Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 1 The Last Hope

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With the fall of the fortress world of Cadia and the opening of the Great Rift, an era has drawn its curtain.

The light of the Astronomican can no longer illuminate the entire empire as usual.

After the Eternal Night catastrophe ended, a scarlet rift divided the entire galaxy into two.

And as one of the few passages that can stably cross the Great Rift, the strategic significance of the Vigilante War Zone suddenly became extremely huge.

Because of this, the empire deployed a large number of troops to this area.

But it is a pity that such "welfare" did not come to the Frankish sector located next to the Vigilante - the shadow-covered universe (the dark side of the empire).

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Obscure Star Territory - Shadow Covered Cosmic Domain - Planet Frank No. [-] (half hive world)
The gray sky enveloped the entire Frank III.

Industrial waste has already completely destroyed the ecosystem of the entire Frank III.

As Karl expected, famine and war will soon completely destroy the only remaining order on the Frank III.

But fortunately, only Karl knows this information at present.

Due to the inter-galactic communication through psionic communication, the astronomical communication was completely disrupted by the creation of the Great Rift.

Except for Karl, the "traveler", no one on the entire Frank III knew exactly what happened.

Unfortunately, he didn't get any system.

Even he can't remember his past clearly.

At present, the only thing Karl can rely on is some ravings that flashed inexplicably in his mind.

Fortunately, it seemed that these ravings had no intention of hurting him.

Called raving, just because it's a little annoying?

Thinking of this, he shook his head violently, temporarily throwing the "noise" in his mind out of the playback queue.

Carefully pry open the half-decomposed wooden floor with a rusty iron bar.

Accompanied by the sound of "creak, creak", an iron box that had already been covered with dust appeared in front of Karl.

(Turn it on, turn it on.)
The moment he saw the iron box, the ravings that had been suppressed just now echoed in his ears again.

In fact, he knows a little bit about the Warhammer world.

If this box is opened, I will probably die.

Unfortunately, Carl has no other choice.

He knew very well that what he had to face next was not as simple as famine or war.

Compared with those real enemies, these are not even appetizers at the moment.

Anyway, both ends are dead, so it's better to give it a go.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath of the industrial waste gas mixed with putrefaction and dust.

Highly smashed the rusted iron rod in his hand to the same rusty lock.

"Boom"

With iron oxide splashing everywhere, the rusty iron rod finally completed its final mission.

At the same time, Carl's heart also reached his throat.

Hold the handle of the iron box that has become rough due to rust with both hands, and gently lift it up a gap.

Through the yellowing electric light behind him, he saw clearly the "treasure" in the box for the first time.

Fortunately, Carl did not lose the bet this time.

At least no demons and ghosts such as big demons were released.

But again, he didn't win the bet.

Nothing but a yellowed parchment book and 10000 Imperial Aquila coins.

Leaving aside the strange book, Carl focused most of his attention on the huge sum of money.

Although Frank III circulated its own currency, it also recognized the Empire's Aquila coins.

(Generally, barter is adopted between planets, including the tenth tax, which is also mainly paid in kind, but a small amount of Skyhawk coins still undertake small transactions and the role of the pricing unit-self-set-)

According to the official Frankish exchange rate, 1 Skyhawk coin: 1W francs.

This "huge sum" can be exchanged for more than 1 million francs.

Normally, this would be enough for him to quickly enter the upper class of the Frankish Empire and spend hundreds of years comfortably.

But unfortunately, Karl, who knew the situation, even felt that this amount of money was far from enough.

No matter how much wealth you have, in the eyes of the following Chaos army, you are nothing more than a head with golden teeth.

But as the saying goes, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

Although the 1W Skyhawk coins can't solve the problem of the Chaos army, at least it is definitely enough to solve his current dry stomach.

Even as long as he is willing to take another gamble.

1 million francs is also enough to hire a small cargo ship that is not afraid of death, and forcefully break into the subspace without the guidance of the Astro Torch.

(appears randomly in unknown locations throughout the galaxy)
But just like the importance of the Astronomical Torch for warp interstellar navigation.

Such a completely random voyage is basically no different from dying.

So unless it is absolutely necessary, Karl absolutely does not accept this method.

So after thinking for a while, he could only turn his gaze to the parchment next to him.

Carefully took the parchment out of the box, and placed it under the flickering electric light above his head.

The first thing Karl saw was a big icon of the Mechanic Order.

A huge gear with half skull and half mechanical head in the middle.

But soon, he discovered something was wrong.

The outer ring of this gear bears obvious signs of heresy.

Part of the original square gear icon has been smoothed out.

This makes the whole gear look quite similar to the blasphemous icons left by some believers of the Four Gods.

This sudden discovery shocked Carl who was about to flip through the parchment book.

Karl knew exactly what the four gods represented.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't even dare to meditate on the names of the four terrifying existences in his mind.

Even from the moment he crossed over to the present, he has been subconsciously implying that he should not take the initiative to think about those existences.

But it is a pity that there is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to prevent a thief.

It was just a momentary negligence that allowed Karl to experience the specialty of the Warhammer world for the first time.

This time, countless ravings in the true sense were directly poured into his mind by the unknown existence.

The endless illusion, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the peak of desire, and the land of plague and joy.

At this moment, Karl even began to miss the raving at the beginning.

Oh no, that thing can't even be called raving.

At best, he is a long-winded old man.

But all this meant nothing to Karl.

At this moment, nothing but endless fear remained in his mind.

The brainwashing images prepared for the space fighters are simply not something that a 3k ordinary person like Karl can bear.

The brain is buzzing.

The endless pain caused him to fall directly to the ground and form a ball.

Just when Carl felt that his brain, which was being held by his own hands, was about to explode, the original "sacred voice" echoed in Carl's brain again.

In an instant, all the crazy pictures and crazy babbling stopped abruptly.

Karl found himself back in that familiar icy hive.

(Turn it on, turn it on.)
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(End of this chapter)