Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 118 Dark Night War 8 - (Carl Line 4)

After punching the bloody sun savagely, Karl looked at the treasure house key in his hand.

This cross-validation key with an antique design is very extraordinary at first glance.

At least the things kept by this key are not so simple.

Of course, what Karl wants is not the key, but the location of the treasure house.

Anyway, so far, Carl has never encountered a door he can't open.

But he also knows that now is not the time to open the treasure house.

Turning his head, he saw Xue Richang who was "turning into a demon" in the distance.

At this moment, Xue Richang had strange colored light bands jumping under the faint blue skin all over his body.

At the same time, Xue Richang's body is also rapidly evolving towards a real high-level demon.

Circles of escaping bands of light changed everything around Xue Richang.

The black blood spewed out on the ground before the blood day grew gradually crystallized in the process of its transformation.

At this moment, the entire narrow retro-style room is rapidly transforming into the "blue ice crystal fortress".

At the same time, the Book of Fate in the center of the room automatically flew onto Xue Richang's back.

Among the newly grown demon wings, several deep "rhizomes" grew from the depths of the page and ruthlessly inserted into Xue Richang's back.

Afterwards, the entire Canon of Destiny "grown" on Xue Richang's back in such a strange way.

Karl is very familiar with this package. After all, as Karl who has taken a "Tzeentch Demon Temporary Experience Card", he still has a say in the matter of transformation.

Seeing this, Karl ran away without looking back.

In fact, this time also happens to be the most vulnerable time of the blood day.

But this time was different. For Karl at this time, it didn't seem like a good idea to run up to intercept the "Blessing of Tzeentch" that Huxue Richang was receiving.

He just needs to stay here for a long time.

Time is on Carl's side this time.

So he didn't have to risk himself.

This is the power of "team".

At this moment, Karl finally gave the real answer to Petronilla's question.

"Obviously there are better plans, why do you insist on taking such a risk?
Speed ​​and robustness are often incompatible.

At least Karl asked himself that he couldn't do both.

But if you can't do it by yourself, it doesn't mean you can't do it with a group of people.

And this time, it was these "partners" who assisted Karl in his battle in a unique way where he could not see.

This will be a victory for everyone.

After running to a suitable distance, Carl took advantage of the gap between the transformation of the blood day, and began to arrange the small toys in his bag one by one in advance.

What high-explosive landmines, flash bomb traps, and temporary smoke generators are indispensable.

And after Karl quickly laid out all the equipment in the entire backpack, Xue Richang also completed his transformation at this time.

Looking at such a slow transformation process, Karl knew that this was simply a "trap" dug for himself by Tzeentch.

What was placed in front of Karl at this moment was not a high-level demon, but a quasi-big demon.

And if he absorbs so many Tzeentch's "blessings" at one time, then even Karl will probably experience the same "out of control" as last time.

This is the huge pit that Tzeentch prepared for Karl.

Just imagine if he still needs clones to deal with the corruption above the hive at this moment, then forcibly snatching these "blessings" from Tzeentch becomes his only way out.

But just like the essence of fate, when the once "destined" future is observed, everything begins to change irreversibly like a butterfly effect.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the Emperor "strictly forbids" him from prying into his past.

Just as Karl was thinking about the impermanence of fate, the quasi-big demon in the distance spoke.

"Why, why refuse the Lord's blessing, you know you have no choice."

Facing the quasi-big devil's questioning, Karl breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking a deep breath, he said sarcastically, "Didn't you expect this scene in your book of destiny?"

Facing Karl's soul question, Xue Richang was stunned.

Oh no, at this time it should be called --- the Prophet.

The "Blood Day Long" who absorbed an excessive amount of Tzeentch's blessing is actually dead at this moment.

And it was the bloody sacrifice that made it possible for Tzeentch to endow the "walking dead" quasi-big demon in front of Karl with energy.

This is the sorrow of a chess piece, who thinks he has seen through fate, but is actually just a doll of "fate".

When Tzeentch is tired of the annoying "blessing" of Blood Day, is it strange to throw away an outdated and worthless "toy"?

Facing Karl's soul question, the "Book of Destiny" on the prophet's back was flipping rapidly.

It seems that such "efforts" can find a certain "record" to refute Carl's remarks.

When the myths of "being sure", "being firmly believed", and "being worshiped as gods" were broken, the remaining "residual body in the world" only had infinite madness.

The prophet cannot comprehend what is in front of him.

This is unreasonable, this is not in the Canon of Destiny, this situation should not and cannot happen.

So amidst the faster and faster turning of the pages, the Prophet fell into madness.

This is a "chain error outbreak" caused by "logic inconsistency".

When more and more misinformation was fed into the Prophet's head, it finally fell apart.

In that primitive and violent roar, the two sharp claws of the prophet fiercely scratched towards his back.

It seems that in the eyes of the prophet at this moment, as long as he can remove the "Book of Destiny" from his back, he can temporarily relieve his pain.

Yes, for seekers of knowledge, the unknown is a pain.

But at the same time, for knowledge seekers, it is a greater pain to overthrow everything they know in an instant.

"That's not in the Fate Ceremony!"

Waving its sharp claws, the Prophet frantically used its newly grown claws to grab the Canon of Destiny on its back.

Just like the prophet's already crazy and confused brain at this moment, a large number of paper fragments flew wantonly in the wind.

At this moment, the originally smooth blue skin on the prophet's back was already bloody and bloody from the sharp claws.

Standing silently in the distance, Carl watched everything that was happening with cold eyes.

How crazy, and how ironic.

The madness he saw was, in essence, the "struggle" of the last trace of residual consciousness in the bloody day.

And Karl knew that when this madness really stopped, it was the moment when he faced the big devil alone.

But this time is different.

It is far easier to deal with a lunatic who has lost his mind than a smart and cautious quasi-big devil who will even take the initiative to escape.

And it seems to be responding to Carl's speculation.

After ruthlessly tearing off the "Broken Canon of Destiny" from his back, the Prophet stared at Karl with a pair of scarlet blood eyes.

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(End of this chapter)