Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 123 Dark Night War 13——(Final Chapter 4)

The lyrics composed of the emperor's words must contain terrifying energy.

As Carl had experienced before in a battered car.

In a sense, the state religion prefers to call it - "living saint"

Raising the power long sword in her hand, Kaya looked expressionlessly at the group of daggers flying towards him like a waterfall.

And just when the first dagger was about to stab her chest, Kaya moved.

The long sword with blue arcs was flying up and down in Kaya's hand.

Accompanied by the unique smell of ozone, in the afterimage that was too fast to be recognized, Kaya chopped off the incoming daggers one after another with one sword after another.

It's not that she couldn't cut off these daggers directly, but that after touching Kaya's "song", all of these daggers flew back towards the war singer.

Of course, even so, there are still some "fish that slipped through the net", leaving bloodstains on Kaya's body inadvertently.

But at least for now, these wounds will not affect her combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

And it was during Kaya's delay that the competition between the two sides on another battlefield also came to a fierce stage.

Accompanied by the melodious singing, all the corrupt nodes in the entire hive city entered a state of contention in an instant.

Is that an "unrecoverable failure" or a "nail named hope".

Only when all is said and done can the myths be compiled by the narrators who sang songs.

Waving the long sword in her hand, Kaya felt a little tired.

This exhaustion is all-around weakness.

A more appropriate statement should be "the soul is drying up".

This is the sorrow of mortals.

All power has a price.

Carl's price is chatting with the four gods all day long, and Kaya's price seems to be a little more serious.

Even the prime minister of the empire, Malcador, couldn't bear the extraction of the Golden Throne, let alone a Kaya with slightly stronger psychic talent?

It was a feeling of weakness and dizziness in a high fever.

But even so, she persisted.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

He waved his arms mechanically, just to buy time for the unsung lyrics.

And it is in this delicate balance that the right to win or lose the battle is transferred from the "player" on the stage to the "audience" off the stage.

Yes, the singer is only part of the "musical life".

No one will stare at a boring and uninteresting sand table and those inexplicable box-shaped objects on the sand table in a daze.

But if these "chess pieces" were marked with symbols of various division, brigade, and regiment-level units, maybe someone would be able to look at this pile of chess pieces for a long time.

Generally speaking, the final response of the song will have a greater relationship with the listeners of the song.

But it is a pity that these listeners of M42 seem to prefer the melodies played by the war singers.

At first glance, it seems that the evil side of the human heart has a slight upper hand.

This is not to say that human beings are inherently evil, but that in the environment of M42, human beings have given up too many things.

Garbage is abandoned by value, medical machine servants are abandoned by users, memory is abandoned by surgery, virtue is abandoned by human beings, and human beings are abandoned by themselves.

And now, it's time for human beings to "eat their own fruit".

Gradually, like a tilting scale, the corruption represented by the Warsinger began to gain the upper hand.

As the weird screams became more rampant and unscrupulous, more silver daggers began to escape Kaya's control.

At this moment, like the previous B-13 hive capital, the huge balance has reached the verge of overturning.

This kind of overthrow cannot be changed by Kaya's words and deeds, but an emotional outburst among the people at the bottom of the hive capital.

Living in a corrupt hive full of extreme oppression and exploitation all day long, few people resonate with Kaya's so-called "justice".

Although the living environment cannot determine a person's character, the living environment can slowly change a person in a subtle way.

This moment is the moment when this thousand-year-long depression breaks out.

Like a beast losing its shackles, like a balance losing its balance, everything began to slide towards that "irreversible abyss".

Feeling more and more sharp blades coming towards her, Kaya felt a trace of despair at this moment.

(What a hopeless world.)
But even so, she didn't give up.

This fact has been determined since the moment she became an Inquisitor.

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.

And only the unfinished song of the Emperor can light the beacon for the lost in the darkest night.

Just when the war singer leaked a strange smile, a discordant force suddenly appeared in the node where only the war singer and Kaya were fighting.

On the surface, this is indeed a corrupting force.

And the purity of this corrupting power is almost the same as the bath mud on Nurgle.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that this is not the power of corruption.

Among the green ripples, there is a private product called hope.

And at the moment when Hope was mixed into the song, the whole situation was completely reversed.

Why crazy, why hysterical, why self-defeating?
It's just that there is no hope for the future.

If there is a bright and stable future, who would take the initiative to seek refuge in Chaos?
Even Franco did not seek refuge in Chaos because of the loss of Feili.

Man is such a strange creature, he may be greedy, he may be selfish, he may be lazy, he may be irritable.

But this is only one side of human beings. On the other side called "human nature", there are many other by-products.

"There is no need to fear, no need to grieve, our soul will reach the other side of life."

With the climax of Kaya's song, the whole situation was turned upside down in an instant.

Hope is such a magical thing.

It is not a real thing in itself, but it is more fascinating to people than other tangible "real things".

It was an irresistible prairie fire.

As the seeds of hope floated along the crystalline network to the ears of more and more people, the whole world instantly fell silent.

At this moment, the outcome has been decided.

A large number of silver daggers fell from the air of the theater like snowflakes.

Dragging her robe that had already been soaked in blood, Kaya held up her long sword and walked towards the confused war singer step by step.

"No, no, impossible!"

The war singer was standing there with blank eyes, cursing everything in the world hysterically.

Without any mercy, Kaya raised the long sword in her hand high.

Electro-optic leaps, everything turns into the most primitive particle state.

Before the song was over and the audience hadn't woken up, Kaya still had time to finish.

A bottle of blessed holy oil was splashed on the scorched ground, and then a lighter was thrown by Kaya.

"Don't dwell on past glories."

Seeing the raging flames, Kaya turned and walked towards the audience stand.

Blood dripped slowly from the edge of the robe.

But at this moment, Kaya didn't care about this "insignificant" pain.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the nails on her hand have been deeply embedded in the palm of her hand at this time.

Beneath that formulaic expression of indifference was a withered heart that had long been numb.

It was a kind of grief that I knew it was important but couldn't remember it.

"Where is the resting place for wandering souls? Only when the beacon returns, can you face the past. Remember, this is a blessing and a curse."

Could the badge in her hand be the "beacon", Kaya didn't know.

At this moment, she seemed to see the mocking "devil" on the back of the playing cards.

Gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and temporarily fan away these thoughts that have nothing to do with work in his mind.

Kaya used a pair of handcuffs to fasten the "suspect suspected of being a black businessman", and after picking him up with one hand, she walked straight out of the concert hall.

Years of experience as a judge has taught Kaya how to control her emotions.

As usual when completing tasks, she finally concluded the "farce".

Looking at the sterling silver badge in her hand, which was intertwined with rows of musical notes like a bird's nest, Kaya laughed at herself: "At least it's a bit of a harvest, isn't it?"

"Squeak."

That was the sound of the theater door being pushed open.

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(End of this chapter)