Yes. The title of this Blog is not clickbait. This is actually a thing that happens.
Shut up, it makes sense in context.
The Quotes[]
So:
- As the bloodletters returned to the task of dismantling the capital city brick by brick, soul by soul, Kargon surveyed the madness and saw that it was good. Dubbed ‘The Seed-Bearer’ by those who sought to invoke his presence, Kargon had feasted on the entrails of a thousand worlds. Drawn to breaches in the membrane between warp space and the material universe like a shark to fresh blood, Kargon knew only one purpose: strike, violate, move on. Soon Ilium would lay behind him, forgotten, like so many worlds before.
- - Hell in a Bottle
- The assembled horde – a hideous confederation of lesser daemons, mutant spawn, bloodletters, Chaos warriors and hybrids of every life-form that had been infected by the contagion of Corruption – bowed their heads in affirmation. The question was unnecessary. The sounds of conflict had been replaced by an absolute silence that spoke of only one thing: victory. The tang of burning flesh hung heavily in the air, as it did over every city on Ilium. The pyre before which Kargon and his cadre stood reached as high as the tallest of the once-proud towers and painted the sky with its slick, black smoke. The pestilence of humanity had been wiped from the planet. Kargon and his followers had drunk deeply of their souls. There remained only one more act to perform: the Ritual of Seeding.
- ‘Let it begin!’ Kargon commanded. With a shuffling of feet and a creaking of armour, four mighty Chaos daemons stepped forward from the assembly to stand in the clear space before Kargon and the pyre. Creatures of unstoppable violence, they stood, wings folded, their raging blood-lust quelled by the dark charisma of their leader. An awed hush descended over their fellows. There was no room in the semi-sentient minds of the Chaos-spawn for the subtleties of religious feeling, but they knew when they were in the presence of one of the High Mysteries of Chaos.
- With a sibilant hiss and crack, the brazen breastplate of the first of the selected daemons peeled back along hidden seams, exposing pallid, grey-white flesh. Thick, dark veins pulsed beneath its semi-translucent surface. The pulses grew quicker, stronger as the veins began to swell, pushing out against the restraining flesh. A low, bubbling moan issued from the creature’s throat, accompanied by the sounds of three more breastplates opening.
- A low animal murmur drifted through the watching crowd as all four sacrificial candidates began to tremble, their exposed flesh quaking and distending, caught in the grip of a dark, palsied ecstasy.
- The chest of the first daemon, now bulging far beyond the limits of its armour, split explosively, expelling the tightly-wound veins across metres of ground. The earth was soaked by purple-black ichor as the veins continued to pulse and flex of their own volition. With a sigh of almost post-coital satisfaction, the daemon fell first to its knees, then face-forward into the dirt.
- One by one the other three fell, all signs of life exhausted but for the mass of pulsating veins that continued to coil and uncoil on the ground before them, growing fatter with every pulse, rubbing slickly against each other as they approached their own apotheosis.
- The veins, now as thick around as the barrel chests of the daemons from which they sprang, burst in a cannonade of viscous fluid. The assembled horde drew back, but Kargon stepped forward, his breastplate now open, revealing a wet maw, from which pale tentacles flashed to taste the raining droplets.
- From the depths of Kargon’s chest uncoiled a single, thicker tentacle. Ignoring the dark rain that spattered his ornate armour, it drove itself into the pool of ichor at his feet, into the ground beneath as if searching for the core of the planet itself. Kargon stood rigidly as the tentacle pulsed once, twice, then withdrew, coiling back on itself, settling once again deep within the Seed-Bearer’s chest. The smaller tentacles that ringed Kargon’s maw licked hungrily along its length, cleaning away all traces of the ichor.
- ‘The ceremony iss complete. The sseed of Chaoss growsss here!’ Kargon announced, his armour sealed, his voice soft with satisfaction. Scoured clean of human life, Ilium was now the cradle for Chaos’ seed. In time, new life would grow: twisted, hideous, pliant to the will of Kargon’s masters – an infection waiting to spread.
- - Hell in a Bottle
So essentially, this Chaos Space Marine named Kargon has a daemonic maw on his chest from which tentacles protrude. He can use this in something called "The ritual of seeding", where he burrows his main tentacle into the ground, plunging until reaching the planet's core, and infecting it with the seed of Chaos. In time, this has an effect on the whole world, whose surface is reshaped in a chaotic manner.
This is easy enough to calculate.
The Calc[]
The distance from the Earth's surface to its core is 6,371 kilometers. We can use that as our distance.
Kargon's tentacle burrows into the core very quickly, and then retreats back to his maw just as fast from the description. The whole thing appears to have taken seconds.
So let us use 10 seconds as our High-End, 30 seconds as our Mid-End, and a full minute as our unrealistic Low-End.
6,371 kilometers / 60 seconds = 106183.333 m / s or Mach 309.572
6,371 kilometers / 30 seconds = 212366.667 m / s or Mach 619.144
6,371 kilometers / 10 seconds = 637100 m / s or Mach 1857.434
Very simple.
Final Tally[]
Chaos Space Marine Impregnates Planet with Tentacle:
Low-End: Mach 309.572
Mid-End: Mach 619.144
High-End: Mach 1857.434
... Problem?