Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 254 Redbeard (Kodwina)

Following Carl's line of sight, the red beard saw two neatly cut black lumps.

He didn't know what this thing was, but he had already guessed some clues from the instructions Karl gave him before.

"This is the Black Stone..."

At this moment, the red beard even choked up a little.

If Karl hadn't joked with him, the flaw of "born to be rejected by those around him" would be completely out of his life today.

Excited beyond words.

You must know that he is not a violent person by nature.

The reason why he pulled up the Red Pirate Mercenary Group before was entirely to avoid seeing those disgusting eyes.

Watching those disgusted and disgusted eyes gradually turn into fear and respect, Red Beard seems to have found a sense of reality as a human being in it.

He didn't know why he was subjected to such inexplicable discrimination and disgust.

Until Carl told him what "untouchables" really meant.

His whole body was trembling, as if there was an endless attraction on that small stone.

Ceremonial kneeling on one knee.

Speaking the creed that Karl gave to the Assassin Court.

"Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind."

"Only when we rest in peace will we meet the only One who can judge us."

"And only the Emperor can judge us for our crimes."

Is this a kind of luck or misfortune?
he does not know.

But he knew that from this moment on, his loyal object was only Karl.

Seeing this, Karl is not good at interrupting the red beard.

Instead, Petronilla on the side piqued his interest.

She actually chose a huge black scythe as a weapon, which was something Carl had never imagined.

Coupled with the bright black Assassin Court standard trench coat on her at the moment, it really feels a little scary.

"Boom"

A heavy metal thud distracted Carl.

When he turned around, he realized that Abadan had bumped into the side of the stairs from his unsteady foot.

"Both of these are untouchables?"

As if to cover up the little embarrassment just now, Abadan immediately began to change the subject.

Of course, because of the narrow space in the back, Loken, who almost made the same mistake under the dual effects of physics and psychology, also immediately noticed this.

He is very familiar with this breath.

That's the feeling of the psychic suppression force field that comes with those silent nuns.

Of course, this restrained stance is not all good.

It is true that for psyker enemies, this kind of "silence" bug ability is really powerful.

But the side effect of this is that ordinary people will continue to feel uncomfortable as long as they stay in this position.

Like black holes in subspaces, these psionic suppression force fields will also interfere with the soul projections of ordinary people nearby.

At this moment, Abadan and Loken finally understood why Karl didn't choose to let Redbeard and Petronilla go up, but insisted on coming down.

"To be precise, it used to be, it is now, but it won't be soon."

He walked aside on his own, and started working with some simple workbenches that Teska had prepared a long time ago.

The principle of this device is actually not complicated.

According to the design drawing, this is an energy storage ring floating above the head.

Utilize the property that the black stone can switch between subspace suppressed state/subspace active state, and absorb the psychic suppression force field emitted by the untouchables.

And as a compensation, after accumulating for a period of time, they can actively choose to activate a psionic suppression force field whose power is much higher than usual.

Belonging is to take all the advantages, and the disadvantage is to not eat at all.

And the device itself does not have a high manufacturing threshold, the only problem is that this thing is not well designed.

Carefully feeling the psychic suppression force field emanating from Redbeard and Petronilla, Karl knew that there was no way to mass-produce this thing.

Everyone's soul is different.

Maybe roughly the same, but the details are vastly different.

And just as organ transplantation will produce rejection, this kind of aura that even needs to be embedded in a part of the soul must also be tailor-made.

In particular, the special matrix responsible for regulating the space power of Blackstone Inner Asia is the only one in the entire galaxy that has no branches.

This means that each halo is unique and unique.

"ding ding dong"

Abadan and Loken, who only dared to observe the boss's operation from a distance, were guessing what Karl planned to do.

"Was, is, but not soon? Is it or is it not?"

Abadan seemed a little confused by Carl's tongue twister.

Could there be something weird like a "quantum superposition state" for something like an untouchable?

"Can't be sure, but it doesn't seem like a bad thing."

In fact, Loken didn't quite understand what Karl wanted to do.

But he knew the origin of these two black stones.

Since Karl had long planned to take these two stones from the necromancer grave, it was not difficult for Loken to deduce that all of this was already in Karl's plan.

At this moment, even Loken could only lament the horror of the Emperor's Envoy.

I went to the battlefield, and I went to the workshop... cough cough cough
It can be called a model of the emperor beating workers.

But when Loken concentrated on watching Karl tinkering with those machines that he didn't know what to do with them, he felt another line of sight.

Subconsciously turning his head to look aside, he discovered that the source of his gaze was the man with the red beard.

For a moment, Loken was stunned.

It was a sense of familiarity, he seemed to know this person!
But soon Loken shook his head.

(How is that possible? It has been 1 years.)
Even the Astartes may not be able to withstand such a long test of time, let alone those mortals.

Thinking of this, a sense of sadness swept Loken's heart.

It's a sense of unreality.

In the blink of an eye, 1 years passed by.

Life is short and insignificant, and human beings cannot break through the fateful death.

Although he didn't ask the Abbadans about the details of the Dawen satellite battle, Loken had already guessed the ending of that story from the few words recounted by those Abadans.

They are lucky to be the redeemed half.

But at the same time, the Four Gods also took the other half.

As the warning on the "Astartes Lotto" tells.

=This is the book of keeping secrets, this is the method of compensation=
But it's different from Loken.

The red beard didn't seem to be paying attention to the "acquaintance".

Facing the sudden appearance of the two "big men", the red beard felt a kind of shock.

As for the report on Abbadan and Loken's return, as the head of the Assassin Court who holds the secrets in the B-13 hive capital, he must be clear.

But as the saying goes, it is better to see once than hear a hundred times.

Only when he really faced these big guys, could he feel the strength gap between the two sides from the terrifying armor.

But because of this, he admired Karl's strength even more in his heart.

It was clear that Karl had a clear affiliation with the two Astartes.

And what is even more exaggerated is that these two Astartes actually took the initiative to lower their figures.

It's just crazy.

Although Karl was wearing the identity of the Emperor's Envoy, the contrast caused by the difference in body size still deeply shocked the little red-bearded Karl.

But even so, the red beard managed his expression very well.

As the head of the Assassination Chamber, he had to lead the way well.

Calmness is the first lesson they have to practice.

"It's done, which one of you will try first?"

The inquiry from Carl broke the awkward atmosphere.

Shaking the two halos in his hand, he looked at Redbeard and Petronilla.

"I'll come first."

Without any hesitation, the red beard walked up one step ahead of Petronilla.

At this point, he has no reason to back down.

But then it was a little embarrassing.

After receiving the halo, the red beard stared at it several times but couldn't figure out how to use it.

Seeing this, Carl immediately began to assume the responsibility of professional after-sales service.

"Raise it above your head and shout for the Emperor."

It is said that the red beard has no mother-in-law.

Immediately raised the halo in his hand above his head.

"For the Emperor!"

In an instant, everything around seemed to stand still at this moment.

He saw the halo in his hand gradually light up.

This still and changing scene gave Redbeard a sense of absurdity.

He tried to move his body, but found that his body could not move at all like the world around him also fell into stasis.

(what went wrong?)

This was Redbeard's first reaction.

But looking at Carl's confident expression in the distance, he didn't dare to draw conclusions lightly.

But at this moment, the halo in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, covering everything around him.

At this moment, it seems that some dusty memories have been unshackled.

==004.M31 Devon Satellite==
"Cordwina!"

"Cordwina!"

(Who is that?)
The urgent shout echoed in his ears.

It was a name that was both strange and familiar.

Trying to move the body but found that he is not the real master of the body.

Like a passerby in a hurry, he can only watch this memory from no one as a bystander.

But the strange thing is that this unalterable memory is so real.

It was so real that every bit of pain that came from his body seemed like he had really experienced it.

Fortunately, for the time being, the physical injury suffered by this body is not fatal.

"cough cough"

After coughing up a mouthful of pus and blood, the owner of the perspective (Kordwina) barely supported himself on his knees.

There are continuous explosions in my ears, and it sounds like I am going through a battle of horror.

He was wearing a piece of armor that he didn't recognize at all.

Judging from the touch from the head, it seems to be a leather hat with a large brim.

And as the owner of the perspective raised his head, he also saw the enemy in front of him clearly for the first time.

That is.

An Astartes?
And no matter how you look at it, this Astarte has an indescribable similarity to the two Astartes standing beside him just now.

No, that is simply a "battle group" person.

At this moment, the red beard's heart instantly became half cold.

(Hey guys, what's going on?)
However, before the red beard could react, the owner of this body immediately moved again.

"We must hold them here, no matter the cost!"

(them?)

In the next second, several other sons of Horus who rushed out from a distance responded to his doubts.

"Look for cover!"

The bombs rang out, and those Astartes exclusive large-caliber bombs rained down on the precarious defense line.

In every explosion, the red beard could feel the grief in the heart of the owner of this body.

It was the pain of losing a brother and an acquaintance.

The red beard is also very familiar with this.

In this regard, he is no different from the owner of this body.

Death follows like a shadow, the roar of the God of War.

Fortunately, this roar did not last.

In the air strike of the other party reloading, the owner of this body organized a wave of counterattacks.

Melta rays and light bolters shot at the hostile Astartes without paying.

(Alas, there is no possibility of breaking the defense at all.)
This is Red Beard's final evaluation of this behavior.

Although he couldn't understand those fancy weapons, the dogma that Astartes were invincible had long been engraved in his heart.

This is not surprising.

Because Redbeard's original occupation was a mercenary.

As the leader of the mercenary group, he must reasonably evaluate "risk and price" before each action.

Therefore, tasks that involve the battle group and the Astartes are directly screened out by default.

Of course, he never thought that he would be related to these existences that only existed in legends.

But beyond his expectations.

The weapons in the hands of the surrounding friendly forces actually worked.

Those seemingly invincible giants also suffered certain casualties.

Melta rays pierced through their armor, leaving deadly charred wounds.

The light explosive bombs also used the shrapnel and shock waves of the explosion to temporarily stop the giants from advancing to a certain extent.

But that's all they can do.

As more and more Astartes rushed to the battlefield, the balance of victory had begun to tilt irreversibly.

Intensive explosions destroyed almost all bunkers that could be used for defense.

But at this moment, they have no way to retreat.

In the compartment behind is Kylia who is trying to change everything.

Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's reloading, Koldwina issued the final order.

"The 231th Company of the 7st Regiment of the Sun Auxiliary Army, charge with me!"

He didn't hesitate because he knew this was his last chance.

The Taleris stormtroopers were the first to leap out of their crumbling bunkers as the order came.

Armed with giant axes and wearing thick armor, they are also the few existences in the entire Sun Auxiliary Army who can compete with the Astartes in close combat.

Unfortunately, as far as the current situation is concerned, their number is still too small.

With just one encounter, these Talerian stormtroopers were consumed by howling power axes and chainswords.

And at this moment, the red beard finally discovered the clue.

The group of Astartes on the opposite side seemed a bit out of place.

The supposedly clean armor seemed to be coated with a layer of black paint.

And the red beard who had dealt with corruption a lot knew that it was a trace of corruption from chaos.

Unsurprisingly.

Like a moth to a flame, this body was easily blown away by the opponent's axe.

Thanks to him, he subconsciously blocked it with the scimitar in his hand.

Otherwise, being split in half with an ax might be his destiny.

The gap in strength is too huge.

They have tried their best when the number of people and the strength of individual soldiers are crushed at the same time.

The battle is over.

The corrupted Astartes were sprinting towards the last gate in the distance.

The rumbling and vibrating sound they made when they stepped on the floor hit the dislocated internal organs of the body lying on the ground again and again.

Is he dead?

Maybe the current situation is enough to give him the death sentence.

Fatigue hit like a tide.

Subconsciously wanted to help the big-brimmed hat on top of his head, but found that it had long since disappeared.

The picture of memory is fixed on a badge.

=A blue planet, a world in a dream, a once shattered utopia=
However, the illusion of the red beard did not seem to end there.

In the blink of an eye, dazzling golden light enveloped everything around.

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(End of this chapter)