Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 169 Shushu "Skaven"

At this moment, Abbadan is in exceptionally good condition.

Whatever happened, if it was still possible to get Horus out, he would definitely try.

He has even started to think about how to find someone who can take advantage of him to kill those traitors.

But when he was in full condition, he was eagerly waiting for Karl to tell him who he was going to kill later.

A heavy overcoat was thrown into his hands by Karl.

He was very puzzled, what is the use of such a thing that can bind its hands and feet at first glance?

Seeing the hesitant Abbadan in his eyes, Karl wiped off his sweat.

(Could it be that the brain is burned out?)

But to be honest, it didn't seem like a big problem when Abadan got up just now.

There is no way, Karl can only give a small hint first.

Pointing to the iconic big braid on Abaddon's head, he reminded: "If your image goes out, I'm afraid it's not..."

He didn't say the whole thing after that.

Because he saw that Abaddon had started to quickly put on his clothes.

Seeing this, Karl sighed inwardly.

Whose name can stop children from crying late at night, whose appearance can make demons timid?
Of course it's our "victorious" new Imperial Marshal, Izekel Abadanla.

To be honest, even wearing a suit that fits perfectly and only shows the head of the smart O'Green, the looming tyrannical and murderous look on Abadan still can't dissipate.

But at least at first glance, it is not as clam-like as before.

After all, except for those core members of the church under Karl's "control".

In the short term that can be met, most of Abadan's subordinates are mortals.

His face, which looked exactly like the Warmaster of the Black Legion, would be best kept hidden, at least until they actually accepted Abbadan.

In case the genuine Izekiel Abaddon noticed, this little Frank No. [-] would not be able to accommodate the great god.

At least until Karl is sure that the loyalist Horus has enough "deterrence" against the traitor Izekyr Abaddon, doing this in the dark side of the empire is more or less deadly.

While Abadan was getting dressed, Karl opened the door of the vault.

Accompanied by the sound of "twigs", he pushed away the upward-turned wooden floor above his head.

It was a modest hut.

The oil lamp on the wooden table had been extinguished for a long time.

At the moment, only some blue moss clinging to the walls of the room provide faint lighting.

With the opening of the treasure house, the dust that had settled in the air was raised again.

The raised fine dust slightly eased the nausea caused by the putrid smell that permeated the stale air.

Walking to the table, he put the leftover teapot up to his nose and sniffed it carefully.

After finding no major problems, he pushed open the wooden door with the teapot in hand.

With the illumination of the glowing moss around him, he quickly found the place where the "distorted mouse" was hidden before.

Lifting off the top cover, the unlucky bastard was still sleeping soundly inside.

"Yo, the effect of the medicine is quite long-lasting."

While complaining, Carl raised the teapot in his hand and poured a little of the liquid into the mouth of the deformed mouse.

I didn't have time to look at it in an emergency before, but now I have time to observe it carefully, only to find that this thing is not small.

Thanks to the fact that he was driving the violent force when he grabbed the mouse and ran away.

Otherwise, anyone who is holding such a big thing will be tired enough to run.

But it is also this kind of mutated mouse that looks a little bigger than a rabbit that can do the work that really needs them to do well.

As the liquid gradually poured into Shushu's mouth, as if waking up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, Shushu twitched a few times and then woke up gasping heavily.

But in the next second, the startled Shushu was again frightened even more severely.

Abadan, who didn't know when he got dressed, had already followed out holding a thick metal rod that he didn't know where he picked up.

Obviously, it was perfect for him to make an "alien" that was close in front of his eyes and might threaten the Emperor's Messenger as his first appetizer after waking up.

But just when he released the killing intent all over his body, and was about to deliver the emperor's gospel to Shushu who was almost scared into cardiac arrest, Karl waved his hand to stop his swinging iron rod.

"Now it is no longer the Great Crusade you are familiar with. We must unite all forces that can be united."

"Including this thing?" Abba scratched his head at Karl's explanation, as if he didn't quite understand it, but in general he still trusted Karl.

At least Cal is the only one here who can bring Horus back to life.

And until Horus is reborn, he temporarily obeys almost any command Cal gives him.

Therefore, although he still had some doubts, Abadan put down the stick he was holding.

Seeing that Abadan recognized Shushu, Karl was relieved.

If this guy is killed, who will fix his =Wandering Frank No. [-] plan=?

Although it is not impossible to employ people to repair, but you must know that the inside of the hive capital is still so dirty.

The radiation ruins, scorching deserts, and waste swamps outside the hive capital are even less suitable for construction.

Obviously, those places are not a big problem for the deformed mice in front of them.

But the idea is good, but there is still a "little" problem.

Others Carl doesn't know, but he still has a bit of a clue about his own situation.

The Emperor was watching him.

This is indeed raising mutated creatures in front of the emperor, somewhat frantically testing on the verge of danger.

Besides, it's fine to keep one, but how can one satisfy Karl's endless desire for "surplus value"?

This is not a question of loitering, it is simply "middle".

Therefore, it is not actually Carl who decides the life and death of Shushu in the end.

In an instant, after Karl stopped the metal rod in Abadan's hand, the atmosphere froze.

He was waiting, waiting for the Emperor's next instruction.

But wait and see, the emperor didn't seem to care about breeding mutant rats.

Finally, after several minutes of silence, Karl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, who will repair those damaged load-bearing columns?

Another remote call to the emperor construction team?
This is called going outside, bah, to develop a characteristic environmental protection economy that is in line with the actual environment of Frank No. [-].

Moreover, the so-called policy should be gradually adjusted according to the actual situation.

Don’t you see Guilliman who woke up, what he always wanted to do the most is to eat the "Book of Astartes" he wrote back into his stomach?

So after confirming that the emperor had no intention of stopping this matter, an evil plan emerged in Karl's mind.

Gradually, the way he looked at Shushu changed.

It was a look greedily longing for more "surplus value".

It doesn't need much, because he doesn't plan to catch these mutant mice back for domestication, that would be too time-consuming.

Instead, he only needs a few of these mice.

They will become the "primarchs" of cloning (breeding), providing Karl with a steady stream of inexhaustible labor.

Correspondingly, the demands of these mice are ridiculously low.

Carl, who owns the Emperor Void grain production machine, said that there is no famine that cannot be solved by a void grain production line.

If so, open another one.

What a simple thing, this is nothing compared to what he can get = production efficiency gain =.

So after making up his mind, Carl took out a small tablet from the backpack behind him with his backhand.

He held up the tablet and seduced the shivering Skaven, "I have some good people here, why don't you hang out with me?"

Looking at the machines that continuously spit out "grain" in the picture in front of him, Skaven's eyes stared straight.

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(End of this chapter)