Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 198
Although he was still a little anxious, Carl, who knew the true meaning of playing badly, did not react as Bogado expected.

"Okay, I already know."

Afterwards, Karl waved his hand to signal Bogado to leave.

It seems that he is very puzzled by Carl's behavior. After all, in Bogado's impression, Carl is not such a "lazy" person.

So while withdrawing respectfully, he still asked a question.

"So what should we do now?"

(What to do, salad!)
According to Carl's current situation, the more urgent it is, the more ineffective it will be.

Calmly biting the black brick in his hand, he calmly said, "I have my own way."

Of course, this is just an external claim.

As for whether there is no way, Karl said that the enemy doesn't even know there is a fart way.

Hearing this, Bogado had no choice but to close the door silently, and turned around to greet the church staff on the side to prepare for the restart of the train.

But Bogado can be dismissed like this, and the Abba egg next to him is not so easy to dismiss.

Although he didn't say it directly, Carl could tell from Abadan's erratic eyes that he was thinking about the meaning of the conversation just now.

Obviously this time is different from when he taught Skaven a lesson.

Karl really had extra considerations in it that time.

But this time it was purely ordinary, and the intention of fishing was very simple.

Therefore, no matter how Abadan thinks, he will definitely not be able to guess the real answer behind it.

However, Karl did not intend to directly announce the so-called answer, after all, it is also a good choice to exercise the brain of Abbadan on the boring road.

He even had an idea that in the future, the entire headquarters on the battlefield would be left to Abbadan to do it for him.

He was sitting in the back of the town, drinking coke and eating popcorn and watching a show.

That kind of scene, just thinking about it, makes me feel comfortable.

Dude, this is not being lazy, this is raising the level of the wind of recovery, okay?

It is true that he is blatantly fishing with pay.

Thinking of this, Carl even sent a wry smile.

Touch a hammer, he is not allowed to touch the emperor.

Don't you see that he was arrested and taken away for "tourism" on the first night of fishing.

At this moment, he was even a little grateful for his loving father's unique way of leveling up. If it wasn't for this, he should be killing monsters in a new hive city by now.

007 don't want that kind of thing!
Leaning on the soft back cushion of the box, temporarily putting aside those troubles that disturb people's thoughts, he wants to devote himself to this "vacation".

Looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, time seems to start to fast forward in this kind of relaxation.

Across the narrow bottom nest and the lower nest connection slope;
Passing through the stations and industrial areas that Karl felt familiar with, the special train he took finally arrived at the junction of the lower nest and the upper nest after a 5-day long journey.

==Carl Attribute Table==
Seed of Hope Current Stage: Germination 1%
Power of Hope: 132282 (+2.36/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 1.6 Wind of Recovery)
Skill: Mechanical Codex Knowledge Base 1/10
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Because it is still under the joint control of the local noble knights of the Hive Capital and the PDF (Planetary Defense Force).

For some reason, perhaps the upper nest and the spire have already partly fallen into the hands of Chaos;
Perhaps the corruption crystal network has not yet been deployed here;

Perhaps Chaos has other plans for these nobles on the nest and on the spire;

Anyway, as far as the result is concerned, the entire upper nest is still in a certain "sub-healthy state of operation."

However, compared with before the Dark Night War, there are still great changes here.

The heavily armed PDF and a small group of noble knights belonging to the nobles in the B-13 hive capital have completely controlled the situation here.

From the bullet holes left on the walls of the surrounding buildings and the tense eyes of the soldiers, Karl could see the tension as if he was facing an enemy.

It is completely different from the impression of the intersection of wealth and wealth where crowds gather on weekdays. At this moment, this place looks so desolate.

"Civilians who don't have a nest ID card are prohibited from approaching the checkpoint."

A stern warning was issued from the loudspeaker at the top of the checkpoint. With those shining muzzles, no civilian would dare to provoke such a regular army.

Of course, a bigger part of the reason for this is that they have no reason to provoke.

Although the black bricks issued by the church are still not fully in place at this moment, it is calculated based on the food stock in the lower nest and the bottom nest at this moment.

If there is no corruption and hidden secrets to drive up prices, it is actually not a problem to save some food and manage it for two or three months.

Coincidentally, a group of devout believers gathered under the management of the church met all the conditions listed above.

Therefore, under the deliberate control of the church, the expected chaos did not appear at the junction of the upper nest and the lower nest.

It's just that the crisis handling capabilities of the hive capital's ruling class really made Karl feel ashamed.

In other words, the so-called rescue is simply a joke.

Except for sending people down to pick up those "important people" who were trapped in the dark, the entire upper nest was sealed off by itself.

Obviously, this is all the so-called aristocrats' plan to slow down the troops in the hive capital.

If Carl came back more than ten days later, it is estimated that they would have packed up their belongings and were ready to run away.

(I don't know where Teska and the other mouse leader are.)
Throwing these insignificant questions out of his mind, he walked towards the distant checkpoint with the Abba egg, who looked similar to O'Green.

In fact, he was not worried about passing this level.

Mechanicism and Tribunal, just moving out one of them, is enough to deter those little guys at the door.

If it doesn't work, Abbadan and the crusaders ambushing in the distance are not vegetarians either.

Those complex semi-abandoned buildings, while blocking part of the threat from the next nest, also blocked the sight of the group of PDFs huddled in the turtle shell.

In those corners where the searchlights couldn't reach, thousands of crusaders had already been waiting in full force under the command of Chief of Staff Rabbit.

And Karl himself said that I lost the defiant stance that those fire sticks in your hands can break the rosary.

Of course, violence is always a last resort.

The group of PDFs who are responsible for guarding the gate will be dead or alive in the end, depending on their own performance.

It was a compound mechanical hydraulic gate.

Judging from the model, the thickness of its surface is as high as several meters.

As the height and width need to be compatible with the huge transportation volume of various tracks, it has reached a terrifying level of nearly [-] meters wide and more than ten meters high.

Although it sounded like this was the case in front of those giant spaceships, when Karl really walked to the edge of it, he discovered that the group of nobles actually still had two brushes.

It is actually not easy to storm here.

The buildings closer to the gate were demolished by temporary blasting, so any enemy who wants to approach the gate must first pass through a slightly open death zone.

On such occasions, even the common army of pox-pox walking corpses may be beaten to pieces.

Of course, emptiness is not completely unsolvable for attackers.

The problem of suppressing firepower and laying smoke bombs is easily solved.

But obviously before that, several rounds of firepower demining will be needed.

Otherwise, the hidden mines buried by the roadside are likely to become the new killer.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see why there is only a small opening in the originally spacious passage.

Obviously, in the ground on both sides of the fence, there must be a lot of gadgets that are going to kill the attackers.

Even under the long-deactivated railroad tracks in the distance, this kind of thing is indispensable.

As the saying goes, never underestimate the extreme behavior that a group of nobles who are not short of money can do when their lives are threatened.

Of course, the biggest problem with these things is that when Karl needs to use these railways in the future, he must first clear the mines before they can be used normally.

As for the candidate in charge of demining, Karl already had a choice in mind.

As the saying goes, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, and mine clearance requires people who lay mines.

Presumably those nobles who cherish life will definitely show their patience and care in the process of mine clearance.

Thinking of this, Karl and Abadan have already entered the alert range of each other.

This time, due to special circumstances, Karl left the train and the accompanying church personnel far away.

After all, he intended to come here for a "vacation", and he had to wait until the Wind of Recovery was upgraded to level 2 before talking about fighting and killing.

"Stop, put your IDs on your chest!"

Facing the sudden inquiry, Karl saw a trace of confusion in the eyes of Abbadan next to him.

After all, although he can understand the current situation, a PDF yelling at an Astartes captain to hand over his credentials is a bit beyond his comprehension for the time being.

Fortunately, after some rational thinking, calmness returned to Abadan's face again.

That's all he has to accept from now on—he's only human, too.

If they continue to hold that superior attitude, what they will welcome will only lead to rejection and alienation.

This point, Aba Dan, who is comfortable with another version of the history of the empire, has a deep understanding of this.

Only by sincerely accepting this can he become a truly good leader.

The story of the Son of Horus is not over yet, and he has to wash away the shame that the Legion once suffered.

Looking at Abadan's gradually changing eyes, Karl understood his growth.

He silently took out the two identity cards that he bought from Teska, who was still the boss of the gang, "a long time ago".

After sizing it up, he handed one of them to Abbadan next to him.

After receiving a grateful look, Carl felt that his educational tour had made a breakthrough.

If only the Abbadan could be a model for bridging the gap between mortals and the Astartes.

Then the newcomers drawn from the "Astarte Lottery" will be much easier to discipline.

After all, Abbadan is the best role model and example.

Of course, this is a bit far-fetched.

After all, we still don't know when the next lottery draw will be.

At least Karl himself couldn't figure out a usable body for the Astartes.

Maybe he can do it after the Extreme Mechanic Ceremony, but he's still somewhat flirtatious now.

The PDF on the city wall and the guards of the noble knights changed their tone substantially after noticing the golden identity cards in their hands.

After all, they are not stupid. In fact, the people who can achieve these positions are all good people.

Now that Karl has shown the card representing the identity of the last nest, they must show the most basic respect no matter what.

Only in this way can they guarantee that they will not capsize in the gutter.

Especially at this juncture, there are still many dignitaries who have not been rescued.

That golden card represents a kind of status and power when law and order are good.

But in the darkness can only invite the disaster of jealousy.

Those who can fight all the way out of the environment that can't even control the PDF are definitely hardcore and ruthless people.

Especially the "bodyguard" next to him, who was so tall that he was almost terrifying, revealed a murderous aura that made them feel terrified.

It is also because of this that the defenders in charge of guarding the connection did not dare to neglect the arrival of Karl and Abadan.

Several PDFs rushed over from the wall immediately, and after passing the two, they immediately began to set up guns to guard against possible "enemies" who might be chasing from a distance.

Those enemies hidden in the dark once gave these defenders a great shadow in their hearts.

It is no exaggeration to say that several rescue teams disappeared on the way back.

Even the mighty Leman Rus tanks used in battles outside the Hive were lost.

It is precisely because of the huge loss that they gave up all rescue plans, and finally huddled in this junction of light and darkness.

The thick and indissoluble dark background in the distance added a little tension to their already restless hearts.

"Please put your ID card here for verification."

The one who spoke was an officer of the noble knights in uniform.

And while he was bending over and waving his hands in a "please" gesture, his subordinates also pushed a machine over.

It was a calibrator with an unpretentious appearance, and even some rust remained on the surface.

Its basic principle, in Carl's view, is not much different from those of 3K's identification devices.

At least from the structural point of view, as long as Karl puts the golden card in his hand in the identification area above it, the rest is none of his business.

To be honest, Carl was still a little nervous at the moment.

After all, although he knew the principle, the card in his hand was not forged by him.

He himself has no major problems, but as a superman who has undergone Astartes transformation surgery, can Abadan really pass the biological test successfully?

Soon he got a bad news.

Accompanied by the sharp and ear-piercing siren, all the weapons in the audience were aimed at the two of them immediately.

"Tell me, who is he!"

That was the officer's question to Karl.

If it were normal, it might be enough to pay some money. After all, the special hobbies of nobles are sometimes really strange.

But now it's different.

Everyone's nerves are in a highly tense state, and it is impossible for a normal nobleman to engage in such a moth at this juncture.

Seeing that the conflict between the two sides was about to break out, Karl was careless.

It seems that the so-called detection system is really not that simple to get past.

It can only be said that professional things should be handed over to professional people.

Just as genetic matters such as "copy and paste of the Skaven family" are best left to Auremir (Aurene Bi).

The problem of this kind of machine being disobedient is all on Karl.

Just like when we dealt with the entrance lock of the Blood Council Hall before, we couldn't solve the problem of verification, so we just brute force the lock and it's over.

Go down with one foot, regardless of your original situation, even a pig can be scanned out and passed the verification.

So after the plan was approved, Karl deliberately put on an angry look, pointed at the nose of the chief of the noble knights and cursed: "He has been with me for decades, this one should have been thrown into the trash can long ago The machine will not recognize it?"

While the aura was full, while a group of people were temporarily intimidated, Karl kicked the unlucky verification machine directly.

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(End of this chapter)