Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

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After parting ways with Amelia and the others, Zhang Ge drove the light armored vehicle that had been transported with them, heading towards the designated base under the escort of guard vehicles.

Indeed, unlike the previous times when he had driven vehicles, this time there were numerous PDF armored units responsible for temporary escort duties both in front and behind the vehicle. Along the way, hastily mobilized law enforcement officers cleared the roads, giving Zhang Ge a genuine taste of the privileges enjoyed by the upper class.

If he hadn't insisted on driving himself, a dedicated chauffeur would have likely been arranged.

Just a day ago, he was merely an ordinary veteran.

Oh, of course, in a sense, he still was, as there had been no official appointment.

But power comes from people, not from a small letter of appointment. When everyone believes and accepts that you are a high-ranking officer, exercising such authority doesn't require any formal commission.

Just like the one on the Golden Throne—no one dares to commission Him, do they?

Of course, if by some slim chance he actually survived, this little maneuver could be used later. When the higher-ups come to investigate, if they find out about his actions, there's a ninety percent chance he wouldn't escape execution.

Death is victory, and life is also victory.

Who is the Inquisition? Not really familiar. As long as the Departmento Munitorum launches the attack, everything will be fine.

Zhang Ge viciously cut through, driving the vehicle into the large elevator leading from the lower hive to the upper hive.

Upon arriving in the upper hive, the scene here had already departed from the high-tech, low-life feeling seen along the way.

After all, those who can live in such places are essentially the elite of the entire planet, perhaps surpassing 99% of the ordinary hive dwellers. From mid-to-high-level officers of various local armed forces to corporate management, the upper echelons of the spire nobles don't mind letting a little oil drip from their hands to these high-value tools.

Although, compared to the nobles who allocate resources on a scale of billions, this is merely a trivial amount, it is more than enough for these people to live a prosperous life.

Here, ceramic-steel buildings towering over a kilometer are everywhere, stretching in clusters, seemingly denser than the structures of the lower hive. However, the population density is far lower than the former, allowing the average living space per person to potentially exceed that of an entire family in the lower hive by dozens of times.

From the officers sitting by the street, sipping drinks and discussing the return of the Primarch, to the massive transport ships in the sky carrying pure glacial water from the poles towards the Spire, it is almost unimaginable to find a trace of "comfort" that exists within the Empire in such a place.

Perhaps, compared to the underhive where one might be shot for a bottle of murky water, the lower hive endlessly exploited, and the Spire constantly plagued by conspiracies and overwhelming bureaucracy, the upper hive, situated somewhere in the middle, offers the most fleeting moments of respite.

But beyond these everyday scenes, a strikingly prominent circular structure ahead caught Zhang Ge's attention.

It was the adamantine wall encircling the core of the upper hive.

What appeared to be merely a layer of defensive fortifications revealed, upon closer inspection, a height and width comparable to skyscrapers. In essence, it was a ring-shaped fortress capable of housing entire regiments for prolonged warfare.

To the lords of the Spire, the underhive was not even considered human, the lower hive merely expendable sacrifices. Only the upper hive could truly be called a "defensive line."

After all, once the upper hive is breached, the flames of war will inevitably spread to the spire.

Thus, it's not difficult to understand the purpose of these massive ring-shaped fortresses—they are designed to protect the core of the upper hive and its most critical areas: the elevators leading to the spire and the structural support points.

Given the sheer size of the hive, even if the enemy manages to seize the underhive and lower hive, it would be nearly impossible to demolish half of the hive. However, if the load-bearing regions of the upper hive are lost, the task of demolishing just the spire becomes a feasible objective.

These colossal ring-shaped fortresses stand as formidable barriers to prevent the enemy from achieving such a strategic goal... Of course, even in the worst-case scenario, they would at least buy the spire's nobility some time to evacuate.

As the walls drew closer and closer, and the marked location of the garrison approached, Zhang Ge gradually caught sight of the Astra Militarum.

Most of them were clad in tattered uniforms, covered in wounds, and their formations were chaotic. Many were severely injured, missing limbs, making it clear at a glance that they were remnants of forces scattered from the frontlines.

While those in slightly better condition were organizing training drills on the open ground outside the ring fortress, the majority were stragglers who couldn't even locate their own commanding officers, temporarily mixed in with other units.

It seems the nobles have made the most of the situation, using this circular fortress as a temporary base for the Astra Militarum who were pushed back to the hive city. This is understandable—getting a group of capable fighters to protect their safety without spending a dime, who wouldn't want that?

Zhang Ge's vehicle soon arrived at the city gate, where many armored vehicles like Leman Russ tanks were passing through, along with trucks transporting supplies back and forth. It looked like getting in would require a long wait.

But when the convoy reached the gate, it turned to the side, and after identification, entered the fortress directly through a small side gate, passing through to the other side.

Seeing this, Zhang Ge's right eye twitched, and a faint sense of unease crept into his heart. Was the priority a bit too high?

Having connections in high places certainly makes things easier, but honestly, I wouldn't mind a bit of delay.

Never mind, the right eye twitching is just superstition.

To distract himself, Zhang Ge glanced at the marked points on the projected map beside him.

Hmm... haha, I hadn't noticed before, but the base is located quite deep within the walls. It must be a relatively elite unit stationed in such a central position.

As the elevator leading to the spire drew closer, the number of Astra Militarum around dwindled, and Zhang Ge admitted he was starting to sweat a little.

I didn't expect the defenses to be so tight. There's even an additional defensive line and base around the elevator. It seems they trust me quite a bit.

This stubborn thought persisted until the convoy entered the elevator, the ceramite doors adorned with various artworks and decorations slowly closed, and the weightless sensation of ascending to the spire began.

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