Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 248 Grave Digging Squad
"Get ready for battle!"

Insert the bright black card in his hand into the void.

It seemed that a certain ritual had been completed, and a dimensional rift appeared in front of Karl in an instant.

This is where Traasin escaped from before.

He raised the light bolt pistol in front of him, and in the other hand held Loken's small power sword of the same style.

Karl retreated behind the Abba egg while shouting for battle preparation.

Seeing this situation, Abadan directly hit a row of question marks.

But after thinking about it carefully, he also had to admit that letting him in first must be the best choice.

So Abadan didn't say much, just picked up the giant power ax in his hand and walked straight into the open crack.

Seeing this, Loken also raised his sword, raised his bolt gun and followed.

Following Abadan and Loken, Karl conveniently put away the "access control card" before entering the door.

The smell of bloody rust paves the way.

It appears Traasin was not lying.

The surrounding light is not bright, and even those green lighting strips reflect on the slightly black walls, giving people a sense of claustrophobia.

The slightly empty room seemed to have just experienced a big battle.

A large number of Necron remnants were scattered on the ground.

Karl could even see some of it, the horny fragments of the Aberrant Claw.

It's an eerie curse, considering that flayers and other necrons are made of living metal.

The ability to produce this bloody rust smell out of thin air, as well as the cuticles that fell off from the sharp claws, must be inseparable from the so-called curse.

And what's even more outrageous is that the behavior of these skinners seems a little too abnormal.

Even if this curse comes from Lan Geer's curse, it contains his extreme resentment towards the undead.

But he has completely disappeared.

Even if this curse finally evolves into a new existence, it can no longer be the one he used to be.

Therefore, according to common sense, these skinners should not have much interest in the "similar" made of living metal in theory.

At least this shouldn't be the reason for them to surround the Necropolis on Frank No. [-].

In this regard, the existence of the Bone Kingdom of Drazak in the farthest northeastern corner of the galaxy - the Ghoul Stars - has proved this conclusion.

They don't want to fight other undead, because that has nothing to do with flesh and blood.

They care more about the so-called blood tax than meaningless quarrels.

But the situation in front of Karl at this moment obviously cannot be explained in this way.

Why did this group of suddenly born skinners surround the entire tomb of the dead and put on a bloody battle to the end.

Is this related to the collection Traasin mentioned?

Carl doesn't know.

The only thing he can do now is to stop these two groups of lunatics, and prevent them from completely opening the passage to the B-13 Hive Capital.

"Be careful first, I'll get something."

After letting Loken and Abadan stand guard, Karl began to pick up garbage among the piles of corpses.

Finally, after a bit of rummaging, he found what he was looking for on a tomb spider in the corner.

It was a purpose-built thermally cut laser beam emitter.

The original function of these tomb spiders was to maintain the instruments inside the tomb world during the Great Sleep.

Bi Suiyue is a butcher's knife.

Even something as strong as the Necrons could not create an eternal "Ark".

During their slumber, it is these little things called tomb spiders who are responsible for the maintenance of the equipment.

Of course, these devices also include the surrounding Blackstone Matrix.

That's why Karl looked for this thermal cutting laser beam emitter in the first place.

Remember the design drawing he drew before?

As long as the black stone is used as the raw material, Petronilla (M31 identity - narrator) and red beard (M31 identity - political commissar - Kedwina), who are born as untouchables, will have a new option the way.

According to the design drawings specially produced by Karl in the Bottom Nest, these devices can slowly use the duality of the black stone material in daily situations to collect the repulsive force fields emitted by these untouchables.

And when needed, that is, when fighting with psionic units, release them all at once.

In a sense, this is the pro, plus, and max versions of Sister of Silence.

It is also another hidden weapon for Karl to face psionic units in the future.

At least this will save him from stealing the opponent's blessing every time he loses.

Although it is not impossible, stealing those blessings that have not been purified by the emperor will eventually have side effects.

It may not be obvious at the moment, but maybe one day in the future this accumulated problem will suddenly come to light.

So in the face of this situation, other methods can be used to solve it, and it is better to use less numerical crushing in the way of stealing blessings.

Carefully remove the thermal cutting laser beam emitter from the cracked remains of the tomb spider.

It's a pity that the dedicated energy bar above has already been exhausted.

And for a while, Karl really couldn't find any backup means.

After all, this is necromancer technology, and the Mechanical Codex mentioned part of it, but not all of it.

So Karl can only continue to search for valuable instruments in this slightly gloomy black and green room.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and in a corner of the room, Carl found a cabinet that seemed to need identification to open.

According to experience, there should be what he needs in this thing.

He took out the black card that Traasin had just sent and swiped at the place that looked like the identification port. Along with the notification of passing the authentication and the sound of the surrounding auxiliary motor rotating, the closed cabinet door swiped to one side during the rotation of the machine. open.

"Oops, careless!"

The good news is that it actually has the bright green energy bars that Carl needs.

The bad news is that the movement of the door opening just now seemed a bit too loud.

It was too late to explain, Karl could only quickly reach forward to take three of the energy bars, and then quickly backed away in the direction of Abbadan and Loken.

This is too dangerous.

Compared with those living metal frames, Karl and his party may be their real favorite prey.

Skinners - As their name suggests, they love fresh flesh.

It was a group of crazy hunters growing on living metal.

In an instant, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest.

The frightened skinners woke up from standby one after another.

But this time, they smelled the smell of flesh and blood.

Meaningless howls echoed through the seemingly empty passages, bringing literal fear and death to any living creature who heard them.

The sharp claws formed by the extension and mutation of living metal fingers are already ready to move, and the desire to tear flesh and blood has long been unstoppable.

This is the "curse" from ancient times, the last revenge of the star god named Lan Geer.

"Transfer quickly, take the third passage to the right!"

Without any hesitation, Karl quickly gave a countermeasure after briefly comparing the map in his mind.

The sound of opening the door was so loud that he never thought of it.

In theory, this product of necromantic technology cannot be as annoying as those bulky mechanical hydraulic hinged doors.

But it's not impossible.

Reminiscent of the dusty remains of the previous tomb spider, this part of the block may have not received effective repairs and maintenance for a long time.

That's why there was that loud noise that obviously represented an abnormality inside the machine.

It's a pity that thinking about this now is an afterthought.

The most important thing is to get rid of the hatred first.

Rushed out of the room and came to a darker and gloomy corridor.

Listening to the approaching roar, Carl drilled into the third passage on the right without hesitation.

It is connected to another relatively large peripheral space, which should have been used as a storage room.

And the most important point is that due to the nature of the logistics center, the storage room is relatively accessible.

After that, Carl didn't have much hindrance when he wanted to go that way.

But how to deal with these skinners rushing over like mad dogs smelling blood is the biggest problem.

One dodged and hid in the passage, and the roar behind him was already very close.

The quick notes from the frequent collisions between the living metal and the ground warned Karl of the enemy's approach.

Without any hesitation, Karl continued to run towards the passage without looking back.

Because Loken in the distance has already set up the bolt gun.

Counting silently for two seconds, with the flames bursting from Loken's gun, Karl jumped forward.

The sound of the explosion and the ensuing heat swept Karl's body, but fortunately, he was not at risk of being roasted into a black uncle who was wearing special armor.

Dense shrapnel hit from the center of the explosion, but these shrapnel were then deflected by the yellow light curtain that lit up around Karl.

That's what the 63-19 Campaign Memorial Medal does.

As an advanced version of the deflected stance, the rose rosary is more than enough to block such shrapnel.

Without any hesitation, with the momentum forward, Karl rolled forward and then got up and continued to run in the direction of Abadan and Loken.

A burst of explosive bombs flew past his power armor, continuously suppressing the tide of skinners coming from behind.

At this moment Karl even had an illusion.

After fighting for a few months, I went from holding a light bolter to killing walking corpses in the bottom nest, and then led my younger brother to use a bolter to shoot walking corpses made of living metal in the space necromancer grave.

"Legendary buff" is full of stacks.

Quickly rushing to Loken and Abbadan, at this time Loken just finished firing the first magazine of the bolt gun in his hand.

Looking at each other, both sides can understand the meaning without any verbal communication.

"Kata" The ring of a large grenade was torn off by Karl.

Throw it back casually.

Accompanied by a huge explosion, and a roar that continued to spread and grow louder.

The door at the end of the passage slowly closed after Carl swiped his card.

At this point, Karl and his party finally got rid of the skinners' pursuit temporarily.

But they all know that this relief is only temporary.

The skinners are not walking corpses with poor brains, they have indeed fallen into madness for the sake of flesh and blood.

But the remaining sliver of reason can still guide them to hunt for sacrifices more efficiently.

In fact, Karl didn't know how many skinners were killed in the wave just now.

Living metal is not flesh and blood.

This thing can quickly repair itself if it is damaged within a certain range.

The bolter looks beautiful on the surface, but the attack method uses fragments as the killing method, and it is actually difficult to really hurt these skinners.

As for the high temperature or something, let alone.

Unless it reaches the level of a melta weapon, even if Karl is steamed, this group of skinners can still be alive and kicking.

Living metal greatly improved their environmental adaptability and ability to resist blows.

This is understandable, after all, the space necromancers who were once the tyrant of the galaxy, it is really not too much to use a little black technology.

Even the technology on the various beetles that Karl saw before was a little darker.

What kind of material transformation is a basic operation.

At this moment, Karl even understood the mentality of the gravediggers organized by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

As long as this thing can be researched out, it is definitely an "archaeological invention" that subverts the galaxy.

If it wasn't for Karl already having the mechanical tome, he would also like to take some samples for research.

This is the really hacky (physical) technology. Hey.

Thinking of this, he just ran to the console in the storage room.

Looking at the console that didn't respond to swiping the card, Carl could only admire his foresight in taking three spare energy bars ahead of time.

Looking around, Carl saw a place that was supposed to be an access point for backup energy.

Although I can't understand the necromancer text above, some design ideas are still common.

In other words, certain design methods, after the wisdom of civilization reaches the same level, are likely to lead to a general solution.

Anyway, it wasn't Carl's house that was demolished, so it would definitely pay off to try.

With a flick of his hand, he directly used the power armor to violently tear off the cover covering it.

A card slot just enough to place an energy bar appeared in front of his eyes.

After forcefully inserting the newly acquired spare energy bar into the groove, the lights in the storage room turned on again.

"Fuck, you know all this stuff?"

That's a complaint from Abbadan.

Anyway, I am used to tearing the Imperial Mechanic Abba eggs with my hands. The scene of Karl driving the apex dog to kill the Quartet is still vivid in my memory.

It can be said that in the field of machinery, Abbadan has fully recognized Karl's field advantages.

Facing this perversion of hand-rubbing power armor, Abadan can only regain a little confidence in his body shape.

But this time Karl's behavior once again refreshed Abbadan's understanding of him.

This is the stuff of TM Necrons. Hey, it's so awesome that it was repaired so easily.

This is too un-Om Messiah.

Especially when he turned his head to look at Loken who was also a little shocked, but didn't express it directly.

Anyway, Abadan felt that the bump he had made before was not wronged.

Because he got a discarded jumping backpack as a "gift". Hey.

After the Shadow Moon Wolf has been rebuilt, won't he sit firmly in the company leader's chair with two master's own works?
Thinking of this, Abadan has already started to imagine the picture of the son of Horus returning to the tulle chaos.

However, reality often differs from dreams.

Looking at the monitoring that was called up after Carl swiped his card to close the door, Rao even shuddered involuntarily.

"There are too many skinners!"

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(End of this chapter)