Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 66 On sneaking in, my buddy is a professional
Looking at the wall in front of him, Carl started picking the lock.

Facing this "semi-biological lock", he directly ignored the possibility of forging blood keys.

After all, although biological knowledge does belong to the jurisdiction of the Adeptus Mechanicus, such as biological sages, great pharmacists, masters of parasites, attending physicians, human enlighteners, and baseline geneticists—excerpted from the ninth edition of the Adeptus Mechanics Holy Book.

But it is a pity that this part of the content is not included in the 1/10 holy tome fragment obtained by Karl, just like the artificial intelligence technology.

In general, Karl has only mastered some basic knowledge by the way.

After all, within a complete knowledge system, knowledge is often intertwined and expanded.

If you don't understand biological knowledge at all, you can't make the previous mini dreadnought.

But as the saying goes, there are specializations in the art industry, and the most knowledgeable people are still not top-notch in certain professional fields.

At least facing the gene lock in front of him, which was more or less mixed with chaos and corruption, he didn't have the will to put his hand in it directly.

Well, for this door, as long as it contains mechanical lifting parts, it is not a problem for Karl at all.

After some research, Carl started "picking the lock."

After removing the casing of the telescope bought on the black market, he carefully pulled out two wires from it.

But at the moment, he is not in a hurry to cut it short.

Gently press the replay button.

No matter how many times you listen to it, you will feel a little creepy, "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat." It rang again.

The verification port on the abandoned wall opens again.

(This is the opportunity!)

Seeing that the verification port was open, Carl directly cut off the wire in his hand, and then took the cut wire and inserted it directly into the verification port.

Of course, he didn't want to give an electric shock to the tentacles in the hole.

Before reaching the tentacles deep inside, Karl directly held the insulating sheath of the wire and touched it upwards based on his experience.

In an instant, he forcibly injected an opening signal into the circuit responsible for controlling the door switch.

Ignoring the tentacles that seemed to be incapacitated and furious, Karl quickly withdrew his hand after the trick succeeded.

Accompanied by the sound of rumbling gears, the concealed metal door slowly went up.

Seeing this, after Carl clenched the bloodletting dagger in his hand, he dodged and rolled into the old warehouse through the gap in the gate.

But before he started to observe the surrounding situation, a pair of bloody eyes full of shock and doubt had an intimate look with Karl.

But facing Karl, who had been prepared for a long time, it was too late to get the weapon now.

But faced with the threat of the bloodletting dagger that Karl had pushed to the side of his neck, the member of the Concentric Society in front of him seemed unmoved.

Seeing this, Karl directly backhanded and slammed the back of the head of the member of the Tongxinhui with the hilt of the knife.

According to Carl's estimation, this is enough to make an ordinary person faint, but it will not fall into a complete faint.

In this way, Karl can have a good interrogation of information.

But accidents always come unexpectedly.

The member of the Tongxin Society, who was "severely" smashed on the back of the head by the handle of the knife, continued to struggle to pick up the gun that was placed beside him like a normal person.

At this point, Karl had no other choice, so he directly raised the knife and let him actually sacrifice the skull seat.

After all, if the opponent really fired a shot, then Carl guessed that he really stabbed a hornet's nest.

However, even so, Karl still received some goods.

Looking at the falling head, Karl finally understood the real reason why the blow just now was ineffective.

The inhuman head, already covered with pustules and rot, was dripping foul-smelling mucus from its mouth.

Yes, this is one of the "costs" of believing in the Four Gods.

These naturally born believers are often the most corrupted by the four gods.

Those who believe in Nurgle will mutate all over in the later stage, and can only linger in the bottom nest and the next nest.

Those who believe in Khorne can't restrain their desire to kill in the later stage. In their eyes, pleasing the gods on the brass throne is more important than anything else.

Those who believe in Slaanesh cannot restrain their various desires in the later stage, and they often cannot control their behavior.

Those who believe in Tzeentch will often overturn due to playing with overly complicated plans in the later stage. Of course, believing in the Lord of Change itself also means giving up the appearance of human beings.

These naturally occurring believers are generally like a small cold, and can be quickly eliminated by various troops of the empire.

But there are always exceptions.

If there is a problem within a certain part of the empire, these "immune systems" that are originally good at killing enemies may instead become tools for believers of the Four Gods.

Anyway, Karl doesn't believe that such a large Chaos sect can develop to this point without any problems.

The only explanation is that there is serious "corruption" in the upper floors of Frank III.

And this kind of top-down corruption is almost impossible to eradicate without external interference.

And what's worse, on the Frank III, which is located on the dark side of the empire, let alone the reinforcements of the empire, as long as the chaos fleet doesn't come to cut leeks, it will be thankful.

Of course, if there is no reinforcement at all, it may be a mistake to blame the old salty meat.

No, some unlucky beater is here.

While thinking, Carl's hand didn't stop.

Carefully peeling off the burqa covered in foul-smelling liquid on this deeply corrupted person, Karl didn't feel much of the foul-smelling mucus on it.

Just kidding, isn't this the daily life of the bottom nest?

I think my buddy was also the Nurgle God who made the hotel security shake his head again and again, this little thing is still a little tender.

And these smells can also help Carl effectively hide his identity.

After all, who would doubt a lovable Nurgle devotee who probably hasn't bathed in decades?
(In fact, Nurgle believers can be said to be the most harmless group of people in terms of the starting point of action. After all, they just want to share the blessing of the loving father with you.)
Enduring Nurgle's blessing, Karl quickly changed his clothes.

Carefully putting away the original clothes and putting them in the backpack, Carl took out a badge of the Unity Society from the inside pocket of the newly changed burqa.

Look at the jagged structure similar to an identification code on the edge of the small heart inside the badge, combined with a vending machine similar to a cash register next to it.

He finally realized what this thing was for.

These badges are tools like transaction vouchers within the Tongxinhui.

It's a pity that the badge of the Concentric Society that the emperor gave Karl before was snatched away by Kaya, and he couldn't take it back out of confidentiality considerations.

Otherwise, Karl really wants to take a swipe on the machine in front of him to see how many contribution points he has.

But at least for now, looking at the string of not-so-small numbers displayed on the screen, Carl understands what it means to be a bad guy.

That is the Nurgle follower who spends all day fishing in the plague garden with Grandpa Nurgle, who is too lazy to even spend contribution points.

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(End of this chapter)