Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 85 The beginning of the counterattack

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, Karl finally decided to vote for it.

Starve the timid to death, support the bold to death, as long as I am lucky enough, Tzeentch will have nothing to do with me.

1000 points of power of hope were once again put on the gambling table of fate.

The 1.9th-order Perfect Luck was activated again by Karl.

This time, he was ready to spend all his money.

But at the same time, he also knows that once the plan is successful, his power of hope property will be doubled.

This was crucial to the plan Karl handed over to Tesca aboard Frank III.

With the power of hope, Karl can buy some materials necessary to transform the "fortress ship" from the emperor.

These materials and parts that he can't get for the time being are the most time-delaying elements in the transformation plan.

Although it's not impossible for him to find time to run several production lines for these gadgets alone, this will slow down the overall progress a lot.

What's more, Karl has been greedy for those "four god abilities without side effects" that can be activated with only 10 times the power of hope.

In short, as long as the power of hope in his wallet becomes rich, almost all the problems Karl encountered in Frank No. [-] will be solved.

Of course, regardless of Karl's plan, the "emperor-appointed currency" of Power of Hope is much more valuable than Skyhawk coins.

Who would dislike having too little money in their hands?

Thinking of this, Karl has made up his mind.

(Tzeentch? We have played tricks.)
As Karl opened his original vigilant defense, a soaring chaotic aura instantly surged up on him.

But this time, what he absorbed was Tzeentch's "blessing".

These blessings from the Lord of Change even began to distort everything around him.

The original rough tree skin began to grow strange blue-purple crystals.

The originally dark soil gradually "grew" a smooth blue mirror with Karl as the center.

And from these mirrors, Carl did not see his original appearance.

He saw a demon growing dark blue wings.

Looking at the mirror, and at his skin that was changing color like a chameleon, Karl knew that the time had come.

Re-enter the perspective of the Abyss of Wisdom.

This time, he saw the thread of fate farther away with his own eyes.

The dark and deep black hole seemed to retreat a little this time.

At this time, Karl, like a seaman who specializes in picking up unlucky seafood left on the ground after the tide subsides, is groping among these newly discovered possibilities one by one.

But like the dark backdrop of the Warhammer universe itself, hope is bleak.

It is actually not that easy to find out a reasonably feasible path in a short period of time.

During the time Karl was groping, his appearance was gradually changing towards that of an orthodox Tzeentch.

Fortunately, what he came here this time was only the soul, so he received a temporary experience card of the great demon.

However, with the change in Karl's figure, a brand new thread of fate was suddenly seen by him from the messy thread of fate.

Looking at the "short-term future" shown in the thread of fate, he finally made up his mind.

"It can't be worse than the Great Rift opening anyway."

As Karl stretched out his hand to grasp this newly created thread of fate in his mind, all the visions caused by the quasi-second-level abyss of wisdom gradually dissipated.

Looking at the intact consciousness, a new question arose in his mind.

(Could this be Tzeentch's own plan?)

Yes, Karl is very strange. At the end of borrowing Tzeentch's power just now, Tzeentch had a chance to erode his will.

Originally, he had made sufficient psychological preparations, and even perfect luck was waiting in advance.

But Tzeentch just gave up inexplicably.

The whole process was as if Tzeentch was teasing Karl by letting him punch the air.

But this doesn't seem to be in the interests of the Chaos camp.

Helpless, Karl thought about it and couldn't come up with a reason, so he had to give up temporarily.

But one thing he was certain of was that he could change the fate of some people in just four days.

The only pity is that my four-day "holiday" just went to waste.

"Hey, it's no wonder that a laborer like me who voluntarily works overtime will be approached by the Emperor."

After sighing for a while, Karl was going to follow the "guidance of fate" to go to the City of Strings.

But before he took the first step, Karl actually fell on the "mirror soil" made by Tzeentch because he was not used to the new demon body.

Looking at the mirror that was broken into countless pieces, he said, Uncle Tzeentch, I didn't do it on purpose!
But at the same time, in the broken mirror, he seems to have found a very novel means of transportation.

Looking at the pair of dark blue demon wings growing on his back, Karl, who has the bonus of the mechanical scripture, doubts whether this thing can fly.

But the ancestors said that practice is to test all truths.

Under the magical addition of the power of the subspace, Karl discovered that the wings were more like a guide for the power of the subspace than really using "aerodynamic flight".

The meaning of its existence is more to convert the power of the subspace into the kinetic energy needed for flight.

If I had to make an analogy, these wings are more like Mao Zi's "Li Da Flying Brick" fighter jets.

Although its own structure is almost impossible to support "physical flight", after adding a new type of fuel called "subspace power", these "bricks" were actually dragged into the sky by the engine.

Clumsily manipulating the wings that he had never used before, Karl began to try hard not to bump into any flowers and plants like a novice touching the steering wheel for the first time.

Fortunately, the power of subspace is actually another name for psionic energy.

Although Karl himself has no psychic powers, he is a "trickster" who often asks the four peddlers to use his psychic powers for fun.

He wants to learn how to fly with demon wings, not starting from scratch.

After wobbling into several crystalline trees, he finally learned how to "drunk fly".

Similar to those old masters who play drunken fist, they can fly, but only a little bit.

Fortunately, Karl doesn't need to fly to fight, but if he's just on the road, that's enough.

After all, the sky is so big, and it takes some skill to hit something.

So after finally grasping the secret of not crashing the plane, he finally staggered and drifted towards String Music City.

Looking at the PDFs under his feet, seeing demons flying by and even kneeling, he didn't know what to say.

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=== unknown location ===
(Warning, reading the following may be corrupted by the Four Gods.)
In a dark blue folding mirror space, Tzeentch himself is silently licking the wound on his soul.

Originally, a conceptual god like Tzeentch should have been almost completely "invincible" before this concept was destroyed.

Unless another conceptual deity desperately wants to kill both sides, Tzeentch will not find any existence in the entire galaxy that can seriously injure himself. (unless the emperor sits up)
What puzzled Tzeentch even more was that the conceptual power that hurt him was almost the same as his own concept.

It feels like tomorrow's self slapped today's self.

At this time, Tzeentch could not find a target for revenge.

Tzeentch has not experienced such a strange feeling for a long time.

Opening the blueprint of fate again, Tzeentch began to examine the disrupted thread of fate again.

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　No more at 12 o'clock tonight, see you at 12 o'clock tomorrow night QWQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)