Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 176 Distorted Faith
"call."

Staring at the grains of sand raised by his breath, Karl was really taken aback.

The reaction time of normal people is actually as fast as 0.1 seconds, and the slow one can even be as high as 0.3 seconds.

The error tolerance of 0.1 second is too small, and even he can only control it by estimating the time in advance.

(This is far more exciting than taking a leap of faith.)
But as mentioned before, opening the final form is equivalent to calling the emperor card to play instead.

So for the next 0.1 seconds, Karl can only watch the show with popcorn.

And as if he understood what he meant, the emperor controlled the body by remote control and landed on the ground with one hand, then took advantage of the opportunity and rushed into a religious etiquette clothing store next door.

In the next moment, Karl appeared in the appearance of a magic stick at a corner two streets away from the "hard" landing point.

And a caring person even conveniently stuffed a wad of Skyhawk coins into his pocket.

No one noticed the sudden appearance of the priest in purple church attire.

Because their attention was attracted by an inexplicable "explosion" not far away.

That was the strength that was easily removed by the Emperor before.

It was only after watching the smoke and dust rising in the distance that Karl realized how much impact the landing just now had.

But this is also good, at least for a short period of time, the group of people on the tower will not know that the Karl Vika they are talking about is still alive.

And as long as we wait until tomorrow, with the entry of the Ultramarines and the death guards who don't know why they came to join in the fun, all the original order here will be subverted.

At that time, even if he has a wanted warrant issued by the so-called Holy City Guard, it will be useless.

Looking at the stars above his head that hadn't crossed the apex, Karl breathed a sigh of relief.

At least for now we are still a while away from that so-called 8:00 TST.

This period of time is enough for him to explore the road before getting a deeper understanding.

After turning around, he naturally blended into the surging crowd around him.

It seems that the impact just now did not cause too much commotion, and the surrounding crowd soon returned to the harmony of the past.

Feeling the warm sun hitting his body, Carlton felt a long-lost comfort.

It was as if this was the "resort" that the emperor planned for him.

The foot is a widened road paved with neat stone slabs.

Layers of thick gravel were neatly laid out in the gaps between those smooth and new stone slabs.

Carl hadn't seen this kind of scenery for a long time.

These things are much more "expensive" than those rusty metal covers that smell musty.

And this kind of expensive is not reflected in the so-called "cost" in normal understanding.

After all, regardless of the transportation factor, the metal cover is definitely more expensive than the slate.

The reason why these slates are expensive is reflected in the utilization of space.

Obviously, 1 square meter in the hive capital is not equivalent to 1 square meter in the perfect city.

This is the "home" of the Word Bearers.

Whether it is from a security point of view or a religious point of view, every inch of land here is a sky-high price for Karl.

There is no so-called poor here, or the poverty of people here can only be reflected in the spirit.

It is precisely for this reason that such a "retro" stone brick pedestrian street will beat those mixed-structure steel-frame tunnels in municipal engineering in a unique way.

Looking up, Karl didn't see too many aircraft in the sky of Perfect City.

And even if there are, they are just some small patrol boats with the banners of the Holy City Guard and the Holy Order.

But this is strange, neither flying nor running.

Can the operation of the entire perfect city be maintained simply by relying on these "pilgrims" who carry the burden of scriptures on the road?
Obviously, as a "professional", Carl did not regard Lorgar as a fool.

The reason the Word Bearers advance slowly on each world is that they are less willing to use violence than the other Legions.

They are more inclined to achieve their goals through negotiation, missionary, persuasion (semi-physical) and other means.

The advantage of doing this is that the recovered world can quickly get back on track with the help of the legion.

And it's not over yet.

Even if the main fleet leaves, there will still be some people left in the legion to continue to help the construction of these worlds.

In a sense, the Word Bearers Legion is one of the few legions willing to vigorously build the "persuaded" world.

At this point, even Lorgar, who was usually not popular, received a rare positive comment from Guilliman.

Worlds reclaimed by the Word Bearers are often renewed after decades of construction.

Naturally, it is the hometown of the Word Bearers, or the sacred place in their hearts.

The perfect city is obviously not as simple as it seems.

But soon, he wanted to understand where those disappearing roads went.

As a train passed under his feet, all doubts disappeared in an instant.

These superficial religious complexes are only part of the perfect city.

Those real transportation parts were buried under the feet of everyone by thick metal partitions.

This time, even Karl had to admire Lorgar's talent in "building a city".

After all, some knowledge, knowing the blueprints is one thing, but it is another thing to splice those blueprints together reasonably.

It has to be said that Lorgar is a qualified scholar and missionary.

In general, he is more suitable to be an internal speaker and an external diplomat.

But it was also such a Primarch that stuffed more doubts into Karl's mind.

Word Bearers spend much of their time spreading ideology across conquered worlds.

In those worlds, people will generally believe that the rule of the empire is good, and that mankind will eventually return to its peak.

It is for this reason that most of the worlds the Word Bearers pass through show extreme fanaticism for the Imperium, or the Emperor.

As a result, there is almost no place for traitors in these worlds.

But as the saying goes, it's dark under the lights.

In some cases this extreme cult can turn into a disaster if it is not properly guided.

From the Gothic cathedral in the distance floats waves of psalms filled with praise;
The book sellers on the broad stone road continued to yell and sell the classics on the burden beside them;

The midday sun shines on the towering and majestic sculptures farther away.

Everything seems so ordinary.

It seems that there is no difference between this place and the ordinary religious world.

At least in the eyes of those mortals.

In a world immersed in dreams, a person who is still awake suddenly comes.

Then the sober one will see the madness and distortion in it.

The "Emperor" under the Psalm has been put in quotation marks;

The "history" in the scriptures has been distorted and tampered with;

The "face" on the magnificent sculpture has been destroyed.

This is not the so-called perfect city at all, but the next Eye of Terror.

Walking on the warm sunny street, Carl could not feel any warmth.

Those poems stimulated his eardrums like the screams of ghosts;

Those words eroded his consciousness like the corruption of the abyss;

The statues watched his steps like living demons.

Every time he took a step, he could clearly feel that the religious world was squeezing him out.

He doesn't belong here, he should leave immediately on his own.

Because they have a new "Emperor".

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　I will take a day off tomorrow and update at 12 o'clock tomorrow night.

　　There are a lot of things at home this weekend, I am really tired and I have received a little blessing from my loving father.

　　In addition, there is still need to polish the outline of the Mortarion line in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)