Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 14
The disappearance of the sniper cast a lingering shadow over Karl's next trip.

Fortunately, Carl is not an ordinary person.

Looking at the body of the bomber who was smashed into pieces by the bolt gun, Karl silently stepped forward and picked up his pair of glasses.

Although the glasses themselves are broken and can no longer be used.

But who am I, Carl?

Repairing broken glasses is like shooting mosquitoes with anti-aircraft guns-overkill.

But unfortunately, the memory chip unit inside this pair of glasses was completely reimbursed, so Karl didn't take the opportunity to steal the other party's communication channel.

After all, Karl is just a person with rich knowledge, and he cannot create information that does not exist out of thin air.

But, Carl said that since I have this pair of glasses, baby, I am no longer afraid of sneak attacks from snipers who don't talk about martial arts.

Because the function of this pair of glasses is not only to see through thick fog and basic night vision functions, but also to detect infrared aiming light.

In this way, as soon as the sniper aims at Karl, he can immediately pass through the infrared rays aimed at by the opponent, lock the opponent's position, and then make countermeasures in line with the current situation.

But when Carl tried the new toy he repaired, a question popped up in his mind.

(Wait, glasses?)
He always felt that he had seen this pair of glasses before.

However, when Karl thought about the identity of Franco's former servant of the judge, most of this doubt was eliminated.

After all, this thing is not a rare commodity. It is not surprising that the judge has the same model, but Karl still keeps a cautious eye.

So he decided to test Franco a few times in the future.

After sorting out the equipment, he glanced at the timing device in his hand, and it was already 11:00 the next day.

Fortunately, after a loving breakfast in the morning, he is not very hungry now.

So after hastily stuffing a piece of bread left over from the morning into his mouth, he continued to search and move forward.

According to the map in his mind, he would be able to reach the previous operation hall by this afternoon at the latest.

The first half of the journey was nothing special.

With the night vision goggles, the entire passage no longer looks so intrusive.

The only thing that worries Karl is that there is a lot of methane in the air composition here.

This is not the corruption of Nurgle, but the long-term microbial reproduction in the sewage, and the gas naturally produced in the channel.

Overall, the gases weren't too dangerous, but he still had to be careful.

After all, if you encounter bombers here, it will definitely be a disaster, because the flames will devour all creatures in the entire passage.

It also means that he can't use the bolter here unless necessary.

So along the way, although he didn't have the trouble of insufficient light, he still walked cautiously.

But when Karl was halfway through the journey, the last thing he wanted to encounter happened.

On a section of steps that had long been corroded, Karl, the old driver, finally overturned his car.

Although Karl's footsteps were light enough at that time, the stairs still did not withstand the erosion of time and running water.

His foot was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

So Karl got good news and bad news.

The good news is that, thanks to Carl's great care, he didn't fall himself.

The bad news is that he watched with his own eyes the piece of metal that collapsed from the sky and hit a certain layer of metal ground heavily, making a "rumbling" echo in the not-so-spacious vertical shaft passage. .

And as if in response to him, roars soon spread throughout the vertical shaft.

As if stabbing a hornet's nest, a lot of roars and footsteps began to gradually hit Karl, the culprit.

At this time, he is neither retreating nor advancing.

He knew very well that if he retreated now, there would be absolutely not enough time left to do it again.

And letting him choose to go to the nest three days later is also an option he cannot accept.

Every night, every day, Carl's chances of survival plummet exponentially.

(Only one gamble, I am fearless!)
So he didn't choose to retreat conservatively first, but moved directly towards the source of the sound.

Soon, a large wave of corpses appeared in Karl's dark green vision.

At this time, Karl did not raise the bolt gun, because he knew that there was still relatively thick methane gas here.

Once fired with a bolt gun, I don't know whether it will be affected by the secondary explosion.

So he took out the bloodletting dagger hidden inside his combat uniform, held it in his right hand, and picked up a rusted steel pipe and held it in his left hand as a defensive weapon.

Taking a deep breath of the turbid and foul-smelling air in the shaft, he took a melee stance.

Fortunately, he deliberately chose a small mouth, here he only needs to face 2-3 walking corpses at the same time.

"Hiss, rustle, rustle."

There was an unknown roar from the mouth of the walking corpse.

The simultaneous roar of a group of walking corpses echoed in the empty shaft, which was very frightening.

And at the same time, this group of grey-yellow mummies had already walked in front of Karl.

At this time, although he was nervous, he was not too scared.

This kind of walking dead Karl has already dealt with it once.

As long as you do a good job of blocking, dodging and countering from time to time, these guys who simply fight for numbers are actually not much of a threat.

Before choosing to give it a go, Karl probably confirmed that the number of walking corpses in this wave was around 50 by virtue of the map in his mind, the source of the sound, and the volume.

In the case of favorable terrain, the only thing that limited his number of kills was physical strength.

After roughly estimating his current physical condition, Karl made a fairly optimistic estimate of the current situation.

As long as he stuck to the terrain and cleared the tide of corpses while retreating, he could still deal with the tide of corpses in front of him with his current physique.

He did what he said, and the moment the first walking corpse pounced on him, he slit his throat beautifully.

Seeing this walking corpse, it went limp in an instant.

At the same time, Karl skillfully blocked the second walking corpse with the iron pipe in his left hand, and took a small step back.

With this operation, he attacked the second walking corpse with a dagger, moving out of the fighting space.

In this way, after repeated blocking, killing, blocking, and killing operations.

After a battle of attrition, he has successfully disposed of more than 40 walking corpses.

At this time, he had already stepped back a certain distance along the spiral staircase.

If he had the time to look down at this time, he could find that the entire staircase was full of walking dead heads and yellow withered corpses lying around.

But just when he thought that the remaining ten walking corpses would be quickly ground to death by him, a white line suddenly appeared in his dark green night vision, pointing directly at his heart!
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(End of this chapter)