Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 144 The Pen of Memory
Calling it "seeing" is a bit of a misnomer.

In fact, that is the scene "detected" by the entire swamp controlled by Karl.

However, unlike Karl's corroded Thunderhawk, this Stormbird of the Picanus family (the local version of the Thunderhawk) is not equipped with any weapons.

It felt as if the Stormbird was just an unlucky "war correspondent" who had been accidentally injured.

Of course, in the face of corruption, there is no distinction between unarmed and purely military.

In fact, this can already be counted as a kind of privilege.

After all, a Stormbird wouldn't be much cheaper than going there.

The only possibility to use a Stormbird full of defenses in such a major battle is the group of "Recorders".

They were a group of narrators appointed by the emperor to record the glorious history of mankind's return to the golden age in the late period of the Great Crusade.

And according to the emperor's urination, there is no need to even guess who Karl is in it.

(But even so, you don't have to hit me with a whole Stormbird!)

Although the overall quality of that thing may be comparable to that of the previous church, this thing fell from the sky.

No kidding, this thing can kill people.

Of course, it wasn't Karl who died, but the unlucky guy on that ship.

How to do?
While thinking about countermeasures, he ran away under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Yes, he'd learned it from his many matches of wits with Perfect Luck.

This thing can't be avoided if you want to hide.

But why is this considered "good luck"?

After picking up a tablet, Karl ran away from the main force while thinking about this question in his mind.

Countless scenes began to flash again in Carl's mind.

The first time, Perfect Luck was on Isstvan III, and he was awakened from madness with a sudden lightning bolt.

The second time, Perfect Fate smashed itself into the ground with an entire church at the bottom of the Hive City, and it was precisely because of this that there was a whole set of plans centered on the Destiny Ceremony.

This time, Perfect Luck wants to tell me something with a Stormbird loaded with Petronilla.

Yes, Petronilla Viva is actually a character who appeared in the original timeline.

But she was only a narrator, and a utterly failed narrator at that.

Karl vaguely remembered that her final ending was twisted and broken by the warmaster after the betrayal.

The slave that Karl met underground before had no intention of giving this name, it just happened to pop up in his mind.

But this is weird, what exactly does Perfect Luck want?

Since this is a "duplicate" of his loving father, Karl did not dare to open the abyss of wisdom rashly.

Because that is likely to destroy the core of "pendulum", so far he has not experienced the punishment of failing the test, and he does not want to gamble for the time being when he has a choice.

Thinking of this, he has already run to a relatively safe distance.

After remotely notifying the commander of the 7th company and asking him to lead the team to join the surrounding troops, Karl began his own layout.

The impact to death is nothing more than the human body receiving too much impact in a short period of time.

And he, who just held the control of Chaoze under his feet, didn't have to worry about this problem at all.

Since this place has come to the edge of Karl's control area, there are still many carrion corpses standing above the control area that has just been "taken" in the distance.

But at present, it seems that they don't seem to have any interest in Karl, the guy who smells worse than them.

That's the ruthless person who just cut the body of the Great Unclean Person into scorpions.

After pinching his nose and confirming that his sense of smell had not failed, Karl immediately turned his attention elsewhere.

Under his precise control, several pieces of hard ground were formed around.

But he didn't want to use these grounds to send Stormbird directly.

In contrast, none of these grounds were where Stormbird was expected to crash.

And it is precisely because of these hardened ground that the piece of land next to Karl's feet at this moment has turned into a "lake" that is really thin enough to be almost like a pool.

In this way, even if the storm bird fell straight down, he would not be afraid anymore.

Looking at the storm bird that had already started to enter the death drum, Karl couldn't help but sighed.

"It seems that not everyone has the perfect forced landing technique."

As soon as the clothes are taken off, the equipment is put away.

After taking a deep breath, he dived headfirst into the water.

In this filthy waters, no one can open their eyes.

Remnants, carrion, dead branches.

It was the rubbish heap left by the demons of Nurgle after decades of revelry.

Normal people fall into this kind of pool, and they will be infected with dozens of "incurable" diseases in an instant.

Faced with this compound corruption, not even the "think tank" in the Space Marines can do anything.

I can only watch the person on the hospital bed gradually "decay and wither".

Fortunately, at this moment, Karl is the "master" of this area.

Although it is impossible to create vacuoles with the mind, if it is simply immune to corruption, it is definitely more than enough.

"boom"

Accompanied by a dull impact.

A huge shock wave spread in the swamp.

Fortunately, Karl is still using the power of rage at this moment, otherwise this shock wave alone can shock an ordinary person to death.

Without hesitation, according to the message sent back from the swamp, he quickly swam in the "pond".

It didn't take long, following the guidance of the swamp, he found three survivors in the wreckage of the crash.

One is Magadh, servant of Petronilla;
One is a guardian psyker named Kelia;
Of course the last one is Petronilla Viva.

Through the vision of the swamp, the three of them don't have any secrets in Karl's eyes at this moment.

Although I have heard descriptions about the beauty of Petronilla in novels before.

But when he really saw everything through the swamp, even Karl had to lament that being rich can do whatever he wants.

Even though beauty is not an advantage to be proud of at 30k, at least at 30k where you can assemble your body almost at will, this advantage no longer exists.

But in general, no matter in any era, the rich can artificially create some "distinctive and extremely expensive gaps" for themselves to demonstrate their status and existence.

And this is almost perfectly reflected in Petronilla.

Although Karl couldn't open his eyes in the dirty water at this moment, he could clearly distinguish the three people just by the touch from his hands.

First of all, Magad's rough skin is obviously the embodiment of practicing martial arts all year round and handling all kinds of dirty work.

And the second is the skin of Kelia, the battle psyker. Although it doesn't have the roughness of Magadh, the price the psyker has to bear determines that it is impossible and unnecessary for her to improve her appearance.

So even though it doesn't feel that rough to the touch, it still has a wrinkled feeling of lack of maintenance.

Of course, in the end it was the skin of Petronilla.

Although he couldn't be sure if he had undergone surgery, he knew that this kind of extremely smooth skin without a trace of blemish was definitely not a treatment that ordinary nobles could enjoy.

It was a different kind of temperament.

After quickly picking up the three of them together, Karl controlled the surrounding swamp and "lifted" himself to the ground.

And in the face of such a terrible "crash".

It is impossible for anyone to survive "whole".

In fact, there are only three "corpses" that have not yet cooled down in front of Karl at this moment.

Although at this moment, the three of them seemed to be fine on the surface.

But Carl, who carefully used the perspective of the swamp and gave the three of them a full-body examination, knew clearly.

Those viscera that were torn apart and shattered were almost as if they had been sentenced to death.

Fortunately, in the face of such a key person, he will not be stingy with the power of hope.

Of course, in addition to the hint of perfect luck, there is also a little guilt of voyeurism.

1000 points of power of hope smashed down.

Visible red bloodshots began to appear on the faces of the three of them.

But obviously, the money is still not in place.

Therefore, the subspace-specific special effects of "living dead, flesh and bones" did not immediately appear on the three of them.

Fortunately, for now, Karl doesn't want the three of them to wake up immediately.

Before that, he had to confirm some things.

Walking to Magad, he took out Magad's memory storage.

Turning around, he connected the tablet that had been turned over to the storage device first. He wanted to see if Magad had betrayed him.

Lines of code are jumping on the tablet.

Sure enough, in the depths of Magad's logic code, he found something strange.

That's a damn trail of corruption.

For a servant like Magad who has been "reformed" to a certain extent.

Once its internal controls have been corrupted, such stealthy followers of Chaos are nearly impossible to detect.

Fortunately, this thing is just a matter of waving for Carl.

After a few lines of code, the final control of the hidden bug came to him.

In this way, Magadh became his puppet invisibly.

After a failed attempt to backtrack on the culprit, he turned his gaze away from Magadh's cyborg body.

"Kelia?"

Although he had used the swamp vision before, he knew the name of this person in advance.

But Karl always felt that there was something strange about it.

"Extremely stable psyker from temporary conscript on 63-19?"

Well, Karl was even more confused after reading the identification plate on her chest.

To what extent does it have to be stable to be accepted by this kind of "extraordinary admission".

That is a planet that has just surrendered to the empire, which is too strange.

Logically speaking, even if Kelia can successfully become a legal psyker, why can she serve as a temporary guard for a noble like Petronila?

It can't be that her father is the emperor's grandfather, right?
Carl became more and more confused as he looked at this picture.

There was no other way but to set his sights on Petronilla temporarily.

At this moment, her long, pitch-black hair, which was originally coiled high, was already messed up by the sewage in the swamp.

There were also several healing scars on the shiny and flawless olive skin.

Carl knew that this was all thanks to the emergency life-saving system.

If it weren't for this, she and Magad would have been smashed to pieces like the other crew members, and there was no way to save them.

But this also once again highlighted the weirdness emanating from Kylia who was lying on the side.

Obviously, it is impossible for Kelia to have such a thing, and a set of this life-saving equipment can be equipped with at most two on the Stormbird.

This is not a question of whether there is money or not, but a question of not being able to fit.

"Who is she and why is she here?"

Carl didn't know, couldn't reason.

At this moment, he even has an urge to directly open the abyss of wisdom.

But fortunately, after smelling the rancid smell wafting in the air, he finally resisted the urge.

Go with the flow and accept it all.

If you engage in these things too deliberately, it is very likely to cause the test to fail.

At least according to the experience accumulated before, whoever has experienced the test must make efforts in which direction.

Then, while "satisfying" the "positive spiritual appeal" of the corresponding god, stabilize the existence of self in the "blessing" swayed down from the other side of him.

Helpless, he could only continue to search for clues on Petronilla.

Karl assures himself that his purpose is absolutely "pure."

Otherwise, it would take a long time to touch the golden pen.

It was a memory pen made of pure gold.

Generally speaking, the main function of this memory pen is to convert people's thoughts into words.

This conversion is real-time and does not include storage functions.

But the same thing is different in the master's hands.

In order to ensure the continuity and rationality of the output text.

In fact, there is a short-term memory card inside the pen.

It's just that generally speaking, no one will care about this kind of tips in the corners of the manual.

(They don't even use the manual STC.)
But this finally brought Carl to the breaking point.

"Let me know how Kangkang's plot has changed!"

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(End of this chapter)