Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 261 City of Ruins
= about 2 hours later =
"The recording is over, these 40 copies are enough for you to watch for a while."

Letting go of the servo skull in his hand, Karl let Erica, the sage who was already somewhat "hungry and thirsty", take it away.

She didn't even want to wait until she got back inside the mechanical church, but started "gobbling" right where she was.

At this moment, it seemed that everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

Only the servo skull trembling under the pressure in his hand is the only truth in the world.

Seeing this, Karl was too embarrassed to bother her, so he left a note and roughly explained her follow-up tasks.

In fact, it's not difficult, just remember to detect the message sent by a certain "Necro Lord Beat Worker".

As for the specific encrypted communication method, Karl has already recorded it in the first article of STC.

But to be honest, he doesn't think there will be much progress in this line in the short term.

After all, the interior of the tomb is really too big, and most of the teleportation devices that were originally used for passage fell into the hands of the berserk skinners.

Therefore, the task of his newly recruited "worker" Necromancer Sare is still somewhat arduous.

Fortunately, they are all old fritters. Since he has the ability to sneak out, he will naturally have the ability to sneak back with the "authority card that Traasin gave Karl before".

Although Karl didn't know why Traasin had obtained these special permissions in a necromancer tomb.

But it is obvious that this secret can only be known to him when the worker and the treasure digging work have made some progress.

"It's here."

Just as he was thinking about what weapons to bring, Abadan and Loken, who had arrived late, finally arrived at the platform.

Under the iconic soaring braid, Aba Dan is eagerly waiting to kill someone.

As for Loken, he was much more low-key, but careful observation revealed that he was wearing an extra "I" badge representing the church on his chest at this moment.

Seeing this situation, Karl felt a little bit like complaining, after all, it was somewhat weird that Astartes wanted to join the state religion.

But then again, he, a person who fiddled with the power of the four gods all day long, became an envoy of the emperor, and the most subordinates were the "Skaven rats" who were regarded as heretics.

Well, it's magical.

It is also thanks to the genuine Black Warmaster who made the big rift out, otherwise his heresy behavior would be more or less subject to an extermination order.

He kicked a bolt gun casually and rushed directly to the driver's seat.

After all, even if Loken or Abadan can drive this thing, these driving seats specially designed for mortals or machine servants will definitely not be able to accommodate these two great gods.

"There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety is the first. If you don't wear a seat belt on a boat, the war commander will cry when you go out."

Of course, there is a bit of a joke here.

At least the jumping backpacks on the backs of these two are not vegetarian, even if the boat falls directly, it will be fine.

However, unlike these two, Redbeard and Petronilla still fastened their seat belts obediently.

=The flight channel is opening=
= Verification is the most authorized, verification passed =
=Deduct the number of privileges for using the flight channel once, and the remaining %￥# times=
=Welcome the VIP "The Most Beautiful, Smart and Wisdom Sage in the Galaxy" to use again=
Ah, this...

It's hard to imagine who this thing is, and the number of people involved is far lower than that of 10% sages.

But to be honest, this kind of operation of directly hacking other people's billing system is quite in line with the "grave digger" label she showed before.

After all, no one wants to wake up and see that their home has been planed into a mess, and there are a lot of crime marks left.

Who can bear this, he will definitely pat his ass and follow the clues to get revenge.

Even Karl couldn't bear the situation, he didn't think the group of Necrons would be easy to talk to.

"buzzing"

It was the sound of the engine warming up.

As the top compartments are sequentially pulled open, a flight path to the outside is also freed.

Looking at the overly spacious headroom in front of him, Rao even Karl had to sigh.

"No wonder there is a fee for this thing."

Yes, the interior of the hive capital itself is very expensive.

This kind of passage is dedicated to the advancement of aircraft. If Erica did not make a deal with the previous nobles, Karl would not believe it at all.

But that's the way it is with the Adeptus Mechanicus, it's quick to spend and fast to earn.

As a giant intergalactic monopoly far beyond those corporations in the cyberpunk world.

Money is just a series of indifferent numbers to the senior members of the Mechanic Order.

Therefore, it is not so much that Erica spends money on these slightly extravagant things.

It's better to say that these are some kind of welfare halo that comes with the Mechanic Order.

Like the escape route repaired for the "Kapinus family-Gudvi Viva", it is a manifestation of privileges that have been solidified in the empire for thousands of years.

The engine roared, and its majestic power easily pushed the small broken ship into flight.

It's a wide-open passage, almost the best drag racing scene.

So much so that Karl still found many "Akina's characteristic brake marks" left after the failure of pretense at some relatively large corners.

But here's where it gets interesting.

When he thought of the information he found in the spare time just now, the name Gudwi Viva aroused Karl's interest.

He comes from the family of Capinus and is an astropath.

Carl's impression of him before may have stayed as a crazy rich old man.

Add at most a little mystery from the Capinus family, the ancient Terran family.

And after sending Karl to the mechanical church, the old man disappeared mysteriously.

Carl hadn't gotten his latest news until just now.

This guy actually went to the B-33 Hive Capital to solicit investment.

It is said that the "general" friend he mentioned earlier is over there.

Well done!

This kind of unknown talent who volunteers to work overtime for the Emperor is really great.

Of course this is not the end.

Another old acquaintance of Carl's was also involved in this incident - Blake

To Carl's shock, it didn't take long.

The debt on his back has been offset by nearly half.

This is too exaggerated.

This kind of little person who can be forgotten at a glance actually made a big wave behind his back.

He actually recruited a group of people in Bottom Nest, and then collectively joined a recruitment plan of Seed of Hope.

And now, he is one of the leaders of the new state church's reconnaissance team in the B-23 and B-33 hives.

Why would an honest person who just wanted to work in peace suddenly change his temperament drastically.

Is it the temptation of the seed of hope, or the pressure of not paying off the debt?
Actually neither.

It is faith in the Emperor.

Well, at least that's what he wrote himself on the application form.

Considering that he had recruited a large group of tool people, Teska passed the plan after weighing it.

But a premise is added - only when information value is truly generated can the debt be eliminated.

Belonging is only performance, commission, no basic salary.

It's outrageous, at least Karl felt that it was necessary to confirm for himself whether this guy had secretly defected to Chaos on this trip.

With such a high level of consciousness suddenly, it is hard not to make people wonder if this guy has a conspiracy.

"huhuhuhu"

The oncoming gust of wind suddenly caused a violent shock to those who had just flown out of the outer edge of the B-13 hive capital.

The surroundings were still extremely dark, and thick black clouds still enveloped the entire sky of Frank III.

That is the result of the ruthless development of heavy industry for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.

What is environmental protection, can it be eaten?
Facing the howling wind around him, Karl controlled the "small sampan" in his hand and flew towards the thick clouds.

At this moment, he finally saw the appearance of B-13's hive capital.

The spire is still like the tip of a cone, piercing through the thick clouds.

There, the sun will belong to a few dignitaries.

At least for most of the life cycle of this hive city, only a very small number of people can really experience daylight.

Like a cage upside down on the cracked ground, the existence named Hive City B-13 sent away waves of tired souls.

This is where they were born, where they grew up, where they were disappointed, and where they rotted.

After crossing the slightly yellow and thick clouds, it finally gives people the impression of seeing the sun through the clouds.

Heat is transmitted to the skin by light, and too much ultraviolet light gives people a burning sensation.

=Lock route, arrive at No. B-68 in 23 minutes after estimated arrival time=
After simply hanging up the operation panel, Karl leaned back on the obviously diaphragmatic chair.

But it seems that this chair can't really be blamed, it's just that the jumping backpack behind his armor blocks the comfortable backrest.

I want to take a nap, but I feel uncomfortable.

But if you just want to take a break, then taking off the jumping backpack on your back is somewhat like making dumplings for vinegar.

Fortunately, he just woke up and he wasn't very sleepy.

So bored, he turned his attention to the four people behind him who had their own thoughts.

Among them, Petronilla looks relatively simple, just curious about the scenery outside.

As for the red beard, he has been fiddling with the tablet in his hand since he got on the boat.

If it wasn't for Carl who could see his page by simply adjusting the background, otherwise he would be labeled as an Internet addict uncle.

Carefully studying the information sent back and assigning some tasks to the members of the assassination court on time is the progress that Redbeard has been catching up with.

Looking back, Aba Dan was looking out of the window thoughtfully, wondering what the Lord who had just woken up was thinking about getting up.

And if the red beard counts as "mobile office", then Loken is obviously fishing with pay.

Opening the background, Karl found that he was actually carefully studying the internal functions of this Seed of Hope system.

Well, this is indeed in line with Loken's personality who likes to discover secrets.

So in the next short period of boring time, Carl secretly stalked Loken in the background with the pleasure of spying on the screen.

But soon, he got tired of it.

What kind of person, just look at it but not eat it.

During the whole process, Loken flipped through the tasks in the system page by page.

Carl was pretty sure he had thought through every word of the assignment.

But with that feeling, I just take a look and don't click in.

"What a boring man."

In fact, Karl has roughly guessed Loken's thoughts.

He did all this just to monitor whether these moths that Karl engaged in had any risk of mutiny.

The mistake Son of Horus made in M31, he probably doesn't want to go through it again.

= There are still 2 minutes to the destination, and the automatic cruise is disconnected =
Time passed slowly in boredom, and even Petronilla, who was a little excited at first, leaned back on the back chair and dozed off.

That's right, she slipped out to play almost all night last night.

It would be strange if I wasn't sleepy now.

"Wake up, it's about to descend."

After a reminder, Carl took over the control from the automatic cruise.

Push the joystick down, and the small sampan headed down the clouds again.

The setting sun covered the tops of the heavy clouds with its last golden hues.

The clouds that seem to never dissipate, like dark dishes coated with sugar, make all those who are about to break into it to taste the darkness and blood feel uneasy.

As expected, nothing was visible this time after passing through the thick cloud cover.

This situation of blind eyes formed a huge contrast with the B-23 nest clearly marked on the map.

According to common sense, regardless of the lack of lighting and energy supply, the bottom nest and the bottom nest.

At least the spiers at the top of every hive will always have some kind of illumination for the rich.

And taking another 13 steps, even the more "remote" B-[-] nests can cover the spire above the clouds.

Then the B-23 hive capital that is closer to the upper capital circle of Frank III, under this comparison mode of aristocratic governance, it is impossible to build a B-13 hive capital that is more stingy than Karl's current management.

In this industrial hive world where most residents never see the sun for a lifetime, being able to see the sun every day is also a reflection of identity value.

They are all smart people, and it is impossible for nobles to give up this prominent way of status.

The more you dig down, the more horror you can discover.

It was a huge ruin.

It's hard to imagine what could have happened here to cause so much damage to a hive.

When the searchlight was shot, there was a strange feeling in the ruins.

Broken statues from the spire, high-end billboards from the upper nest, broken work clothes from the lower nest.

These objects, which could not have appeared in the same picture, were brought together by chance after a complete destruction.

Ironically, those things that efforts failed to achieve, were finally achieved in a ruin.

Perhaps in M42, the only thing that remains fair is death without discrimination.

"Well, maybe even death isn't fair."

Continue to control the small sampan to descend. On the edge of the huge ruins, a few lights flickering in the wind show the tenacity of life.

Judging from the scale, it is estimated that this refugee camp has a scale of 10 to 15 people.

This number looks huge on the surface, but in fact, considering the original population of more than 5000w in this hive capital.
The survival rate is as high as 0.3%, which has the beauty of drawing cards in ancient times.

Still without a guarantee.

Fly towards a landing point that has been leveled and surrounded by special lights.

Rao Karl also has to sigh - the action power of debt transformation is really terrible
"Go back and pay off the debt on his account, and then ask him if he wants to join the assassination court."

Looking at some red beards who were slapped in the face by "temporary workers", Carl gave his advice.

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(End of this chapter)