Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 244 The Necromancer Crisis Underfoot

"Um, are you okay?"

Looking at Luc, whose brain had already shut down, Karl always felt that his behavior was a little weird.

Isn't it just rubbing a void grain production machine, what's the fuss about.

This is not to say that the supreme black technology that directly reverses the rules like the Necromancer, this kind of food production machine that is still based on the energy conservation rules is at least nothing unusual in Karl's eyes.

"Uh uh uh, it's okay, I'm just thinking about how to use our advantage."

Luc, who had just recovered, immediately began to defend himself.

But obviously, his disguise has long been seen through by Karl.

"Oh, then go for it."

Did not choose to take the initiative to expose Luc's disguise.

Carl turned around and left after a few casual sentences.

This place is still too narrow, just like the function represented by the spire itself, it is not suitable as a factory for mass production.

The reason why he chose to show his hand in front of everyone is entirely to stabilize the morale of the army.

Faith can't be eaten as a meal. Only by showing subversive strength first can Luc and others have the confidence to negotiate with other hives.

After all, if the person in charge who made the promise is not confident in the power he represents, the so-called negotiation will be out of the question.

Going straight to the gate in the distance, under the gazes of the surrounding nobles with different expressions, Karl is about to leave here to go to the nest to arrange specific production matters.

Time is running out, and only when these production lines are actually running.

The Hive Capital of B-13 was truly temporarily out of crisis.

The scenery outside the viewing glass of the elevator still hasn't changed substantially.

Under the thick gray clouds, darkness and silence still occupy the main tone of the scenery.

The roaring engine of the past has long stopped, and the entire B-13 nest at this moment is like an old man who is dying, quietly waiting for his own share of death.

"Ding"

That was the sound of the elevator reaching the bottom.

As soon as the door was opened, two somewhat tall figures jumped into Karl's sight.

"Oh, you figured it out?"

However, the reply to him was not the expected simple answer.

Under Abadan's slightly shocked eyes, Loken knelt down on one knee towards Karl.

This kind of etiquette is generally unbearable to anyone except the Emperor or the Primarch himself.

At least one Astartes kneeling before a mortal, even Karl was unheard of for the first time.

"Thank you for everything you have done for the Emperor and the Empire."

Loken's slightly deep voice explained his thoughts at the moment.

Unlike some heartless Abbadans, after confirming the "survival" of the Primarch, Loken's first thought was to run over to thank him in a real sense.

Seeing this situation, Abadan finally realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Clang."

Unlike Loken who was not wearing armor, Abbadan's kneeling made a sound far better than before.

"Thank you for everything you have done for Horus."

The focus of the two sides is different, but the good news is that at least the goals of the two are the same.

Looking at the two who suddenly made such a big gift, Karl even felt a little uncomfortable.

It can only be said that the Abba egg drawn in the first round was a bit nervous.

And Loken who came out later was obviously more than a little better than Abbadan in this respect.

"I have received your wishes, but don't forget the existence that really gave your legion a second chance."

After all, Karl glanced at the staff gradually gathering around him, and decided to change places first.

Although the staff in these halls have already been issued a gag order.

After all, those who can work here are more or less like dead soldiers.

Even though these dead soldiers were slapped into a pulp by Abadan before in terms of combat effectiveness, it can be said that they are professional in sealing their mouths.

"Presumably you have already understood the current situation, why don't you discuss countermeasures in another place?"

"That's natural."

After getting up, Loken pulled up the hood covering his head again.

Although his identity is not as sensitive as Abbadan, Karl doesn't want to leak the information that there are space fighters here so early.

Be aware that in 40k, these rare blades are not so common.

At least Karl was not like those traitors who were mingling in the crowd, who could easily obtain information about the two brothers.

"thorn"

It was the sound of brakes coming from the hall door.

"It seems that the car that picked us up has arrived, let's get in the car first."

Martial law has already been prepared in advance.

This is not surprising, because the few big families who used to cover the sky with one hand here often exercise this privilege.

It can be called a spacious prison van, and it always gives Karl the illusion of returning to Isstvan III.

Even with two Astartes stuffed in, the entire back compartment still looks a bit empty.

And here, Karl saw a familiar figure.

Bogado - former assistant to Tesca, the chief executive of the Seed of Hope project.

As for now, it's Karl's handyman who travels.

"Is this the intersection of the upper nest and the spire?"

Bogado, who had never seen such a world before, couldn't control the emotion in his heart when he saw this spectacular scene.

The majestic buildings, the towers reaching straight into the clouds, are really an eye-opener for Bogado, a bumpkin from the bottom nest.

So much so that he even forgot his business.

It wasn't until Karl coughed intentionally that he barely broke away from the emotional state of seeing the world.

"I'm sorry I was a little..."

Having said that, Bogado quickly closed the door at the rear of the prison car, turned around and began to rummage through the instruments used for display.

That's a tablet.

Both Abbadan and Loken have seen this kind of stuff.

Generally speaking, the technical priests of the Mechanicus will occasionally use these screens to display certain data.

And on most of the large machines in the empire, this kind of display is not uncommon.

But that only mentions one aspect.

It is one thing to be able to display the data, but quite another to make sense of the data that can be displayed.

On this point, Abadan, who has personally experienced the activation efficiency of the Thousand Sons battleship, may have more say than Loken.

The transmission, processing, and distribution of information are extremely important under any circumstances.

"Press the button below to activate."

While pressing the button on the bottom of the portable monitor, he introduced the system called "Seed of Hope" to the two new brothers.

"This is the working module."

After clicking the jump button, the screen automatically switched to the group of "debtors" who were working for Karl in the nest.

"This is the operating module."

After clicking the jump button, a large amount of data such as the surplus of materials and the preservation status of the factory that made Loken a little confused were clearly presented in front of everyone.

"This is the resource module."

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After an operation that was enough to dazzle the two of them, everyone realized how terrifying this thing is.

If you have to make an analogy, only the Mechanicus would use this kind of complicated code on the Intellectual Control Legion.

Because the more complex the system, the more bugs it often means.

Unfortunately, among the Mechanics who are best at copying and pasting, there are only a handful of existences who are really capable of moving these "shit mountains".

Therefore, they rarely take the initiative to develop such a thankless system.

The piles of documents in the Ministry of the Interior are the best interpretation of the "instability" of this system.

For a long time, this kind of integration technology, which is in the gray area of ​​AI, has been suppressed at an extremely low level for various reasons.

This system is even designed to be more detailed than those responsible for coordinating and commanding the imperial fleet.

Although there are still a large number of modules in the early stage due to the limitation of terminal output and so on,
But once this network is truly established, the managers of the hive capital will have direct command right to the terminal in the true sense.

At that moment, there will be no barriers in the entire hive.

The solidification of the upper and lower nests and even the spire will be completely broken.

This kind of approach is intended to evade those old nobles, which is equivalent to a backstab by Karl when he went out.

However, if it is only this function, it would be a bit too small to underestimate this grand plan that can "influence" Tesla.

After serving some side dishes to the three of them, Karl finally showed his final trump card.

"This is the planning module."

After clicking the jump button, a huge design map was presented in front of the three people in three-dimensional form.

At first there was only a small dot, with the Black Rat Gang (Old) marked on the right side.

As the angle of view is gradually pulled up obliquely, more and more bright spots will light up.

And for the first time, there is a connection between these dots.

Some of these connections represent buildings that need to be reinforced, and some represent the transfer of materials between two bright spots.

Seeing this, Loken seemed to understand something.

But that doesn't seem to have anything to do with the subject of this talk.

Admittedly, this would be a good management system.

But according to the bad situation Carl described before, this is not enough.

If Karl's layout is limited to a safe corner, then Loken may have to find another way by himself.

Fortunately, Loken and Abbadan are different.

At least he will give the narrator enough time.

Fortunately, the result of waiting did not disappoint Loken.

As the camera continued to pull up, more dense dotted lines appeared on the screen in front of Loken.

Like a dense web, these dotted lines began to spread outwards at a crazy speed along the B-13 nest.

Over the majestic mountains of the Frank III, over the long-dried seabed of the Frank III.

In the end, a design that Loken couldn't believe appeared in front of his eyes.

"This is crazy, it's not..."

Using planets as battleships, this kind of thinking that seems insane even in M31 once again made Loken feel no less shock than being directly carried to M42.

Subconsciously, Loken wanted to directly point out the flaws in Karl's plan.

But when he carefully observed every detail of the plan, he realized that it seemed really feasible.

"It's unlikely to be done manually."

Faced with the engineering volume problem that can no longer be solved simply by moving mountains and reclamating seas, Rao even raised his own doubts.

The extremely harsh environment outside the hive capital alone has already sentenced this plan to death.

This is not a matter of manpower.

In that harsh environment, the daily output of workers can't even dare to lose speed.

It can only be said that the plan is well written, so don't brag next time.

But is there really no way?
Looking at Karl who was still full of confidence, Loken was a little undecided for a while.

"Leaving aside the reality of the terrifying technologies above, how do we complete the construction of these facilities?"

Straightforward to the point.

But Loken didn't get Karl's answer immediately.

Turning his head to look at Abbadan, Carl reminded: "Maybe you already know the answer to this question."

"I already know?"

At this moment, Aba Dan was a little confused to be honest.

But when he carefully reviewed everything he had experienced since he was fished out by Karl until now, the answer to this doubt was naturally solved.

Those conversations with Skaven Shushu obviously had other meanings.

Otherwise, Karl didn't need to go to such lengths to let the two mice run this trip, just to eat the buff of the wind of recovery.

Although he didn't directly see the process, Abadan already understood the twists and turns from the smile hanging from the corner of Carl's mouth.

Only when Skaven has eaten the buff of the wind of recovery, can Karl rest assured that he will lead the terrifying engineering team in the future.

Unbelievable, unbelievable, but so real.

After understanding everything, Abadan nodded towards Loken who was beside him.

This means that he has understood the feasibility of the plan, and the phantoms in those images are not pies that can never be realized.

"He can."

As soon as these words came out, Loken's expression that had just been sorted out showed another change visible to the naked eye.

What would happen if the empire had a star-class warship more terrifying than the Shanzhen?
Loken didn't know.

The only thing he can confirm at this moment is the rekindled hope in his heart.

Those tragic pasts of the past are too heavy.

Even if he can only temporarily suppress those broken memories in his heart.

But now it's different.

It is only when hope begins to become clear and accessible that one can feel the warmth of it.

Seeing Loken in a daze, Karl temporarily looked away.

Not because of anything else, but someone sent him a secret message.

==Secret Communication, Sage Erica Leta 4==
Investigation into the Underground Necropolis Graves

The "black merchant" that Kaya captured and sent over at the end of the Night War had already confessed with the help of Oremil ("Aurene" Teska's "brother").

Originally, this was just a simple story. For some personal wishes, he pretended to be a representative of gene stealers to make a deal with the Concentric Society.

But if that was the case, we wouldn't send out the newsletter so urgently.

During the interrogation, the "black merchant" even confessed a small piece of black stone veins that had been discovered before.

(Presumably based on symptoms.)
If true, it means that the Necropolis beneath our feet has gone into a state of instability.

Those space nodes that were responsible for anchoring it have shifted.

In short, we may now have a gigantic ticking time bomb buried beneath our feet.

D-2014.2400.5253 This is the most likely coordinate, but due to the previous collapse, the team we sent couldn't continue to the bottom of the hive.

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(End of this chapter)