Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 70 Blood Council Hall

When Karl regained his strength, the berserker who had been hammering to death before was completely dead.

Maintaining the posture of being able to dodge and leave at any time, he carefully stepped forward and pulled out the bloodletting dagger that was still stuck in the berserker's neck at the moment.

After kicking the Berserker's body to confirm that he was completely dead, he did not leave immediately.

After looking around, he picked up a large knife that looked fairly sharp.

It's not that he has any special hobbies, it's just to cover up the traces of his actions.

At the same time, Karl casually wiped some of the blood of Khorne believers on the burqa, adding a "makeup" to himself.

Seeing the perfect camouflage, he turned around and picked up his backpack after heaving a sigh of relief.

Looking back at the berserker who had completely died, a sense of comfort emerged leisurely.

Unlike the last time he killed the Berserker by clever means, this time he did not rely on any external force.

Although in a certain sense, intelligence is also a part of strength, but last time he did use the characteristics of the untouchable to cooperate with the submachine gun to kill the berserker.

Seeing that his strength has indeed improved substantially, Karl is quite happy.

But this is already close to the upper limit of "mortals".

If one wants to become beyond the limits of the human body itself, one has to give up everything that is mundane.

For this point, the technical priests of the Mechanic Order are very transparent.

However, the current Karl is quite repulsed by the mechanized transformation of the body.

It's like the Ship of Theseus.

No one knows who is inside the last remaining shell after gradually replacing parts.

And this problem is also applicable to the Warhammer world where the soul projection does exist in the subspace.

Look at Tesla, which is right around the corner, that is the best example.

Does time change the soul itself, or does time wear away the old soul.

Thousands of years later, whose soul resides in that group of cells in the special culture medium?

But this is a bit far-fetched, after all, Karl is still uncertain whether he can live to see the light bulb tomorrow, and he is not in the mood to discuss these philosophical issues.

After pulling the hem of the burqa that was dragged on the ground and pinning it up, Karl started to walk along the left side of the passage.

Along the way, Karl endured the psychological discomfort and looked up several times at the "masterpieces" of Khorne believers.

Finally, after some groping, he finally walked out of the warehouse corridor that had been changed beyond recognition.

And when a huge blood council hall appeared in front of Karl's eyes, he finally realized that he was wrong.

It is unreliable to estimate the behavior of a Chaos Cult in terms of pure "interest".

Even if the construction process is so complicated, and the surrounding construction environment is extremely harsh, it can't stop some fanatical behaviors of Chaos believers.

A huge space that was originally marked in Carl's mind as the conveyor belt block has been completely hollowed out by the Chaos believers at this moment.

In its place was a great council hall dedicated to Nurgle and Khorne.

On both sides of this giant Gothic parliament hall, there are two completely different styles.

The wall of the Blood Council Hall on the left is dripping with green pus, and the entire building is covered with various pustules.

These pustules, which seem to be wriggling inside, cling to the stone walls that have long been corroded to a yellow-green color.

And the right side of the blood parliament hall has a completely different style from the left side.

Scarlet blood flowed down from the top of the council hall like a waterfall, embellished with the pattern of Khorne believers, which made Karl's back feel a little numb.

And these thick red liquids instantly reminded Karl of the pool of blood he saw in the ventilation system.

Pulling the brim of the hat again, he looked at several members of the Red Robe Concentric Society standing at the door and what seemed to be a credit card (badge) machine.

In the middle of the main road, there was a long line of more than 100 "people".

At the forefront of this long line, the members of the Tongxinhui are swiping their cards (badges) in an orderly manner to enter the arena.

Seeing this scene, he guessed that this should be the headquarters of the Tongxinhui.

And this blood council hall is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.

Because others do not know, Karl is clear.

The bottom floor of the original warehouse conveyor belt is tens of meters below this area.

And this means that the building also has a large space in the underground part.

But after a pass of observation, Karl was relieved instead.

According to the calculation of the core building area, there would normally be no more than 2000 people here, and this number happened to be the upper limit of his brainwashing with the wind of recovery.

Carl's misjudgment before was mainly due to the fact that the other party purchased excess food and included a large amount of abandoned space.

But at this time, he is not in a hurry to activate the wind of recovery. After all, this thing is mainly a "healing" skill, and brainwashing the emperor's believers should be just a "side effect".

And whether this "side effect" will take effect for the followers of Chaos is still unknown.

But Karl is not afraid, after all, there are three other skills guaranteed.

(If you don't listen to the emperor obediently, then you have no choice but to kill him.)
So with his hands in his arms, Karl got out of the narrow passage and mixed into the queue entering the Blood Council Hall.

Looking at the queue of hundreds of people, a new question appeared in his mind.

(What's wrong, this kind of secret organization base is still in the bottom nest, why are there so many "people" queuing up to enter?)

Mixed in the bustling queue, Karl fully experienced what it means to "smell like a fellow".

If it weren't for Karl's psychological resistance to these things, he might have exposed his identity as soon as he mixed into the "human" crowd.

Looking at the crowd of monsters and ghosts in front of him, Carlton suddenly felt that he was too normal.

But things had come to this, he had no choice but to silently mix in the queue and move forward step by step.

He didn't stay idle during the queue.

Carl has been watching the entire verification process from the corner of his eye. After all, if he pretends not to be good later, he has no choice but to turn on the unparalleled mode in advance.

But fortunately, the verification process is actually not complicated, and the members of the Tongxinhui who are in charge of guarding the gate are also like "clocking out of get off work".

They don't even lift the hood of the person who enters the door, but mechanically and repeatedly send the badges to the machine, and then let them go directly.

Seeing the other party's slackness, Carl's heart that was a little hanging before was completely relieved.

It is precisely because of the lax investigation that the speed of admission of the entire believer is not bad.

So it didn't take long for him to be lined up.

But just when Carl imitated other "people" and sent the badge to the credit card machine in a decent manner, if there is no accident, then there will be an accident.

"Let's celebrate Fabry's bravery!"

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(End of this chapter)