Honor, this is how it is—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin summarized the intelligence he’d gathered in as brief terms as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing that tens of thousands had been sent to “Ironstone Town,” Winnie’s pale blue eyes blazed with lethal fury; she clenched her bolter: “Tens of thousands? What is the Planetary Viceroy doing? Is Galken blind?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands of Lower Nest dwellers leaving the Nest, sent to a place called “Ironstone Town”—and the Planetary Viceroy did nothing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Winnie’s eyes, this was simply unthinkable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since being appointed Judge, she had never faced such a complex, chaotic situation alone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Winnie felt utterly lost—who was truly in control?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it the indifferent Planetary Viceroy? The suspected cult leader, Rashid Hadley? Or were all the Upper Nest nobles of Lothel Nest complicit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a familiar face flashed into Winnie’s mind—Charles Granthor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were Granthor, what choice would he make in this chaotic mess?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie bit her lip; she refused to emulate her mentor, for she could not accept such behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This boy, having the courage to infiltrate the Lower Nest, must have a plan—so she turned her gaze to Alvin: “What are you planning to do next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Your Honor, my plan is simple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin put the “electrostatic veil” back on and spoke slowly: “Using my disguised identity as a high-ranking gang member, I’ll sneak into the convoy heading to Ironstone Town.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at his face for half a second, Winnie had an idea: “Fine, do as you say—but find a way to get me in too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re coming with me to Ironstone Town?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin looked startled, though more annoyed than surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were only him, he wouldn’t need to worry much—he could escape easily if danger arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with a Judge tagging along, he’d have to be far more careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, neither the Iron Man Mark V armor nor his spiritual energy could be exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re unwilling?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie was taken aback—she was an Imperial Judge, and someone was refusing her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no, I’m very willing, Your Honor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin had no choice now—he gritted his teeth and agreed: “But you’ll have to endure some hardship—you’ll need to disguise yourself as a disabled refugee and blend in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who do you think I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have imagined Winnie didn’t care at all? She lifted her chin proudly: “I graduated from the Imperial Loyal Disciples Academy, underwent rigorous training—I am willing to sacrifice my life for the Divine Emperor, let alone disguise myself as a disabled refugee?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent! No wonder you’re a Judge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin gave a thumbs-up, praising: “If you say so, then it’s settled!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the noble Judge Winnie Winslet overestimated her resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And underestimated just how much “hardship” Alvin meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie, successfully blended into the disabled refugees, was forcibly shoved into the cargo truck’s compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The compartment was small—barely enough for twenty people—but over thirty had been crammed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The level of crowding was unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie swore this was the worst vehicle environment she’d ever endured in her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was crushed into a corner, her head pressed under someone’s filthy foot, emitting a stench so foul it nearly made her faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around her, bodies reeked of rot, sourness, decay—like corpses left under the sun for half a month, then dumped into a cesspool to soak in the stench, then fermented into a uniquely nauseating odor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without exaggeration, the compartment’s atmosphere resembled the Father-Emperor’s backyard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie pinched her nose; even as she silently chanted that this was all for the Divine Emperor, her body still rebelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But others couldn’t hold back—the cramped space, combined with the overwhelming stench, caused the Lower Nest dwellers to vomit one after another; the air filled with “puking” sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The compartment, already a maelstrom of odors, now added one more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winnie’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere, filth had been sprayed; Winnie, who had been holding back, could no longer contain herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vom—!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1177,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f7f81b605e53cee401c53ddb65387bba7369055f6efc47731bc5e135b87108c1","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-74","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-72",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]