Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 77 The Creation of the Assassin Court
Looking at the assembled crowd in the distance, Karl held Petroni by the hand.

"Let's go, only in the darkness can we understand the preciousness of light."

In the process of blurting out these words, he felt in a trance that he was infected by the Riddler Emperor.

But having said all that, he was too embarrassed to eat it back.

He could only lead the pensive Petronila onto the temporarily arranged podium.

Looking around, the entire blood council hall has already changed beyond recognition.

Khorne's side is barely better, except for some chopping marks, at least a few rows of "chairs" are left for Karl.

But Nurgle was ruined by Karl.

A large number of traces of extreme violent destruction can be vaguely seen on the ruined walls of the building.

Looking at the two handles that were thrown aside, only the ax with the handle left, Carl seemed to understand what he did last night.

But fortunately, at least he was "saved" by Petronilla before he did anything to the emperor's disciples.

Feeling the cold feeling coming from his hand, Karl also had to admit Petronilla's status in his heart.

Although this is a plan he has written long ago, no matter how good the plan is, it needs people to implement it.

Obviously, the taste of being close to a "high-level demon" who is sick is not much better than standing next to a "high-level" untouchable.

But there is no way, this is the best Karl can do.

Speed ​​and robustness are often incompatible.

At least he asked himself, he couldn't do both.

But if you can't do it by yourself, it doesn't mean you can't do it with a group of people.

This is the real "main theme" of his speech.

After clearing his dry throat and draining the water prepared on the stage in one gulp, Carl officially started his speech.

(Note: Assassin Court ≠ Assassin Court)
===Carl's Speech (Afterwards Finished Edition -- Excerpted from "The Beginning of the Assassin Court") ===
I don't know how long it has been since everyone here has seen the real sky.

In this dark, cramped, intriguing hive, we've lost too many things.

We are in the midst of a huge crisis. For the specific macro-level crisis, I will compile an easy-to-understand instruction booklet and send it to you.

But the part I will talk about next is the impact directly related to each of you, or to everyone on the entire Frank III.

The Astronomican has been extinguished before our eyes, and all warp travel has been cut off.

There will be no grain carrier coming next month, and there will be no support in the future.

Famine, chaos, war, will come within half a year.

Everything you know will cease to exist except death.

And this is far from the end of everything.

The sect of Chaos and Genestealers has already set their sights on this planet, which I believe you who have witnessed this battle are already very clear about.

But don't think about when the Chaos Fleet will arrive, and don't worry about how far the Hive Fleet is from us.

None of that has anything to do with the task at hand.

In this thick and chaotic fog of despair, we must always remind ourselves that the Emperor is with us.

Yes, I am the Emperor's Emissary.

And I am standing with you right now.

If the newly formed church is our pawn on the bright side, then you will be the executioner in the dark.

Perhaps in the future you will be assigned some tasks that do not seem so "reasonable" as to make you doubt your own beliefs.

But you must persevere.

We are the last reinforcements aboard Frank III before that new dawn rises above the distant stars.

Now I declare that the Assassination Court is formally established.

Redbeard will serve as the first Assassin Court Grand Mentor.

And your first task is to cooperate with Teska, the first deacon of the church, to complete the first expansion of the church.

Remember your credo:
Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind.

Only after you have rested will you meet the only One who can judge you.

And only the Emperor can judge your crimes.

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After speaking, Karl respectfully gave a barely standard Skyhawk salute to everyone present.

Seeing this, led by the red beard, all the "assassins" also saluted Carl with the standard Skyhawk salute.

Even the "big clever" who didn't understand anything at this time also embraced the herd mentality, and gave Carl a return gift that was either awkward or awkward.

After the salute was over, a group of people quietly gathered around the red beard.

Yes, the Assassination Court is not the same as the state religion.

The Assassin Court, born in the shadows, does not need the grand narrative of the state religion to promote it.

Only the cold light flashing from the shadows silently told their loyalty.

Since the internal organizational structure of the Assassination Tribunal is guarded by the red beard, Karl is not very worried.

So he walked up to Teska who was looking "dumb".

Seeing Karl walking towards Petronilla, Tesca was even more nervous and didn't know where to put the robotic arm.

By this time Tesca had been "brainwashed" by the Winds of Resurrection to become a loyal follower of the Emperor.

But it was precisely because of this that Teska fell into deep self-blame instead.

In the past few hundred years, although Tesca can't remember clearly about the previous events, Tesca, who is a "merchant", can remember some things that are close to him very clearly.

It is these "transaction records" that have become a burden that Teska cannot shake off at this moment.

What makes Teska even more puzzled is why Karl wants to let his "bad record" be the leader of the state church.

And after Carl lifted Teska's "voice ban", Teska finally expressed his doubts and confusion.

"Why me, you know what I've done."

At this moment, even if Tesca is using a purely mechanical generator, Karl can hear Tesca's thoughts from the thick electronic sound.

Hearing Teska's question, Karl didn't answer immediately, because he had already prepared another better way to answer.

Carl unhurriedly took out a piece of paper from the backpack next to the stretcher, and began to draw a blueprint for the future of the State Church.

A few minutes later, a seemingly dense "mind map" was handed to Teska.

On each node on the mind map, Carl clearly marked the time node that must be completed.

Looking at Teska who was reading carefully, Carl asked lightly: "Have you realized it?"

After carefully analyzing the planning nodes on the mind map, Teska finally realized.

This epic plan, at this moment, only I have the ability to complete it according to the time node.

This is not only because of Teska's own ability, but also because Teska still has some "relationships".

Seeing this, Teska's eyes towards Karl finally changed.

Even if he believed in the Emperor before, Tesca didn't think Karl had any advantages other than his powerful force.

As long as the Emperor gives himself the same "benefits" Tesca can do better.

But after seeing this plan, Teska realized how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

"I admit your foresight!"

After speaking, Teska turned around and left quickly.

Yes, from this moment on, there is one more person who feels that time is not enough.

Watching Teska turn and leave, Karl didn't say much.

When smart people talk, they can often omit some unnecessary red tape, as long as the final result is good.

Touching the singer's badge in his pocket, the smart-minded Carl held the 63-19 badge tightly in his hand again.

Wouldn't it be a big profit if this thing could be brought over together?
Although being able to bring things there is somewhat different from the logical closed loop I thought before, but at this moment Carl really can't think of what the singer's badge is used for.

It's like you are watching a romantic comedy, and then the director suddenly sent a spy to the actors in it.

When encountering a riddler like the emperor, anyone would be dumbfounded.

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(End of this chapter)