Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 251 The Demonic Attending Physician

= This, this, this is the truth of the skinning curse =
For a while, Lord Sare Glover unexpectedly experienced a feeling of brain shutdown after a long absence.

Subconsciously, he wants to deny this crazy conclusion. After all, if it is really just a curse of this level, it is impossible for the top existences of the King of Silence to not notice the strangeness.

However, Sare soon understood the intention.

These codes cannot be removed at all, or the price of removing these codes is becoming one of those skinners.

So rather than revealing this cruel truth to the public, the Silent King chose to conceal it.

"Understood, Sare Glover, this is the truth hidden by those high-ranking lords."

(Senior lords often control an entire tomb world, on which are the Overlord, Pharaoh, Trinity Council, and the Silent King)

Seeing that Sare had reacted a little bit, Karl hurriedly continued to make up the knife.

=So, human beings, just like the choice of the Silent King, I know that these messages have no effect =
= This information alone does not constitute a transaction =
When the communication came here, Sare was already a little impatient.

He has ordered the undead unit to temporarily stop attacking Abadan and Loken, but those skinners outside don't care who you are.

Indeed, the message given by Karl briefly shocked Sare.

But Sare, as an old fritter who has lived for an unknown amount of time, doesn't like this.

This kind of information is only valuable in the right context.

And at the moment when he was surrounded by skinners, Carl who suddenly rushed out and destroyed his escape plan, even if he shared this shocking inside story for free, if he can't come up with some social information later, Sare will definitely have to fight with him Carl desperately.

Fortunately, Karl is not an idler.

Since he dared to jump out, he was naturally prepared.

"What if I could completely remove the code?"

In an instant, the entire communication channel was silent.

Holding up the bright black card that had just been warmed up, Karl walked towards Sare who was stunned.

At this moment, Sare was in a daze.

After living for an unknown amount of time, he subconsciously wanted to deny Karl's proposal.

But from the moment that special card was pulled out, everything suddenly became reasonable.

Regardless of whether Karl can lift the curse on him in the end, as long as he has this card, his mission and subsequent escape will no longer be a problem.

And when all the tomb technicians were killed by Carl and Abadan in a sneak attack, it can be said that whoever holds this card can decide the life and death of everyone present.

Karl can use the card in his hand to leave without injury in the next second.

Thinking about it this way, Sare's previous efforts seemed ridiculous.

Some were born in Rome, others were born as mules.

In the past, Saray has always been on Roma's side.

But this time, he also had to admit that he was at a disadvantage.

=Okay, but can we go out and talk later=
"of course."

(???)

At this moment, Sare's brain fell into chaos again.

He never dreamed that the conditions he proposed would be agreed in this way.

This was obviously a well-dug hole, because in Sare's eyes, if he could get out, dozens of his own people would be more than enough to clean up Karl's group of three.

Therefore, he believes that Karl will definitely make a big fuss about the conditions for leaving.

Judging from the opponent's superb technical level, Sare even doubted whether the opponent would be smart enough to reproduce the "Curse of Skinning" as a threat after they went out.

Even Sare has silently completed the backup operation, isolating a safe zone of consciousness just like the virtual machine used to be.

But all these speculations were in vain.

Karl's two simple words directly broke the rules in Sare's cognition.

But like most Necrons, Saree is not a very kind person.

It is neither necessary nor obligatory for him to remind Carl of the loopholes in this deal.

He even started to make preparations, preparing to backhand violently as soon as he went out, arresting Karl and his party to scan their brains.

=Then let’s open the door first, we owe what we owe=
Duplicity has long since become the norm.

Sare has long been used to this.

His only scruple at the moment is that Karl still has some crushing hole cards.

But after comparing the database in his mind, he found that Carl in front of him seemed to have no other abnormalities except for the "some" technological content of the special armor on his body.

Whether it is subspace attributes or physical function attributes.

All the scan results reminded Sare - what is in front of him is an ordinary mortal who can no longer be ordinary
Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least Sare believed that he had bumped into a big wronged species that was delivered to his door.

If the secret of the skinner's curse can be deciphered, and finally the method to lift this curse can be given.

Then his achievements are enough to make him the real master of a dynasty!

All the anxiety accumulated so far was swept away, and at this moment, Sare felt that he was really the so-called Son of Destiny, the savior of the Necromancer Dynasty.

At this moment, I looked at Karl who was opening the door with a token card in the distance.

Sare even had an idea.

Maybe in the future, he can try to keep a special living collection like the legendary Karasin?

"Zizzi"

With the verification of permissions completed, those ancient machines were started again.

And with the opening of the dimension portal in front of him, the corners of Sare's mouth made of living metal couldn't restrain it from rising.

He seems to have sat at the apex of the dynasty, looking down on all living beings.

Following in the footsteps of the remaining undead troops, he finally came under cover to a passage that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Right in front of you - the outside world
They have been hiding in the tomb for too long, even if he has a body and memory far superior to other ordinary undead, Sare almost forgets the universe beyond the tomb world.

Excited, excited, emotional.

The dream is in front of him, he seems to have come to heaven.

"Zi La"

White light enveloped his vision.

With leaving the tomb, the suppression of the black stone disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Karl finally regained that confidence and calmness.

With the Four Gods plug-in, he finally returned to his home field.

As long as Sare and his party are caught, the next thing is up to them.

Of course, the surface work that should be done still needs to be done.

"The agreement is terminated."

With the withdrawal of the authorization, the originally opened space channel was completely closed.

Looking around, Karl immediately recognized the location here.

To be fair, this happened to be where he first came to M42.

The familiar sewer, the familiar room, and even the strange smell from the roasted walking corpse still indirectly stimulated his senses.

It's like an eternity.

Same place, same people, different mentality.

This coincidence of fate made Karl feel suffocated for a while.

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be another mystery in it.

Can time really turn back?
Are those trials in the illusion, memories of the history that has happened, or the product of the entanglement of time and space.

If it is the former, then why did he, who knew all the scripts 1 years ago, make such a choice.

If it's the latter, is the name of the end, whether it is really a curse of destiny.

he does not know.

Perhaps the mystery can only be solved by arresting the guy named Duke and interrogating the nature of the "split immortal".

Temporarily putting aside the doubts in his mind, Karl looked at Sare in front of him who seemed to be about to change his mind.

"Then can we talk about the terms now?"

Carl tentatively threw out an olive branch.

Of course, Sare is not a pure fool, he still needs a little face as a necromancer rather than trying to be poor.What I promised you before was just negotiating with you.

But after I made the request, you find it unacceptable.

It's not my fault.

At the moment the field is 60 vs 3, the advantage is mine!
"Hand over the authority card, and show us the method you said can remove the curse."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the field instantly cooled down.

This is obviously to be black and black, and this set of Aba eggshells is very familiar.

So Abadan and Loken gradually approached Karl after realizing that the atmosphere was not right.

But to their surprise, Karl agreed to this extremely excessive condition.

"Of course, it's fair."

At this moment, Sare was even a little confused about the situation.

What's going on, is this person a fool?

But although he was very happy that his overlord clause was agreed in an instant, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with it.

Starve the timid to death.

Sare's position among the undead has not changed for a long time.

Longevity endowed him with eternal wealth and power, but at the same time restricted his development space.

The more advanced the Necromancer, the better the body.

As a result, there is basically no room for status changes in this empire that has been stagnant for an unknown period of time.

Other Necrons seemed to accept this stasis with ease, but not Saree.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to embark on this journey that blocked everything.

Fortunately, as far as the result is concerned, he seems to have won?

Seeing Carl approaching with a bright black card, Sare felt unreal.

Power, future, and dreams are at hand.

The black card attracted almost all of his attention like a million dollar prize.

As long as the control is in his hands, even if he can't undo the curse, he can still win.

As long as the passage to the surface is opened, those skinners who are hungry for flesh and blood will naturally be "led to the east".

At that time, the remaining undead in the tomb will have a chance to breathe.

As long as they can rush out of the heavily besieged core area and repair the deliberately damaged tombstone gate, it might be a good choice to escape temporarily to avoid the sharp edge of these crazy skinners.

As the three major modes of transportation of the Necrons;
That is, no inertial engine (for battleships);

Tombstone Gate (for ground units);
One of Phase Shift (for short range raids).

Tombstone Gate, this kind of transportation method that stole the ancient sage's webway system is basically as convenient as the webway.

Of course, the premise is that this thing can still be used after 1 years.

It can only be said that it is so close to the big crack created after the explosion of the Eye of Terror.

It's hard to say whether the surrounding webway can still pass normally instead of being filled with a bunch of warp creatures.

However, dreams are always beautiful.

Maybe Sare would really do these things, but that could only be done under Karl's control.

The moment he took the card, Sare felt a little weird.

A "blessing" from subspace.

"Wind of Recovery!"

Spend with 1000 drizzle of Power of Hope.

Karl felt that strange position again.

The world became clear, and the Sare in front of him was gradually being disassembled.

At this moment, he saw through the essence of Sare.

99.9999% machine and 0.0001% soul.

But this trace of soul is not the "Necrophobe" it once was.

In a sense, this sliver of soul comes from this tangled mass of living metal.

What is the nature of the soul?
Maybe it's a projection in the warp, maybe it's spirit and will.

But judging from the objective situation at the moment, Karl prefers to call it the materialized result of a complex law.

Sare in front of him is the best proof.

A newborn soul born from the wreckage of living metal.

It's a pity that this new life seems to have some kind of limit.

For example, those ordinary undead guards on the side only have 0.00001%
Those undead warriors are so thin that even Karl can't detect a trace of life.

But that's enough.

As long as it is life begging to Him, the loving Father will give unconditional blessings.

Of course, whether this blessing can be accepted is another matter.

Trying to fix the curse in Sare's code, Karl was also a little dizzy after some tinkering.

The garbled characters that are almost completely randomly generated are like programs that run inexplicably with bugs.

A random movement seems to solve the immediate problem, but it will always cause a new crash and error.

What's more, it is very easy to directly cause Sare to die violently on the spot.

He is so vulnerable.

Even Karl had to be careful to ensure Sare's survival.

And what's even more frightening is that during this "surgery", Sare himself had to stay awake the whole time.

Just like certain brain surgeries, he had to answer questions prepared by Carl while undergoing a full range of "craniotomy".

This feeling of watching his body and soul being gradually deconstructed almost made Sare feel crazy.

Indeed, Carl did as promised.

But this method is a bit too outrageous, the damn psionic detector dropped the chain at a critical moment.

At this moment, Sare didn't dare to move at all.

Because he knew that what he would end up with for disturbing the work of this lunatic in front of him would definitely be no better than being wiped out.

And here's the bad news, Carl's operation seems to have encountered a little problem.

frowned.

Carl seemed really helpless for a while.

This kind of random curse is indeed the last curse of the star god, like an unbreakable rule, deeply buried in Sare's soul and body.

This is simply impossible to solve.

Maybe that's why the Silent King is hiding the truth.

Faced with this kind of unsolvable problem, perhaps it is the best choice to completely hide it and weave a white lie.

But the problem is, this time, this difficult problem happened to Carl, who likes to dig into corners.

That's 1 million points of power of hope!

"Then I beg you to make a sacrifice, Great Hero of Saree?"

The smile gradually became distorted, and the desire for wealth and power had obscured his eyes.

"Perfect luck!"

(What are you doing, don’t come here, hey!!!)
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(End of this chapter)