Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 234 The Return of the King

==Top of the Pyramid of Light--Hall of Mirrors==
Looking at the terrifying picture in the mirror, the audience fell silent.

Such an outrageous operation directly silenced both Tzeentch and Magnus.

At the moment, in the center of the picture, an apex dog that fully fits Nurgle's style is "peeling onions" with its sharp claws on both hands.

"Is this thing so powerful?"

Seeing the apex dog cutting Bonaparte's body smoothly and smoothly, Magnus subconsciously asked doubtful questions.

He is very familiar with the monument at the top of the Fire Phoenix Pyramid, which has been placed in the core area of ​​Tizca.

But the performance in front of him is not at all like the strength that a Titan should have.

Co-authoring high attack and high defense is not enough, Karl, you boy stacked all other buffs by the way?
Self-healing, control, body shape, and flexibility are all gone.

And Bonaparte, who became a sandbag in the middle, was even more unlucky.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Even if he is completely suppressed by the apex dog controlled by Karl, he will not die for a while.

Cut off with one claw, except for those squirming pieces of flesh that were stripped out.

The wounds on Bonaparte's body will still heal instantly under the blessing of the loving father he just begged for.

Bonaparte's painful wailing resounded throughout the battlefield.

And ironically, every time Bonaparte wailed, Tzeentch's old face hurt as if he had been slapped.

"This is what you call reinforcements?"

Under Magnus' roaring questioning, the mirror closest to him was directly shattered by the shock.

Magnus was extremely angry at this moment.

He felt deceit and concealment, conspiracy and betrayal.

Bonaparte's poor performance severely hit his confidence.

It's a pity that Magnus knew that there was no going back.

In any case, it was the psychic phone call he took the initiative to make on the premise of clearly knowing the consequences.

He has become a doomed sinner, and he has cut off his last escape route.

The Empire will not forgive him, because he is a complete traitor;
The Emperor will not forgive him for destroying the future of mankind with his own hands;
Russ would not forgive him for plotting an ambush and attempting to wipe out the entire Space Wolves.

For Magnus at this moment, if even the flesh and blood distortion in the legion cannot be completely resolved, then what is the difference between his series of actions and the clown on the stage.

The flames of psionic energy soared into the sky, and the strange purple-red light looked so strange under the reflections of the surrounding mirrors.

He was waiting, waiting for the existence in the mirror to give a reasonable explanation.

This transaction has obviously become no longer fair. For the so-called fairness in the contract, Tzeentch must add new bargaining chips.

On the other side of the mirror, a fierce quarrel is taking place in the seemingly peaceful space.

"Carlos, did you ask you to go find reinforcements? You didn't want to go find trash. With half of Nurgle's blessing, you dare not even fight back?"

"Um, the main reason is that he has something to do with it, and he can push the focus of the conflict to Nurgle afterwards."

"Well, the handle? Where did you get the handle of the Great Unclean?"

=The Bonaparte monster spawner screen is playing=
(Tzeentch's blood pressure is rising.)
"Go wipe your own ass, now, now."

"Praise change."

"roll!"

With Tzeentch's ear-piercing scream, the gears of fate turned again.

In an instant, the subspace storm on the entire Prospero became stronger.

This sudden change made Carl, who was still lying safely in the magazine, feel a little bad.

However, the strange thing was that the end point of this breath did not appear on Bonaparte in front of him.

On the contrary, this weird subspace power rushed straight to the top of the pyramid of light in the distance.

Seeing this, he seemed to have guessed Tzeentch's next strategy.

Another paw swung down, looking at Bonaparte shrunk into a ball in front of him, Karl was temporarily helpless.

It is true that such a one-to-one cut can expand the field he opened up again.

But this time is different.

He who directly accepted Nurgle's blessing, every extra domain he gained was based on extremely terrifying corruption.

Maybe there are no clues in a short time, but at this moment, the bad thoughts in Carl's heart began to spread again.

The idea that it would be good to be a salted fish is gradually occupying more and more brain cells along with the louder and louder whispers in my ears.

Time was not on his side.

Don't look at the onion peeling here, it's a cool thing.

But in fact, because Bonaparte also took a small half of Nurgle's blessing.

Karl had nothing to do with this huddled Bonaparte for a while.

It is true to scrape the mobs who are full of blood back. After scraping for a long time, it looks miserable, but it is still full of blood.

This made Carl a little nervous.

He couldn't go to the front line until Bonaparte died, even though Bonaparte seemed to be running away just now.

But in case of being backstabbed at that time, it's not a joke.

So in any case, Bonaparte must be contained.

"Oh, if only there were materials to make a fully automatic brush hanging cage."

It's a pity that on the ruins that have long been piled up with walking corpses, it seems that the only things that are convenient are these pure natural and pollution-free materials.

But it's a pity that, like using these walking corpses as consumables, Bonaparte, who also has the blessing of Nurgle, can easily break free as soon as he leaves.

Therefore, this idea was also rejected by him.

But just now, the aura of the subspace that went straight to the Pyramid of Light made him doubt whether the Wolf King could still win the battle with Magnus this time.

It seems that there is no other way, can it only be spent here to show the ass of the wild wolves?

Suddenly, two giants passed by the corner of his line of sight.

(Oh? Look, isn't this the death knell of the plague.)
A kick landed on the surface of Bonaparte's body wrapped in a ball.

Watching this dark green ball rolling all the way to the two plague knells in the distance.

Carl's mind began to "think about it" again.

One by one blueprints flashed through his mind, and each plan was pieced together and then discarded by him one by one.

Finally, a double-bracket automatic cutting machine appeared in front of his eyes.

Just do what you say, kicking and peeling the meat ball in front of you all the way.

He finally arrived at the two plague knells after leaving a long trail.

He looked at Ahriman who was jumping up and down on the surface of the plague knell, trying to destroy these two huge gadgets.

Karl even thought it was a little funny.

Although under his deliberate release, Ahriman and his party finally rushed to the death knell of the plague along the path that the walking corpses gave way to.

But they probably didn't consider a serious problem from the beginning-they seem to have no good way to deal with this iron bastard.

Indeed, a power sword or chainaxe, or even a bolter, could easily pierce Plagueknell's outer skin, which had not been intentionally reinforced with the power of the Warp.

But Armor Penetration is enough, and damage is not enough.

"That's enough, get out of the way."

The few remaining sounding devices on the Apex Dog transmitted Cal's warning to Ahriman's ears.

This familiar voice instantly gave Ahriman a sense of relief.

Although the roulette wheel of fate still hasn't stopped turning, at least he hasn't lost everything yet.

"Follow the tide of corpses, you go to raid the flanks of the core pyramid group."

After giving the order to Ahriman, Karl sent a wave of corpses to Tizca's southern defense line.

In this way, no matter how useful it is in the end, it can more or less restrain part of Qianzi's troops.

And while thinking about it, Karl didn't stop the movement of his hands.

With a few paws down, a dual-arm automatic cutting machine was born.

The original plague knell base and support rods became the pillars on the left and right sides of the automatic cutting machine.

The core of the original plague knell was sliced ​​into several sharp blades.

At this moment, these blades are still held by the apex dog and held high in front of the automatic cutting machine.

"Enjoy it, it's quite expensive."

Indeed, it is really "pretty expensive".

At least that's what Bonaparte, who was still trembling at the moment, thought.

The sky, the earth, the kindness... I can't say this.

The two plague knells are gone. How will Bonaparte mess around in Nurgle Garden in the future?

Even if a loving father would have gladly accepted all this, it was no use accepting Bonaparte's defeat.

The shame of defeat will always be with him.

Even if he wanted to take a bath together, he would be treated coldly.

Well, just thinking about it is bad enough.

And not even all of this including the upcoming torture.

Even if he didn't put his eyes outside his body, he could tell what kind of torture he was about to face just by the chilling corruption.

It was the "execution platform" put together after the two plague knells were disassembled.

Oh, it's much more terrifying than Kabanda Signus, the Khorne who beat him up in the Warp before, even smashing his "maggot laurels".

Watching a whole row of corrupted blades cut from the original plague knell body.

Bonaparte thought a lot before passing out from the pain.

"Carlos, Destiny Weaver, let me see you again, and I will take your skin off!"

That was Bonaparte's curse from the bottom of his heart.

In this way, Karl successfully took over the control of a part of the surrounding corpses.

As for why not take over all of them?

Karl said that he was still young, and he had to kill Magnus before he died.

It's not for anything else, it's not easy to do business with the Emperor if you don't take the magic pony away.

If the emperor is unhappy, then his salary will be ruined.

If the salary goes to waste, wouldn't the 10,000+ Power of Hope he has already invested be in vain?

Can this kind of thing be tolerated?

Carl, who regained his energy, interfered with the generation of the surrounding subspace transmission channel with psychic energy at will, and then controlled the apex dog and a part of the surrounding corpses to rush straight to the core battle line of the pyramid.

Originally, Karl could have been more serious and made more disturbances, but in fact it didn't take much trouble.

But he thought about it again, it might be the best choice for a guy like Bonaparte to let him escape alive.

So he deliberately left some unstable factors in it.

"Boom"

The huge corrupted version of the apex dog instantly exploded the entire mortal auxiliary army responsible for the rear of the wild wolf.

A few ten minutes ago, they watched with their own eyes the shining apex dog, stepping forward with mighty steps, holding a huge weapon and walking steadily in the direction of the imminent tide of corpses.

Good guy, how long has it been since the second?

Looking at the huge body that had been covered with walking corpses and had already become rotten, all the mortal auxiliaries who were in charge of rearing the rear of the Space Wolves felt a little shuddering.

After fighting for so many years, they have never seen any enemy.

Even if it was an enemy of the size of the Titans, they had cooperated with the wolves and dealt with it with the support of the Mechanicus.

Glory, sacrifice, unyielding.

These principles have long been engraved in their hearts.

Because they know.

Compared with those consumables that can only rot and die in the bottom nest for a lifetime, they have already obtained miraculous luck.

Being able to stand on the sky and participate in this grand expedition is a kind of luck in itself.

But with all the buffs stacked on it, it still couldn't maintain a high morale when facing such a terrifying war giant.

The storm of psionic energy roared overhead, and the army of walking corpses opened the way under their feet.

The apex dog at this moment has become the epitome of corruption.

Although it lost all its long-range weapons, the dark green flames gushing from the gaps in its biological armor were enough to deter these mortals who had never faced corruption directly.

"Just kidding, how could this be possible?"

Looking at the apex dog that just crawled out of the corrupt soup pool in hell, an ordinary soldier in the mortal auxiliary army tremblingly asked his comrades beside him.

However, before his comrades could give an answer, a laser pistol was pushed to the back of his head.

"If you don't go to the battlefield, you will go to the execution ground."

(if you can't serve on batlleline, then seve on the fireline.)
Afterwards, the front line, which had gradually become noisy due to the appearance of the apex dog, fell silent in an instant.

Just like the row of walking corpses in the distance who suddenly stopped in place for some unknown reason, the political commissar didn't know why they stopped like that.

But even so, the waves of walking corpses put great pressure on the soldiers in charge of defense just by standing in the distance.

At this moment, their only guarantee is the 5 Rand Predator tanks lined up neatly behind them.

And these five big guys are already all the possessions of the entire rear line of defense.

This is simply outrageous.

Almost all the heavy equipment, including the dozens of War Dog Titans, were sent to the front line by the wolf.

This is simply fighting for life.

Such tactics did not consider the consequences of the rear being breached at all.

After losing those ground-shaking cannons that continued to bombard, the entire wolf pack would completely lose the chance to break through the Qianzi defense line.

In this way, the only thing waiting for them is slow death in consumption.

Therefore, no matter what, the mortal auxiliaries responsible for staying behind must hold their positions.

The fight won't be over until the last man is down.

If someone wants to escape, the political committee is happy to send a laser, and there will be a real fight first.

Hmm, maybe the legato can be saved too.

Seeing the behemoth getting closer and closer, the political commissar's palms were soaked with sweat.

He doesn't have command authority in the actual sense, so he can only do what he can within his ability.

However, just when he felt a little bit of helplessness and despair, the soldier beside him suddenly handed him a pair of binoculars.

"Franco, look at Karl sitting on the shoulder of the apex dog!"

The soldiers who made excited voices even forgot the proper appellation system in the army.

But at this moment, Franco can't control too much.

Picking up the binoculars in his hand, he finally confirmed the Karl whom the entire fleet had known before.

Seeing Karl's move to the sides, Franco immediately became motivated.

"Spread out to both sides, let's retreat!"

"But the company commander hasn't..."

"Do it, and I will explain it myself later."

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(End of this chapter)