Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 67 What is Sacrifice?
Looking at the system in front of him, a plan suddenly came to Carl's mind.

What a joke, sneaking into the enemy leader's office alone, asking for information is already outdated, okay?

A real master of mechanics would go directly to the server for information.

It's a pity that the terminal in front of him doesn't allow Karl to directly take over the entire data system.

The reason is that Chaos has tampered with it.

On a certain level, these integrated "intelligent systems" filled with a large number of cogitators are far more "humane" than the pure circuit chip machines Karl encountered on 63-19.

After all, the thinker itself is a kind of wetware.

(Note: This is also the physical basis for generating machine souls.)
These things that write 404 need special maintenance than chips to avoid the corruption of chaos.

(But in order to avoid the word "artificial" in the taboo word "artificial intelligence", this is also a helpless move. Maybe one day humans will eventually forget the pain caused by the Iron Man Rebellion, but for now, only It can be said that this is the case.)
But will the followers of Chaos anoint their machines with holy oil and sing hymns on time?
It's the same as talking about "Second..." in front of Guilliman - either crazy or dead.

So inside these thinkers, the moment is already corrupted.

At this time, the only thing that can make them output "relatively correct results" is the blessing of the four gods of chaos.

But that doesn't mean it's a dead end.

The thinker itself is more similar to the cpu (processor) in reality, but it is well known that data is often not stored on the processor.

As long as Karl can physically find the other party's storage array, Karl can read some useful information from the storage array full of garbled codes, erosion codes, demon programs, and physically fragmented.

Of course, it is estimated that only Carl's family dared to use this method.

After all, no one knows what terrible things are hidden in these ancient codes, even those dark codes that make people completely lose their minds just by looking at them.

(Note: The Dark Code, once used to deal with the Iron Man rebellion, is the "Butterfly Thunder" left over from the largest electronic warfare in human history)
This kind of action similar to suicide is only dared to be done by a daring Mechanical Codex holder like Karl.

Just do it.

After determining the main course of action, he pulled up the hood of the burqa, and after disposing of the corpse behind him, he turned and walked deep into the passage.

Stepping on the damp corroded metal, and smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, Karl felt sick for a while.

Unlike the rotten feeling of Nurgle before, this is a permeating nausea.

But when he looked up, he found that the top of the entire passage was covered with various "by-products of Khorne's sacrifice".

Seeing this scene, he almost vomited out his breakfast.

Except for a lonely ventilation duct, these ordinary people might go crazy when they see it, and finally let Karl temporarily wake up from the heroic story.

This is not an ordinary adventure, but a "war" that is either you or me.

Once failed, then death may be the best end for Karl.

In an instant, an extreme sense of depression rushed into Karl's heart.

The oppressive atmosphere even made him a little out of breath.

Twisting his stiff neck with difficulty, he forced his neck to bend downward.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief as the top of the hood completely covered the thorny circles of Khorne followers on the ceiling.

After taking a few deep breaths, he managed to regain his composure.

Like a person rescued ashore from drowning and suffocation, Karl at this moment is unusually sober and sensitive.

Recalling the pattern he saw just now, he discovered the hidden law.

The patterns on the right side of the channel are significantly denser than those on the left.

And this means that the core area he is going to will be in the area on the left side.

Like throwing away trash, the best way to treat these worthless but extremely manic believers of Khorne is to treat them as a kind of weapon reserve.

It is precisely because of this that this group of "Khorne believers who have gone completely mad" in various senses will definitely be arranged in places far away from the core area.

After all, no one wants to sleep with a ticking time bomb on their head. Karl knows this, and the "big shots" in the concentric group must know it too.

But just as he was thinking for a moment, there was a sudden burst of noisy footsteps on both sides of the passage.

The sudden loud footsteps caught him off guard.

In this long and narrow passage, there is no room to hide at all.

And the opponent's posture of blocking both ends cut off the possibility of him changing lanes to evade.

(Damn it, how was it exposed?)
But listening to the approaching footsteps on both sides, Karl had no time to think about this question.

But just when he was about to say "Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God" and was about to open Wushuang.

Looking at the severed limb of a sacrificial person hanging upside down, he suddenly opened up a new way of thinking.

That's right, you can't hide from the sides, you can hide from the top.

I saw Karl kicking the ground directly, and after grasping a certain protrusion above, he turned over and came to the top of the high ventilation duct.

And just as he hid, a sacrificial ceremony took place below.

Two teams of Khorne believers suddenly strangled together for some reason.

Fighting with their lives, this is their best sacrifice to the god on the brass throne.

Faith in Khorne does not require prayer, but proving oneself in bloody battle.

In the endless killing, the power of Khorne will be strengthened, which is the reason why Khorne believers really fight.

Just like Khorne doesn't care who is bleeding and crying on the battlefield.

The believers of Khorne don't care who their opponents are.

If no suitable opponent is found, these believers will start to kill each other.

At this moment, under Karl, a fierce fight is going on.

The air was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood.

Two groups of ragged Khorne believers are using the most primitive weapons to make the bloodiest sacrifices.

Under the blade, it was all scarlet.

And among the fighting sides, a huge figure immediately caught Karl's attention.

In fact, he had seen this type of monster before.

These khorne believers, known as berserkers, are like cheating in this kind of fish pond game.

The tall stature of the two of them is matched with the giant spiked mallet that I don't know where to get.

Hammering the group of bean sprouts on the opposite side, it was like a stick bursting.

In less than 5 minutes, apart from the Berserker, there was no Khorne believer who was still standing.

What do you mean Berserker teammates?
If we really fight, who cares about the teammates.

Unfortunately, when the Berserker was about to draw a new icon on the ceiling to celebrate his victory, a "coward" who was hiding on the pipe and watching the show suddenly appeared in front of the Berserker.

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(End of this chapter)