Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 153 Bald Showdown (5000-word chapter from Carl's perspective)
From the perspective of the swamp, Karl locked on the figures of Erebus and his party from the moment they entered the Glory of Terra.

Erebus was assigned the task of leading his squad of Word Bearers around the back.

This is used to stop Tamba who may escape.

Of course, Karl also knew that it was impossible for Tamba to escape.

Rather than calling it Tamba, that thing might as well be called a temporary Chaos God's Chosen.

In the bridge full of corruption, Tamba will complete the first blow to Horus.

But so what?
Half of Horus' soul has long been hidden in the Chronicle of Urshe.

Fortunately, what the four gods want is not Horus himself.

What they want is the title of Warmaster Horus.

Therefore, it doesn't matter to them whether it is a parallel import or an original genuine product that finally stands on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

Anyway, the power that the emperor once stole from them will not run away with the soul.

Looking at the neat row of "carrion warriors" in front of him, Karl felt that he seemed to be becoming more and more heretical recently.

Of course, these carrion warriors in rotten armor matched his appearance very well at this moment.

"Demon, rotting corpse, or the whole succubus next time?"

Of course, the complaints stop here.

The trap of evil and blasphemy has been laid, and the next step is to compare who is more "loyal" with the bald head full of scriptures.

Without any verbal communication, the rows of carrion warriors in front of Karl scattered into the surrounding passages one after another.

With the help of the network derived from the Corrupt Swamp, Karl is controlling these units that belong to it as if playing a game.

Unimolecular chain saw axes, large-caliber shotguns that can barely be lifted by a few carrion corpses, and various mine-mixing traps.

Anyway, in order to give Erebus a little color, this time Karl can be said to be doing everything he can.

Of course, these weapons all have a characteristic.

They will not kill Erebus directly.

It's not that Karl doesn't want to, but that the four gods "forbid".

Because Erebus is still useful to them.

At least he can't die until the Horus Heresy is complete.

If Karl tried to kill him in a flash, the four gods would also do it without martial ethics.

It would not end well then.

But then again, "can't be killed" doesn't mean "can't be beaten".

Carl, who has "many years" of machine soul correction experience, said this-Erebus, you must be so skinny because you were beaten less when you were young.

He looked at the chain saw ax in his hand.

The unimolecular chainsaw line is shining coldly,

"It's waaagh to think about sticking this thing hard on the ass of the marinated egg."

Of course, then again, marinated eggs are not so easy to deal with.

He's more or less a well-known head pastor.

And at this moment, there are a full 20 Word Bearers Astartes beside the marinated egg.

Although it is not impossible to be tough, after all, there is a "perpetual motion machine" behind Carl at this moment, which is constantly digging the corner of his loving father.

But in order to leave Erebus with a "childhood shadow" that cannot be erased even in M42.

It is necessary to create an environment for him to fight alone.

With the help of several carrion corpses around, he put on the sun-shaped void armor with the "jump backpack" added.

After the carrion corpses finished their performances, he would wear this thing himself and give the marinated egg a "justice from heaven".

Press a temporary button next to it.

After amplifying the communication signal several times with the help of the swamp, a special code was sent to the central control thinker array of the Odysseus class (combat transport ship).

Immediately, several torpedoes began to be moved to the docking point of a certain cargo warehouse by several transporters and servants who suddenly started.

While launching the torpedo, Karl was not idle.

Grit your teeth and stomp your feet.

100000 points of power of hope were returned to the emperor in an instant.

Tier 3 violent power activated!
It's just that this time it doesn't seem to be the same as before.

With the plague swamp under his feet as a connection, he found that this majestic power can still be lent to those carrion corpses.

This Coke is big.

Looking at those rotting corpses that were just cannon fodder, a brand new idea appeared in Carl's mind.

(It seems that doing the whole activity in this way can make Erebus's memory last forever!)
So in the next second, he remotely controlled those rotting corpses, and dismantled all the buried mines and the like.

After all, what little shock can compare to watching a group of nearly "invulnerable" carrion corpses approaching step by step with a chainsaw and axe?
After simply rehearsing the scene in his mind, Karl made up his mind.

That's what he wanted.

Even if Erebus can't be killed this time, it doesn't matter.

He didn't believe that Sishen was willing to protect this disgusting thing forever.

As long as Erebus' "value" is less than what it takes to protect him.

Then Karl believed that was the time of Erebus' death.

Thinking of this, he has already walked to the rear of Terra Glory.

Feeling the power of subspace surging in the bridge above his head, he knew that the Warmaster might have been hit by the sword at this moment.

But that doesn't matter.

Press the switch of the chain saw ax in your hand, accompanied by a familiar buzzing sound.

A rhythmic vibration passed along the handle of the ax to his hand.

At this moment, at the corner of the passage ahead.

The remaining six Word Bearers Astartes are still struggling to die.

These rotting corpses, which were originally only used to hold them back, became extremely terrifying under the blessing of the range of violent power.

The extremely fast movement speed allowed the carrion corpses, who were short in stature compared to the Astartes, to hide in the chaotic passages.

Like agile rats, with chain axes in their mouths, they ran on all fours towards the last position of the Word Bearers.

A burst of explosive bombs exploded beside them, setting off brilliant blood flowers.

But this level of attack is completely unable to cause any substantial damage to these carrion corpses.

The corrupt ground in this area has long been controlled by Karl.

The enemies they thought they had eliminated were nothing more than superficial targets.

With Bonaparte, who is crying like a toe-stepped fart at this time, for Karl, these rotting corpses are unlimited.

Those corpses lying in front of the position, with various cut marks and scratches on the gray armor, are the best teaching materials.

But if it's just that the bolt gun can't cause effective damage, that's all.

The Chaos Psionics they were proud of had no effect on these carrion corpses.

These taboo witchcrafts, which are enough to kill another unsuspecting Astartes, have basic physical effects on these rotting corpses, and even have a trace of suspicion of being an enemy.

This is so weird.

The scene before them even made the Word Bearers question their own beliefs.

"Aren't we allies?"

Obviously, the rotting corpse does not want to and will not answer such mentally handicapped questions.

The sound of the chainsaw whistled, and soon the last of the six Word Bearers who had survived remained.

All around him were rotting corpses wielding chainaxes.

The armor on his body has already been covered with various cutting marks.

Those damaged parts are sparking under the corrosion of the green slime that sizzles.

At his feet are teammates who have just fallen.

At this moment, he has fallen into a desperate situation.

But just when he was completely desperate, there was a sound of metal footsteps in the distance.

And at this moment, it seemed that he had received some kind of order.

Those carrion corpses who had been eyeing it all backed away one after another.

Looking at the Word Bearer in front of him, who had completely lost his combat effectiveness, Karl was not in a hurry to kill him.

"Answer me, why did you choose to fall?"

It was a deafening question.

"Ahem, hypocritical and weak human beings, doesn't your power come from your own will?"

Hearing this, Karl understood the core of the problem.

The pursuit of these Word Bearers has changed now.

Or rather, after kneeling for so long in the ruins of that perfect city, everything changed.

The wildest beliefs, when broken, unleash the wildest beasts.

For this fanatic of the Four Gods, the brainwashing of the wind of recovery is ineffective.

Even if it is something that a senior member of the One Heart Society can resist, it is useless in the face of these Word Bearers who are completely loyal to the Four Gods.

Fortunately, there is another trick in the world called fighting poison with poison.

Slowly take off the helmet on the head.

A braised egg head that was far more "holy" than Lorgar was displayed in front of the Word Bearer.

"Tell me, have you ever seen someone more holy than me?"

Looking at the colorful corned egg head for a moment, the Word Bearer was speechless for a moment.

It was his familiar breath.

And it's still 4 at a time.

Even Luo Jia has never received this honor.

And coupled with those rotting corpses with terrifying strength, it was difficult for him to refute the question from the person in front of him.

It is known that the Primarch has some sort of warp-spiritual connection to his genetic offspring.

With this connection, the Gene Children, the Astartes, will almost unconditionally "favor" their Primarch.

But this time, facing Karl with the five-color light above his head.

Prahl hesitated.

Although I can't believe why the Four Gods would bless a "mortal".

But that living example was right in front of his eyes right now.

The moment he showed hesitation, Carl continued to add: "It's just a small thing to rest assured, just hand these two letters to Angel Tai and Kahn respectively."

After speaking, Carl forced a pill into Plar's mouth.

And Praal, who was strangled by the chain saw axe, had no choice.

His courage to die for the honor of mankind has been eroded by the blasphemous scriptures he chanted all day long.

What's even more tragic is that even if a pawn like him dies, he won't be resurrected like those demons.

He doesn't deserve it.

Reluctantly, he could only forcefully swallow the pill mixed with the blood in his mouth.

"This is a cursed pill. If you can't deliver these two letters, your fate will be ten thousand times worse than theirs." Carl pointed to the corpses lying beside Prahr and continued, "To The chain saw ax in my hand won't leave you with a whole body, trust me."

After deliberately pressing the switch of the chain saw axe, it made a buzzing sound.

Carl led a group of carrion corpses to chase deep into the passage.

He didn't care whether the letter would be delivered, anyway, it was just an inadvertent embarrassment to Sishen.

This kind of small movements can be done easily, why not do it?

Feeling the real heat wave coming from the tunnel, Karl, who deliberately gave Erebus a little time to escape, moved.

From far to near, the first thing that appeared in front of Karl's eyes were two carbonized carrion corpses that had been roasted.

Yes, although it can be completely "immune" to the corruption in the attack of Erebus through the way of sharing the damage in the swamp.

But in general, those physical attacks that were originally only "special effects" were damage that rotting corpses were not immune to.

This time, Calkai's violent power was diluted by many carrion corpses.

In this way, although a bunch of thugs were recruited, there was a lack of real masters among them.

Fortunately, he didn't intend to engage in any fair duel.

Are you kidding me, who can gang up against you?

Just judging from the power of this blow to extinguish the lightning, it is still a bit annoying.

After all, this is the great power drawn from the Eye of Fear.

Of course, if Karl wasn't there and ate more than half of the power sent by the four gods, the corrupted lightning would obviously be even more terrifying.

The twisted metal that solidified again after melting and the burnt smell in the air all reminded Karl of the terrifying power of that blow just now.

And at the end of the passage, he saw Erebus who was struggling to climb towards the exit of the passage with a "broken leg".

The "drumbeat" that made Erebus fall into a nightmare when he heard it sounded again.

There is no turning back.

Erebus is desperate at this moment.

He firmly believed that the Four Gods would not abandon him at this juncture.

The attack that borrowed some of the power of the Four Gods just now is the best proof.

Although it was a little less powerful than he expected, he looked at the burning and fallen carrion.

Erebus still breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a long trail of blood, and he was using his staff as a crutch.

Little by little, he sent his body towards the exit.

At this moment, his right leg has completely lost feeling.

Fortunately, there is an exit not far ahead.

The Stormbird that had been hidden earlier was already there waiting for him.

Just hold on for half a minute.

But soon, he felt something was wrong.

This time the footsteps on the ground were no longer the footsteps of rotting corpses, but more like the sound of metal feet hitting the ground.

This time, Rao Erebus couldn't bear it anymore.

At least he has to take a look to see if his plan has been exposed.

If it was exposed, who would have guessed it, and whether it should be killed to silence it.

But when he finally stopped and turned his head to look back.

He was stunned.

It was a marinated egg head with colorful halos flowing on its surface.

He doesn't understand.

He could recognize four of them as blessings from the Four Gods.

That was the best form he could dream of attaining.

But others can't see it, can't Erebus, who plays with psychic power all day long, not see it?

Under the four-color halo, there is also a looming golden.

(Damn it, that's the Emperor's breath!)

But at the same time, more doubts appeared in his mind.

(The emperor has this strength?)

But just when Erebus was about to ask, what was the purpose of the weird auxiliary army in the sun-shaped void armor in the distance.

Carl moved.

With his right foot on the ground, he slammed himself like a cannonball towards Erebus in the distance.

At this moment, the third level of berserk power has been gathered in his body again.

This is an unprecedented powerful force of tyranny.

Even the "purification" that the Emperor can do cannot completely remove the impurities contained in it.

Accompanied by the whistling wind, before Erebus had time to react.

The power ax slashed hard at the back of Erebus.

The chainsaw howled.

It has withstood enormous forces far exceeding design standards.

With the help of gravity, Karl, who jumped high, left a deep wound on the back of Erebus with the chain saw ax in his hand.

It was the sound of metal rubbing against a chainsaw.

It was the sound of muscles and chainsaws tearing at each other.

After a mass of flesh and blood flew everywhere, Erebus' huge body finally fell down.

Like Horus, who has already received several swords in his body at this moment, no one can defeat the Lord of the Corrupted Swamp in the Corrupted Swamp.

All the damage will be in vain under the endless "sharing".

Those ignorant challengers will pay perhaps their lives.

Through those muscle groups torn apart by violence.

He could even vaguely see two hearts beating wildly.

It was the second heart implanted in the Astartes' second surgery.

This organ can guarantee that the owner will not die immediately if the main heart is broken

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground in front of him, whose life and death were unknown.

Carl actually wanted to make up for it again.

But the giant deep purple eye on the top of his head seemed to remind him that the ax would cause an irreversible disaster.

Sighing silently, Karl had to pretend to turn around and leave, allowing several Word Bearers who came from inside the Stormbird to carry Erebus, who was seriously injured and dying, onto the Stormbird.

But is this the end?

Apparently not yet.

The moment the Stormbird was about to take off, Karl activated the jetpack behind him.

Due to the chaos at the scene, most of the Word Bearers' energies were attracted to Erebus, who was inexplicably seriously injured and dying.

So the moment Karl took off, the weapon on the Stormbird didn't respond.

And when Erebus struggled to call out the danger, it was already too late.

The ax that was stained with his blood was accurately thrown into the left engine of the Stormbird by Karl.

In the next second, there was the tearing sound of metal colliding.

The entire Stormbird plummeted into the distance with thick smoke.

And above the intended crash site of the Stormbird.

Several torpedoes with destructive power dragged bright yellow flames, cutting through the thick yellow mist like sharp swords and falling from the sky.

"Dong dong dong."

It was several rhythmic explosions.

Ironically, Erebus in the center was the last to be engulfed in flames.

And that means that the familiar "dong dong dong" rhythm will become a nightmare that he will never forget.

This is Karl's ultimate goal.

Looking at the flashing blue light in the distance, he knew that Erebus was taken away.

Even tomorrow he can appear "intact" on the Vengeful Spirit and continue to bewitch the entire Sons of Horus.

But so what?
The seeds of fear have been planted.

That will become a nightmare that Erebus will never be able to avoid in his life.

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(End of this chapter)