Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 187 Intimidation Tactics
"Level 6 final form!"

With the deduction of 1 points of power of hope, the field that was familiar to Karl expanded again.

The dissipated golden light curtain collided with the blue-purple field opened by the governor of the city before, and finally annihilated each other in the void.

Since the entire operation was performed by the Emperor, the so-called Carl, who was holding melon seeds, Coke, and popcorn, had enough free time to analyze the situation.

The situation in this battle is clear.

The City Governor possessed by Tzeentch, against Karl possessed by the Emperor.

In a sense, this time it is really a show where the gods fight their agents.

However, although due to the limitation of the upgrade conditions of "Wind of Recovery", Carl has no way to go to the actual battle in person, but this instead gives him a more calm and objective analysis of the game of moves between the two sides.

In fact, the Emperor who possessed Karl this time did not have any advantage.

As we all know, although the 30k emperor is a strong immortal and psychic, his strength is far less than the old bacon version after 1 years of long-term belief.

So in fact, the power of this statue does not come from the present, but from the distant 40k period.

As a result, Karl, as the "network cable" or the only carrier, bears most of the load.

According to the omens of collapse that came from his body from time to time, he speculated that this was the price of extreme use of psionic energy.

I used the skills of level 3 before, probably because the "power" was not strong enough, so the feeling of tearing the weight was not as obvious as this time.

But this time is different. If I have to describe it, Karl even thinks that the emperor has turned on "overclocking" conveniently.

But he can also understand this. After all, if the Emperor, who is not playing at home, can't quickly drive Tzeentch away, then the "network cable" Karl must be the first to fail.

Then the fun will really be big.

Therefore, similar to Karl's analysis, the moment the emperor took over, the emperor unleashed a full blow in the current state.

While Tzeentch was still lamenting the sudden appearance of the Emperor, the golden long sword condensed in Karl's hand had already pierced straight out.

There are no fancy skills, because those skills will be so vulnerable in the face of absolute power,
The traitor didn't dodge when he saw this, although he hadn't had time to sort out the thread of fate, but he was not a vegetarian.

Although he did feel a hint of threat in that golden flame, it was nothing more than that.

The ancient mantra was recited silently in his heart, and a crack that tore the curtain of reality was instantly formed out of thin air.

This place has already been his territory, so the barrier between reality and subspace has been reduced to a thickness that is on the verge of collapse by those chanting scriptures.

Even as long as he wants, his deity can tear a new mini eye of fear here at any time.

But that didn't fit his position.

Compared with the overall interests of Chaos, it seems that the sudden appearance of this emperor-like existence can bring him more joy in the so-called change.

So he decided to use the annoying teleportation that couldn't be hit to tease the existence in front of him.

How wonderful this change is, it would be even better if there were some emotional sacrifices attached.

But just when he tore open the cracks with ease and was about to use this method to play with the threatening opponent in front of him, an accident happened.

The golden long sword became much larger in an instant as if it was opened.

An analogy is that the size that was originally only used by mortals suddenly became the size used by the Primarch.

It was also this sudden change that made up for the last missing distance of the blade tip.

This was completely beyond Tzeentch's expectations.

Because his so-called prophecy cannot target the existence of the same level very well.

Perhaps he could roughly figure out that this unknown existence came from the future according to the thread of chaotic fate, but he was completely unable to predict the change of the blade in the emperor's hand in a short period of time.

But this does not mean that Tzeentch can only sit still.

He has long been accustomed to such unexpected changes, and only in this way can He be called the Lord of Changes.

It seemed that he made some emergency response. The moment his shoulder touched the golden long sword, the skin on the surface of Teska's shoulder that he controlled formed a thick blue hardened surface.

But even so, those golden flames still left a deep and visible scar.

Even though this scar was quickly filled by the distorted skin on both sides under the force of the subspace that surged in.

But those remaining energies are still roasting his incarnation.

Contrary to the so-called anger, Tzeentch felt a little excitement at this moment.

He loves the unexpected.

Only continuous changes can provide him with continuous vitality and stronger power.

In fact, although this sword did hurt the body that he temporarily occupied, it actually strengthened his strength on a more macro level.

But now, he wants to use his own way to send a "return gift" that will also surprise the other party.

You know, this place can be regarded as His territory in a sense.

He doesn't bother to use the violent power of Khorne, which is a blasphemy against the word "wisdom".

This seemingly ordinary punch even contains the power to destroy the meaning of existence itself.

But in the face of such a terrifying punch, the emperor in the distance was indeed very calm.

This did not meet Tzeentch's expectations, so he temporarily changed his tactics.

But at the moment when he was about to close his fist, the emperor in the distance moved.

It's just that it's not the hands that move, but the mouth.

"Reverse backtracking."

As soon as the words fell, His punch directly blasted into a golden crack.

Seeing the astonished expression on his face, a bold guess suddenly popped up in Carl's mind—could he have hit himself?

After all, this is the only way to explain why the Lord of Changes would flee like a lost soul in the next second.

He likes change, but he doesn't like changes that might eat back at him.

This is also another universal nature reflected in the subspace of the biological soul - selfishness.

After all, if it is not selfish, you want to achieve your own "leap" by absorbing a lot of biological emotions.

Perhaps the world at this moment is not filled with so much darkness, chaos, and death.

However, it seems that the emperor has no intention of letting him go.

The golden blade was raised again, and quickly stabbed at the decayed body again.

"Pfft."

That was the sound of the golden long sword piercing into the chest.

It's a pity that Tzeentch also spent a lot of money this time.

He did not hesitate to give up part of his original existence, and fled here quickly.

He had to go back and reorganize the thread of fate that had become a mess again. He was very curious about who could escape from fate and become the "network thread" that bridged the past and the future for the emperor.

Although this is "fun", this kind of fun must be controlled within a necessary range.

At the same time, Karl and Tesca were brought by the Emperor to the so-called new perfect city.

It's just that the new perfect city seen by the two is very different.

In Karl's eyes, this is not just a projection, a false, not yet existing object.

It is a Huihong city that has been rebuilt long ago.

Except for the blank space on the central monument, it can be said that this is a 1:1 replica of the perfect city.

It's just that there is still a lack of believers living in it for the time being, so it looks a little empty and lonely.

Recalling the inexplicable words the Emperor said before "purifying" Tesca, Karl seemed to have guessed something.

=Why me=
=Because of fate=
=You know what I'm doing this=
=That is not important=
=Have you understood?=
These words did not come from the mouth of the Emperor.

As early as on the ruins of the Blood Council Hall in Frank No. [-]'s bottom lair, Karl himself said these almost the same guiding words.

The only difference is that Carl handed Teska a task split mind map of =Wandering Frank III=.

And the emperor directly gave the so-called city governor in front of him a blueprint for building a city.

Could that governor be Tesca?

Carl doesn't know.

These inferences can only be guesses after all, and cannot be used as conclusive evidence.

However, from the fragmented body of the City Governor in front of him, Karl did not see any dying soul.

Reminiscent of the emperor's liking for making money, the above inferences are likely to be inseparable.

And after the dreamlike picture of the perfect city gradually dissipated, he found that he had already left the scene of the sacrificial ceremony.

This is terrible, people have not been saved yet!

Carl, who thought he had delayed the important event, immediately rolled up with a grunt, looking around.

But soon his hanging heart was relieved.

Because this is the so-called "retreat train" he had reserved long ago.

Running according to the designed route, they will soon be able to leave the confines of the perfect city.

At that time, as long as the Ultramarines and the Death Guard come down to "evacuate the civilians", they can mix in and leave quietly.

For the plan he set up in advance, he said that it was perfect.

But soon, the confident smile gradually disappeared from his face.

Through a specially shaped corner passing by outside the window, he realized that the train he was on did not seem to be heading towards the retreat point he expected.

Instead, the train is heading for the heart of the perfect city.

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(End of this chapter)