Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 184

Since he didn't go too far, Luka who was going to the religious court didn't need to hitch a ride.

And since one person needs to stay in the underground station to guard the retreat train, he finally returned to the state of solo action after going around.

Putting on the purple church attire that came with him again, he always felt that the clothes still fit him inexplicably.

Dragging his long tail, he walked back to the ground along the familiar passage again.

During the period, he noticed that in the previous underground maintenance hall, several people seemed to be trying to tip off the news.

But that doesn't matter, after all, he has absolute strength to crush, and he is not afraid of these small tricks at all.

A backup railway line passes just under the old church.

Although there is no access to the railway line directly from above, isn't this just the emperor card plug-in.

This is what Li Da Flying Brick refers to.

Walking out of the oppressive and dark revolving passage, what caught his eyes was a golden dusk.

The stars that are about to set in the distance exude a reddish afterglow.

This will be the end of everything, this will be the last sunset on the perfect city.

The flow of people on the street is still as bustling as ever, and the singing voices floating in the distance are still clearly discernible.

=If Lorgar is given another chance, will he find these strange things=
For this question that suddenly appeared in his mind, Karl couldn't think of a suitable answer for the time being.

It is true that Lorgar may not be a fanatic in a certain sense.

Because in that case, his thoughts about the burning of Perfect City shouldn't be at least—outright hatred.

But if this belief is placed at 40k, it is really useful.

For example, if the Wandering Frank No. [-] is built into a religious holy place like the perfect city in front of him, Karl believes that his power of hope will surely rise steadily.

However, how to prevent their beliefs from being distorted and stolen by the four gods in such a large-scale crowd is still a challenging problem.

Regarding religion, to be honest, Karl is not very familiar with it.

It’s okay if you let him spread the gospel in the name of the emperor, but when it comes to formulating rules and regulations, he will stop.

After all, humans in the Golden Age didn't engage in this kind of religion, and there was nothing recorded in the Mechanic Canon, and even Karl couldn't make it up out of thin air.

"If only I could abduct a few cans of Word Bearers and go back to preach like the Son of Horus."

Accompanied by this inadvertent blurt of complaints, a new idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

(Could it be that the Emperor sent me here for this purpose?)
But obviously, even if the real purpose of the emperor is like this, there are still a few key steps missing.

The last time the Son of Horus was abducted, the medium used was the artifact "The Chronicle of Urshe" presented by the Emperor's Gift

And the whole process itself is still based on the fact that Karl cleverly used the wind of recovery to control a large area of ​​the plague swamp to help him share the so-called cost.

But this time is different.

Firstly, the Emperor never gave him new artifacts at all, and secondly, he did not find a medium to share the "price" for him.

In this way, even if he could find the Emperor's so-called artifact, the simple price of stealing the soul would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Thinking of this, the train of thought stops here.

Fortunately, the problem is not big, at least he still has the most important clue in his hands that has not been activated yet.

Only then would he be able to deduce the Emperor's alleged plan from the complete set of clues.

Shaking his head slightly, he said that the thoughts in his head were temporarily put away.

Listening to the increasingly clear and loud choir singing praising the false emperor, he knew that he was not far from the area of ​​the old religious court.

There is no grandeur of the thousands of meters tall buildings and sculptures in the distance, but the various details of the buildings reflect the faith engraved in the bone marrow all the time.

The traces of a hundred years have already cast a haze on these old Gothic church buildings.

It was a rotten aura that could not be completely concealed no matter how it was treated.

To be precise, there is no clear boundary between the old religious court and the surrounding ordinary blocks.

And contrary to Karl's guess, there are no guards here.

Except for the servants who can be seen at a glance, there are only the most devout believers here.

It's a pity that what they now believe in is only a "false emperor" at the core of the perfect city.

But Karl probably knows why this lack of guards.

From the moment he stepped into this area, he felt a strong and indescribable smell of corruption.

These qi are eroding his mind all the time.

If he hadn't already been a svip-level member of the Sishen chat room, he would have been assimilated the moment he stepped into this area.

Scanning the group of pilgrims who were also wearing purple robes passing by, Karl finally fully understood the reason why this group of people chose "spreaders of corruption" from the new maintenance workers.

The eyes of this group of so-called pilgrims and most of the priests are extremely empty at this moment.

If he had to find a word to describe the current state of this group of people, Carl would be more willing to call it a group of sluggish walking dead.

They do not seem to belong to their own souls.

Even with the mechanical servants created by the Mechanics, they were able to fight back and forth.

This kind of believer can't see any problems in the perfect city, but if he wants to covertly spread this kind of belief corruption to other planets, it will probably be a bit embarrassing.

However, since it is only the "majority", there are still a small number of sober people.

At least the moment he mixed into the crowd, he felt at least two glances over him.

Deliberately putting on a pious expression, Karl just followed the crowd all the way.

He didn't know the location of the so-called prison, but the problem here was not very big.

This is not a problem that so-called "technology" can solve.

In fact, before he set off, he had asked Aurelia the location of the prison in the old religious court.

In his opinion, such a powerful Assassin Court couldn't even handle such a small matter.

But the answer he got really opened his eyes.

"There is no prison in the old religious court, or it can be said that any place can be a prison."

The reasoning game ends immediately.

Indeed, in such a crowd, any place can become a so-called prison.

Therefore, any efforts to find and save people are doomed to be futile.

The only possible opportunity is to complete the so-called cut-off at the scene of execution and sacrifice at 8:00.

And obviously, even the powerful Assassin's Court couldn't get someone out of the tens of thousands of fanatics.

At least Karl felt that the eyes that were watching him at the moment thought so.

Maybe they were waiting for Karl to be naturally corrupted by the smell of the old church;

Maybe they were waiting for the Holy City Guard on the tower in the distance to come to help;

Perhaps they were waiting for Karl to step into the scene of the so-called sacrificial ceremony.

But no matter whether they recognized Karl's identity or whether they had other ideas, as far as the current situation is concerned, it is overall beneficial to Karl.

He is not afraid of being surrounded, because he has already prepared a retreat.

If there is no accident, at this moment Aurée Ni has brought an intercepted train and is waiting in a track under the old religious court.

Constantly comparing various reference objects on the ground in his mind, Carl was also comparing reference objects on the map in his mind while pretending to delay time.

Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if the punch is empty.

In this way, time gradually passed slowly with the accompaniment of profane singing around.

The red sun in the distance has been blocked by the slightly tall Gothic church, only the still red sky shows the last hope.

Although these churches are much inferior to the giant buildings that are often thousands of meters away, they are far from small in Carl's eyes.

At least from the perspective of 3K, these exquisite buildings with tens of meters of high-purity painted glass windows are already exaggerated.

But it is this sense of contrast that further verifies the magnificence of the main building of the perfect city in the distance.

Only when you are among the crowds that are gradually converging in one place can you realize this kind of insignificance.

Crowds of believers gathered together, holding all kinds of religious banners and scepters in their hands, and chanting words that Karl regarded as extremely blasphemous.

This seems to be the central square of the entire old church.

=The religious court reports that the heresy ceremony headed by Kelia will be executed in the central church at 8:00 Terran standard time tonight=
This is the report Carl saw before.

Obviously, the grand ceremony in front of them was to execute the last heretics in the perfect city.

As the red sun in the distance gradually dimmed, darkness gradually enveloped the entire square.

Before the darkness completely enveloped the place, a row of torches flashing coquettish blue were lit one by one by the believers.

In addition to the ring of torches surrounding the main execution platform, three rows of aisle-like torches were lit.

Karl guessed that these three reserved passages were probably prepared for the so-called city governor, representatives of the old religious court and prisoners respectively.

Hearing the blasphemy around him like a wave, he felt a chill.

But it was this scene that broke through his thoughts in an instant.

(Wait, why am I so familiar with this scene?)
The two intertwined timelines finally converge here.

The scene that happened here was so similar to the scene he saw on Frank III before he fell asleep.

In other words, this is the inevitable result of crazy beliefs being misguided.

This is the inevitable ruinous end of any blind faith without self-reflection.

The scenes on the Frank III are so similar, absolute belief, absolute authority, and absolute obedience.

This is not to say that believing in the Emperor is bad, but that there must be a group of sober enough people to guide and correct it.

This was a warning given to him by the Emperor, and he must start to face up to the issue of belief in his Hive City on the Frank III as soon as possible after the "Wind of Resurrection Leave" ended.

Just look at the "tragedy" of the perfect city, and you will know that this kind of problem must be nipped in the bud before it explodes.

Obviously, the kind of crazy pilgrimage that Karl encountered before is a bad sign.

Although it cannot be said that this kind of pilgrimage is not good, but this kind of crazy belief can easily make people lose the most basic ability to judge.

This lack of judgment will lead to the beginning of so-called blind faith.

Thinking of this, he probably already had a new plan in his mind.

But that's all for later, right now he has to save the five unlucky ones in the distance first.

That is 5 figures trapped on the cross.

Although it was not clear who was who because of the distance, he knew that those who were tied to the cross could never be the governor of the city and the representatives of the old religious court.

While pulling at the crowd next to him, Karl squeezed forward.

And when he was about halfway through, the so-called representatives of the old religious court also arrived.

The representatives of the old church, wearing various religious robes, entered the arena from one of the three reserved roads under the escort of a kind of fanatic.

The tall fanatic holding a cross ax was naked from the upper body, and those exposed sinews and fleshy flesh looked very unfriendly.

With their appearance, the originally boiling venue quieted down.

Five huge crosses are firmly inserted into the five grooves in the center of the square.

On top of those scorched grooves, various flammable substances have long been piled up. Obviously, the group of people who call themselves the religious court have used this method a lot.

But what puzzled Karl was why there was an empty cross besides the five giant crosses with people tied to it?

However, just as he tried his best to squeeze forward, while squinting to identify the main rescue target of this trip, there was a rumbling sound in the distant air.

Hearing the sudden sound, Karl was startled at first.

(Could it be that the Ultramarines and Death Guard arrived early?)
But soon, counting the teleportation jet projected from the small transport ship in the distance overturned Karl's guess.

This kind of careful subspace teleporter, which is generally only used for jumping between interstellar warships, is not just used.

Accompanied by a flash of lightning, several figures appeared in the center of the square.

Judging from the attire of this group of people, one of them in purple armor is the governor of Perfect City.

Under normal circumstances, apart from those Word Bearers Astartes stationed on the home planet, the City Governor is the highest official here.

Judging from the slightly flickering yellow light curtain around it, Karl speculated that the city governor had at least a rosary-level defense device on his body.

And the city governor was not the only one who appeared with the blue lightning, but also more than dozens of elite Holy City Guards that Karl had seen before.

These elite holy city guards, dressed in purple force feedback armor, armed with large laser rifles, guarded both sides of the city governor at all times.

So far, the three important people have all gathered in the center of this huge vortex.

But a new question also appeared in Carl's mind at the same time.

If the governor of the city was teleported over, why did he need to leave three passages?

But just as he was thinking about it and began to rule out the possibility of other forces getting in, a loud and rough sound was heard throughout the audience through a loudspeaker.

"Karl Vicar, I admire your courage."

After all, the believers who were still crowded before immediately parted ways.

And the end of this road is the third channel reserved.

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(End of this chapter)