Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 149 Unlucky Bonaparte
Today was a terrible day for Bonaparte.

Originally, I had to clock in to go to work, but a monster suddenly popped out.

He had only seen that kind of momentum in Tamba.

This is not to say that Bonaparte can't defeat Tamba, but that Tamba controls almost all the plague swamps on the Devon satellite.

Any opponent who dares to fight Tamba is essentially fighting against the swamp group on the entire Devin satellite.

Besides, this time, the demons under Tzeentch made a special trip to the Glory of Terra.

In addition to the regular corruption emitting warp crystal matrix, he seems to have prepared some other things.

Although Bonaparte didn't have any interest in those things, he became interested after being beaten by the sea.

After all, although this kind of hatred cannot be avenged by oneself, it is also a beautiful thing to watch the "friendly army" take revenge.

I rubbed my butt that was hurting even more, and the scene of being hacked to pieces by that "ghost thing" before was still vivid in my memory.

This time, even Bonaparte, who was usually extremely lazy, couldn't stand it anymore.

Close your eyes and sink your consciousness into the Plague Garden network again.

Soon he connected to the familiar frequency.

Somehow, he could feel a new "body" being synthesized.

This time, he deliberately suppressed the upper limit of his size.

In this way, he can mix in the pile of rotting corpses and personally witness that "ghost thing" was wiped out by Nurgle and Tzeentch.

But waiting and waiting, he felt something was wrong.

(What's the matter, it's okay to construct a large body slowly, but it takes so long for me to take a rotting corpse clone?)
On weekdays, even gathering stumps out of thin air to put together a large body would take no more than 5 minutes at most.

But now, he has been waiting for 10 minutes.

This is very wrong.

But when Bonaparte was about to disconnect and try again, an accident happened.

It used to be like eating and drinking, but now it suddenly got stuck.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the pain of a knife stabbing his buttocks.

"broken!"

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Look at the one in front of you - a fully automatic meat cutter.

Carl was a little dumbfounded.

This is really unlucky.

An unformed head was fixed in the center of the cutting machine by several steel pillars inserted obliquely.

And several large or small runner blades are whistling and spinning.

As long as the disgusting lump of flesh in the center grows outward, these blades will cut it off piece by piece.

These cut parts will become part of Karl's core territory after they fall to the "ground".

(Is this the legendary, fully automatic monster spawner?)

At the same time, the only part connected to the plague swamp on the top of the meat block is continuously digging the corner of Nurgle's wall.

And, in order to prevent the consciousness of the greatly unclean person who accidentally fell into the net from escaping.

Karl spared no expense to spend 3000 Power of Hope, and activated Wind of Recovery three times in a row.

Of course, the effect of krypton gold is also obvious,

It was a three-dimensional compound maze intertwined by the control areas of both sides.

In this way, although there is no perpetual motion monster spawner, it is more than enough to deal with the situation at hand.

At least before Karl violently beat Tamba and Erebus, the probability of Bonaparte running out was almost zero under the blessing of perfect luck.

Anyway, he didn't expect why this big unclean person came back to send a wave even after he ran away.

And it was a coincidence that the place it teleported to was "occupied" by Karl in the next second.

This wave is the corpse of the Great Unclean One himself, who has dug himself into a hole.

It’s true that I lost my mind, and I can’t find anyone to blame me.

Look at the more struggling, "the faster the output" fully automatic "mineral".

Carl said that you should refuel first, and then let you go back after the fight.

After all, it's a pity not to let this kind of "inner ghost" go back. It's not enough to give it away once, but it can't be exhausted.

Of course, having this extension machine does not mean that Karl can start fishing.

It is actually not easy to single out against Erebus.

After all, people are not stupid. If you say heads-up, is it heads-up?
So with the gradually expanding "territory", Karl turned his attention to the war machines that had been swallowed by the swamp in the airborne before.

In fact, he has long been eyeing these war machines.

Even the "automatic meat cutter" in front of me was made by dismantling several Baneblade tanks and the parts of two Titans.

Although the parts on these machines have been corroded, and the so-called circuit wet parts have long been corroded, this is exactly what Carl wants.

Because only in this way can he control these machine armies alone.

This is called fighting poison with fire.

Carefully controlling the swamp beneath his feet began to squirm.

It didn't take long for a large number of discarded parts to be sent to him in a "gut peristaltic transport".

After deliberately causing the surrounding swamps to spray several times the concentration of yellow mist, he began to improvise these damaged war machines.

And because they are all things from the STC template.

These machines all have a certain degree of versatility in parts.

Therefore, as long as the technology is good enough, one can be repaired after dismantling 2-3 units.

As for control, those former pilots who couldn't even find their ashes must be hopeless.

Fortunately, this reflects the role of the large-scale mechanical "machine soul".

Although there are different opinions about the machine soul.

But from the point of view of practical test theory, machine souls can indeed affect the combat state of machines, and some machine souls can indeed control themselves in times of crisis.

As far as Karl understands, the machine soul is a kind of consciousness product produced by the connection of a large number of "wet parts" inside the machine.

Generally speaking, such products will not have any consciousness.

But years of exposure to various influences, coupled with the wetware production process itself, cannot guarantee complete deconsciousness.

In short, this is a kind of machine soul, an objective explanation based on phenomena.

As for the general saying that everything works, Carl says that it's okay to say bye once in a while.

Generally speaking, in order to please the machine soul, people will use some methods such as anointing with holy oil, singing hymns, and affixing holy chapters.

But this time is different.

Because what Karl is going to play next is not a good person.

Although it is not very realistic, even if there is only a slight possibility, he would like to remove Erebus from the game of Galaxy.

At least he can't be allowed to stay next to the Warmaster to make suggestions.

After all, stealing is stealing.

But only half was stolen.

And it's the good half.

This means that the sons of Horus who stay at 30k will be more thoroughly corrupted.

This is also a price.

Fortunately, it is not a big problem.

After all, no matter what happens here, the Imperium of Man must at least reach M42.

As long as Karl can "resurrect" these collected souls in M42.

It is an absolute "luxury waste" for the "New Sons of Horus" with the strength of an entire legion-level land combat team to be used as a jumping team for Frank No. [-].

That's no warband after it's been dismantled.

That's a legion!
Although there are still many questions that Carl has not had time to think about.

For example, where does the power of Horus come from, where does the Astartes copy the body, where does the genetic technology (seed) come from, and there is no fleet armor at all, etc.

But just "rebuild a 30K Astartes legion" is enough for Karl to spend his energy regardless of the cost.

That is the light of fire in the dark night, that is the kindling that lights up the dark side of the empire.

Imagine if Guilliman struggled to fight back to the dark side of the empire, and then suddenly found that several "uncorrupted brothers" of himself were gathering together to lead the legion to a party.

That expression must be wonderful.

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(End of this chapter)