Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 193 The "reinforcement" who came late but arrived early

Although he couldn't directly see the battle between the two sides, Karl could easily deduce the cruelty of the battle above simply by relying on the aftermath from above.

At this moment, a question involving choice was placed before his eyes again.

Because the 6th-order final form can only last for 0.1 seconds.

Although during this period, the emperor can expand a field that is almost forbidden by time, so as to maximize the expansion of the actions he can make within 0.1 seconds.

But this kind of action always has a limit.

Ashamed to say, the biggest factor causing this limitation is Karl's not-so-reliable network cable.

Therefore, within a limited time, the power that the Emperor can use here is not infinite.

If these forces are used to break through the wall and attack, it will inevitably lose a small part of the chance of winning in the subsequent contest with the false emperor.

Obviously, compared with the sacrifice of a small number of death guards, ensuring the absolute death of the false emperor is obviously more important.

This was Karl's judgment, and it was also a decision he thought the Emperor would make.

At least when it comes to things that are prone to major problems, the emperor can always show a seemingly inhuman rationality.

However, Karl has no reason to stand up and criticize this behavior. After all, this is the most rational choice from any point of view.

Unless—Karl has seen through the essence of the network cable.

Or that so-called "network cable" is ready to be overclocked to death.

(Anyway, it will be "destroyed and recycled" in the end, so it is better to make the best use of it.)
If you have to maintain a so-called "health", then it is indeed the safest choice to sacrifice some of the soldiers of the 7th company at this moment and drag Aurene to arrive at full speed with Karl on her back.

But if Carl took the initiative to choose to bear some so-called "pain", then things would be different.

When it comes to bearing "pain", Carl laughs.

Angron is probably the only person left in the entire Warhammer universe who is more tolerant than him.

Every time you open or close your eyes, the price is huge.

The feeling of the soul being stripped from the body inch by inch is enough to drive any ordinary person into complete madness.

Even the Astartes were paralyzed by the pain.

This is also one of the reasons why the emperor gave him trials.

If it weren't for the previous struggle in the sewage treatment equipment channel;

If it weren't for the garden of thorns that Caleb Allin walked through;

If it weren't for the pain of stripping the soul again and again and the whispering baptism of the four gods.

At this moment, he would not take the initiative to make such a seemingly crazy choice in "holiday".

"Put me down."

Facing Karl's instructions, Aurelia didn't hesitate at all.

The explosion sound from above her head clearly reminded her of the abnormal situation above.

Having seen that strange figure hidden behind the wall of flesh and blood with her own eyes, she knows exactly what level of existence it is.

Even just a glance made her feel the corruption and terrifying power contained in it.

But even so, she wasn't too worried.

She had also seen another power, a terrifying power emanating from the seemingly mortal body before her eyes.

What kind of strength is needed to penetrate various rock formations nearly 100 meters thick in one blow, and accurately open a passage to the retreating train?

That is an existence beyond Aurelia's cognition.

Fortunately, this time, the existence that transcends everything is on the same side as her.

After quickly putting Karl down from her back, she consciously began to back away.

Everything should have ended normally like this, and the employment contract of this temporary encounter will also come to an end here.

But at this moment, the scene at the train entrance suddenly appeared in Aurelia's mind.

= Shall we meet again? =
= Yes, but I'm not the Carl Vicar you know. =
That was the conversation between Carl and Kalia before getting out of the car to say goodbye.

As usual, curiosity is an absolute no-no for a professionally trained assassin.

What's even more coincidental is that Aurelia herself is not a true member of the Assassin family in the traditional sense.

It was her original goal to obtain the biological life extension knowledge she wanted to make up for those "regrets".

After all, she originally came from a certain Faithful Academy on a planet called Frank III.

And the reason why she joined the Assassin Court has not changed from the beginning to the end.

=You are part of the organization, maintain your ruthlessness, you will become a dagger in the shadows=
=No, absolute ruthlessness will only lead to extremes, don’t forget your original purpose for wanting this knowledge=
The former was Malcador's last message to her before departure.

The latter is the note that that great existence personally left for her.

But now, looking at Carl who was standing in the middle of the aisle with three books in his arms, the desire for knowledge emerged again.

But she also knew that now was definitely not the time.

At least she understands the simplest priorities.

"Shall we meet again?"

Thousands of words were finally simplified into one sentence. She had laughed at the childish and meaningless inquiry in her heart before.

"Well, it should be."

In fact, when answering this question, Carl was a little unsure.

Because he doesn't know the relationship between 30k status and 40k status.

Even if he can confirm that it is indeed the same soul residing in the body, but what makes up a person is not just a simple "origin".

Just as it is often said that education starts from a baby, a complete person cannot do without those "experiences".

Even if it is the same soul, can it still be regarded as the same existence under the premise of having different experiences?
There has never been an accepted answer to this kind of philosophical question.

Therefore, Karl only gave a perfunctory answer to Aurelia's question.

Obviously, this perfunctory answer does not have any comforting effect at all.

Even through the "camouflage" carefully designed by the Assassin Court, he could see the disappointment in Aurelia's eyes.

But Karl also knows that now is not the time to think about these things.

"Level 6 final form!"

The last 1 points of power of hope are pushed onto the gambling table, and all plots and tricks will be terminated with absolute power.

And the moment he turned on the "Emperor Trusteeship Mode", Karl himself relaxed.

Isn't it just a little uncomfortable, if you don't bear it, it's over.

Feeling the majestic power that can almost reach level 6.5, he stepped on the ground and rushed straight to the direction where the "false emperor" was above.

However, it is worth mentioning that in such a field where time is almost static, breaking walls can be regarded as a unique experience.

Like in space, everything shrouded seems so bulky.

This is what is called "inertia".

Accelerating an object to an extreme speed in a short period of time requires a large amount of energy to support it.

Although it has the magical blessing of subspace, this stagnant field similar to space still makes Karl feel a little curious.

The main reason is that when he broke through the rock formation last time, he was captured and watched the new perfect city with "Teska".

Before killing a group of people, the Holy City Guard did not have this kind of "big scene" breaking through the thick building layers.

Watching the "Hollywood blockbuster" with full special effects in front of him, Carl even relieved a lot of the overloaded pain.

However, this reduction does not count as an improvement in the situation.

Because of that kind of burden, the "network cable traffic burden" borne by Carl Vika's body has not been reduced at all.

He has even met this body, the future that disintegrates and dissipates.

At this rate of decay, this body named Carl Vika can last for 7 days at most.

But this is enough, as long as Lorgar and his party are packed with peace of mind, the next thing has nothing to do with him.

No matter what kind of twists and turns happened in the middle, "Holy Words" (collection) will be handed over to him at M42 on time.

That is an "unchangeable fact" that has been observed.

And in order to obtain the medium to bear the price of "stealing the soul", he must eliminate the false emperor here, so as to use the aftermath of the domain to control the corruption network in the entire perfect city.

Only by using this ready-made network can he bear the "price" that he barely shared after embezzling most of the corrupted swamp on the Devon satellite.

Holding three "Holy Words" in one hand and a long sword burning with golden flames in the other, he finally stood in front of the so-called false emperor.

It was a mass of rotting flesh, and it seemed that the opponent also had some kind of "domain", so this false emperor could still move freely in the stagnant domain in his final form.

Slowly remove a sharp claw made of distorted flesh and broken limbs from the neck of veteran sergeant Andus Hakur.

As if sensing the emperor's arrival, the false emperor greeted with the vocal organ hidden under the deformed sarcoid: "Are you trying to stop my ceremony?"

Facing this kind of mentally handicapped question, Karl in the Emperor's acting state did not give him any answer.

The familiar golden long sword swung out again, with the power enough to make any subspace creature tremble, and slashed straight at the false emperor hiding in the center of the black blood.

But obviously, the false emperor on his own "turf" would not just let it go.

Unlike 001.M31, the counterfeit in the 63-19 campaign.

The false emperor this time is a real high-level existence in the subspace, even if the gods regard him as an "abandoned son", it doesn't matter.

He also has his own persistence—the dream of becoming the Lord of Darkness.

In the next moment, the golden long sword and another long sword grown from rotting flesh collided with each other.

In an instant, a burnt smell of barbecue smeared Carl's face.

As the "power bank" of the emperor's power leveling, Karl at the moment expressed his innocence.

But as the saying goes, if there are too many lice, it doesn't itch, so this kind of little nausea is just a matter of sprinkling water.

But because his whole body was hurt by the overflowing excess energy, in order to divert his attention, Karl looked at the surrounding situation through the peripheral vision of his perspective.

A huge crater had already been blasted at the main entrance of the passage.

He knew that it was the inevitable result of the Vindicator siege tank firing in such a small space.

Even in a sense, this kind of behavior would be strictly prohibited unless it was an emergency.

Not to mention whether the aftermath of the explosion would induce a second collapse, the air waves rushing around in the narrow passage alone are enough to take an ordinary person to death on the spot.

However, judging from the state of the pseudo-emperor who was fighting the emperor for swords, this level of attack did not seem to be able to shake the barrier built by the strange power of the subspace.

But this is also normal. After all, fighting a false emperor is tantamount to fighting an entire corrupted perfect city.

Under the dilution of such a huge volume, even a full blow that is as strong as the defender's siege tank is futile.

And during the time when Karl was deserting, the two sides had several sword fights.

At this level, the so-called skills can only keep the two sides from falling into a disadvantage.

The two sides in the competition, more competition is pure energy collision.

Obviously, the emperor with "tens of thousands of years" of experience is superior in the use of subspace energy.

Even though he can only exert less than half of the energy level of the false emperor due to Karl's restriction, he can still firmly suppress the attack of the false emperor.

Every time the swords of the two sides clashed, it would leave several golden flame marks that could not be healed on the subspace tempered long sword made of carrion by the false emperor.

Even if the granulation around the long sword in the false emperor's hand desperately tried to "heal" this injury, it would not help.

But at the same time, although it didn't show on his face, all the pressure from the side of the emperor who was "squeezed to the extreme" now came to Karl.

That huge energy flow almost tore his consciousness into pieces.

Facing this situation subconsciously, Karl wanted to find an anchor point.

It's a pity that what he has to face this time is not corruption.

Referring to past experience, there is no effect on the violent flushing of this energy.

That is not a kind of "lost", but a complete "annihilation".

What was even more painful was that he wanted to gnash his teeth subconsciously, but found that he couldn't control anything.

Besides, even if he could forcibly regain control, he would not dare to make a fool of himself at this juncture.

(Damn it, you're cheating me so much that I have to pay more when I go back!)

(Didn't you choose this yourself?)
(Ah...it seems quite reasonable.)
Contrary to Karl's expectations, the Emperor made an exception and directly answered his complaint once.

But this also made Carl's appeal awkward.

It seems that this overclocking request was really made by him.

As the saying goes, a certain chant is a moment of pleasure, and the crematorium is repaid.

The big words that I let out, I have to grit my teeth and work hard in the end.

However, the above are not the emperor's random complaints.

On the contrary, the turning of this thought relieved a bit of Carl's pain.

Thinking and rationality are the best medicines against chaos.

And just when Karl's thoughts turned around, he, who was in the emperor's power leveling state, had successfully pierced the golden sword in his hand into the heart of the false emperor.

"No, no, no, you can't get what I can't get!"

With both hands weakly grasping the golden long sword pierced into his chest, the pseudo-emperor let out a final roar.

A series of terrifying subspace ripples spread towards the surroundings.

The entire Perfect City is like an atomic bomb that is preparing to complete fission at this moment, and it may become the next scary eye at any time.

But at this moment, Karl, who was possessed by the emperor, smiled sarcastically.

"Although I don't want to get it, they won't agree."

After the words fell, a familiar force returned to the false emperor.

The "divine power" that he once possessed.

But just when he thought that his begging had been answered by the four gods, a cold prophecy was thrown out.

"Greedy desire has blinded your eyes, Split Eternal—Duke, that's not your plan."

"No, that's what you promised me!!!"

"You believe my promise?"

In the next second, the false emperor's body disintegrated into scorched black fragments all over the place.

But where did the gathered subspace power go?

This was the first question Carl had just recovered from the severe pain.

Looking up along the flow of the power of the subspace, a huge crack was torn open from the junction of the stars and the perfect city.

And in the center of the crack, there seems to be a fleet slowly moving out.

That was the Fidelitas Lex and the 47th Expeditionary Fleet.

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