Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 194 Lorgar's "Shame" Kneeling

Time began to flow again around "Arrears Due" with the realm.

And if you want to talk about shock, it must be Jia Luo who is in the center of the vortex, and Andus Hakur, a veteran sergeant of the 7th Company of the Death Guard, who was held around his neck by his claws in the last moment.

Death was once in front of his eyes, and it could be a terrifying existence that could tear the front of the Vindicator siege tank, the composite armor with a thickness of nearly 1m.

Those think tanks accompanying the army didn't even dare to launch any attacks on him.

They have never seen such a terrifying mass of "subspace energy entities".

But at the very moment, the situation has undergone a drastic change far beyond Andus Hakur's ability to react.

In just a few frames, he vaguely captured a figure.

The sharp sword burning with golden flames silently spoke of his identity.

(But, doesn’t the imperial truth say that there is no god?)

Before Andus Hakur's brain could react, the huge explosion shock wave knocked him out fiercely.

Fortunately, it seems that the other party has consciously controlled the influence on the surroundings.

At least Andus Hakkur wasn't hurt too badly except for his body aches.

Shaking his stunned head, Andus Hakur took off the deformed helmet that had been dropped on his head.

Unlike what he expected, he didn't smell the smell of corruption that he imagined.

It was an elegant and divine fragrance.

Obviously, the initiator of all this is more aware of the "analogs" of these tastes.

These fragrances contain a subtle illusion-making ingredient, which is one of the props used by the false emperor for camouflage.

It's just that these camouflages are now ruthlessly torn apart by the true master who arrived 1 years later.

But in a sense, this scent is more familiar to Karl.

In essence, this fragrance is no different from the sachets he smelled on 63-19.

Considering this point in time, the 36-63 campaign took place almost 19 years later.

So it's hard to say whether it's a coincidence, or whether Tzeentch thought this method of concealment was easy to use and borrowed it together.

And as Carl gradually regained control of his body.

A trace of the pain that had been submerged in the subspace energy vortex before was finally successfully transmitted to his brain after his thoughts recovered.

The golden long sword in his hand had long since disappeared, and what was left after the madness was only a body that was already in dilapidated condition.

If one had to find an appropriate metaphor, Malcador, who had just stepped down from the Golden Throne, should be in the same state as Carl Vicar's body at the moment.

This is the price of carrying too much psionic energy.

Fortunately, this time Karl was not asked to provide huge spiritual power like Malcador, he just took on the role of a "network cable" connecting the past and the future.

Otherwise, it would not be as simple as a mere physical collapse.

Squeezing a wry smile with difficulty, he was no longer interested in complaining about this so-called "holiday".

Holding the three stacked "Holy Words" again, he turned his attention to Captain Galo, who was still in a state of "brain failure".

"Take me to Lorgar."

After speaking, Carl raised his legs and prepared to walk towards the entrance of the core area that was already covered with scratches.

Because he knew that the small transport ship that sent the defender siege tank must not have had time to go far.

The tingling sensation under his feet became more and more intense, which was the scar left by the false emperor's last counterattack.

In a sense, the false emperor succeeded.

The last stab of the false emperor successfully accelerated the decline of this body that was already on the verge of collapse.

The False Emperor managed to shorten the lifespan of Karl Vicar's body to 6 hours.

It's a pity that in terms of strategy, the false emperor is still missing.

These little tricks have long been included in the plan by the emperor, guiding the energy of the false emperor's rampage, and the emperor successfully opened a temporary subspace fast channel.

In this way, Karl Vika's body doesn't need to last that long after the explosion.

As long as the "price" of burning the soul is dealt with, Karl has completed the task.

So it doesn't matter whether it's 7 days later or 6 hours later.

So in fact, the saddest thing is Duke who is called by the emperor—the split immortal.

(Wait, does the name sound so familiar?)
A bad thought suddenly came to Carl's mind.

It seems that the background of one of his "old enemies" in M42 is not as simple as it is written in the records of the Tongxinhui.

But that's all for the aftermath, and now another looming problem is placed in front of him.

(Damn, this foot hurts so much!)
Perhaps the pain of being pierced in the foot was not so obvious because the pain of the energy flow had not subsided.

But when time started to flow, things changed a little bit.

While simply enduring pain is not a difficult task, Carl is not a masochist if he had an alternative.

An analogy is that when gout is severe, you have to run 1000 meters.

It was a scene of hell.

It's the kind that hurts just thinking about it.

So after taking two steps with his ankle intentionally sprained, Carl "fainted" and lay on the ground waiting for his stretcher to be transported.

What a joke, if he directly called for a stretcher, the high-end style he had managed to create with the help of the Emperor's hand would be lost in an instant.

How could he enjoy Lorgar's "kneeling of shame" if he was forced to reveal his secrets?
Besides, even if he did fall, no instrument would be able to find out that he was faking it.

After all, it is not too much for a "dying person" with only 6 hours of life left to faint suddenly, right?

"awsl"

Close your eyes and kick your legs.

Carl started to play badly on the spot.

But he can't simply be bad, although he believes in the dynamic vision of Astartes.

Even if you can't see the battle that happened almost instantaneously, at least there is no problem in catching a few key frames in the battle.

While pretending to be almost fainting, he pretended to be unconscious and murmured: "Take me to see Lorgar, take me..."

And this operation obviously created a lot of problems for the already bewildered Company Commander Jia Luo, enough to cause his brain to freeze.

What's going on, what's going on, who is this?

But even so, as the commander of the 7th company of the Death Guard, he couldn't show any loss.

He is the backbone of the entire 7th company, and it is his job to deal with these problems.

From the few pictures he captured just now, he already had some guesses about the identity of the person in front of him.

But it was the result of that guess that made him feel unbelievable.

But just like the creed that the death guards have been emphasizing internally.

He didn't think it was a form of witchcraft.

As stated in Imperial Truth, there is no such thing as witchcraft.

These supernatural phenomena are nothing more than some unexplained phenomena.

Therefore, although this situation is extremely contrary to the so-called imperial truth, because he saw the "shadow of the emperor" in Karl, he temporarily chose to believe in the emperor's envoy who could be said to have saved their lives.

But this leads to a new question - where is he going to find Lorgar?

According to the data displayed on the simple treatment device handed over by veteran sergeant Andus Hakur, the person lying in front of him at the moment is actually no different from a corpse.

Blood oxygen saturation 40%
Shocked, why does a corpse have such a strong combat power.

= Could it be that the more marinated, the stronger the combat power? =
However, judging from the three "Holy Words" still tightly clutched in front of his chest in the hands of the corpse, it seemed that he still had unfinished tasks.

Therefore, Jia Luo finally decided to do his best to obey the fate once.

"Call, call, this is 7th company commander Nathaniel Gallo, do we have any information about the 47th Expeditionary Fleet?"

But the next second, listening to the reply from the other party, he froze in place.

The entire 47th Expeditionary Fleet, including the Word Bearers' flagship Law of Faith, had just bypassed the Mandeville Point through the warp rift and directly arrived at the sky above the Perfect City 1 minute ago.

And Guilliman, who is in charge of guarding the Word Bearers in the Perfect City, is regrouping his troops and preparing to go to the outskirts of the Perfect City to talk to all the Word Bearers who are airborne to talk about the so-called "emperor's will".

At the same time, Captain Galo, who had reported the situation, also received a new order.

=Take the so-called "emissary of the emperor, and go to the place where the two sides have the final negotiation together with Mortarion =
After hearing Mortarion's final order, Captain Galo's hanging heart was finally relieved.

At least one thing he can be sure of is that the self-propelled nuclear bomb that just exploded is a friendly army.

Moreover, it seems that what the Emperor's Envoy said was not a near-death lie.

So since what he said was not arrogant words, then this order from the emperor must be fulfilled with his life.

"Andus Hakur, go get a stretcher."

Facing Galo's order, Andus Hakur did not hesitate.

As mentioned earlier, the Death Guard are trained as a "whole".

Any order can be perfectly executed without any compromise in battle.

There is no questioning of orders, only obedience to orders.

As for whether this order is correct, that is something that should be considered after the battle is over.

Soon, within 10 minutes, a Thunderhawk landed on a platform where they had set off before.

Lying on a fairly comfortable stretcher, listening to the familiar roar of engines around him, Karl knew it was safe.

With Lorgar's temperament, seeing how his hometown was turned into this, he wouldn't be called Lorgar if he didn't come down and argue with these "blasphemy" brothers.

Even Karl has no doubts that if Guilliman can't come up with the so-called "Emperor's Order", it is not impossible for the two legions to start a film here.

Faith is such a magical thing.

Spreading consciousness along the entire corrupt network, Karl has a panoramic view of the situation in the entire Perfect City.

This corrupt network is basically the same as the previous Plague Swamp, and can share the "price" required to burn the soul to a certain extent.

And this also made Karl realize that this so-called final form seems to be a clever fusion of the blessings of the four gods.

The stillness of the abyss of wisdom;
The might of violent power;
A coincidence of perfect luck;
The realm of the winds of recovery.

Only in this way can it explain why the final form possessed by the emperor can have such crushing combat power.

Time passed slowly in a tense atmosphere.

In addition to the frenzied running of the surrounding engines, Karl also heard the sound of the reverse thrust engines of the surrounding airdrop pods.

More and more fighters began to gather in this place through various channels.

And in the process, Karl was not idle.

As a result of taking over the entire network of corruption in Perfect City, he possesses a temporary "god"-like ability.

Most of the resistance was cut short when Carl stepped in.

All remaining believers began to be sorted and packed by him.

All those who could be rescued were driven out of Perfect City by him through various channels.

But those who are completely hopeless can only wait to be reduced to ruins together with this corrupt city.

Fortunately, 6 hours is indeed enough, and it will take a while for the entire Word Bearers to be airdropped.

So just like that, time passed in the boring evacuation.

For the Ultramarines and the Death Guard, dealing with these civilians is not their task.

As long as they complete the destruction of the perfect city and eliminate the weird existence entrenched in the center, their mission is complete.

Therefore, for these evacuated believers, they did not take any measures, but simply warned them not to approach the main building of the perfect city.

Finally, at the end of the fifth hour, all the actors are in the places they should be.

"Damn it, you don't even know what you did!"

It was Lorgar's roar.

In fact, when he recovered from the initial shock, his eyes were full of doubt and anger.

He originally thought that this would be a misunderstanding. If there really was something "rebellious" in his perfect city as in the report, he would naturally clean it up with his own hands.

This is his home world, the home world of the Word Bearers.

Even if there is a problem, it is not the turn of others to deal with it.

Besides, he didn't believe the nonsense in the report at all.

But it was his belief in the Emperor that made him powerless to refute the secret order in Guilliman's hand.

= Immediately destroy the perfect city, there is no need for religious superstition under the imperial truth =
At this moment, Lorgar's faith is suffering.

What a torment it is to be denied by the gods you believe in.

(No, that's not possible!)

This is a reason that cannot be accepted by Lorgar, because once he accepts this fact, it is tantamount to denying everything he has done so far.

On several warships in the sky, lights representing destruction lit up.

The patience of Lorgar and the Word Bearers reached a certain spiritual point as the first bomb fell into the once-magnificent sculpture complex in the distance.

Their faces are distorted, their hearts are collapsing, and their beliefs are being shaken.

"That's a lie, the gods exist."

A strange voice full of treachery suddenly floated into Lorgar's ears.

Subconsciously, he made a gesture of drawing his weapon towards those "former brothers" in the distance.

But in the next second, a vast force of psionic energy erupted.

Even Lorgar, who was as strong as the Primarch, could only kneel on one knee under this strange force beyond his cognition.

Looking around, all the Word Bearers fell to their knees in front of the perfect city that was being destroyed.

"This effect is no better than kneeling in front of the ruins."

That was Carl's evaluation of Tzeentch's changes while huddling on a stretcher and pretending to be dead.

But now, it's Carl's turn to do the work.

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(End of this chapter)