Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 110 The Familiar Melody

Looking at the building that is gradually disintegrating and falling towards him, if you say that Karl is not afraid at all, it must be a lie.

It's a weird feeling, like you go on a roller coaster.

You know full well you won't fall, but you're still terrified in the process.

But just like the passengers who have been tied to the roller coaster, it is too late for Karl to refund the ticket at this moment.

"What kind of luck do you call that!"

Accompanied by Karl's last complaint, the brick, which was tens of meters thick, was slammed down hard.

For a moment, he felt his hands crossed above his head being slapped hard by an irresistible force.

But this kind of unstoppability does not mean that his hands can't stop it, but that the ground under Karl's feet can't stop it.

Along with losing the focus on the soles of his feet, he was slapped hard into the ground.

Of course, it is not appropriate to say that it is the land, after all, there is no real land in the hive capital.

So in fact he was photographed in the ground floor pipeline in the A-2 area.

Carl, who was photographed just now, was dizzy all over.

Back pain, back pain, leg cramps, and numb hands.

It can be said that he was severely taught by this perfect luck.

But is it really that simple?

Lying in the small space, Karl gradually calmed down after the initial discomfort.

The map that had been dusted in Carl's mind for a long time was pulled out by him again.

(It turns out that there is a pipeline under me.)
At this moment, Karl is not very good at complaining about this perfect luck.

It was true that he was hit hard, but this force was just at the level that the 2.3-level berserk force could just catch.

Even in a sense, this time it was more like giving him courage in advance.

By moving his body, Karl made room for his right hand to exert force.

With a punch, a passage appeared in front of his eyes.

But at this moment, he was stunned.

There are some tiny blue nuclei-like objects all over the surface of the passage.

And this kind of crystal Carl has seen before, in the city of strings; on the pole; on the throne of the rabbit devil.

It was these ubiquitous tiny sources of corruption that completely "occupied" the entire String City in a short period of time.

At this moment, more than 10 immature crystal nuclei are placed in front of Karl.

At this moment, he understood what perfect luck meant.

Perhaps power outages and collapses are the camouflage that Chaos puts on the surface, and these crystal nuclei that are about to mature are the killer of Chaos.

Only this kind of large-scale corruption artifact can make Chaos believers put all their eggs in one basket regardless of the risk of being liquidated afterwards.

Looking at the "growing" blue crystal nuclei in front of him, Karl seemed to understand the whole process of the fall of String City.

Time was running out, so he directly punched these crystal nuclei.

After all, Karl, who has a 2.3-level berserk power bonus, is already quite terrifying with his unarmed power.

If his punch doesn't work, he may have to wait for some high-tech weapons to come out later.

But to his surprise, although these crystal nuclei looked hard, they were actually as crisp as biscuits.

With just one punch, he easily shattered a crystal nucleus.

But soon he realized something was wrong.

This punch did not completely eliminate these sources of corruption, but instead scattered the crystal nuclei that were still visible into the air ahead of time.

However, it was the crystal nucleus dust floating in the air that allowed Karl to see the essence of this corruption.

The vehicle of this corruption is a sound, or music, beyond the reach of ordinary human perception.

Generally speaking, this kind of singing is inaudible to normal people unless it is down-frequency with an instrument.

Coincidentally, he happened to have a badge in his pocket right now.

Singer Badge (The wearer will be able to understand the mysteries of the melody.)
Looking at the sterling silver badge in his hand, which was intertwined with rows of musical notes like a bird's nest, Karl slowly brought it to his ear.

And at the moment when he heard the content of the so-called singing, Carl shivered.

That voice he had heard before, where the journey had begun.

Singing, music?
No.

Karl prefers to call it -- raving.

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

This is a truly indiscriminate corruption.

Fortunately, Karl has been practicing for a long time and is completely immune to such little tricks.

After all, his daily routine is to chat with Sishen all day long, and immunity will naturally develop after chatting.

But that only represented Carl.

He knew how terrifying and unsolvable this kind of corruption was.

In front of that box, if the Emperor hadn't personally stepped down to help, Karl probably wouldn't have had so many moths behind him.

And this kind of corruption that even Karl can't resist, let alone those ordinary people.

He even wondered if he would end up mixing with a group of thieves against Chaos.

After all, in a sense - base thieves can also be "loyal".

Of course, this is somewhat self-defeating.

If the problem cannot be solved, it will be fine if the person who created the problem can't be solved.

Regarding the raving in his ears, although Carl could hear the singer trying to imitate the tone of the four gods.

But after all, it still lacks a little taste.

And as long as the four gods don't die, then there is still room for maneuver.

Sighing silently, Karl said silently in his mouth: "Uncle Tzeentch, you should slap yourself in the face again."

Mention the taboo, Tzeentch's attention value +10%, current attention value 100%
Abyss of Wisdom of Level 2!
Yes, anyway, you can't escape a "skinning trip", so it's better to do it all at once.

The threads of fate converged again, and this time Karl was looking for the only way out.

Between fiction and reality, Tzeentch's punch was real this time.

Is it the black hand who cut off the energy?

Or a hive that is about to collapse?
Or is it the singing that came from the chaos?

In one picture after another, he saw many unexpected pictures.

"The corruptors roaring in the dark are wantonly carrying out bloody sacrifices."

"Claws collide with fists of steel."

"Two singers sing to each other on a grand stage."

The nodes of fate gradually became clear in Carl's mind.

At this moment, he discovered the delicacy and complexity of this set of chain meters.

(Wait, elaborate and complex schemes?)
The truth was finally revealed slowly.

In the intertwined thread of fate, Karl has locked the culprit of this incident.

With a sneer, Karl sneered slightly at the final frame: "Since you like to play with fate so much, then this time I will let you completely defeat the fate that plays tricks on people's hearts."

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(End of this chapter)