Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 208 Ahriman's Choice
After pulling out a few pieces of relatively large and obstructive shrapnel, Karl finally let out a long sigh of relief as he watched Ahriman who was half-kneeling on the ground in the distance.

As the psychic energy fluctuation subsided, the false words in his ears gradually faded away.

That is the side effect of using psionic energy, that is, the ravings of evil things attracted by the user's soul flickering in the warp.

This is also one of the reasons why psykers tend to lose themselves.

Fortunately, Carl does not seem to have this limitation.

He has long been used to this so-called "corruption", so compared to those ordinary psykers, he is basically a dimensionality reduction strike.

It can be "overclocked" at will and there is basically no risk of corruption at this stage.

After all, the aura of the four gods is overflowing with these psychic energies. Except for the four gods themselves and a very small number of existences, no one wants to touch this bad luck.

It was also under this dumbfounding "advantage" that Karl once again used an almost rogue way to win against Ahriman.

=To be good is knowledge, to be evil is to be foolish=
He had to admit that there was still a big gap between himself and these old monsters who had practiced for hundreds of years in terms of fighting techniques.

Of course, this does not mean that his learning ability is poor.

With a memory base like a mechanical cheat, he can quickly absorb and summarize the skills he has seen.

Catching up to these so-called "powers" in Warhammer is simply a matter of practice makes perfect, as long as you practice afterwards.

Indeed, Ahriman won the showdown in a sense.

If it wasn't for secretly (and aboveboard) cheating with the power of rage, then Karl wouldn't even be able to catch the first magazine.

Especially at the end of the battle, that unexpected slug forced Karl to use a level 2 berserk force before he could barely block it.

This is a total of 11000 points of power of hope, and before the film was officially opened with Magnus, he spent 1/16 of the power of hope, making him realize that this "Save the Pony Project" must be full of difficulties.

But as the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning", and only after Ahriman's "ally" is settled first, then Karl will have the weight to shake the balance.

Opportunities will always be reserved for those who are fully prepared. When the balance reaches the most critical balance point, whoever holds the final weight will determine the final outcome.

"I heard you like knowledge?"

Walking in front of Ahriman who was still half kneeling on the ground at this moment, Karl was not in a hurry to explain the Khorne aura on his body before.

In fact, he has a plan to kill two birds with one stone.

"unyielding."

From Ahriman's vocal cords that had long lost their lubricating mucus, he forcefully squeezed out a word that could explain his thoughts at the moment with his last strength.

That is his duty at the moment.

The so-called thirst for knowledge, for Ahriman at this moment, is still in essence to completely heal the distortion of flesh and blood.

Although Magnus didn't say it explicitly, he knew that 95% was just a standard.

As long as it has not reached 100%, it means that the danger has not been completely eliminated, and there is still a big gap between quantitative change and qualitative change.

At this moment, as the spokesperson of the loyal faction among the Thousand Sons, it is impossible for him to surrender to a mysterious existence that exudes an "unclean" aura of Khorne.

The surface of the armor has long been scorched black by the scorching psionic flames.

Of course, it is obviously impossible for this kind of terrifying heat to let go of the existence contained in it.

Although Ahriman avoided almost all the fatal attacks, the "fireball" that Karl rubbed out still half-roasted Ahriman alive with its terrifying heat.

At this moment, he has lost all the ability to resist, as long as Karl moves his mind, the fourth Chaos God Chosen who has not yet dominated the galaxy in his memory will be "completely wiped out" here.

But apparently Karl wasn't stupid enough to do that.

If you do that, the only possible ending is to find a new "father" for him besides the original Black Warmaster Abaddon at 40k.

Karl doesn't have this good habit of being an enemy.

However, this kind of flesh and blood distortion reminded him of those unlucky nobles in Hive Capital No. [-] of Frank.

(Maybe, the way to save that Luc Ferdinand can also be tried on this kind of flesh and blood distortion.)
Of course, this is a bit far-fetched, after all, it is only a solution to deep corruption, and it is not even a word.

But this time, there were other arrangements for Ahriman who was hanging on his last breath.

"Abyss of Wisdom!"

With 10000 points of power of hope thrown into the rotating wheel of fate again, those so-called truths gradually began to be revealed.

Instead of rushing to fiddle with the threads of fate, Karl turned his attention to Ahriman.

"Fate is not entirely in the hands of the gods, but in our determination and wisdom."

While narrating some of his feelings, he observed Ahriman's reaction.

He knew that this was also a trial.

Seeing everything is a blessing and a curse.

He could indirectly feel Ahriman's trembling and entanglement with the help of fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy.

Even in his long life, Ahriman has become accustomed to "foreseeing" some events in advance, but those skills are different from the skills Karl deliberately released at this moment.

It is no longer those so-called fragments of words, no longer vague fantasies and perceptions.

It was a model so complete that it would even drive a seeker into madness.

There is no need to prove this point, because the disordered psionic energy escaping from Ahriman's soul at this moment has already proved the horror of seeing fate.

Especially for the person involved, this may not be considered a good fate.

=His plan cannot succeed, even if Magnus acquiesces them to return to the Emperor's side, Tzeentch will never miss the wisdom in his brain=
=That will be a failed ceremony, all the existences he regards as treasures will be destroyed by his own hands=
=The scarlet cross saves no one=
=The last thing left is a face of nothingness taken over by the roaring void=
Cruel, desperate, and natural.

Those threads of fate from the vast sea of ​​psychic energy explained to Ahriman the direction of the entire future in exceptional detail.

It is not a flickering picture of just a few words, but a layer-by-layer reasoning that directly shows every detail--judgment.

The so-called fate completely shattered Ahriman's last fantasy like a giant lock.

But is he destined to lose everything and become a laughing stock in the eyes of others?

Obviously, as Tzeentch was ecstatic, the answer was no.

If we talk about this model, it shows that the determination of the future is somewhat biased.

"Destiny isn't everything we expect it to be, it's everything we make it out to be."

At the moment when all this was observed, the fate had already begun to change.

But the question is whether Ahriman, who is half kneeling on the ground and hanging his last breath, can realize this.

Karl could feel Ahriman's torment.

It is not easy to fully admit your failure.

Especially people like Ahriman who have been in high positions for many years.

But fortunately, Ahriman finally did it.

It is hard for Karl to imagine how Ahriman persevered. You must know that Ahriman does not have the super brain that Karl "innately" landed with the mechanical ceremony.

Even the superhuman brain of Astartes is generally difficult to load the amount of computation shown by those details of fate.

It was an ultimate test of reason and will.

"There is no shortcut to destiny, only courage and perseverance can turn grief into strength and reverse adversity."

"Wind of Recovery"

After the words fell, green ripples escaped from Karl's body like ripples.

There were bursts of itching all over his body immediately, and he knew that it was the feeling produced by the regeneration of the flesh and epidermis.

With a backhand, he tore off the connecting tube on the back that had long been useless, and the Terminator armor fell apart completely.

In fact, the quality of this thing is already terrifying. Even if it is only a splinter, the various fragments generated by a full 80 rounds of explosive shells and shotguns are enough to tie this thing into a hedgehog.

On the chest of the Terminator power armor, there is a terrifying crack.

That was the horrible scar left by the slug that received a lot of psionic energy.

Touching the regrown hair on his head, Carl said that the original bald head was burned out.

Fortunately, the wind of recovery can help him heal these minor injuries by the way.

Since there is still a formal big battlefield in the future, he did not choose the 2nd or even 3rd tier of recovery wind to suppress the field this time.

Because under the eyes of Magnus, shooting the base camp is obviously a bit deadly.

Even Karl is not sure at this moment whether the aftermath of his battle just now will be blocked by the thick spiritual energy barrier of the pyramid library of the Black Crow School as Ahriman claimed before.

That was the pure breath of the four gods, even if only a trace leaked out, it was enough to arouse Magnus' vigilance.

But now there is no way out.

Before the thread of fate was taken back, he wanted to see what kind of trap Tzeentch had set for the wolf cubs.

Although such a peep would surely be noticed by Tzeentch, who could peep and play with fate without paying any price?
This kind of guaranteed ticket, Tzeentch himself will only "fraudulently" type it out when he comes.

To Carl's surprise, however, the whole event didn't seem to start with an orbital airstrike by the Space Wolves.

In other words, compared to the burning of Prospero in his memory, the picture shown was more like a "welcome scene".

The essence is that Horus did not tamper with the "arrest warrant" issued by the Emperor to the Space Wolves.

If it were changed to the original history, this would naturally be a happy ending.

The pony was escorted back to Terra. Although the process might not be pleasant, the emperor didn't need to sit on the toilet after all.

But just like the unpredictable and often ironic fate, how can one know that it is a blessing in disguise?
Since they did not receive the so-called "killing order", facing the Thousand Sons who put on a gesture of surrender with both hands, the Space Wolves will somewhat relax their vigilance.

And this is the change part that the Lord of Change likes most.

Recalling the defensive firepower that was deployed to almost overflow, and the Thousand Sons' fleet that would not be "absent" this time.

It can be said that once the wolf cubs arrive here, they will surely usher in a complete dead end.

Ironically, the "culprit" of all this is actually Karl on the Devon satellite.

The price of stealing half the soul of the Son of Horus is not so easy to escape.

Just like no matter what method is used to suppress, as long as the four gods skills are activated at 40k, the "trial" will follow.

"Fate grants us miracles, but does not allow us to omit efforts and costs."

And now, it's time for him to pay the bill.

Standing quietly in the center of the living room filled with burnt air, at this moment, his surface is calm but his inner thoughts are full of thoughts.

He seems to have found a solution to everything.

=The giant was shattered into countless fragments, scattered over the burning ruins of Prospero=
As long as he can "crush" the crimson scarlet king like in history, then he will have a chance to grab that 1% hope from the fragments in the sky.

But how easy is it to say?
"Pfft."

That was the sound of Ahriman's body falling to the ground not far away.

Fortunately, this is not a bad thing. Judging from the gradually stable soul fluctuations in his body and the gradual restoration of steady breathing, it can be seen that at least Ahriman is fine for the time being.

He just received too much information in a short period of time and needed a short break.

The only pity is that, like the future shown in those threads of fate, war is already at hand.

At the first light of tomorrow's star, the fleet of the Wolf will reach the skies above Prospero.

If Karl doesn't do anything at this moment, this place will become their "Prospero's Tomb" in a real sense.

At the same time, in the most magnificent pyramid-shaped library on Prospero in the distance, a huge figure Muran opened his only one eye.

It was a broad-shouldered giant in an elaborate suit of blue crystal, bronze, and leather.

His weapons, slung at his waist, were a blue scimitar with an obsidian handle, and a monstrously large and heavy pistol.

A broad cloak of blue feathers flutters over his shoulders, from which hangs a censer and parchment secured with wax seals.

The strange blue accessories do not match the red armor on his body.

No one knew what he was thinking.

"If that is your own choice, I respect the path you choose."

After sighing heavily, he closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

But obviously, he will not let go of this outsider who may disrupt his plan.

Several puppets that seemed to be made of crystal gradually condensed behind him.

It was the best he could react.

In order to ensure that he can defeat the wolf king in the final duel, he must accumulate strength here at this moment.

At this level of battle, even a sneak attack would cost huge casualties.

This is not the ending he wanted to see.

There is no right or wrong in the world, he just stood firmly on the same side as the Thousand Sons in most legions.

This is a kind of helplessness, but also a kind of sadness.

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(End of this chapter)