Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 173 The Perfect City in Dreams

Late at night, Carl was lying on the familiar office chair in the church.

In fact, he has rejected all government information, and the reason why he finally chose to bring Abadan here is because the believers around him are too enthusiastic.

Originally he wanted to go to Franco's house, but the road there was already blocked.

Carl has never seen such a battle.

He didn't expect that the Wind of Recovery that spread along the "Crystalline Matrix" could have such an effect.

Now almost half of the bottom nest, including the lower nest, has become his territory.

Here, he is the spokesman of the emperor, the savior of the entire hive.

He didn't even need to go out to look, just listening to the cheers coming from outside the door could keep him from falling asleep for a long time.

This is the first time he has experienced such a crazy belief.

He even suspected that if this belief were misguided or misinterpreted, it would surely cause an irreparable rebellion.

Turning his head to look to the side, Abadan was already snoring.

The gift "Holy Words" that Carl brought along was casually covered on his face.

Accompanied by one after another of snores, the slightly yellowed corners of the paper were turned over and over by Abadan's snoring.

That's the snoring caused by the uncoordinated muscles that Abadan hasn't adapted to this body yet.

Rubbing his forehead that felt uncomfortable because of something wrong outside, Carl tapped the button again to reject the communication request sent by the church chief Teska.

Now that you have made up your mind to upgrade the Wind of Recovery, you must not give up halfway.

He got up silently, and tiptoed to the corner of the office.

Carl has started =Daily check-in session=
"Praise the lord of all changes, sacrifice blood to the blood god, sacrifice the skull seat, for the joy of the princess, everything will rot, and all living beings will never perish."

Tzeentch's attention value +30%
Khorne fixation value +30%
Slaanesh's gaze value +30%
Nurgle's gaze value +30%
==Carl Attribute Table==
Seed of Hope Current Stage: Germination 1%
Power of Hope: 45231 (+2.26/day)
Tzeentch's gaze value: 60% (Level 2.5 Abyss of Wisdom)
Khorne's attention value: 60% (level 2.5 berserk power)
Slaanesh's gaze value: 60% (level 2.2 perfect luck)
Nurgle's attention value: 60% (Level 1.3 Wind of Recovery)
Skill: Mechanical Codex Knowledge Base 1/10
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The Wind of Recovery has reached level 1.3, which proves that there is no problem with his thinking.

As long as you can withstand all the pressure, everything will be fine after this holiday!
And the power of hope growth rate increased by 0.02/day, which also symbolizes that in addition to the upper nest and the spire, this hive city is "thriving" under the operation of the church.

As long as we continue to expand the production of those tablet terminals that support the Seed of Hope plan, Karl believes that the so-called =Wandering Frank III= plan is not a fantasy.

Thinking of this, Carl stretched heavily.

After nearly 24 hours on the road, he was indeed tired.

He tiptoed back to the familiar desk and looked at the familiar bread and water set meal that had been eaten on the table.

It was sent by Bogardo Ferdinand, who is now the assistant of the Church Master Tes.

Without any intention of tidying up, he directly closed the "Holy Words" on the table and neatly stacked it on the "Urshe Chronicle", and Karl was so sleepy that he fell asleep lying on the table.

However, just after he closed his eyes, a small off-white can quietly crawled out of the "Holy Words" and jumped directly into the "Urshe Chronicle" that was pressed below.

It seemed that they were sentries who came to explore the way. After confirming the safety, more and more small gray and white cans "joyfully" jumped into the thick pages of "The Chronicle of Urshe".

Gradually, the two books suddenly "combine into one".

Meanwhile, Karl doesn't seem to be sleeping peacefully.

In his dream, he came to a huge palace-like room, and all the furniture here was so huge.

It felt like the furniture wasn't for mortals, but for someone as big as a Primarch.

In short, walking in the resplendent palace, Karl felt that he was out of place here.

But what was even weirder was that there was no one here.

Such a strange dream made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But it was precisely because of this strange feeling that he did not dare to commit suicide to escape from the dream.

But fortunately, who is Carl?

Accompanied by him, he kept wandering through the enclosed gorgeous rooms, passing through corridors specially reserved for giants.

A magnificent map of the palace was gradually generated in Karl's mind.

According to the map, he speculated that this is only a certain floor of the palace.

Even after wandering around, he couldn't find any side windows.

As the map in his mind got bigger and bigger, he even suspected that he was lost in some circular dream.

But just when he was about to find another way, a soaring braid appeared in his vision.

"Abba?"

Looking at the familiar figure in the distance, Karl involuntarily sighed that he had such a deep impression of Abadan in the past two days, that he could even dream of it.

Abadan in the distance was motionless, as if he was standing at the door looking at something that shocked him.

Seeing this, Karl didn't hesitate, and walked over to pat Abba to see what was going on.

After all, something that can make Abadan stunned, even in a dream, is enough to make people laugh.

Walking through the huge plain wooden door, and turning his head to look in, Karl finally understood why Abbadan was stunned.

There are only three people in the room.

One of them, Cal knew, was the loyal version of Horus.

But the other two were a bit off.

An old man in a gray burqa was holding a plate and standing next to another seemingly ordinary middle-aged man.

And the middle-aged man was wearing an ordinary mason's overalls, laying the floor for this unfinished hall.

Everything is so harmonious, yet so weird.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was working, no one in the room dared to speak.

All this gave Carl an illusion that was both reasonable and weird.

"Who the hell is he? What is he doing?"

Looking at Horus who didn't even dare to take a breath, he seemed to have guessed something.

But what is he doing?
What did he want to tell Carl?
The audience was silent, only the sound of the busy middle-aged man laying the wooden floor.

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that He had finally finished the task at hand seriously.

He finally realized that there was a guest here.

The moment he turned his head to look at Karl, Karl noticed that his face shape was constantly changing.

=The Emperor looks different to different people=
Gradually, according to Carl's cognition, that blurred face gradually became clear.

He roughly saw the face of an ordinary middle-aged male.

Apart from being somewhat similar to his ordinary appearance before time travel, he couldn't find any distinctive features.

He speculated that this might be because, in his impression, it was the most common male shape.

But just before the final picture freezes, he makes a move.

"It will take some time, it hasn't fully recovered yet."

(???)

(Shouldn't the first sentence of meeting be greeting?)
Karl didn't understand at all what this sentence had to do with him.

But in the next second, a huge familiar suction began to pull his soul.

"No way, I'm on vacation every other day! You actually got a bug and made me work overtime!!!"

Obviously, that figure ignored Carl's complaints.

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(End of this chapter)