Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 180 The Underground Maintenance Workers

Going around in the complicated streets, Karl finally found the entrance of the so-called "underground world" in a certain corner.

It may be because this is not an intersection for crowds, but just a temporary passage for maintenance workers.

So this channel is extremely narrow and crowded.

Looking at the passage in front of him, he had the illusion of dreaming back to the hive capital.

Of course, he also knew that, in fact, the ghostly figure he was familiar with was under the passage.

He glanced back, and after confirming that no one was following him, he groped slowly down the slightly gloomy staircase passage.

Fortunately, it seems to provide simple lighting for maintenance workers.

There is a bright yellow electric light at intervals on both sides of the passage.

Although these electric lights flickered rhythmically as the train approached and departed, at least he could rely on these flickering lights to ensure that he would not step on the ground.

There was a thick scent of sesame oil floating in the air. He guessed that it was probably the aftertaste of burning incense for many years.

This smell seems to be similar to what he smelled in Isstvan III, the palace of the City of Strings.

It does not contain pious beliefs, but contains an aftertaste of decayed metal.

In a trance, those familiar ravings seemed to ring in his ears.

He is too familiar with this.

Whether it was on Isstvan III or Frank III, he had experienced this corrupt network.

These corruption networks can imperceptibly and permanently corrupt everyone within their working range through some kind of crystal.

But to Karl's perplexity, he didn't find those tiny crystals this time.

In fact, if he really used that kind of crystal to build a corrupt network, he should have discovered it the moment he landed.

In that open field, he even had the illusion that he was a "god".

But after thinking about it afterwards, he discovered that the so-called final form had an extremely fatal flaw.

Excessive immersion in the sense of "god" will gradually lose the so-called humanity.

This is just the result of the manipulation of the Emperor's double.

If Karl is simply allowed to drive by himself, it is estimated that it will become a pure "law machine" before 0.01 second.

Fortunately, this damage is not permanent damage.

As long as the intensity and time of use are controlled according to different "psychological qualities", it may be possible to recover after raising one.

Anyway, Karl's understanding is similar to the previous one.

Perhaps it wasn't that the emperor didn't let him use these powers, but that he himself couldn't bear it at the moment.

This is a restriction, but also a protection.

Going all the way down the spiral staircase, after walking tens of meters underground, a fairly empty hall appeared in front of him.

This appears to be a formerly abandoned station.

However, it is wrong to say that it is discarded.

After all, it seems that this place has become a temporary gathering place for maintenance workers for the time being.

Looking around for a week, the maintenance workers here are not at all devout like the group of "believers" above.

It seems that this is a rest area similar to the "bar" in Carl's previous life cognition.

Except for a small group of people who were praying for the blessing of the God of Myriad Machines in front of a mechanical altar, most of the maintenance workers in yellow overalls were just casually sitting on armchairs.

However, just as Carl was hiding in the corner to spy on the situation, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps going down the stairs behind him.

(Oops.)
This backstab was something he had never expected.

After all, before he came down, he didn't know that the traffic here was not as small as he imagined.

To make matters worse, he was still wearing purple church attire at the moment.

But so what, it's not just a matter of biting the bullet.

He must find out the source of those ravings, and even if he really wants to "rob prison", he must prepare himself a way out in advance.

This is not the spire anymore, even if he still has the power of hope to open the final form, he can't find a building where he can jump.

Hearing the footsteps behind him getting closer, he could only bite the bullet and walk out of the passage.

Sure enough, the next second after his appearance.

Several eyes with different intentions swept across him.

After biting the bullet and finding a seat to sit down, he began to look around with these gazes.

It's a pity that he couldn't find the control panels he needed most after looking around.

Although it is not impossible to directly dig the corner of the wall and then pull it out for external control.

At least that move was in Frank No. [-]'s bottom nest, and he used it a lot.

But now things have changed a little.

There is still a difference of billions of points between digging a wall by yourself secretly and digging a wall in front of a maintenance worker.

And soon, it seemed that he couldn't stand the outlier Carl.

The administrator in charge of this area——Aurelia walked towards the strange creature who had suddenly sneaked in.

Because the other party was wearing a construction mask and wearing heavy protective clothing.

So apart from a few yellow hairs that were exposed here and there, Carl couldn't find any signs.

But purely from the name on the badge hanging in front of her, he speculated that it was a woman.

Or at least, she used to be a woman.

But this name, he always felt as if he had heard it there before.

But no matter how he speculated, the merciless mechanical voice in the other party's mouth didn't take care of any of his extra thoughts.

"Thief or stowaway?"

Facing Aurelia's merciless questioning, Karl had no choice but to continue answering according to her wishes.

However, this time he did not answer with his mouth.

Sometimes half a stack of Skyhawk coins is more effective than any other words.

Slightly retracting the hand holding the Skyhawk coin, Karl cleverly avoided the right hand that Aurée Ni stretched forward.

"Take me to the control room, and then this will be yours."

Facts have proved that whether it is the "retired" servant of the judge or the head of the maintenance workers.

None of them seemed to have any resistance to the Emperor's coin.

This is also a rare similarity, a rare similarity with the earth that Karl is familiar with.

It's a pity that this similarity did not develop in a good direction.

It seemed that she was a little puzzled by Carl's behavior. After thinking for a moment, Aurelia deliberately lowered her voice and bargained: "Give 1/4 first, otherwise I don't mind reporting one more accident today."

Hearing Aurelia's counter-offer, Karl felt amused.

What a joke, who was the victim of that accident.

Anyway, Karl felt that he must not be.

Fortunately, he also knew that the money was of no use to him.

These gadgets that can neither be taken away nor exchanged for power of hope are spent as they are spent.

It's just that he felt more and more sights around him, so he added: "It's not impossible, but should we talk in another place?"

Then he regretted it.

I said you are fine, why are you dragging me to the women's locker room?
But soon he was relieved, because compared to the men's locker room next door, it was the only room that could be locked.

But on the way, he saw several maintenance workers who seemed to be in charge of maintaining order in front of the locker room, forcibly tying a "delirious lunatic" to a stretcher and carrying him away.

What is even more puzzling is that the people around seem to have long been accustomed to this kind of madness.

It seemed that they cared more about the half stack of Skyhawk coins that Karl took out than that lunatic.

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(End of this chapter)