Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 188 Mama, look, it’s raining canned food
Shaking his dizzy head, Carl knew that his "network cable" was overloaded just now.

The current state of confusion is the best explanation.

Rubbing his sore forehead, and smoothing the hem of his robe by the way, he finally regained that stick-like look.

Pushing open the door of the rest cabin, a group of people outside were already waiting for him.

Seeing Karl appear, the group of people immediately put on a respectful and formal attitude.

It's not that this attitude is bad, it's just that Karl feels a bit of alienation brought about by respect.

But he didn't mind too much, after all, anyone who was stunned to see the emperor descending from the body seemed to have only this attitude.

"Did He leave any reminders for me?"

Obviously, Carl felt that the group of people in front of him might have a more convenient answer than thinking about it by himself.

It's a pity that when he looked around confidently, no one came out to answer his words.

In the end, Karl had no choice but to set his sights on the three "Holy Words" held by Kai Liya and two other believers.

"Can you lend me a look?"

Pointing to the few "Holy Words", Karl issued a borrowing request.

After all, apart from the train's escape route, the three Holy Words were the only breakthrough.

However, to his surprise, Kai Liya, who was holding the "Holy Words", did not immediately hand over the book in her hand.

"You're not Carl Vicar, are you?"

With one sentence, Kargan was silent.

It was a question he had never thought about.

It seems that every time I come here, I will randomly replace a "unlucky guy", and after leaving, that unlucky guy will "evaporate".

In a sense, it is the necessary purification of the so-called "network cable" after carrying the unknown content.

But whether this kind of "purification" and replacement is unfair to the unlucky one who was selected.

At least based on the current information in Carl's hands, he couldn't find a reasonable explanation for this situation.

But there is still a problem here, if it is really purely random, why can he draw a "substitute" that looks exactly like M42's self every time?
Seeing Carl fell silent, Kelia seemed to understand the answer to that question.

Silently handing the "Holy Words" in her hand to Carl, she didn't continue to struggle.

After all, in a sense, it can become a medium for the emperor to possess, and Karl Vicar, as a devout believer, can probably be regarded as a peace of mind.

Seeing that Kelia no longer struggled with this issue, Karl couldn't say anything more.

A lie needs countless lies to fill.

The most urgent task now is to find out why the emperor wants to reverse the direction of the train.

After all, if the ultimate task is to pack up most of the Word Bearers with these Books of Words, there is clearly no benefit in running to the corrupt core of the Perfect City.

Carefully looking at the three "Holy Words" in different formats in his hand, he stared at them for a long time but didn't see any tricks.

These three books come from different manuscripts.

Although the general content is not too different, they are all praises to the emperor, but after careful comparison, it seems that there is indeed a lot of information hidden in it.

If you make a "union" of the three books, that is, combine all the content that you have and I don't have into the same book, it will become the ultimate version of "Holy Words" on Karl M42's bedside

This basically confirms Carl's speculation about the ultimate role of the book.

In addition, for the final form before, it also includes the so-called "domain" characteristic of the wind of recovery.

The direction of everything seems to have become obvious.

In the center of that perfect city, there is an existence like the swamp on the Devon satellite.

And the next thing Karl has to do is - I see me, I conquer.

But that is easier said than done.

Tzeentch ran away, but the false emperor and his guards did not.

At this moment, Karl only has the last sixth-order final form left in his hand.

This means that he has to rely on the group of half-baked believers around him, and add at most one assassin to sneak into the core of the perfect city.

In general, there is no difference between this plan and death.

Not to mention the huge area in the center of the perfect city, the innumerable holy city guards in it can drown everyone with a single mouthful of saliva.

Thinking of this, Carl couldn't hold back anymore.

What kind of evil plan is this? At least we have to wait until tomorrow when the Death Guard and Ultramarines arrive and disarm the defenders, right?

But just when Carl turned around to change the direction of the train, a sharp and piercing siren rang through the entire Perfect City.

Even if he was in the underground, the piercing alarm still penetrated the thick rock formation and pierced into Karl's brain.

(What the hell, the standard speed of the Queen of Glory has become faster?)
Yes, he has seen the report on the desk of the governor of the city, Teska, and he knows very well that the fastest and fastest two fleets will arrive in the early hours of tomorrow.

With both hands, he quickly tapped on the thinker array terminal that came with the train, and soon several monitoring screens were dropped by him.

From the monitoring of the remote orbit glowing green, he saw two Glorious Queen-class warships.

At this moment, with the assistance of the surrounding subsidiary fleet, these two behemoths are slowly anchoring their orbits above the perfect city.

(I'm a bitch, why is the Perseverance bigger than Macragge's Glory?)

(Then what kind of monster is the atomic energy symbol on the hull extension?)

Rows of big question marks immediately filled Carl's little brain.

But upon closer inspection, this transformation seems to make a little sense.

After cutting several STCs in his mind on the standard template of the Perseverance, he discovered the truth of the matter.

Good guy, Mortarion hired a stitch monster as a technical advisor?
Karl can deduce that these modules can indeed greatly increase the speed of the Queen of Glory class in physical space.

This is a reasonable explanation, why the death guards will arrive earlier than the intelligence reasoning.

But there is another problem here.

Those STCs that are only barely collected in the Mechanical Canon, where did Mortarion go to dig out the grave?

He searched through the "official history" in his mind, but he couldn't find any clues.

964. Mortarion in M30 has these things?

Reminiscent of the previous "one of the fans of the ascending magic version of the gas tank", Carl was completely confused.

What the hell, what's going on, what should I do?

Obviously, the only option is to bite the bullet and "attack" the core area of ​​Perfect City.

On the other side, after the basic anchoring was completed, countless airdrop pods slammed towards the core area of ​​the perfect city like rain.

Although the light of the stars has not yet risen above the perfect city, it is obviously no problem to shine on those vast fleets in synchronous orbit.

Meteors representing judgment pierced the peaceful night sky.

They represent purification and destruction.

Without any persuasion, death will come to every irredeemable with fairness.

At least in the core area of ​​the most corrupt perfect city, there will be no mercy.

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(End of this chapter)