Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 80 The Gradually Intersecting Trajectories of Destiny

Looking at the witch who was too shocked to speak, Karl shook his head silently.

At this moment, he even suspected that he had misunderstood the emperor's meaning.

"In the soil of irreparable failure, plant the nail called hope."

(Did I recognize the wrong nail?)

But no matter what, 1000 points of Power of Hope have already been spent, and Karl must recover some of the cost.

Regardless of whether the witch is willing or not, Karl immediately picked her up and jumped out of the car.

Originally, for him who was driving violently, jumping out of the car was nothing at all.

But just as he jumped into the air, a name came from his arms, which almost made Carl fall into a shit.

(What the hell, your name is Kaya?)

At this moment, he was dumbfounded.

Good guy, it doesn't look like your little steel plate at all.

Besides, you said that a healing psionic singer, why did he become a stealth assassin?

And lived from M31 to M42 with the physical body?

Thinking of this, Carl had a lot of little question marks in his mind.

But if you want to say that it is completely impossible, then it is not good, anyway, the subspace demons can be resurrected casually (as long as they still have the value of resurrection).

But if the emperor didn't work in the middle, anyway, he didn't believe it.

After barely stabilizing his Dao heart, Carl quickly found a hiding place and put Kaya in first, and said that he was going out to "destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces".

After sorting out his messy thoughts, Karl quickly ran back towards the convoy.

And when Karl finally ran back to the front of the convoy, what awaited him was a densely packed gun barrel.

There are kinetic energy rifles of the gendarmerie, PDF flashlights (laser rifles), and the dark barrels of two Leman Rustan tanks.

Of course, Karl also knows that these are actually false.

The greatest confidence of this group of soldiers actually comes from the radio station that has been completely destroyed by Karl.

Unfortunately, this time, the reinforcements they envisioned will never arrive.

And just when Karl was secretly mocking his opponent's overreaching, the officer who stepped forward spoke.

The officer holding a large-caliber kinetic energy sniper rifle asked in a strict voice, "You are not Karl, who are you?"

Hearing this, Karl got another piece of information.

It seems that this unlucky body that he occupies is also called Karl.

Of course, Karl also understands that the officer is just delaying time at this time.

Looking at the radio station with its green light flashing in the distance, Carl showed a cruel smile.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

Cooperating with the dark cloud-covered sky above his head at this time, Carl's death notice seemed both intrusive and cruel.

After speaking, his figure disappeared from the eyes of all soldiers.

Accompanied by the howling wind, the dagger in Carl's hand waved wantonly on a pure white curtain.

Every time it is waved, it will leave scarlet on this pure white curtain.

Bullets blazed, lasers flew across, and in the huge explosion, Carl easily dodged these mortal weapons.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if some people really can't escape, Karl, who drives the violent power, is a humanoid tank in itself.

And that clumsy Leman Lux tank couldn't aim at Karl at all.

Each of their shots is just helping Carl reduce his workload.

At this moment, the only thing in the convoy that poses a slight threat to Karl is the 30mm vehicle-mounted cannon on the troop carrier and the 88mm anti-aircraft gun.

Unfortunately, even the weapons themselves can break Karl a little, and their weapon bases can keep up with his movement speed at long distances.

But the long queue of the convoy itself seriously blocked the vision of these weapons.

Often before the operator behind could react, Carl's dagger was already on the operator's neck.

After the casualty rate reached 20%, seeing no news from the supporting war singers, these PDFs, which could only fight with the wind, completely began to flee.

Smelling the increasingly intense smell of blood in the air, Karl always felt an inexplicable sense of excitement.

But he had already expected this situation.

A soul lost in a sea of ​​blood needs a stable anchor to keep itself from total madness.

In the Hall of the Blood Council, Karl's anchors are those members of the Emperor's Concentric Society, Oh No Assassination Court.

But this time, he put the anchor on the chief.

Since he likes "playing with people's hearts" so much, Karl intends to let the chief experience what "despair" is alone for the last time.

One knife, two knives, three knives.

Like a relentless killing machine, Karl methodically offered sacrifices to Khorne.

And Khorne also provided him with a steady stream of strength.

Of course, he didn't intend to "accept everything" this time.

After all, he still needs some survivors to denounce himself to Prahr.

In this way, Karl can be regarded as truly and perfectly taking care of the emotions of the rescued.

Anyway, there are too many lice and it doesn't itch. If Praal really came over by himself, Karl wouldn't mind taking another head.

However, he also knew that it was different from the last time he beheaded the "Emperor".

Even if he killed Praal this time, it would be useless.

Kill Plar, Chaos will raise another Pilar;

Kill Pilar, Chaos will raise another Pilar.

In short, in the face of this deeply "corrupted" world, Carl's professional advice is "wait for death, there is no hope."

Of course it's a joke, the knife in his hand didn't stop.

What is the concept of 3000 people?
(Note: Half of the PDFs were pulled.)
I have done "broadcast gymnastics" and know that about 1000-2000 people can occupy almost a large playground.

If there is no violent power possessed, even if 1000 pigs stand in place and slaughtered for him, Karl will die of exhaustion in the end.

Only after facing an entire regular army alone did Karl understand the limitations of individual strength.

In a war with billions as the benchmark unit, even if he used the power of rage, he would not be able to achieve decisive results by killing all parties.

Of course, then again, there is nothing wrong with dealing with a "small force" of 3000 people.

Due to Karl's "hard work in painting", after scrapping dozens of daggers, except for the soldiers who ran away, only the officer was left alive.

"You you you, you are the devil in hell."

Seeing Carl approaching, the officer was incoherent for a moment.

In the eyes of the officer, Karl is a bloody demon at this moment.

Karl ignored the officer's struggle, stepped over the corpses all over the ground, and walked slowly to the officer.

Looking at the shivering officer who was huddled next to the tire of the troop carrier, he smiled cruelly and said, "It's ridiculous. People who can play with other people's lives at will don't even have the courage to look directly at the devil."

Pulling off the officer's gun, Karl fired a shot at the officer's feet.

"You have 2 minutes to escape."

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(End of this chapter)