Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 231 What is the experience of putting money on the monster?
Carl felt a burning sensation in his back.

He subconsciously reached back and touched it, but there was no warning of abnormal temperature from the feedback node of the power armor.

"Ah, the subconscious is brought too far."

It was only at this moment that Karl realized that the inexplicable hallucination just now was actually the hallucination from the dissolving heavy psionic ion cannon on the back of the apex dog.

It's a pity that it is a special model specially designed to cooperate with psykers.

There is no complete machine soul on the apex dog, at least those vague unknown concepts have gathered on the user Karl at this moment.

But even so, he also felt the raging fighting spirit spreading in the body of the apex dog at this moment.

"Oh, so you like that too."

Facing the empty metal magazine wall, Karl sighed.

It is different from controlling the Vertex Dog like a machine through the previously set interface.

At this moment, Karl became the "Apex Dog" in the true sense.

The gears were turning, the engine was roaring, and even though the unprecedented wave of psionic energy strengthened the tide of corpses, at the same time, the apex dog who used psionic energy as a weapon to drive it also gained her own new life.

Walk alone among the ruins of Tizca on giant footsteps.

The surrounding buildings are like children's toys, and the embers left by the beam just now are still flickering sporadically.

The endless tide of corpses in front of him rushed towards his face like a tsunami.

The endless waves of Corruptors have even "artificially" dyed a small continent on Prospero's side green if viewed from space.

The plague clock roared, and every time the huge pendulum on it was struck, Karl could clearly feel that the tide of corpses in front of him was spreading a little faster.

"What an annoying sound."

While complaining, Karl raised the spiritual melta cannons on the left and right claws of the apex dog.

In the next second, a continuous "huge" stream of heat sprayed towards the distant corpse wall.

Each of these shots has a scorching hot melt flow the size of a modern tank, dragging the golden-red tail flames across the incomplete buildings, and finally fell to the forefront of the corpse tide.

And the moment the two came into contact, the two immediately started a violent "chemical reaction".

Amidst the huge explosion, the originally flat surface of the tide of corpses instantly lacked a few small feet like a big cake gnawed by a dog.

Brow wrinkled.

This did not meet Carl's expectations.

But he also knew that this was the power of the plague knell.

It can amplify the power of all warps within its range, even the psionic powers possessed by Karl.

"Zizzi"

That was the mournful cry from the muzzle of the melta cannon. Obviously, this kind of high-temperature shooting couldn't last long for the apex dog at this moment.

And in the last few shots before cooling down, Karl deliberately raised the muzzle slightly.

Seeing those shells that seemed to be unintentional but were actually aimed at the death knell of the plague and were blocked by the lit void shield device, Karl knew it was time to start work.

Putting away the two secondary cannons that were already extremely hot, the speed at the feet of the apex dog increased a bit.

The distance between the two sides is close enough at this moment.

Karl could even hear the random roars of the corpses in the distance.

He was familiar with this voice.

Once upon a time, he was also in the bottom lair of Frank No. [-], and heard the roar of these walking corpses.

That time, he only had a bloodletting dagger in his hand.

But this time, he had two flame claws.

But at the same time, the number of corpses has also multiplied countless times.

Billions of walking corpses, even the toughest armor will be torn away again and again.

Even if the number can be effectively arranged per unit area, the intensity of the corpse tide is limited.

But under the roar of the death knell of the plague, the group of corpses whose strength is gradually increasing under the roar of the plague is still full of oppression.

near, near.

Finally, the wall of corpses slammed into the foot of the apex dog.

However, at the next moment, the jets reserved for the gaps in the foot armor of the apex dog were activated again.

The high temperature instantly roasted most of the walking corpses that dared to approach into carbon ash.

But it was at this time that an accident happened.

The sequelae left by the soldiers of the Amidala Order who besieged the foot of the dog of the apex before.

At the right foot of the apex dog, a blind area of ​​the flame jet appeared first.

And like a bee smelling the nectar, almost in the next second, countless rotting corpses began to climb along this gap.

Their destination is the jet port of other feet.

"Boom"

There was a huge vibration.

That was the shock caused by Karl controlling the apex dog and striding as hard as possible.

A large number of walking corpses were shaken off by the feet of the apex dog, which had been difficult to find a point of attachment, at the same time as the huge feet of the apex dog hit the ground.

After falling, these walking corpses were either roasted to ashes by the burning flames around them, or smashed hard on those similar people who surrounded them, causing a series of "serious" stampede accidents.

But even so, the defense of the entire Apex Dog is crumbling.

The original smooth fireproof paint surface has been covered with all kinds of corrosion.

These dark green corrosive liquids are viscous and corrosive.

After filling the defence-deficit zone of the entire apex canine foot, these areas gradually become suitable for clinging.

As far as the result is concerned, Karl can intuitively feel that each of his steps can only shake down fewer walking corpses.

And those walking corpses still clinging to the feet of the dog at the apex are trying to use their claws that become sharper with the sound of distant bells to destroy other jets that are still functioning at the moment.

Once those vents are completely destroyed, the most vulnerable feet of the entire apex dog will completely lose all protection.

As a Titan, no matter how powerful weapons its upper body is equipped with, as long as the walking mechanism on the feet that bears almost all the pressure is destroyed, those weapons will become decorations.

Especially when facing an army of Nurgle's walking dead, once you lose your mobility, it's basically not much different from being dead.

At least that's what Bonaparte thought.

Anyway, these walking corpses who come for nothing don't need money.

He doesn't care how many of these walking corpses die, except that the plague knell that was just blown up made him feel a little heartbroken.

For this turnaround, he can be said to have paid out half of his family fortune.

He had never thought in his life that he would spend such a large sum of money on three plague knells, just to cover up his embarrassing little secret.

Every time he thinks of the slightly mocking face of Carlos the Destiny Weaver, Bonaparte grumbles with hatred.

Of course, in addition to that, the mortal who inexplicably beat him made him even more irritated.

Because of that battle, he didn't even get a good night's sleep for half a year.

Whenever he tried to fall asleep, the painful memory of being hacked up by thousands of knives would surface in his heart, which could not go away for a long time.

This was nothing short of torture for Bonaparte.

And this is also the main reason why he would put half of his family property at once.

He didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

The avatar he used last time was justifiable, but this time Bonaparte, whose deity came here forcibly, can't find an excuse.

For now, though, Bonaparte doesn't think he's going to lose.

By sacrificing billions of mortals across Prospero, he now controls a terrifying army of the undead.

For these walking corpses, spreading the sky may be a bit difficult.

But cover is absolutely fine.

Bonaparte, who re-climbed a new plague knell, could clearly see from a height the deeds of the dogs that climbed to the top.

They were almost on the verge of removing the first undamaged jet.

As long as it goes on like this, according to Bonaparte's estimation, the apex dog will not even be able to touch the side of the plague knell.

"What, the first shot was a bit scary. It turned out to be a second man."

But before Bonaparte's taunt fell, a familiar wave erupted from the apex dog in the distance again.

This gave Bonaparte a great shock.

Just now, he dragged his fat body to climb up the plague knell, without a trace of hesitation, he just rolled sideways and fell off the plague knell.

With a whole piece of walking corpse turned into a meat pad, Bonaparte straightened out the half of the intestines that had just been thrown out.

The gray-green sky in the distance was lit up red again.

The familiar temperature came from the howling air around again.

But the scorching light that Bonaparte expected did not come as expected.

Standing up slowly, Bonaparte realized that he had been tricked when he saw a sea of ​​flames surrounding the apex dog.

It was indeed a psionic flame.

But it didn't shoot out through the heavy psionic ion cannon that had already been overloaded and melted on the back of the apex dog, but took the position of the two secondary cannons used by Karl at the beginning.

Therefore, the attack method of this shot is also different from the heavy psychic ion cannon that is fully sniping.

The massive flame engulfed everything within about 8 standard blocks of the Apex Dog.

The slime left on the top dog's feet was also baked into a black paste, and then fell off from the special fireproof paint surface.

Such a powerful blow instantly tore a gap in the green curtain.

Part of the ground was even baked into a weird crystal-like surface.

"Tch, it's just a dying struggle."

This was Bonaparte's assessment of Karl's blow.

Indeed, on the surface, it is quite bluffing.

But it was also this blow that exposed the weakness of the apex dog at the moment.

Like the flickering fire, after the hottest bloom, the apex dog also revealed its weakest side.

Originally, these weapons could not be used against one's own feet, at least not in the range burning mode just now.

A huge amount of heat is stored inside the body of the apex dog.

Even though the cooling device was working desperately, it was unable to dissipate such a huge amount of heat in a short period of time.

And only the only "carbon-based creature" Karl knows how hot it is inside.

As if being thrown into a huge oven, the entire Apex Dog was boiling.

This kind of tactic of killing 1000 enemies and destroying 800 points is only dared to play by Karl.

If it was an ordinary Titan, and he fired a barbecue bomb of this size at himself, the members of the Titan might be steamed before the enemies at the bottom of his feet died.

But even in the scorching sea of ​​fire, Carl's brain still maintains a state of efficient operation.

Without him, because his body itself is the incarnation of flames.

"Thanks Carl Price."

Although it is not yet known where these "Carls" came from, judging from the "finality" in their mouths, it seems that they know the truth of all this better than Karl himself.

"Final Yan" does not seem to be a positive term.

Did it represent the end of all, the doomed end, the end he had seen in the pen of memory that Petronilla had provided?
There are too many doubts generated in Carl's mind along with this inexplicable title.

Unfortunately, now does not seem to be the time to think about these issues.

A huge spiritual energy storm surged again.

A huge figure has come rushing from afar.

The intestines drooping in front of him dangled in the air as he ran.

Although he looked a little shorter than the warrior-level titan, Karl didn't dare to underestimate the enemy in front of him.

"The Great Unclean One."

That is the name of the empire for these existences.

At this moment, Bonaparte was holding a huge ax in each of his hands, both of which were hardened with garden soup, and was slashing fiercely at the apex dog with a huge corrupt aura.

At first glance, the Apex Dog, in its overheated and weakened state, does not appear to be fighting back any effectively.

It was beyond Bonaparte's expectations.

The apex dog actually moved against the terrifying high temperature and mechanical wear and tear.

=Release overheating protection=
=Release the force limit protection=
The gears are roaring, the machinery is trembling.

Facing the wall that has never changed in any way, Carl "pacified" and said, "Are you ready, this will be your most gorgeous bloom."

There was no response, because the apex dog reborn from the ashes was the best response.

The two secondary guns that had not yet cooled down lit up again.

Just like the heavy psionic ion cannon that completely melted after firing, they are also overdrawing their last life at this moment.

However, their goals don't seem to have the intention of connecting these two hot spots.

After pushing the giant ax to the ground, he twisted the fat Bonaparte, and desperately pulled towards the right side of the apex dog.

He seemed to have seen through the final struggle of the apex dog.

No matter how powerful the attack is, as long as it fails to hit, there is no threat.

The mechanical structure is screaming.

Under the high-temperature roasting, a large number of internal gears of the apex dog are in an overload state that is about to disintegrate.

If it were another engine oil guy, he would probably be annoyed and call the fleet directly when he saw Carl's operation.

Complete disregard for wear and tear, complete recklessness for consequences.

As long as he can point the cannon of the apex dog at Bonaparte, he can accept all the costs.

But even so, the bulky body of the Titan itself still became the biggest limitation.

Even if these mechanical structures are running at their best, it is still difficult to keep up with a completely shameless uncle at medium and short distances.

The thermal secondary cannon on the claws has been charged to the limit.

Like two extremely dangerous bombs, the muzzle that had already dissolved obviously couldn't last any longer.

However, just when Bonaparte thought he was sure of winning, an accident happened.

"click"

I don't know which gear had the problem first. In an instant, the giant foot on the side of the apex dog suddenly broke from the center.

What's even more coincidental is that as the body tilted, one of the hot-melt secondary guns on it that had completed overload charging was just aimed at Bonaparte who was desperately pulling the angle to the side, trying to avoid shooting.

In the next instant, scorching rays gushed out.

The destructive power contained in it seems to be no less than that of the previous cannon.

Seeing this situation, Bonaparte subconsciously called for reinforcements from the Loving Father.

"Everything is rotten and immortal."

And far away in the interior of the apex dog that was about to dissolve, it felt the familiar force being extradited from the distant subspace.

The corners of Karl's mouth, which was almost baked into a mummy, finally turned up slightly again.

"Wind of Recovery!"

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(End of this chapter)