Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 259 Rebirth of the Ancient Shaft
8 hours passed in a flash, and I felt refreshed.

Then, a red beard with black lines came into Karl's sight.

Don't even think about it, this guy must have received a beating from society before Karl woke up.

Normal people who wear a golden halo on the street, hello.

And without the existence of the standpoint that strangers should not approach each other, the red beard obviously has not adapted to this feeling of "integrating into society".

Therefore, it is not surprising that Carl has a red beard with black lines in front of his eyes.

"Shall we wear a hood?"

=It seems that the black line is deeper=
"Okay, let's go to the sage Erica Leta 4 first, and get the transportation later."

Quickly stop a topic that is going in a bad direction.

Karl quickly moved the shield out.

To be honest, in a short period of time, he really didn't think about how to deal with this halo like the second illness.

He designed it this way for a special reason.

Only by maintaining this form can the black stone energy storage device in it operate normally.

This device must be isolated from the user's body to a certain extent. Apart from the halo floating above the head, Carl really didn't think of any specific and secure structure.

Fortunately, this problem is not important in the B-13 hive.

As the base camp of the emperor's believers, besides the sacred attribute and the title of "advanced VIP", the halo above the head does not seem to have too many negative effects.

That is to say, Redbeard wants to experience the life of a real ordinary person, and this slightly weird request cannot be met.

After all, whoever saw a local tyrant wearing big gold necklaces going out would not treat him like an ordinary person.

It has nothing to do with respect.

It was simply crushed by "tremendous inhumanity".

How should I put it, Karl prefers to call it—the troubles of the rich
Hearing this, the red beard had no choice but to give up.

After all, Karl helped him solve the "curse" that had plagued him all his life.

Besides, the effect of this halo is far from being as simple as removing the curse.

Redbeard didn't even need Karl to demonstrate how strong the enhanced warp suppression field could be at any time.

As for the weird dream, the red beard said that it had passed long ago.

There is no point in dwelling on the phantoms of the past, at least in Red Beard's view, living in the present is the best choice.

In that miraculous dream, he had already chosen his own future path.

Picking up a hood, the red beard looked at Petronilla at the side, and greeted: "Let's go, this time it's your turn to perform well."

indeed.

At least Karl can only half agree with the red beard's point of view.

After wearing the halo, Petronilla can only say that his strength is a bit "floating too much".

It is true that when facing weird things in the subspace, she can play a role hundreds of times more than ordinary people.

After all, if the position of restraint is placed here, unless the Four Gods choose to visit in person, they will more or less turn the boat in the gutter.

At this point, Karl is quite confident about his favorite work.

But then again, if the enemy doesn't use warp power or psionic power at all,
Then Petronilla's usefulness is quite limited.

But Abadan and Loken are not vegetarians.

If the influence of the subspace is removed, even if you search the entire Frank No. [-] Karl, you can't find anyone who can single-handedly defeat these two gods of war.

The combination of these two pairs is simply a perfect match.

One team is in charge of "silence", and the other team is in charge of "output".

When the four gods came, they all called card bugs.

But there seems to be a small problem here, how do they get to the mechanical church where the sage Erika Leta 4 is?
Glancing at the small tablet that has been inseparable for a long time, the red beard raised his own doubts.

"But if there are only four hours, how can I go up there?"

In fact, this sentence is quite euphemistic.

You must know that the plan sent by Karl is to gather for the B-12 hive capital in 23 hours.

Redbeard doesn't know what others think, but in his perception, this is an impossible plan.

Excluding the 8 hours of rest, the remaining 4 hours can't even go to the mechanical cathedral on the inner track of the Hive City.

And from the current point of view, Karl didn't even have the idea of ​​calling Abbadan or Loken to gather.

This is so strange, I followed Carl all the way.

There were more and more question marks in Redbeard's mind.

Is this direction wrong?

As the chief manager of the Assassin Court who holds almost all the secrets in the Hive City, Redbeard has long been used to the "authority" of knowing everything.

It can be said that in this Hive City, he is an all-knowing person in another sense.

But this time, Karl seems to have brought him a long-lost "surprise".

"Oh?"

Facing the question from the red beard, a small question mark also popped up in Carl's mind.

He actually thought Redbeard knew about this part of the plan, but it seemed the Skavens had gone the extra mile to keep it secret.

After thinking for a while, Carl scratched a document onto the red beard's tablet.

"See for yourself."

Following Carl's wishes and clicking on the document, the red beard instantly experienced the shock.

If the Seed of Hope project seems too far away, it is difficult to give the red beard who emphasizes pragmatism any sense of reality.

Then this giant elevator right in front of us can most intuitively introduce to Red Beard what is "the pinnacle masterpiece of biotechnology".

Just like the once-abandoned giant elevator shafts in the Bottom Hive, this straight-up-down transportation method once occupied an extremely important place at a certain node in the development of the Hive City.

But soon, with the emergence of monopoly families, these big guys from the old era gradually decayed and fell into the rust that grew thicker year by year.

There is no reason for it - there is no such demand.

To maintain the operation of a huge elevator, the manpower and material resources consumed during the period are far beyond what can be recovered by loading those ordinary industrial products.

Not counting the fuel costs of those mosquito legs, the maintenance of these elevators alone is an astronomical sum.

Maintaining the price of this thing is a lot of money to be shared among every passenger.

After the Hive City passed through the initial period of brutal expansion and construction, most people lost the ability to spend on such luxury items.

The train next door is slow, but it is cheaper.

It is true that the straight line between two points is the shortest, but just like the so-called "direct express", the shortest does not mean the cheapest.

Therefore, under the market transaction economy dominated by the aristocrats.

Lack of maintenance funds, high accident rate, and these giant elevators that will only keep losing money are naturally abandoned.

After all, as a high-consumption group, they don't want to die young.

So this group of nobles turned their attention to the train, and this is how the luxury stations (abandoned) that Carl had seen before appeared.

The train, a way of traveling that can be both social and pretentious, is several dimensions more "high-end" than those squeaking elevators.

In fact, it is not difficult to see from the above that, in the final analysis, it is a question of money.

The industrial products produced in the hive capital will naturally choose cheaper trains, and the nobles will not take the elevator to the bottom hive for "travel".

So it is not surprising that this thing was abandoned after completing its mission of mass transportation in the early stage of construction.

But as the saying goes.

30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi.

What is "cost" for Carl?
He doesn't need to pay the Skavens who are responsible for maintenance, and he has all the resources in the entire hive city, and he is planning to make a big construction here.

So he has no reason not to restore these "cultural relics" left over from history.

Now the red beard has realized - um - half

Looking at a steel plate hanging by a rope in front of him, the red beard really couldn't hold back anymore.

"No, let's use this thing to go up?"

"Otherwise pinch?"

High EQ: Excellent environmental protection and safe pure mouse force elevator.

Low emotional intelligence; no safety measures at all, a non-uniform balance board fluttering in the wind, does not look like a very reliable small sampan.

As a representative of high emotional intelligence, Redbeard still chose the former.

(Well, this must be the Emperor's test of my loyalty.)
Of course, the only pity is that this hesitation did not escape Karl's sharp eyes.

In this regard, Carl said, you can rest assured that I will handle the matter.

If this thing can fall, he will open the jumping backpack behind him on the spot and run away.

emm, and by the way, fish up the Petronila.

As for the red beard, just hang it on the handle of the sickle.

In short, with a jumping backpack hanging behind him, and Carl dressed like an "Iron Man", in the eyes of the red beard, it is true that standing and talking does not hurt his back.

But what to do?
He can't "krypton" overcome difficulties, he can only overcome difficulties.

"Pull."

A simple signal stick was marked by Karl.

Bright red flames illuminated the shadowy shaft above.

Several hanging composite material ropes constitute the only visual anchor point in the monotonous space

It has a retro feel to it, with an eerie feel to it from the decayed and rusted exterior walls around it.

Some protruding metal broken beams reminded everyone of the previous role of this place.

But to Red Beard's surprise, this seemingly simple hanging basket seems to be quite stable.

Of course, this is probably also due to Karl's fine-tuning.

In the final analysis, this is just a small "balance" game. As long as Redbeard and Petronilla don't move around, he can easily complete the trimming operation.

As long as the fluctuations in the tension from above are not too outrageous, then maintaining a balance is really not a big problem.

But to be honest, the experience of this thing is not very good.

Since the source of the pulling force is a group of Skaven rats who are constantly pulling the rope, the output force from the rope is not very stable.

This kind of rubbing and rubbing feeling can only make Carl say that he can make do with it.

There is no way, the fuel in the jumping backpack behind Karl is not enough for him to fly up directly.

And the upper floor couldn't move an engine to make a crane for a while.

In addition, wanting to restore these giant elevators that have been abandoned for an unknown number of years is definitely not a task that can be completed with a slap in the butt.

So we can only make do with it.

Amidst the dull pulling of fibers, the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

Petronilla, who was not good at words, naturally found a corner and stayed by herself.

And the red beard who just received a little shock is still digesting.

Seeing this, Karl had no choice but to start a desertion.

To be honest, the current situation is far from perfect.

The Four Gods are not fools. If the Emperor has made so many arrangements in advance on Frank III, it is hard for Karl not to think about countermeasures to deal with the unexpected.

What purpose do they have?
In short, Karl always felt that the journey to the B-23 and B-33 Hive Capital was not so simple.

But in a short time, he couldn't think of any operations that could be arranged in advance.

It can be said that all his impressions of the outside of the B-13 hive capital are still on the reports.

No matter how many reports he read, he still couldn't imagine how a nest collapsed into ruins.

Although Prospero had already experienced the weird ceremony that sacrificed almost the entire planet, he still felt a little uneasy about the B-23 nest that was sacrificed in Franco's letter.

You know, there is no Son of Fenris here to stand for him.

When it comes to military strength, even if the new crusaders swallowed up the PDF troops that originally belonged to the local nobles of B-13, it would not be enough to watch at this level of battle.

After Drake's "new toys" are put together later, it is possible to get involved in a battle of that level.

But after thinking so much, it's purely looking for something to do.

There are too many variables, and sometimes it may be a relief to obey the destiny.

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to turn his gaze to the only living person on the field out of boredom.

The red beard still had black lines on his face, looking at the slightly permeable side wall of the abandoned shaft illuminated by the red signal stick.

On the other side, Petronilla seemed to be catching up on sleep, shrinking in another corner to catch up on sleep.

It is not difficult to infer from some special food residues left at the corner of her mouth, this guy obviously ran around outside the church after Carl fell asleep last night.

Fortunately, this situation is nothing worthy of Karl's concern. After all, with the training intensity of the red beard, it is difficult to say that anyone can beat the master who is carrying the sickle.

Besides, from the corners of her slightly raised mouth, it is not difficult to guess the feeling of being able to blend in the crowd just by putting on a hood.

It can only be said that certain daily routines in the eyes of ordinary people have a different meaning for certain special groups of people.

Extremely bored, he had no choice but to turn his gaze to the wall illuminated by red light.

The outer walls are full of traces of time.

Fortunately, thanks to the advantage of the shortest straight line between the two points, this section has to run a long distance by train for a whole day, and the progress bar is quickly run out.

It wasn't until the blue light came from above that everyone came back to their senses and realized that they had returned to the height of the Mechanical Church.

It wasn't until this moment that the red beard saw clearly the simple device that temporarily fished him out.

Take a breath of cold air.

That's really just a few fixed pulleys, plus a group of rats who are trying to pull them by hand.

At this moment, even the red beard had to admit that these Skavens were really useful.

"Grumpy"

After the three of them left the platform, the group of industrious rats began to put down the seemingly precarious platform again.

Then he looked at the grunts who were responsible for bearing the load.

The red beard always felt that Loken and Abba, who were going to use this thing later, might be a little overwhelmed.

However, before he had time to marvel at this kind of "saving" operation, a skull flew in front of his face, giving him a little shock from the "genuine" mechanical sage.

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(End of this chapter)