Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 203 004.M31 Prospero's Tomb

"Be prepared, the next process may be a little painful."

That was Karl's last warning to Abbadan lying aside.

There is no need to look for any safe haven, because the entire Spire Council Hall at this moment is the best shelter.

Luc, who lost his hand, has been sent out by his former brother Fu Xu through the passage that Karl temporarily opened.

What awaits him will be eternal sleep, until the day Karl finds a way to undo the deep corruption.

Of course, the question about Luc must be put aside for now.

Karl turned his head to look at Abadan, who had already taken off the heavy helmet.

Abba said it would affect his concentration.

Of course, Carl knew very well that this was just an excuse for Abadan not wanting to wear his braids all the time.

But as the helmet was taken off, Karl saw an interesting expression instead.

It was an expression derived from "Although he reluctantly showed a little importance under Carl's reminder, he still believes that his willpower is invincible".

In this regard, Karl can only wish Abbadan good luck.

After all, there are some things, if you don't experience it yourself, you can't understand the "concern" in the warning words of the predecessors.

The only lesson humans have learned from history is that they don't.

As he began to endure the pain of stripping his soul, he watched the expression on the face of Aba Dan next to him gradually change from a comfortable expression to a hideous expression.

It even made the piercing pain in Karl's soul a lot less.

Of course, Karl is also very clear that when he was doing this for the first time, he was much inferior to the Abbot in front of him.

But, as long as no one sees it, nothing happens.

Carl, who had already prepared and resisted this kind of "pain", used his calm performance to defeat Abbadan, who was still somewhat arrogant.

It is true that Abbadan has already recognized Karl's identity as the Emperor's Messenger from the bottom of his heart.

But "acknowledging identity" and "acknowledging competence" are not the same thing.

However, the scene in front of Abadan gave him at least a new understanding of the Emperor's Messenger in terms of endurance.

But just when Carl was satisfied with his "improvement" endurance, the corners of his mouth that had just turned upward immediately drooped again.

He could feel that the body that took over this time was being tied to a shelf by heavy chains.

But counterintuitively, none of this was intended to harm the body.

Before he had time to think too much, an extremely fiery pulsation of fear, mixed with frenzied energy, swept across his brain violently.

Uncontrollable, the body Karl had just obtained began to convulse violently.

This is not a tough test of being able to endure pain, but more like an involuntary contraction of muscles under the tide of violent psionic energy.

Of course, after the initial panic, Karl finally broke free in the whirlpool of pain.

Although he still couldn't deal with the mutation that was taking place in this body, at least he could barely start to think.

This is a kind of psychic energy out of control, which is the "mutation of flesh and blood" that has happened to all the Thousand Sons.

Or more accurately, it is a curse that resides within the Thousand Sons.

A bomb that has long been buried by the Lord of Change.

And now Carl must face this trap that may have been designed for him alone, waiting for him to jump.

Every cell and even every molecule in the body is against him.

Each molecule refuses to perform the duties assigned by the genetically coded locks.

Fiery psionic shocks spread all over his body, and those half-running torrents of psionic energy were destroying everything violently and recklessly.

Occupying the body and tearing it into pieces, it is a strange monster in the vast ocean, trying to completely destroy the body.

=The only barrier that can prevent the frantic mutation of flesh and blood is your willpower=
It was also at this moment of life and death that a loud voice echoed in Carl's mind.

He knew that those were not words spoken by other people.

The only person who can communicate with him at this moment is the original owner of this body.

At this moment, Karl realized that it was different from before.

This time he got a body as high as 2.4m
And that means...

As Carl's mind gradually began to open, just like the previous reminder - the best way to fight chaos is rationality.

Those flesh and blood that were roiling and mutating seemed to be gradually approaching the direction of restoring calm with the return of reason.

But Karl, who is the person involved, is very clear that the mutation of flesh and blood is far from that simple.

If you can get through it safely just by relying on willpower, it is impossible for the Thousand Sons to call it—"epidemic"

The reminder in my mind is actually not finished yet.

= But when you are in it, you know a cruel fact all the time, you will eventually be weak and unable to fight =
Like an irreversible curse, the more forcefully one suppresses this mutation, the more terrifying counterattack will inevitably be ushered in after a brief flashback.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Karl doesn't have the ability to solve this mutation.

Karl, who has been chatting with the Four Gods all the year round, knows very well that opening any one of the four skills, even if it can't kill the flesh and blood mutation immediately, at least it can buy him some more time.

But even so, he didn't immediately activate the skills of the Four Gods.

This is a kind of pain, but also a kind of tempering.

"You seem to have something to say to me?"

Meditating silently in his mind, Carl tentatively communicated with the voice that gave the prompt before.

He had a hunch that if this was the trap that Tzeentch had set for him, it was impossible for him not to know that Karl had the skills of the Four Gods.

Therefore, in addition to using skills to solve the problem, he also wanted to see if there were other solutions.

=You are stronger than I imagined, finally=
As expected, the voice in the head responded again.

"Finally referring to me?"

Carl was very puzzled and surprised by this inexplicable title.

And beyond that, there's a hint of disgust.

He hated the title because it reminded him of the one "given" to the Emperor by the Four Gods - the Dark Lord.

And the voice in his head seemed to feel Carl's disgust, so he actively changed the subject.

= As you can see, this is a conspiracy =
=Here is a ritual, a "corruption" ritual called "purification" =
=Musical score, musical score, zizizi=
It seemed that its next words were deliberately blocked, and Karl could only hear the ravings of the four gods that he heard in the Frank No. [-] hive.

That was enough babbling to drive any ordinary person into madness.

But hearing this familiar voice, Karl calmed down instead.

At least he already understood part of the whole story, even if Tzeentch ran over in time to pinch the "network cable", it didn't matter.

At this moment, this body is just in the "reflection" period.

So, taking advantage of the rare gap, Carl endured the horrific pain and opened the eyes of this body.

Sure enough, beside those chains, he found the so-called score.

It was an ancient poem, said to have been copied from a monument, which marked the beginning of an ancient and devastating war.

By this crude bridge across the torrent,
They unfurl their banners in April's majesty;

This place has witnessed the deadly battles of the farmers in the past,

And now witnessing bullets resounding across the globe.

This is very strange, at least these lyrics should not appear on Qianzi's side.

Because this is usually used as a foil poem when Wolf King Ruth appears on the stage.

Of course this is not absolutely impossible.

As we all know, the organization and culture of the Thousand Sons Legion are somewhat different from those of other legions.

In addition to Dalian being called a "school" here, they have also established a system that has a little in common with studying abroad.

That is: the company commanders of each society must be seconded to another legion during training to learn the opponent's combat methods and deepen the Thousand Sons' understanding of the galaxy.

For example, Kalofis of the Fire Phoenix School once cooperated with Iron Warrior;

Phocis Taka of the Falcon School has been to the Luna Wolf where the Abba Egg is, etc.

In addition, although the Thousand Sons did not have a good relationship with the Space Wolves, the destroyers who were likely to descend from the sky next.

But even so, the two sides still have a lot of contacts at the bottom because of joint operations.

So at this moment, beside this Astarte of the Thousand Sons Fire Phoenix School whose identity Karl still doesn't know, it is actually not absolutely impossible to have a scroll that records the bgm of the Wolf King's appearance.

But what is the use of this thing?
In the face of Tzeentch's strong interference, Karl did not hear the following "instructions for use" at all.

And the "mutation of flesh and blood" that was gradually gaining momentum again reminded him that time was running out.

Should we believe the one-sided story of the original owner of this body?
Karl's final decision is to believe for the time being.

After all, it would be safe to try, and if the body happened to be in those temples of Prospero at this moment.

If you rashly activate the skills of the Four Gods, you will definitely be targeted by Magnus.

Reminiscent of the Emperor's warning before the arrival, anyway, if it is not a last resort, Karl does not want to activate these skills before the arrival of the Space Wolves.

=The Cyclops is wandering in the thick and dark quagmire, that is a price he shouldn't have to bear=
Carl, who is familiar with the original plot, is very clear that this so-called price is obviously more terrifying than the original one.

It was a deal, a deal between Magnus and Tzeentch.

Once, at the price of that deal, Magnus delayed the time when the Thousand Sons would be affected by the Mutation of Flesh.

But as Carl learned later, it was not a blessing but a kidnapping.

Tzeentch tied the hands and feet of Magnus with the lives of all the Thousand Sons.

This is the price of knowledge, and it is also the strategy of the Lord of Change.

And what's even more frightening is that Karl has an extremely bad premonition.

The "price" that the emperor told Karl before was most likely not referring to the deal between Magnus and Tzeentch.

Therefore, in this situation where the enemy is dark and we are clearly aware, rashly choosing the most violent and direct solution on the surface is very likely to fall into the trap that Tzeentch has already set up, just like Magnus, who was once eager to solve the problem of the flesh and blood mutation of his heirs. in the trap.

"By this crude bridge across the torrent..."

Forcibly parting the cracked lips that had already been scorched by the hot skin, imitating the melody he had heard on Mortarion's flute, Karl tried to follow the prompts to compose the poem that should have been used as the accompaniment for the Wolf King. Hummed out.

And beyond his expectations, this song seems to have produced a wonderful chemical reaction under this specific melody.

The burning sensation on his body began to subside, and the raving in his head began to dissipate.

All the pain caused by the runaway subspace energy began to dissipate rapidly.

But when the "inflammation" like a cytokine storm is about to be completely cured.

Like the tide receding, Karl saw the so-called real culprit in this body—the corruption rooted in the soul of the original owner of this body.

It is this kind of corruption that repeatedly induces those psychics who want to defend themselves to go berserk.

This is the truth of the mutation of flesh and blood.

That was the bomb planted as early as the "loan" by the Four Gods of the Emperor Dynasty.

And it seems that he has been tossed to a certain limit by this flesh and blood mutation.

In Karl's sight, the soul of the original owner of this stalwart body is disintegrating and dissipating at an irreversible speed.

Seeing this situation, Carl inexplicably felt a trace of sadness.

"Can you tell me your name?"

This is not only to confirm a question that has been lingering in Karl's mind, but also to erect a monument to this warrior who fought against corruption to the last moment if he has the opportunity in the future.

=ZiZiZi=
The annoying interruption continued.

It seems that any secret leaked here will affect his plan.

So even though the mutation of flesh and blood has been completely suppressed, He is still tirelessly interfering with the "communication" between Karl and the original owner of this body.

It's a pity that it's a sparse one.

Even though he has tried his best to interfere, a magnificent wave of psionic energy diffused from a distance still briefly broke his shield.

= "You?" Obviously this is not an appropriate address =
Before that soul was completely broken, Karl received its last "last words".

But it was this last sentence that made him fall into deep thought.

"Finally", "You?"

It seems like all the evidence is pointing to that answer.

But obviously, now is not a good time to think about the so-called "meaning of life".

As the pain gradually dissipated, this magnificent body regained its vitality.

This is a very strange state. One second, the power that was attacking this body madly, but the next second it became the reliance of this body to break through the chain.

With a thought, one after another scorching rays shot out from Karl's wrist.

Those icy steel shackles that bound this body before seemed so vulnerable to the surging spiritual energy at this moment.

"It's really an obsessive force."

At this moment, even Karl has to admit that this kind of power has an irresistible attraction for knowledge seekers.

Sophisticated, perfect, elegant...  

Compared with those thick iron bumps, this is almost an art.

It's a pity that on the back of the picture scroll that carries these perfect works, there are hidden sharp knives that have already aimed at the target.

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(End of this chapter)