"To keep silent - this is not good, really, this is not good. Knowledge needs you to speak, and then it will enter your arms. You can't learn anything if you are silent."
The wizard remained silent.
"Don't you want to know where the troops that attacked you came from? Don't you want to explore the secret of why they are surrounded by cursed power? Don't you want to find the answer to why there are alien troops under the command of the cursed?"
The Winged Monarch's voice became increasingly elegant, and the temptation contained in his question was like the sweet sound of a brook, gently caressing the wizard's still fragmented mind. With the caress of the Most High, more fragments of memory were pieced together in the wizard's mind - the wizard recalled the previous second, recalled the catastrophic scene when he and his squad were covered by fire from the Necrons, recalled the near-death scene when he was covered all over by scarabs and struggled desperately but was powerless.
"I...haven't
? ”
"Yes, yes, but I saved the last bit of your soul, allowing you to barely anchor on the edge of the real world - so, shouldn't you do something for me?"
"why?"
The reconstruction of memory and will brings about the revival of the soul. The wizard tried his best to control his mind from falling into the fog of chaos, and spoke in a low voice - he knew very well that the great demon of Tzeentch would not help mortals for no reason, let alone that he was a wizard of Slaanesh! Therefore, there must be something wrong with the current situation!
The next moment, the wizard saw that the appearance of the Great Demon Tzeentch began to change, and at the same time, his voice also changed - it became steady, serious, and... began to be able to embed itself into his own memory.
"Little Temi, I have been watching you. I watched you being born, growing up, and almost embracing the truth. If your warband leader had not been so impatient to bring you under the command of that purple thing, you would have already embarked on your true destiny. But, it is not too late now."
"you....!!!"
The power of chaos madly projected a strange and bizarre scene, and the evil fire of Tzeentch continued to soar. Under these impacts, the soul memory of the wizard of the Angel of Bliss began to scream wildly - his past began to attack him, and his past began to distort his "persistence"!
"Uhhhhhhh!!!"
In the blue flames, scenes kept appearing and disappearing, tearing the wizard's memories and shattering his cognition. He wanted to deny these memories of his childhood life, but he found that these memories that answered many of his doubts were extremely real -
This Tzeentch was actually the butler of his family? He had known this Tzeentch since he was a young mortal? His fate had always been watched by it? What was his life trajectory? What was he...?
"Temi, relax. Things can't get any worse for you right now. So why not hold on to the last glimmer of hope? In fact, you still have some cards to play if you want."
Staring at the Slaanesh wizard in front of him, whose soul outline was trembling continuously with his eyes closed because of the shocking information he had sent, a hint of satisfaction flashed in the depths of the pupils of the Great Demon of Tzeentch. He walked out of the chaotic vortex with the help of his staff, and with a light tap of his fingers, the Slaanesh ritual scene arranged by the wizard appeared in the roiling demonic fire.
"...This ritual...is it you?"
The knowledge from the Great Daemon of Tzeentch flowed through the mind, allowing the wizard of the Angel of Bliss to successfully glimpse the deeper nature of this ritual. Sensing the throbbing in the wizard's heart, the messenger of Chaos laughed miserably.
"Yes, that's right! And now, it has landed on the fate node where it should be! So, Xiao Temi, what is your answer?" (Monthly fee group 694936135)
69. Battle of Udal - Tzeentch's Move
Bizarre and crystal clear.
Sparks of thought flickered in the air, and countless existences that defied common sense were born and shattered in the sparks generated by the connections between them. Every time they were born, one or several crystal roads would emerge without warning, connecting the abrupt floating islands. Every time they were broken, a random number of crystal roads would crack into powder and dissipate in the unpredictable light.
The disordered magic wind blew across the crystal clear land, bringing incomprehensible whispers and splendid miracles. The answers that many mortals have spent their entire lives searching for turned into pages, rising and falling in the wind, and then transformed into another form the moment they fell into the crystal land - most of them would inevitably contradict their previous appearance, but a few would become extensions of the previous answers.
The nine-member crystal tree stood tall above the unknown, proudly showing its branches to the colorful stars, and its lush and bizarre crystal leaves full of witchcraft spells. Whenever a mortal chanted a spell or started a ritual in the material world, the corresponding crystal leaves would tremble slightly, and from time to time, these crystal leaves would break and reconstruct without any warning - and when this happened, it meant that a key mutation had occurred in the way a spell or a ritual was released in reality. Even worse, if the mutation was strong enough, it might even cause the entire crystal tree to disintegrate and reconstruct.
Endless chessboards, numbering nine in a row, roam with clouds of ever-changing shapes, and the chess pieces on them move freely on the chessboards under the disturbance of reality. Amorphous demons float beside the chessboards, pushing the chess pieces with their hands with evil grins, trying to compile the fate of mortals - occasionally, there will be mortals who think they are not chess pieces standing on the chessboard, and with their self-proclaimed cunning, they will ask for a deal from the servants of the Lord of Change. For such mortals, the demons will 'happily' give them gifts, and then take the price in the past or future - the worst case is the mortal's soul itself.
This is the demonic domain of Tzeentch, a place of eternal change, filled with traps called hope, and full of poison called knowledge. In the deepest part of the crystal maze, where the Supreme Eagle resides, the great weaver of fate, Qingbao Tianzun, the Raven God, is sitting on the lotus platform in his most unpredictable and changeable posture, with his eyes closed, looking solemn, as if in deep thought, but also as if smiling.
"Fate - fate - go up
Searching——"
After an unknown amount of silence, Tzeentch's voice, which sounded like a man or a woman, old or young, finally rose up in all directions as the crystal trembled, turning into a crystal storm that swept across the eternal labyrinth. As the storm blew, a huge chessboard intertwined with the past, present and future slowly emerged in front of Tzeentch - models of countless Tzeentch demons were placed on the chessboard, and the power of the warp flickered on them.
After staring at the chessboard for a long time, Tzeentch, who sensed the subtle changes somewhere on the chessboard, suddenly laughed with joy. Along with his laughter, the thread of fate trembled one after another, allowing more changes to begin to appear. If it were a normal situation, Tzeentch would definitely stretch out his hand, tug at the thread of fate, let the soul on the thread fall into his pocket and become his own puppet. But now, Tzeentch only wants to figure out one thing, the answer to one thing...
"It's coming! It's coming! It's finally here!!!"
Amidst the wild laughter, an invisible hand gently pushed a chess piece, causing the appearance of a Tzeentch demon on the board to become clearer. If the chief wizard of the Angels of Bliss had the good fortune or misfortune to see this moved chess piece, he would suddenly discover that the appearance of this demon was exactly the same as the one he was talking to!
"Go ahead, Eye of Fortune, now is your time to join the game."
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Carve, carve, carve.
Knead, knead, knead.
The gorgeous Kalansh sat cross-legged on his soft human skin cushion, frowning, rubbing the 'material' in his hands. The misery on his face had physically condensed into blocks, dripping down along with his scarred face. Although the 'artwork' he made now was much better than the ones he made before, however... Kalansh was already feeling bored.
"Gah! How many more minutes can I go on like this! I'm already so bored!!"
After meticulously carving the victim in his hand into a bizarre and twisted sculpture that suited his own aesthetic, Calanus casually threw this "artwork" into the pool of blood below, then reached out and dragged over another victim to torment him. With his "skilled" craftsmanship, the new victim let out a few high-pitched screams and then died.
"Can't these mortals scream a little longer?"
Due to the victim's non-cooperation, Calan, who was already tired of such a life, became more and more anxious. Just when he was thinking about how to enjoy himself and fulfill the wizard's idea for him, completing the ritual to let more happiness be poured into the world, the chief wizard of the Elysian Angels War Gang, leaning on a staff, emerged in a blue mist without warning and walked in front of him.
"Ahaha... My dear wizard, you know I'm already bored?"
As he said this, Kalansh propped up his body which was covered with "artworks" and strode towards his wizard. However, before he could give his wizard a hug, the psychic slid away from Kalansh's path with a clever step, leaving his warband boss empty-handed.
"Wizard, wizard, you are making me unhappy - never mind, you are the least able to appreciate art among us, just tell me, how long will it take for me to see the joy you promised - I, I can't wait!"
"...Only one day has passed since the ceremony. It will take at least six days."
The wizard's cold answer made Calanus, who thought he would be bored for another five days, almost scream. However, before he screamed, the wizard had already thrown out nine pages of the book and accurately made them fall into Calanus' hands.
"these are?"
"Some knowledge, some knowledge that can make you happier. This knowledge is enough to keep you going until the end of the ceremony... Do you want to learn it and see?"
The wizard lowered his head slightly, and there was a hint of gentleness in his voice with blue flames dancing in his eyes. At the same time, after reading the knowledge on the first page of the book, Calanus screamed with joy when he realized that he could do this. However, the next second, he frowned when he thought of something in reality.
"But wizard, mortals are too fragile. I'm afraid I can't create better bliss based on this knowledge..."
"Karanshi, there are more than just mortals around us who can be used as materials."
The wizard calmly said the bewitching words, and Calanus, whose mind immediately changed, began to twitch with joy all over his body, and his soul was trembling wildly - yes, he was too narrow-minded, why did he always hold on to mortals? Aren't his subordinates better materials? Using them as raw materials, wouldn't it be natural to experience more joy? ? ?
"That's right, wizard! I can try it on those guys! Ha! Why didn't I think of it before?"
After that, Calanus didn't care about anything else. He stuffed the nine pages into his arms and dragged his tools and weapons, stumbling towards the direction of his "battle brothers". His heart was now swallowed up by the joy he was about to experience, so much so that he didn't notice that the mark of the Bliss Angels warband on the wizard standing behind him was slowly and uncontrollably
Reversed and swallowed by the blue demon fire.
In its place was a crooked, unpredictable eye.
70. Battle of Udal - Hammer's Plan
Queen of Glory, Battle Hall, Planet Projection Area.
Although the things that Silent Ribs swept along were still full of disgusting things full of Slaanesh, but with the support of the latest intelligence sent back by the Necrons' reconnaissance unit in space, a pool of blue light was quietly spreading on the projection sphere representing the world of Udal, showing its entrance to the Hammers with "proud". The Slaanesh pollution index that the Hammers had regarded as a formidable enemy at the beginning began to drop precipitously - there is no doubt that although Udal was still a planet being eroded by the power of Slaanesh from the perspective of appearance, the power of tampering had already penetrated from the subspace and began to transform the world.
"This......? Tzeentch?"
"Well...Based on the behavior of Old T's family, I think it's normal for things to develop like this - what's the size?"
"Isn't it Sister S's stuff that's causing trouble on Udal? Why did Old T suddenly appear and spread so quickly?"
"Don't say that. If you think about it carefully, it's quite normal. The root cause of the changes in the history of this galaxy is a subspace storm that has never happened in the history of the empire. The reason why we came here is also largely related to this subspace storm. And the guy who is most likely to have created this storm is Tzeentch, right? Since it was Tzeentch who created it, how could it not come to see how big the changes are?"
"So, seeing that the Morton Hess galaxy is about to be finished, the Tzeentch family can no longer resist the excitement of their plan coming to fruition, and jumped out to prepare for something big?"
"Personally, I think the matter is not that simple. Tzeentch went to such great lengths to tamper with the fate of this galaxy, would he not do so just to reap a hive world that was completely crippled by Slaanesh? Could it be that... Tzeentch has set his sights on the STC we just dug out?"
"That STC has never appeared in history. Even if Tzeentch really wanted to attack that STC, the first target should be Marco. Marco was crippled by the greenskins Waaaaaaagh. As long as Tzeentch is not stupid, it would be easy to pollute a few mortals - but we all know that there is no trace of Chaos pollution on Marco."
"That's weird. What kind of changes are the T family pursuing in the Morton Hess galaxy? Are they simply trying to see if Udal will be hit by a whirlwind torpedo after being tossed around like that? This level of change is not considered mainstream in the T family, right?"
"I say, why are we so hung up on this? Don't forget, under normal circumstances, what is the best way to deal with the Tzeentch faction?"
Just when the Hammer guys were speaking freely and thinking wildly, trying to find out why a bunch of Tzeentch gadgets that had been prepared for a long time suddenly appeared on Udal, the political commissar suddenly spoke up, pulling the Hammer guys' thoughts back. In an instant, the Hammer guys collectively realized their own "stupidity".
"That's right! Why should we try to understand Tzeentch's thinking circuits? Wouldn't it make us look like we were being played by Tzeentch?"
"So our strategy is to take down his plan before it actually works? Let Old T enjoy his favorite rollover?"
"Wait a minute. Before we start to chop down all of Old T's stuff, we have to find a way to convince the people from the Empire to stay in Baraton and keep their troops in place. After Old T's move, Udal is now a world that has been ordered to be exterminated. Apart from the high probability that they will be used as a joke by Old T, their presence is really meaningless."
"How can we convince them? The preparations for the Udal attack are almost complete. The Wolf Group brothers and the Lord of Cardia are both gearing up for the battle. If we rashly ask them not to join the battle, I'm afraid there will be protests from both sides, right?"
".....Don't forget that we have dug up an STC. We need to find a way to arrange for them to keep an eye on the STC. By the way, Sister Political Commissar, how about having your Iron Hand give the Wolf Group a little insight into the STC? To enhance the persuasiveness? Anyway, your Iron Hand goes there every few days under the pretext of 'checking the STC'. It's normal to have some results, isn't it?"
"This..... um, no problem, I'll do it - everyone, let's discuss it and arrange a script?"
"No problem, arrange it!"
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It has been some time since the Galliwolves have returned to the true encampment of the Space Wolves.
No, it is better to say that after the entire Space Wolves team returned from Marco, they did not return to the Space Wolves camp. These men of the Wolf Group gave up their favorite banquets and other activities, and built a temporary small fortress near the secret warehouse where the STC was placed. In a four-man shift, they kept guarding the recovered STC, ensuring that the STC would not encounter any threats - at the same time, they also had to prepare and plan tactics for the Udal Raid that would start soon. Although these things made the Space Wolves men busy like spinning tops, their morale was also high.
And today, this small fortress of the Space Wolves welcomed a rather important guest.
"STC's parts are in great condition. It is impossible to maintain such performance without you and
Your contribution, Brother Gary."
Using the excuse that she had already figured out some of the performance of the STC, the political commissar sister controlled her Iron Father of the Iron Hands and brought several Iron Hands technicians to the warehouse where the STC was stored, and they met the Galilean Wolf smoothly, who had no suspicion that they had any extra motives. After exchanging pleasantries with the wolf group elder brother for a while, the political commissar sister, who estimated that the technicians she brought with her should have been "pretending" enough, began to lead the topic directly.
"This is not our credit. The STC's return to the Empire is inseparable from the sacrifice of Bishop Egg."
When this topic was mentioned, the Galilean Wolf's mood became noticeably depressed.
"Bishop Egger's sacrifice is extremely valuable. His sacrifice has brought a certain possibility to the empire, a possibility that can only be seen in dreams. The importance of this STC is far beyond my imagination."
Having said these words that made the Galician Wolf's eyes slightly widen, the Political Commissar Sister controlled the Iron Father of Iron Hand to stand up, and stared at the Galician Wolf with her sharp pupils.
"My fellow Space Wolves, for the future of the Empire, are you willing to give up your glory?"
71. Battle of Udal - Thirteen Bells
Can you control your own destiny?
As a child, after his elder brother lost his father's favor forever because of a small mistake, and died in a sewage canal due to an "accident" not long after, this question lingered in Temi's heart like a maggot. This question was so strong and dark that even though Temi successfully became a Space Marine think tank, it still entangled Temi's soul and could not be shaken off. Even though time has passed, Temi followed his chapter leader and threw himself into the arms of the Destroyer, this question would still jump out of Temi's heart at some point, rolling in front of his eyes, screaming - urging Temi, who had forgotten his childhood memories, to find the answer and the way.
And now, with the 'help' of the Great Demon Tzeentch, Temi, who has found back what he lost, is very satisfied to find that after he has 'returned to the right path', fate is no longer an illusory word for him - although it is still complicated, however, being able to touch it with the power of the Supreme Heaven is itself a huge progress, isn't it?
"Everything is easy, only the easy is not easy, do not be trapped, only the saints are treacherous..."
Amid the Chaos wizard's murmurs, amid the joyful shouts of Kalansh, and under the guidance of the Great Demon of Tzeentch who had already stepped into the material world, Temi easily twisted the already problematic Slaanesh ritual into a blasphemous circle that summoned the power of the usurped heaven. Completely unaware of what his wizard was doing, Kalansh, who had turned all of his warband members into a pile of sacrificial objects corresponding to the Tzeentch camp, became the final sacrifice the moment the ritual started, embedded in the top of the altar that had been devoured and deformed by the Tzeentch demon fire, and burned by the blue flames of the demon bird god. This sudden change made Kalansh's soul face turn into a painful look that he himself could not imagine, and also made the Great Demon of Tzeentch, who had completely appeared in the world with a large number of Tzeentch demons through the power of the ritual, very happy. He pulled out the remaining soul of Kalansh on the spot, "rewarding" him with a deeper stimulation.
Ninety-nine soul changes!
"Karan, I am sorry that even though I have drawn a new path for your destiny, you still have not been able to embark on the true great path - the nine pages, the nine destinies, you have not understood the deep meaning of them."
Looking at the twisted thing floating in front of him that had no appearance that could be understood by mortals, Temi, who had completely fallen into the ways of Tzeentch from heart to soul, reached out his new staff and gently tapped the soul of this Chaos Astartes. After "mercifully" adding nine curses to him, he no longer cared about this loser whose fate was already determined, and turned to observe the destiny of this world. He was sure that after doing so many things, the door of destiny had been opened to him, and all that was left was exploration.
However.....
"Uhhhhhhhh!!!"
Under the 'horrified' gaze of the Great Demon Eye of Tzeentch, who was also about to curiously pluck the strings of fate in the world of Udal, two balls of golden flames suddenly burst out from Temi's eyes and spread to Temi's limbs before it could even react. In a flash, the reality anchor that the Eye of Life had carefully cultivated for a hundred years turned into a cloud of ashes that were not even as bright as smoke.
"This.....For the love of Saint Tzeentch! This is not his fate!"
When the ashes of what was once a Chaos Wizard were dispersed, Tzeentch, who had been spying on Temi's fate for a hundred years but had never predicted that Temi's fate would come to such an abrupt end, screamed - the next moment, the Eye of Fate felt that the direction of the Warp wind around it began to change, and the chuckle of Tampering Heaven reached its ears.
"Yes—that's it—here—they come!"
"...?"
Before the Tzeentchian could figure out what his master meant by the inexplicable words he suddenly threw at him, a heavy sound like a bell rang out from the far side of the hive, along the metal structure of the hive, penetrating the dull air.
The air reached the ears of the demons.
There are...thirteen sounds.
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Ready to try, eager to give it a try.
Above the Queen of Glory, the Hammers were taking their positions, carefully counting the chess pieces they had that could still fight, and seriously discussing how to split up, how to attack, and how to suppress. After the Commissar used rhetoric to induce, and implicitly informed Gary Wolf that the importance of this STC might surpass the Morton Hess system itself, and provided a piece of information that the subspace storm in the Morton Hess system was thinning and might dissipate in a month, Gary Wolf, after pondering for a long time, chose to carry out the last commission left to him by the Oiler Bishop of Egg, and agreed to the Commissar's request to persuade the Lord of Mardiush to join this mission. The direct result was that, apart from Krieg, who could not be persuaded successfully, the Hammers could only attack the world of Udal with the chess pieces they had.
Of course, the Hammer guys are also happy to see this result - after all, the intelligence sent back by the Silent Rib chess piece has shown that the situation in the entire Udal world cannot be said to be terrible, but it can only be said that it cannot be worse - Tzeentch's pollution has penetrated into every corner of this world, and the curtain between the warp and reality has become fragile on Udal. It is obvious that bad portals are generated one after another on the surface of the planet, and all kinds of messy mutations emerge one after another - in some senses, it can already be regarded as a youthful version of the demon world.
"So why should I listen to your instigation and let my chops knock thirteen times on the floor to announce our arrival to the Tzeentch thing?"
He was muttering in silence as he controlled his ribs and prepared the landing site for the Hammers.
"A sense of ceremony, a sense of ceremony. After this big thing, we will most likely retreat. The super coalition of the Empire Bean Sprouts and Tyrannosaurus Spareribs should at least have a sense of ceremony, right?"
After Liang Feifan had deployed all the Fist of Empire chess pieces in his hands, he couldn't wait to start rubbing his hands together. After hearing Liang Feifan's speech, the political commissar sister, who had just allocated the troops under her command, could only shake her head and smile bitterly.
"But, the Emperor actually doesn't have the Holy Numbers. I'm afraid those Tzeentch guys wouldn't understand this ritual sense, right?"
"That's right, you don't understand! Isn't it part of the fun to confuse Tzeentch? Abathur, are you ready?"
"Everything is OK. I can smash the hive onto the top of that Tzeentch thing anytime - do you want me to go down right now?"
