Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 29 The Garden of Thorns - Caleb Allin

The moment he let go of Pedroni's hand, the familiar ravings of Dokar reappeared in his ears.

Only at this moment did he understand the mechanism by which the power of hope had been deducted.

It was the emperor who temporarily helped him block the backlash from chaos.

But unless Karl was prepared to live with the power of hope, he would have to face the corrupting forces of the Warp himself.

"Oh, is this the so-called price?" Karl laughed at himself.

The room Karl is in is not that big. In fact, it is only more than ten meters from the bed to the bathroom.

But it is precisely this more than ten meters that seems extraordinarily long in his eyes.

This feeling is more like asking you to get an injection when you were a child.

Even if you know, the injection will only hurt slightly, and even if the doctor is skilled, you will hardly feel anything.

But the puncture fear of the needle inserted into the skin will still give you a certain amount of psychological pressure to a certain extent.

This point couldn't be more suitable for Karl now.

After experiencing the "Blessing of Nurgle" once, Karl, who was almost tortured to death, is extremely disgusted with this thing now.

But there is no way, it was already enjoyable when he crushed the enemy with violent force, and now Karl must pay the price alone.

Stepping on the soft artificial carpet in the room, Karl deliberately slowed down.

During this brief interval, Karl suddenly thought of whether he could contact the "suspected senior member of the Tribunal" who passed by just now.

But he thought about it again, what would he use to prove his identity?

Do you want to show her the wind of revival of the Nurgle card, or the violent power of the khorne card in front of her?

In short, let Franco explore the way first.

Thinking of this, Carl has already walked to the door of the bathroom.

As Karl moved away from Petronilla's psychic restricted area, the ravings in Karl's ear also began to become louder.

However, Karl can bear this level of raving for the time being.

(Could it be that the Emperor wants to take this opportunity to increase my resistance to these corruptions?)

But unfortunately, his whimsical ideas did not receive any response.

Helpless, Carl could only walk into the bathroom alone.

(Since the Emperor chose to let me take this test, there must be a reason for it.)
After he figured it out, his heart felt much more comfortable.

Silently filling the bathtub with cold water, Carl slowly took off the burqa that was wrapped around him layer by layer.

Looking at the whole tank of cold water in front of him, Carl soaked it without any hesitation.

The icy but not so bone-piercing cold water instantly sobered up his brain, which had been tortured by the ravings to the point where it was a little blurry.

Taking advantage of the flashback, Carl thought about taking a bath by the way?

But just when he was about to reach for the soap, a scratch suddenly appeared on Carl's left hand out of thin air.

And as the scratches appeared, blood began to gushes from those wounds.

In an instant, the wound mixed with icy cold water, bringing the pain Carl felt to a new level.

But Karl didn't faint like last time.

(It's all an illusion!)
Karl kept hinting to himself in his mind.

Relying on strong willpower, Karl remained conscious even though his body was covered with wounds.

(Look Khorne, such is the courage of men!)
But it seems that seeing that this level of corruption is not enough to produce an effect, a certain boss specially gave Karl an extra meal.

In Carl's eyes, everything around him began to distort again.

The originally white and smooth bathroom tiles began to decay quickly.

And countless roses began to grow on the wall.

Of course, these are not roses for viewing. On these extremely long-stemmed roses, even the flowers are covered with spikes.

Countless roses began to entangle Karl.

As these spikes slashed across Karl's already blood-drenched skin, bursts of pain that were far more intense than before hit Karl's remaining consciousness again.

At this moment, Karl's sanity, like a flat boat sailing alone in a storm, is on the verge of collapse.

This time, no matter how frantically Karl reminded himself that this was an illusion, it would not help.

He could clearly feel that his sanity was about to collapse completely, just like his body that was becoming dilapidated and withered, and turned into the nourishment of these thorny roses.

But at this critical juncture, he seemed to realize something.

(Before Nurgle's "teaching", it was Petronilla's hands that finally broke the game, which brought Karl a sense of comfort.)
(So ​​this time, facing the "teaching" of Khorne...)
After sorting everything out, he smiled.

I saw Karl, who had already been strangled by thorns and rosebushes into a state of "scraping bones to cure poison", suddenly stood up in the pool of blood.

Even though Karl's whole body was trembling at this moment, every remaining nerve was crazily alarming towards Karl's brain.

But he stood up anyway.

Yes, if you want to pass this level, you can only face the corruption of Khorne with the courage of never admitting defeat!

And at the moment when Karl stood up, it seemed that he recognized his courage, and the wildly growing thorn rose bushes around him suddenly stopped.

But this time, Karl didn't immediately return to reality.

Dragging his heavy body, he began to look around.

This is no longer the bathroom where Karl was before, but fortunately, the thorn roses that have stopped growing around him still remind him that this is just an illusion.

But when Carl was thinking about how to leave this illusion, a sob came into his ears from a distance.

Following the direction of the source of the sound, he trotted over quickly, regardless of the new wounds on his body that were once again scratched by thorns and rose bushes.

And when Carl ran to the source of the sound, he found a "soldier" who was also covered in wounds crying.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

Seeing this, Karl didn't know what was going on, so he could only ask the boy who looked like a "soldier" in front of him first.

"I, I, my name is Caleb Allin."

It seemed that he was extremely surprised by Karl's appearance. The boy stopped crying immediately as if he was afraid of losing face, but Karl could still see from the boy's trembling body that the test of Thorn Rose had exceeded the upper limit that the boy could bear in his heart.

But Carl could still tell from the bloodstains along the way that at least the boy had struggled hard.

It's just that this kind of test has an elimination rate.

But the kind-hearted Carl, although he didn't know what the boy passed the test for, decided to help the boy secretly.

(Perhaps Caleb has his own wishes fulfilled, and idleness is idleness anyway.)
So Carl, who had just defeated himself and was in a good mood at this time, decided to do some superficially superfluous things.

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(Keywords: The Flight 0f The Eisenstein Original: Escape from the Eisenstein)

(The above reminiscences took place at 30k, the selection of new recruits of the Death Guard, location: Babarus)
(End of this chapter)