40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 659 41. Belated Judgment (XIV)

The wizard couldn't remember how long he had been planning for this day, but he must have thought about this problem seriously. Not only that, he even came up with the answers to other questions in advance and deeply engraved them in his mind.

Even now, when he was almost insane, the answer could still clearly emerge from the bottom of his heart.

"You must be extremely careful," Serafax heard himself say. "This matter is of great importance. No mission you have ever taken on can compare to the importance of this matter, but you must also be wary of the evil god and his minions."

“Their help seems selfless and generous, but in the world, free things are the most expensive. You can’t afford to lose. As a gambler, you only have a chip of the smallest denomination.”

The wizard walked in a trance, staggering, and several times, he was even forced to fall to the ground because of his weak steps. He was already weak to the limit, and for a being who had been blessed by God, the current situation was nothing short of the most painful humiliation.

But he did not feel ashamed of it, he had already prepared himself mentally - reversing time, reshaping the past, how could such a crazy thing be achieved easily without paying any price?
The wizard knew that his current weakness was only the first step. In a short while, the god of trickery, who was willing to be deceived and pleased by his clumsy plot, would stretch out his bony claws from the surreal nightmare.

At that time, all his plans would become a crude joke to make a god laugh, but he and the god did reach a tacit understanding that until that moment came, He would support Serafax unreservedly.

"His so-called help will lead to your death," Serafax heard himself say. "But if you have really come this far, then it means that nothing in the world can change your mind."

"The galaxy is burning, Serafax. Our galaxy has been burning for ten thousand years. Countless people have been burned to death in this horrific fire, and even their souls have been taken away, becoming bargaining chips in the game between gods."

"This world is too unfair to humanity. The Empire should not collapse, the Great Crusade should not end, and the Emperor should not sit on the torture device. Both ends of the scale now have the things you need to consider. Make a decision. But remember, you must be cautious. You are not qualified to make mistakes."

The wizard took a deep breath of Caliban's air.

Yeah, be careful.

He barely stood up straight, and the empty ashes in his blood vessels began to flow again under the strong command of his master's will. His heart began to beat again, and all the remaining strength was gathered in the palm of his right hand.

A ball of deep blue light then lit up, bounced back and forth nine times on the wizard's fingertips, and then shot into his eyes like lightning.

This is one of the thousands of evil spells he has mastered, and its name cannot even be pronounced normally with any syllables, but it doesn't matter. The wizard only needs its effect.
He took another deep breath, and beneath his robe, his body, which had been as shriveled as a mummy, began to rapidly regain its youth.

A light laugh was heard from somewhere in the darkness. Then, a force so huge that it was beyond his endurance limit surged out from the void and reached his body.

In less than a few seconds, the wizard returned to his peak. This was a good thing, both in public and in private, but he did not seem to be happy at all, and just turned into a ray of light and dissipated on the spot.

When his body condensed again, the wizard had quietly arrived at a seemingly peaceful forest hundreds of meters away, where his target was.

The wizard trembled his left index finger slightly, and some flying insects were caught in an instant. They flapped their wings dully and flew into the depths of the woods with a sound so small that it was almost imperceptible.

There was a gap there, and a half-grown child with dirty and bloody hands and feet was sleeping in it. He curled up, looking very insecure - he should be like that, right?
Surviving alone in such a wilderness without clothes.
The wizard controlled the flying insects and turned them towards a giant beast as big as an armored vehicle.

It looked like some kind of bear beast that had been dead for a long time, but its blood was still steaming all over the ground.

There were two wounds on its body. One was on its jaw, where the entire jaw had been torn off. The other was on its chest and abdomen, where something heavy had hit it, causing the flesh and bones to mix together and sink deeply, destroying its internal organs.

The wizard couldn't help but feel a little awed.

He gave a new order to the swarm of flying insects again, and they immediately turned and flew quietly towards the sleeping child.

To be on the safe side, he decided to let this group of flying insects act as his spies for the time being - the wizard did not want to rashly walk into the woods, after all, this place was already occupied by a terrifying predator.

There was no other carnivore within a radius of dozens of miles, and wild animals always had a very keen sense of danger. The insects chirped and hovered for a few seconds a few steps away from him, but the wizard's heart suddenly stopped beating.

The reason was simple: Lion El'Jonson, who had not yet been given a name, opened his eyes and stared straight at the group of flying insects.

His long blond hair covered his face, blurring his expression, but his emotionless emerald eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the poor instincts of the flying insects and reach the heart of the wizard.
Half a second later, the flying insects were slapped to death one by one by two hands. The young lion lay down again and closed his eyes quietly, as if he had woken up suddenly just because he disliked the annoying flying insects.

"This is getting a little tricky," Serafax heard himself say. "You have to make him understand the importance of your mission, but he's just an uncivilized savage. Unless he meets a human, he'll probably keep wandering around like this. Wait, get out of the way!"

The wizard turned around suddenly and saw a flash of sword.

This sword came suddenly, without any warning, and even if he had been warned, he could not dodge it. Fortunately, the permanent shield spell on the robe worked, otherwise this sword would have directly penetrated his head.

However, this was just the beginning. The attacker fled immediately after missing his attack, without leaving any trace during the entire process.

The wizard frowned seriously, and formed a seal with his right hand. A bright white light shone through his body, sweeping around, and began to search for the attacker's location.

However, within a gap of less than half a second, the wizard felt a tingling sensation on his right index finger. He lowered his head and saw two shining silver needles that came from nowhere and pierced deeply into his fingers.

Bypassed the shield? No, I'm afraid it took advantage of the gap in the spell.
The wizard summoned up fire with an unpleasant look on his face, and burned the two silver needles to ashes. Then, he raised his left hand, used his palm as a knife, and cut off his right palm from the wrist without hesitation.

Something like ash gushed out from the fracture, and several flying blades fell from the sky at the right time. Although they hit the wizard's shield with a clang, they still maintained a high-speed rotation, sparks flying.

The transparent liquid on the flying blades gradually turned into a malicious black in the flames, and began to erode the stability of the shield. The wizard's pupils shrank, and he removed the spell without hesitation and released a new shield, which stopped the dangerous flying blades.

"This method, could it be the Assassin's Court?" Serafax heard himself growling. "Something is wrong, leave immediately! You have plenty of time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the assassin, still lurking in the darkness, launched a third attack.

He seemed to be able to hear Serafax's own advice to himself. He deliberately chose such a dramatic moment, but the weapon he chose made the wizard's hair stand on end - he clearly saw a silver arm holding a shining Sky Eagle emblem, pressing it towards his face without hesitation.

The wizard roared wildly, used the teleportation spell at all costs, and disappeared from the spot.

The assassin missed, but he remained calm. The dim forest light shone on his cloak, revealing a dark winged sword emblem. He walked to where the wizard disappeared and reached out to touch the ground.

The unnatural high temperature brought by the teleportation spell is rapidly disappearing, but it still has an impact here. The pervasive power of chaos has quietly lurked here.
The assassin pondered for a moment, then pressed the Sky Eagle emblem in his hand deeply into the soil. After that, he picked up the flying blades and hung them back on his belt one by one. While doing these things, his expression was extremely calm.

A few minutes later, he disappeared into the forest.

A few minutes later, a wild beast followed the smell and sound and wandered around for a long time, wagging its nose in confusion. He found nothing, so he had to leave and move deeper into the forest.

Half a day later, a giant in black armor came here vigilantly. He didn't know what happened here, but the winged sword emblem in his hand provided him with guidance.
He dug a Skyhawk emblem out of the dirt.
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"Oh, the wheel of fortune is turning, the wheel of fortune is turning--"

In the deepest part of the endless waves of Chaos, there came such a voice, full of joy. Many ripples were born from it, becoming nightmares of varying sizes and powers.

As soon as they were born, they could not wait to rush out of this vast ocean, began to learn how to stir up trouble, and racked their brains to try to reach the material world.
The owner of the voice only needed a thought to turn these monsters created by it back into slaves without self-will, but it did not do so. Instead, it gave encouragement with great interest.

In return, the Nightmares told it everything they had done without reservation.

"Very good, very good." The voice turned into laughter with joy. "You all did a good job, but you can improve a little bit and be more creative, how about that?"

"Don't just limit yourself to the fate of one person. You can weave silk threads and entwine their fates one by one and connect them to each other. Let the disaster begin with an insignificant beggar? How about that?"

"Let his parents die, let him wander the streets. Let him die of hunger, let his body be eaten by wild dogs - he never felt any kindness, did he? When he died, his heart was full of hatred."

Its laughter turned into a snicker, as if it was rejoicing in something that would happen in the future.

It did not continue, and those nightmares who thought they had been recognized by it began to scramble to plan their arrival in the material world, and began to promote the development of the story it described at all costs, turning the possibility into a necessity.
It sounds horrifying, but it's actually just a pastime.

"Hum hum."

It hummed softly, appearing very happy, and even took the lead in greeting a wandering purple cloud that was floating over, with a very playful tone.

"Hi, little sister." It said with a smile. "Have you recovered from your injury?"

A beautiful figure in the cloud lazily sighed and stretched out an arm that had been restored to its original state out of the cloud. A silver light flickered, and a cloud of silver mist quietly condensed and began to observe this slender jade hand.

It captured the jade-like skin, the delicate yet energetic muscles, and the slender fingers. Finally, the voice in the silver mist answered itself with great satisfaction.

"You've recovered pretty well. But maybe you want to do it again?"

"No." The figure in the purple cloud denied it with a savoring tone. "It's not the right time yet. He doesn't deserve to enjoy the pleasure of cutting my flesh and blood yet."

"I will try my best to make him qualified!" Silvermist shouted. "You don't have to worry about it, sister!"

"Call me that again."

Silver Mist smiled and changed the subject: "The wheel of fortune has already begun to turn, my dear, don't you even have the patience to wait a little longer?"

A cold snort came from the purple cloud: "Stop talking in riddles here. The drama you promised has not been performed until now, and I am already waiting impatiently. You know, I am only patient with a small number of people, so you'd better bring me what you promised quickly. Otherwise, the covenant between us will be invalidated."

The silver mist surged for a moment, and immediately cast a hazy flash. In the light, the dark green Caliban gradually appeared.

"Don't be impatient, my brother, my sister." Silver Mist changed his tone and advised with the voice of an elder. "You will get what you want, I promise."

His words caused a surprised question to come from the purple cloud, and then the clouds immediately dispersed, revealing a pair of charming eyes with rippling light, full of curiosity and vigilance.

"You wouldn't really give that mortal a way to change time, would you?"

Silvermist laughed at this.

(End of this chapter)