Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 258 Reincarnation Fate
Accompanied by the slightly penetrating "squeak" sound gradually surrounded, Chief of Staff Rabbit finally saw the comer clearly.

It was a group of Skaven rats half the height of a human being.

But what is unreasonable is that they are all wearing neat yellow overalls at this moment.

"This……"

For a while, Chief of Staff Rabbit was a little speechless.

Indeed, if there are so many horrible labors, then repairing the damaged rails is not a problem at all.

But the question is, will the empire really accept these things that don't look like humans?
Thinking of this, Rabbit Chief of Staff suddenly felt cold.

Subconsciously, he put himself in the position of "humanoid creature".

After all, in essence, he is just an unlucky guy who was tricked by Tzeentch on Isstvan III.

So it's no surprise that he subconsciously classifies himself as a "humanoid".

But when he came back to his senses, he realized that when it came to heresy, he was even more extreme than the Skaven rats in front of him.

After all, he never took refuge in Chaos, and he was once a genuine lackey of Tzeentch.

All of a sudden, the identities of the two sides widened the gap.

Had it not been for Karl's head covering in the name of the Emperor's Messenger, he would have been sent as a heretic to make skewers.

Thinking of this, he further strengthened his tone of hugging the emperor's envoy's thigh in his heart.

This is not only for the "carrot" production line that Karl is using leftover waste at the moment, but also for the sake of not being trampled into meatloaf by that big guy called "Apex Dog".

"Then the plan is set like this, and we will be ready to leave in 12 hours."

Carl was fiddling with the production line in his hand while distributing tasks to the people standing aside.

"Draco and Rabbit, you will contact Teska later, and he will cooperate with you in the task of gradually annexing Area C."

With a twist of the right hand, another calibration screw was precisely installed on the machine.

"Loken, don't you want to join the church? Go with them and go through the formalities."

A kick with the left foot deftly aligns the parts inside the mechanism.

"As for Abadan, you wait here for a while."

Raise the wrench and hit the head.

"clang"

With the sound of the last wrench hitting the metal, the carrot production line was officially commissioned.

Fortunately, this is a production line that is almost assembled, and what Karl has done is to fine-tune the shape of the product.

"Any objection can be raised now."

Looking around, there was silence all around.

Originally, Loken wanted to ask how the spaceship could be created in 12 hours.

But after admiring the "Machine Soul Correction Package", he finally stuffed back the doubts that had been sent down his throat.

Never question the skills of a mechanical magi.

At this moment, for Loken, who has been stuffed with too much information in a short period of time, perhaps finding a quiet place is the best choice.

The plan has been set, but there is no rest time for the 007 tool man.

Everyone left one after another. At this moment, only a group of chattering rat workers, Carl and Abbadan remained in the entire warehouse.

"Do you know why I want you to be left alone?"

In the face of Karl's inquiry, Abadan actually didn't think of a suitable reason for a while.

After all, if there were any big plans, they must have been discussed together just now.

Everyone is a worker for the emperor, and they belong to grasshoppers tied to the same rope, so there is no need to distinguish them so clearly.

So Abadan who was puzzled could only shake his head and said, "I don't know."

Seeing this, Carl took out the tablet just now, and then swiped on it twice.

Eventually, a pistol appeared on it.

This thing is very familiar to Abadan.

"Come with me, your next task is to cooperate with Redbeard and Petronilla to find this extremely important weapon."

In an instant, Abadan's thoughts suddenly brightened.

But soon he discovered the problem, shouldn't this thing be in Karl's hands?
From the Sons of Horus to the Word Bearers, the two tokens of the Legion's soul were fed directly into Karl's mouth.

However, this luck did not seem to fall on Qianzi.

Even so, Abadan still has some doubts about Karl's arrangement.

"According to the previous information, isn't this weapon in Franco's hands? Why don't you let him send it back?"

Abadan, who had just witnessed the scene of the "halo" showing great power on the red beard, felt that this arrangement was a bit too overkill.

Facing Abadan's question, Karl was not in a hurry to answer.

Pointing again, the pattern on the judge's gun was obviously different from before, and he added: "There is something missing here."

Looking in the direction Karl pointed, Abadan finally found out the strangeness.

A complete judge is more than just a gun.

Those bullets that once turned decay into legends are now gone.

Although Abbadan can't understand the spiritual relationship, it is clear that the judge who lacks these bullets is like milk tea losing its "milk" or "tea".

No one knows what kind of weird and corrupt things will be produced if this defect is used to forcibly "summon".

At least Karl would definitely not dare to gamble like this.

"understood."

Concise and clear.

Contrary to Carl's expectation, Abba fell asleep the next second after answering.

Completely disregarding your own image and whether it will affect the logistics in the warehouse.

Seeing this, Rao even Karl frowned.

It's not that he has any doubts about Abadan's behavior, it's just that he is a little tired even if he is not sleepy.

"Horrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

Loud snoring completely overwhelmed the sound of creaking discussions in the distance.

This picture made Carl, who still had a lot of tasks to do, feel a little dizzy.

The colleague next door has already started fishing, but you have to work overtime crazily to catch up with the progress.

It's really a shame.

But who made him the "boss"?

I can only bite the bullet and finish the matter at hand.

Turning around to leave the warehouse where the Shushus were working, the simple and doorkeeper missionary explained that there was a big living person sleeping inside, so as to avoid the embarrassing situation of locking Abadan in the small dark room.

Push open the familiar wooden door.

Under the echo of the sound of "Zhiya", I stepped into the slightly narrow spiral staircase again.

Soon, the familiar basement appeared before his eyes.

Unsurprisingly, Petronilla was watching over his master, just as Karl had ordered before he left.

Perhaps for her, the red beard is really the rare existence other than Carl that does not exclude her.

Seeing Karl's return, the girl also consciously stood aside.

A little nervously waiting for the explanation of his master's condition.

Turning his head to look at the instrument aside, Carl was relieved.

Fortunately, it wasn't his aura that had a problem.

It's simply because the red beard, as an "untouchable", has a bit too weak psychic suppression force field.

Therefore, in the process of starting the halo, some lagging symptoms appeared.

The simple understanding is that the power of the red beard is a bit low, and it cannot carry the high-end goods designed by Karl.

But if this halo is worn by Petronilla, who can be called a mobile psychic restricted area, there must be no problem at all.

At this moment, Karl's waist is no longer sore, and his legs are no longer hurting.

The sense of rejection caused by being close to Petronilla instantly dissipated invisibly on the spiritual level.

Thinking about it, how can this be a boss.

This is simply a thigh! ! !

You must know that the suppressive force field that has been hoarded can be used to fight an instant burst.

Now it's all right, if that demon host from before dares to come over again, he will directly sacrifice Petronilla and directly perform an annihilation on the spot.

What is a psychic restricted area? Hey.

Of course, this is not entirely a good thing.

After all, at least half of Karl's ability is due to the blessings of the four gods.

The psionic exclusion zone doesn't care who your warp gadgets come from.

It belongs to the level of denying relatives and killing each other when meeting.

Fortunately, whether or not psychic powers can be played, Karl doesn't think anyone can wrestle with Abbadan or Loken at the physical level.

For now, as long as you don't startle the snake.

Bring over those genuine Chaos Demon Army, Black Legion, Space Fun Guys, Green-skinned Uncle, Tyron Cookers and so on.

Sooner or later the whole of Frank III would be in Karl's pocket.

"Your master is fine, just rest for a while."

With that said, Carl took another halo from the table and handed it to Petronilla.

Compared with the one given to the red beard, this halo seems a bit special.

The edge of the halo seems to be engraved with some strange and confusing pictures.

= A sword fell, and the head of the false emperor rose into the sky =
Maybe it's just a bad idea, maybe it's just Karl's whim.

Of course, these are just some extra decorations made by Carl to pass the time when he is bored, and they have no practical effect.

But who can say clearly about fate.

Carefully observing the girl's expression when she saw this picture, Karl felt a little lost.

Of course, this is also a matter of course.

Maybe they just happen to have the same name.

Not everyone can enjoy the pain of eternal life, and not everyone can experience the same time travel as the Sons of Horus.

This is the final destination of mortals.

Shaking his head, he drove away all the unrealistic reasoning in his mind.

Looking at the girl who carefully lifted the halo above her head, Carl felt a little melancholy about the passage of time.

"For the Emperor!"

In the slightly immature accent, Carl could hear a hint of the past.

Thanks to the almost-remembering brain.

Carefully searching through the cracks in memory, he finally found a matching memory fragment.

That's what happened to 004.M31 on the Devon satellite.

==Reminiscence Fragment-Chapter 146==
"Did you expect all this?"

It was a question from Karl to the Emperor on the Devon satellite.

At that time, he just decided to put his spiritual anchor on Erebus.

In order to combat the upcoming "price".

"You wait here. When she wakes up, follow her orders." That was the order Karl gave to Koldwina.

After the baptism of the Winds of Resurrection, all are the most devout believers of the Emperor.

So the orders are not questioned at all.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

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This is the corresponding sound segment that Karl found from the memory fragment.

Pedronila was the one lying on the ground at that time, and the red beard was Kordwina who just yelled this last oath.

But now, whether it was a coincidence or an accident, the positions of the two parties just happened to switch.

Power, an unprecedented force is gathering.

A crack appeared in the surrounding space under the squeeze of intertwined positions.

The anti-magic position in her body is struggling crazily.

It seems that it doesn't want to simply succumb to the halo's coercion.

Two incompatible forces are fighting in the girl's body.

She pursed her lips tightly and frowned.

Even if she didn't make any extra movements at this moment, Carl could still feel the pain as if he was on the scene.

He's old enough to do this.

But even so, he can only be a temporary bystander.

He can activate the recovery wind to help the girl repair the physical damage, but only she can survive the spiritual level.

To be honest, Carl felt a little slapped in the face at this moment.

Just now I kept claiming that this thing has no side effects.

As a result, in the next second, he was severely slapped by fate.

Indeed, there is definitely no problem with ordinary untouchables.

But if the user has some unique experience, it can't really blame Karl for not counting these individual needs.

Fortunately, this thing hurts, which is the level of a vaccine.

It is definitely not possible to kill someone.

Even if she couldn't make it through, she temporarily fell into a faint.

Karl can also rely on his "exquisite medical skills" of living dead and bones to fish out of his loving father.

As long as you don't die, you are safe!
Well, no problem!
Gradually, the surging spiritual energy around him began to subside.

"call"

Seeing this, Carl breathed a sigh of relief.

And with the halo successfully establishing a stable connection with Petronilla.

The previous sense of rejection caused by the extremely strong psychic restraint position also dissipated and became invisible in an instant.

No matter how you look at it, Petronilla at this moment is no different from an ordinary girl.

Well, except for that big scythe on her back.

But after a closer look, Karl always felt that there was something about this kind of girl + black robe + sickle.

At least it is much more eye-catching than the painting style of the uncle + golden angel halo behind him.

Oh, red beard, let's make do with it first, and then I'll figure out a way for you.

Strange to say.

The red beard wanted to get rid of the sense of rejection brought about by the psychic suppression position, which itself wanted to socialize in order not to be isolated.

But after adding this golden angel halo on his head, he seems to have lost this social choice.

This wave belongs to, jumping from one pit to another.

Of course, this is not what Carl needs to worry about.

After all, judging from the corners of Teska's raised lips, he in his dream didn't seem to be aware of this problem at the moment.

"Well, I'm so sleepy."

After the task is completed, the workers should learn to fall asleep immediately.

This class is 1 minute and I don't want to add it to the emperor.

"Zzzz"

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(End of this chapter)