Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 195 Ten Thousand Years of Penance

In the open space outside the perfect city, the dust raised by the collapsed buildings in the distance has covered the entire sky.

The air was filled with a disgusting burnt smell and all kinds of tile dust flying in all directions.

On both sides of the field stood a large number of Ultramarines and Death Guards, who had just been liberated from the fighting in the Perfect City.

The Ultramarines who were in charge of suppressing the forces left behind by the Word Bearers were alright, at least as can be seen from their still intact queue, they hadn't experienced any major battles.

But on the other hand, the death guards who were only helping "by the way" were not so lucky.

A lot of places were vacant in the original complete queue.

Although Karl, who has a complete perspective of the whole city, knows that most of them are only seriously injured and need to be taken back to the Endurance for recuperation and treatment, but this kind of loss is indeed reflected in front of Lorgar.

But Karl also knows that no matter how much evidence they can produce, it will be futile to prove that there is indeed a problem in the perfect city.

On Lorgar at this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of Horus before.

You can never wake up a person who has been blinded from all external perception.

In a sense, it's a deal.

"Rejoice! For I have brought you the good news."

"The gods walk among us"

As in the previous Chronicle of Urshe, after reading the seemingly unrelated prayers on the title page, the burning ceremony with the price began as expected.

There are no fancy special effects, no exaggerated performances, everything seems so natural.

Mixed with the interference of the surrounding majestic Emperor's psychic energy, the recording work proceeded extremely smoothly.

Because, this work is also an event that Tzeentch wishes to happen.

Only in this way can He completely blind the remaining half of Lorgar's eyes.

He knew very well that all this was the Emperor's futility.

Because as it says in that ancient agreement - they will always take their half.

The emperor's behavior is nothing more than a random choice.

Perhaps in the distant future, the emperor can really achieve "I want it all" in another sense.

But Tzeentch, who truly understands the nature of the Primarch's power and the nature of the so-called "burning books", understands the true meaning of the so-called "price".

Even if the Emperor stole half of the loyalty of the original traitor Primarch through this crooked way, they would also steal the other half from other so-called loyalists.

This is also a balance.

There is a certain kind of destiny balance in this world, and no existence in this world can break this so-called destiny.

As for the selection of the extra other half, he pointed the power of the subspace that became turbulent due to "compensation" to Guilliman at the side.

But now is not the time, because there is another existence beside Guilliman that is not in his plan at this moment.

The one who didn't know what medicine was wrong --- Mortarion.

An existence that cannot be accurately calculated by the thread of fate is simply a provocation to Tzeentch.

Although he likes that kind of change, and thinks this kind of change is very interesting from the bottom of his heart.

But when this change affects the macro level, such as his plan to subvert the human empire, this existence has to be considered separately.

But there is another painful problem involved here, Mortarion is the talent that Nurgle chooses.

So according to those damn agreements, even Tzeentch, who likes to play with the Code most, doesn't want to touch this mess.

Fortunately, the "prophecy that the great rebellion will succeed" shows no sign of wavering.

It was precisely because of this that He acquiesced in some small actions of the Emperor.

Silently putting away the overflowing subspace power, he cast his eyes that seemed to be able to see through all time and space to other places.

He was going to find the culprit who really caused Mortarion to deviate from the original "route".

With the end of burning, this body named Carl Vika also came to the end of the so-called lifespan.

In fact, as a mortal.

Even if it is not the birthplace of psychic energy, but only as a "network cable" for transmitting psychic energy, this body has persisted long enough.

So here comes the question, how to send the three "Holy Words" that have been burnt to the Frank III of M42?

First of all, Kai Liya is directly excluded.

虽然的确是她最终在M42将这本书递到了卡尔手上，但很显然36年后001.M31的63-19战役以及004.M31的戴文卫星之战，还有属于她的一场牺牲。

And once Kai Liya is excluded, the only remaining candidate is Aurelia.

Even Karl wasn't sure where the assassin's hometown was, where he came from.

But that dark premonition reminded him that that was the answer to the question.

Because the Emperor will not send a letter out of thin air, a near-identical person.

Besides, this is just a trivial matter for Karl, after all, the "Holy Words" is lying quietly beside him on the M42 at this moment.

That was the determined ending, and the middle process was actually not important to him.

"Bring my friend here."

Facing the request of the emperor's envoy, the veteran sergeant Andus Hakur, who was assigned by Captain Galo to be in charge, did not dare to neglect.

Although due to the sudden appearance of Lorgar and the Word Bearers fleet, their messages to Mortarion have not yet been answered.

But if he just wanted to meet two "mortals", he could make his own decisions.

So soon, Aurelia and Kai Liya, who had already evacuated from the Perfect City area with the crowd, were brought over.

At this moment, the body named Carl Vika could no longer make any movements.

But the huge psionic energy it controls can still accurately convey orders to anyone.

Even this kind of remote operation made Carl feel that he had experienced the wonderful feeling of "sitting on the toilet" in advance.

In fact, it is really a wonderful feeling to see yourself from the high-latitude perspective of psionic construction.

Perhaps this same experience has only been experienced by the emperor.

But it was this feeling that made Karl feel a chill behind his back.

(Isn't this just letting me get used to living on the toilet first?)

Facing this terrifying but extremely reasonable guess, Karl couldn't hold back for a moment.

The so-called "trial" given to him by the Four Gods before was to make him adapt to being a "network cable" and resist corruption.

Now, let him experience the unique feeling of sitting on the toilet, it's hard not to make him imagine in that direction.

But thinking about it, Karl has no intention of rebelling.

It is more important to do business well first than to think about those weird things.

"Take these three books, take them to Frank III, and remember that they are worth more than your life."

For a member of the Assassin Court, concise orders are the best orders.

In that case, they can be given the maximum space for free play.

It can be said that the speaker has no intention and the listener is interested.

"Frank III?"

This is an absolute secret to her, no one "alive" knows her origin.

Unless that person is...

The existence that has been lurking in the shadows?

"Wind of Recovery?"

Subconsciously, she uttered the first words spoken by the other party when she first met with that being.

It's a pity that Karl, who had already gone west, didn't find these details that might indicate his past.

Because before his consciousness returned, his attention was completely absorbed by the Primarch who was rushing towards him in the crowd.

However, what surprised him was that at this moment, the Primarch brought the attendant who was originally Captain Galo——Caleb.

And Caleb had a "flute" pinned to his waist.

He had seen this flute before, at the end of the decisive battle on the Devon satellite.

When he was kicked back by the ascended version of Mortarion to get the power needed for Horus' resurrection, he had heard this kind of performance that obviously didn't match the style of the surrounding paintings.

If this body can last longer, maybe he can ask himself what's going on.

But unfortunately, just as the story can never be perfect, is this the end of this "tour"?

Obviously, it's too early to talk about it at this moment.

=waking up=
Karl felt the warm sun shining on him.

This is very unreasonable, because this kind of sunlight does not exist in the hive capital of Frank III.

And as the eyelids opened, a tall figure appeared in front of his eyes.

That's the Emperor.

At this time, the emperor had already put on the familiar golden armor, and stared at the perfect city in the distance with a blank expression.

Following the Emperor's line of sight, Karl saw a perfect city that was as new as ever.

Since the emperor did not take the initiative to speak, and the coercive aura that comes with him is too strong, Karl did not dare to speak.

The scene just cooled down.

But just when Carl felt a little overwhelmed, the scenery in the distance gradually changed.

On that brand new perfect city, a phantom of the past was reflected.

It was a burning city that was gradually disintegrating and collapsing.

The superimposition of two completely different scenes made Karl feel an extremely weird feeling.

But the chaotic scenery in the distance is no longer important at this moment.

With just a slight wave of the sharp blade in the Emperor's hand, a terrifying crack appeared out of nowhere in the originally empty square.

With the distortion of space, it seems that the time here is synchronizing with the hell on earth in the illusion.

In a daze, Karl seemed to see the group of Word Bearers who were "struggling and repenting" in the middle of the square.

And in this gap between light and shadow, he seemed to see a trace of guilt on that calm face for the first time when the illusion of the past was superimposed on the emperor.

=The emperor is not indifferent, it is just a mask worn on his face, only in this way can he maintain a detached position in the Great Crusade=
=Everything we all do now is only possible because of what he did=
=Remember him, remember what he did=——"The End and Death"

At this moment Karl seemed to understand the scene he had seen before.

Why would the Emperor be laying the floor of that unfinished hall in the ordinary mason's smock that couldn't be more ordinary.

This is an "apology" and also a "compensation".

In the changing light and shadow, even though He didn't say anything, it still shocked Karl enough.

=The emperor is great not because of the titles he has won, not because of the golden throne he sits on, but because of everything he has done for mankind=
=What we believe in is not the emperor himself, but the spirit reflected in him=
=In that confused darkness, it is this unyielding will that ignites the flame of hope for mankind=
This speech that suddenly appeared in Carl's mind has already answered all the questions he wanted to ask.

What is a healthy and not superstitious religion, the Emperor has given his own answer.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years later, this view will also be regarded as a backward thought.

But as far as the current situation of M42 is concerned, this is the best solution.

At this moment, Karl finally understood the greatest significance of his trip.

The Emperor wanted to tell Karl what he envisioned the State Church to be.

Only then can the changes on Frank III make sense.

Weapons can only kill the enemy, but they cannot prevent the enemy from becoming more and more numerous.

After all, war is only a means, and there are many ways to win.

Seeming to see the so-called "comprehension" from Karl's eyes, the emperor shifted his sight to the empty square.

There, kneeling right now, is a whole legion of Word Bearers.

However, judging from the number of people, it doesn't seem to match the total number of cans engraved by Carl.

Specifically, he speculates that the Emperor may have removed some of the ingredients that were already hopeless.

And at the moment in the center of the square, if anyone was shocked the most, it must be Lorgar, who still had a confused face, who won the first place.

For Lorgar today, it was like going crazy.

First, the subspace rift appeared inexplicably, and the entire 47th Expeditionary Fleet was "thrown" out of the subspace.

Then he found out inexplicably that his two brothers were demolishing his hometown.

Finally, when he wanted to come down to the "physical theory" in a panic, he suddenly knelt down on the ground under the pressure of the familiar spiritual energy.

To be honest, the moment he reacted, his faith almost completely collapsed.

The armor on his body became extremely heavy, and the psychic energy kept hinting to him that the emperor was not a god.

And at the same time, a new god was thrown to him.

At this moment, facing the perfect city that was being completely destroyed, Lorgar was shaken.

What he believed in was indeed the Emperor, but there was a premise - the Emperor must be a god who transcended everything.

But the facts before his eyes kept denying this.

Fortunately, when he was about to give in completely, the "god" he had been expecting to see finally appeared in front of him.

In an instant, all doubts disappeared.

Nothing proves the Emperor's divinity more than witnessing a kingdom of God.

Immediately, a heavy book was handed over to Lorgar.

"Record all the knowledge about fighting corruption, remember your failure, you must wash away this shame with your own hands."

And Karl, who was standing aside, clearly saw the cover of the classic that was handed over to Lorgar.

"Machinery" 2/10
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(End of this chapter)