Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"So, you call this kind of thing a guardian spirit?"

After being given a layer of so-called [etheric vision] by Myrddin who was accompanying him, Bayar was finally able to clearly see these [elves] that were praised highly by the Thousand Sons.

I don’t know why, after seeing these shining existences, the most powerful son of Morgan felt a kind of uneasiness originating from the depths of his heart: it was the instinct brought about by countless fights. As he recalled the past of fighting to the death with those abominable nameless creatures.

The last time he felt this way, he was facing an alien wizard that was riddled with holes by the power of subspace, and its squirming patchwork of flesh and blood that was like a mountain.

…

There's something wrong with these things.

Bayar murmured to himself.

However, on the surface, his brows only furrowed and then quickly smoothed away, so that no one noticed anything strange: at least not Balak.

"In the beginning, we considered calling them [Angels], but that title was too emotional, had an unnecessary sense of sanctity, and, you know, it was so un-Imperial."

Balak's voice was a word of affirmation filled with joy. When he reached the last paragraph of his speech, he showed a smile that contained deep meaning and tacit understanding to Bayar beside him.

The title [Elf] is also very untrue to the empire.

Deep in his heart, Bayar sighed softly, but he did not say these words, because all the Dawnbreakers remembered the instructions of the Primarch.

Long before arriving in the Fuzare system, the sons of Morgan, who were selected as followers, were solemnly warned by the Lord of the Second Legion: This is a visit, an exchange without any purpose or appeal, and an exchange for Proletarians. Spero and the Thousand Sons Legion is the purest form of sightseeing.

They are guests, nothing more.

Don't pay attention to anything, don't ask out-of-bounds questions, don't engage in profound debates: it's enough to visit, see and remember everything that comes into their view.

do not mind.

Just listen.

It's not that difficult, is it?

Bayar blinked, trying hard to control his face, letting his calm pupils and indifferent smile hide the lingering uneasiness deep in his heart.

Balak-Uhisar, who came from the Tianxiao School, was completely unaware of the strangeness of his entourage, because he was indulging in telling the history and past of the legion. There was a pleasant smile on his excessively pale face, accompanied by With the shining colors surrounding his scarlet armor, it looked hazy and luxurious.

This warrior from the fifth company of the Thousand Sons is a jovial and friendly man. He is an extremely rare line of humility among those born arrogant descendants of Magnus. Talking with him can make people feel a spiritual feeling. Pleasurable.

But this kind of pleasure is so fragile and short-lived in front of those dancing Prospero specialties.

Bayar already regretted a little. He regretted that he was out of curiosity and asked for this temporary [etheric vision] from his companions: when he saw these existences that the Thousand Sons called [elves], they were haunted by him. When his hair and arms refused to leave for a long time, his hands began to caress the handle of the knife involuntarily, and his neck became stiff, and he could even feel a vicious breath that did not exist at all.

These things: Let’s call them guardian elves. If we look at their appearance, they are indeed like beings that have stepped out of the dreams of youth. They are radiant and shining, like sparrows enjoying themselves in the spring breeze. In general, you can fly and play freely among the towering and magnificent buildings of Tizca.

Now, Bayar can see the existence of these things. They exist next to almost every son of Magnus. The more noble the psychic masters are, the more likely they are to be surrounded by these existences and Unintentionally highlight your inner self.

For example, Forsis-Taka, the greatest force field master under Magnus, is surrounded by a vague and arrogant force, clawing and biting anyone of the same kind who dares to get close. As for the always-smiling Balak in front of him, there was a ball of moonlight hovering above his head, exuding a small amount of reassuring light.

Oh, and there is Hathor, the swordsman who stands proudly in the distance, looking at the Dawnbreakers and even the Thousand Sons with a slightly contemptuous attitude, the proud master of the Bright Feather School, flying beside him is a sun-like sword. Generally dazzling brilliant eagle.

But no matter which one they were, no matter how beautiful and dreamy these guardian spirits were, or which master they followed: when he saw almost every Thousand Sons, there was this kind of sparkling and erratic spirit lingering around and above their heads. When the subspace existed, Bayar still felt a sultry heat. The sultry heat came from his neck and chest, which meant that the instinctive uneasiness did not disappear, but intensified.

But even so: he still said nothing, quietly, listening to the chatter of the people around him, and silently obeyed the instructions given by the Primarch.

Like him, all the Sons of Morgan were keeping quiet, listening to the chatter mixed with enthusiasm and arrogance in the most polite manner, forming a pair of strange pairs, composed of the Thousand Sons and the Dawnbreaker. The combination built.

When this team of dozens of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreakers left the fork in the road in front of the Great Pyramid of Light, they first walked for a distance along a main road paved with marble and came to a building called the Secret Tower. The Eye Square is one of the core areas of Tizca City. Its size and status are comparable to those of the academy pyramids.

As the city center, this square is of course open to everyone. When the group of people could see the towering Doric pillars in the center of the square from a distance, their ears were already filled with countless noisy sounds. , and when they advanced some distance and arrived at the entrance of the square, the visitors couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the prosperity and harmony here.

This is both a square and a commercial center formed by agreement. Those rather classical mobile vendors and pergolas cover every horizon they can see. Thousands of Prospero residents are shouting noisily. Wandering around amid the noise and bargaining, the place is bustling and packed with people.

They may be walking alone and quickly, looking at the prices shouted by the vendors, or they may be traveling in small groups, forming side-by-side companions and shopping families, strolling leisurely and enjoying the pleasant time in a lively manner.

But whether they are active teenagers or vicissitudes of workers, whether they are giggling children or old men with white hair and beards, they all have a happy and calm look, telling the peace and tranquility of this world, and everyone's clothes They are all bright and well-fitted, and the bags in their hands are bulging, filled with silks, sesame oils and fresh fruits bought during bargaining, and of course, bottles of brightly colored wine, which come from various wine shops on the edge of the square. shops and vendors.

The gentle sea breeze from the ocean beside Tizca City brings a slight salty smell, and together with the soft sunlight, gently blows over these people enjoying life, and in the mid-air that these mortals cannot see, those The flickering creatures from the subspace are also accompanied by wisps of invisible wind, wandering wantonly on the heads and temples of every mortal.

A reassuring scene.

Bayar thought so.

But for some reason, when they passed by the vendors, Bayar could always smell a smell that was familiar to him, a smell that definitely couldn't be said to be smelly, but it still made him feel uncomfortable.

The appearance of the Astartes warriors set off a wave of restraint among the mortals. Prospero's mortals waved their hands and showed respect to these god warriors in scarlet and silver armor, but showed no more. Fever and excitement: Obviously, they have become accustomed to living with these emperor's angels.

Amid the cheers, people spontaneously moved out of the way, handing fruits and goodwill to these powerful warriors. Bayar could even feel children being held in the arms of their parents, curiously wanting to touch their shoulder armor: The descendants of Magnus kept moving forward indifferently, but did not disperse these mortals. They just led the visitors all the way to the foot of the Dorian Stone Pillar.

Bayar could see that there was a lifelike relief carved on the base: a scholar-like Cyclops was supporting a woman in grief, and that woman was obviously the embodiment of Prospero. Obviously, this is a depiction of how the great Magnus saved this dying world.

"I carved it myself."

Balak muttered proudly.

As the group of people slowly advanced to the foot of the stone pillar, as if arranged in advance, groups of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreakers began to disperse in all directions, heading towards different directions and roads. A large army of dozens of people was In the blink of an eye, they turned into groups of twos and threes, and Bayar naturally followed Balak. Behind them, Myrddin fell far behind the group, looking left and right, as if he was worried about his future. Poetry collects material.

This Secret Eye Square is so huge and important. With it as the center, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one avenues leading in different directions, each of which has its own characteristics and is extremely prosperous.

Balak took his two guests to choose one of them. Both sides of this road were lined with some silver-white lion statues. Each one was lifelike and different. Behind these lions, there were beautiful Ornate gardens, or buildings with great mathematical aesthetics, and when they passed some lateral roads connecting two avenues, Bayar could even see through the shadows of the buildings what was passing by on another avenue at the same time. Another combination of the Thousand Sons and the Dawnbreaker: There is no doubt that the descendants of Magnus are tacitly taking advantage of this deliberate coincidence, silently showing off the wonderful layout and ingenuity of the entire city of Tizca.

After ten minutes of slow progress, Balak finally led his two guests into a garden maze with a tower, fruits and a sea of ​​trees. They finally arrived at the balcony at the top of the tower, where, You can have a panoramic view of part of the city of Tizca.

"This is my favorite place and the corner where I can feel the most."

When Balak sat on the marble seat, looking through the lush vegetation around the terrace and looking at the majestic white sand mountains in the distance, he showed off and shared something to his guests. smile.

"The things I have thought through here, the experiments and arcane mathematics I have conducted privately here, and even the immature ideas that have been expressed and implemented in practice, are more than what I have operated in front of the school pyramid and the battle brothers combined. A lot more.”

"Every time I see the views and scenery here, it always gives me something to think about."

Bayar nodded and silently agreed with Thousand Sons' statement: There is no other reason. The scenery here is indeed unique, and most of Tizca City is enough for them to see.

In the afternoon, in the gradually lowering and hazy sunlight, the entire City of Light is covered with a soft veil. The proudly standing pyramid with its silver spire reflects the gleaming light. The squares and theaters There are already crowds of people in front of us, enjoying the solace of time and art. The fresh sea breeze blows over the undulating mountains in the distance and the silent and boundless sky, which together spread vitality at the edge of the field of vision. Powerful jet black lines.

When Bayar saw those happy and peaceful mortals: they walked on the wide and bright road, strolled under the low-hanging branches and ripe fruits, and wandered among the statues with golden light and white as snow.

The Astartes warrior who was over a hundred years old had to admit that when he saw all this, his heart was indeed sighing, slightly touched, and realizing something that might have existed for a long time, but had just been discovered. understanding.

In the past, the powerful knight always established the simplest belief: he fought for the Emperor, fought for the Primarch, fought for those simple and powerful voices, to build a world made of loyalty and knightly illusions. A future built together that we have no chance of seeing.

But now, such a future seemed to be in front of him, slowly and charmingly lifting up the skirt on one side, allowing him to get a glimpse of everything he wanted to protect.

Just like this...

"call--"

Before Bayar's sentiments could bear real fruit, the remaining etheric perspective brought an unwelcome guest: Balak's guardian elf floated in front of the Dawnbreaker like an overactive shrike. .

The emotion is over.

Bayar frowned, keeping a calm face, and turned to look at Balak, who gave him a sincere smile and silently admitted his mistake.

"Here, it's always been a little bit too feisty."

Balak recalled his own guardian elf, and watched helplessly as this shiny little thing spun and screamed silently in his hand, exuding his own dissatisfaction.

"After all, this is where I first summoned it."

Qianzi's tone was calm and casual, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing. Although Bayar felt something was wrong, he was more thankful in his heart: the temporary etheric perspective was finally slowly fading away, and that The twinkling that always made him feel uneasy finally disappeared from his pupils.

At the last moment when he could still see the so-called guardian elf, Bayar could vaguely observe that the golden whirlwind was circling and sizing up the Thousand Sons' heads, like a bloodthirsty and fierce shrike. Unintentionally observing his next prey.

But when the son of Morgan blinked doubtfully, he could no longer see those so-called friendly subspace creatures, and only the dull memories of Balak could be heard in his ears.

"That was more than ten years ago, when guardian elves had just become popular among the legion. Our genetic father taught us this unique spell and also taught it to those mortals who were willing to try it. But so far, We were the only ones who succeeded.”

"Ahriman was the first to complete it. He called his elf Etepio. It was a beautiful halo with an erratic shape but extremely bright eyes. Over the next period of time, one after another, Someone succeeded, and the best battle brothers easily summoned these friendly little creatures from the subspace, as if they had been waiting on the other side of the curtain, always paying attention to our calls and requests."

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Bayar was noncommittal, he just enjoyed the blank view without those guardian spirits.

"I am not the first person to complete the summons. In fact, when my mentor and battle brothers completed their tasks one after another, I did not really succeed. Therefore, I chose to temporarily leave the school pyramid and came here to conduct another A once-in-a-lifetime effort to open up the subspace.”

"Then I succeeded."

"In the position where you and I are sitting now, I opened the curtain between the subspace and the real universe. Behind the curtain that was not completely lifted, I sensed and touched my guardian spirit for the first time, and moved it Brought to Prospero."

"……etc!"

The son of Morgan raised his brows and looked around: Even with his superficial knowledge of psychic powers, he could tell that this was definitely not a good place to perform psychic rituals.

"Are you sure...here?"

He opened the lush flower bed next to him and took a look not far away: almost right next to the high tower where they were, there were bustling residential areas, and old people and children could be seen everywhere.

A psychic ritual to connect to the warp is performed here?

"you alone?"

"certainly."

Balak nodded proudly.

Bayar turned his head and looked at the Thousand Sons in front of him seriously: on that somewhat pale face, he did see a humble and kind face. Bayar repeatedly confirmed: He had not been Deception, what was sitting in front of him at this time was indeed the most friendly group among the sons of Magnus, and possibly the most friendly group.

He blinked, a trickle of sweat running behind his ears.

"Have you ever thought that... it would be unsafe for a person to perform a ritual here?"

"Unsafe?"

These words seemed to touch the blind spot of the son of Magnus. He was stunned for a while at first, and then burst into laughter.

"No, no, no!"

"Bayar, my Bayar."

"You don't know, battle brothers from the Second Legion: when we came to the fertile land of Prospero, when we were reborn under the power of our Gene Father, psychic power had no power for us. Unsafe possibilities, we have ascended to a great realm that is completely different from other psykers you have seen."

"Over the years, except for some overly exaggerated measures, all our spellcasting and rituals have never failed. No matter how low the probability is, for us, it is no different from being destined to succeed."

"We have overcome the challenges given by fate, and now, as you can see, we are enjoying the endless benefits and fruits of this great victory."

"What's more, this ritual of summoning subspace creatures has been carried out repeatedly in the Thousand Sons Legion for decades. It has failed, but it has never been dangerous. In the beginning, the ritual will still be carried out in the academy pyramid and the instructors. It was done under supervision, but now it can be done anytime, anywhere.”

"Now, it's like there."

Following the guidance of the Thousand Sons, Bayar's eyes caught a street corner: a young Thousand Sons warrior was standing there, surrounded by some children. Those children obviously had psychic potential: because they were watching Holding Qianzi's raised, empty palm, he jumped up and down with joy.

"Those mortal children love this kind of little thing very much. The best part of them will become the new blood of the Legion in the next few years and become the figures who guide the next generation of psykers."

An Astartes, showing off a Warp creature to the bewildered children, and directing their interest and desire for the Warp.

Bayar touched his chin.

He had nothing to say.

He didn't need to say anything.

At this moment, the most powerful Dawnbreaker only felt a kind of happiness: because Myrddin, who was wandering around behind them, [looking for materials], finally slowly came to this terrace, and his There was a genuine joy on his face.

"I've never seen a city like this."

With a sigh, a happy smile bloomed on the face of the Thousand Sons. After seeing that his two guests had arrived, the son of Magnus waved his hand and walked out of the shadows on one side. A mortal wearing a waiter's uniform.

"I'm sorry, you two, I haven't finished brewing my own wine yet. I can only ask you to taste the wine here first. However, I can assure you that the craftsmanship and skills of these mortals are not inferior to any brewing masters."

"So, what do you want to drink?"

Qianzi spit out the names of several wines one after another, and Bayar chose one after thinking for a while.

But just when he was about to tell his choice, he saw that the mortal waiter had bowed to them, slowly retreated, and walked to the wine rack nearby.

The son of Morgan blinked his eyes in confusion. It was only then that he suddenly realized that his heart seemed to have been touched invisibly.

On the side, the psychic master of the Second Legion had frowned.

"That mortal...is he using mind reading on us?"

Qianzi smiled and did not refute.

"Although the psychic skills of these mortals are not worth mentioning, they can still successfully read some of the simplest surface thoughts in their hearts."

The two Dawnbreakers looked at each other and saw some kind of invisible frown in each other's pupils.

"Isn't this a bit... I mean, you can totally use the menu."

Faced with the doubts of the soldiers of the Second Legion, Qianzi just laughed.

"This is Prospero's specialty. My battle brothers, you can choose to do as the Romans do. After all, there is no such thing as a menu in the entire city of Tizca: before you decide to order, the waiter already knows what you want. What to eat, this is good news for some poor people with difficulty choosing.”

But unfortunately, this explanation did not heal the brows of the two Morgan sons. They were still immersed in a sense of disbelief, and heartily resisted the rationality of the scene before them.

"Is the entire city of Tizca like this? Can every restaurant of yours be equipped with such a mind-reading character?"

The Thousand Sons chuckled, and his fingers kept drawing circles in the air. In Myrddin's etheric vision, he could see that it was the son of Magnus playing with his own guardian elf.

"For this city has become psionic, my battle brother."

"As long as they are mortals who can embark on the path of spiritual energy, we will teach and guide them, and we will let them open their arms step by step to embrace the subspace and the infinite future."

In this resistance, in this grand declaration, the waiter has brought the cup and the wine, which is indeed what everyone here is thinking about.

After he completely withdrew, the three Astartes picked up their respective cups: the Thousand Sons drank it naturally and leisurely, but the two guests fell into sluggishness.

smell.

Bayar smelled it: it was the strange smell he had smelled in the Secret Eye Square just now.

He lowered his eyebrows, a few colors flashed in his pupils, and looked at Myrddin silently. In silence, the powerful old knight slowly shook his head. In this way, the two sons of Morgan slowly Putting down the wine glass, it was as if he was facing some terrible poison.

On the other side, the son of Magnus was already clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"This drink isn't very good."

Balak shook his head, feeling frustrated that the reception had failed.

"This time, they didn't control their spiritual power well. The smell was too strong."

"...Psychic power?"

The sons of Morgan no longer covered up: Bayar's brow was already like a majestic mountain range, while Myrddin directly picked up the glass of wine and smelled it.

"Psionics added to this?"

"Um."

Qianzi nodded, his expression casual.

"They will use spiritual energy to speed up the brewing process, but I don't really agree with this because it will destroy the original flavor. I am more accustomed to ancient brewing."

"..."

"..."

"However, they have some methods that they use well. For example, they use spiritual energy to wrap and polish the wine barrels. Over time, a trace of spiritual energy will naturally penetrate into the wine liquid in the barrels. This method will It makes the wine mellow and sweet, but it tests the strength and skill of the operator: this cup was an obvious mistake.”

Qianzi poured down the entire glass of wine, shook his head with some regret, and started talking. Then, he turned and walked to the wine rack. After carefully checking it, he picked up another bottle of wine.

"This bottle is just right."

He smiled and murmured to himself, completely unaware of the eye interaction and ferocious expressions on the two guests behind him.

The reception continues, but some things have changed.

For example: something that made Barack extremely depressed in the future: Although he had tried his best to select the best wine he could find, from beginning to end, his two guests were sitting there. .

teetotal.

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"The Wheel of Fortune."

"The wheel of fate."

"Ha! I have to admit."

"Morgan, you have a special kind of luck and destiny, which is very interesting."

Magnus's happy hum was accompanied by another flash of his psychic energy, completely drowning the two Primarchs and three followers.

When they walked out of the teleporting magic circle again, their eyes had changed into something different: this was a completely enclosed private magic room, obviously on the top of the Great Pyramid of Light. Both the floor and the ceiling were black and white. Alternating: If you observe carefully, you will find that the [black] and [white] are constantly changing agates, changing their positions all the time, forming a very tacit agreement with the light that human pupils can capture. The pace, as if they were standing still.

"destiny."

Magnus crooned the esoteric character like a tabby cat showing off the red laser point it had captured.

"Destiny, yes, of course."

"Of course I know fate, I know the fate of almost everyone, whether it's me or some of our unpopular savage brothers, I know it all."

The Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion whispered almost to himself, blinking at his blood relatives, deliberately showing off some of the little secrets he had.

"Just like one of our blood relatives, a not-so-likeable brother, you should have met him, Morgan, the guy who calls himself the leader of the wolf pack, he has some dirty little secrets: that It was the curse and nightmare given to him by the Wheel of Fortune."

"And I saw it."

"There are no wolves on Fenris, Morgan."

"But among the Fenrisians, that's not necessarily the case."

"They thought they could hide, but what they didn't know was..."

"Nothing can be hidden from spiritual energy."

The Crimson King blinked at his blood relative, like a child showing off the candy in his palm.

"But we can't discuss this too much, can we?"

"After all, it will bring trouble to our brother. Although I half hope that he will be in trouble, it would be too despicable if I really said it."

The Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion hummed a happy tune. He strode forward as usual, guiding Morgan to a rather huge blue gem.

"The wheel of fate……"

He sighed in his own voice, and his voice was mixed with countless emotions that penetrated the past, suffering and endless trials.

"Destiny, the only moment when I felt this word from the bottom of my heart, was undoubtedly the moment when I first laid eyes on my legions on the slopes of Prospero. This moment of happiness, even I didn’t expect that it would be accompanied by challenges and trials brought by fate.”

"But, that's not important."

"Because I defeated it, I defeated that abominable fate, I defeated the disease that tried to enslave me and my descendants, and allowed the deepest light of subspace to bloom in the real universe, bringing unprecedented miracles and future. "

"I control my destiny."

"I have unchained the heir."

"I redeemed everyone, including myself."

"All the suffering, pain, and unwillingness have been defeated, imprisoned, and sealed by me with the power of subspace. They can no longer knock down me and my army, and they can no longer resist the attacks from subspace. Justice and mercy at the deepest level of space.”

"That's it, that's that day."

"I broke the wheel of fortune and kept everything at its best."

"On that day, I walked to the deepest part of the subspace, where I met the most ancient kind will, and found the ancient glory that had long been forgotten: I used my own strength and wisdom to overcome their tests, and obtained Take what is rightfully mine.”

"Got my Thousand Sons Legion."

He spoke, he smiled, and he whispered intoxicatingly. His sincere feelings and brilliant tone made Ahriman and Amon standing in the distance lower their heads and shed tears filled with gratitude and happiness. .

In this way, Magnus slowly lowered his head and looked at his blood relatives: her face was blank, of course she would be blank, after all, she was not the one who had experienced it all.

But, it doesn't matter.

"Come, Morgan, come and touch this sacred gem, come and accept my gift, and I will send your vision to that wonderful paradise that does not exist in the entire galaxy, so that you can see how I overcome those challenges, Breaking the wheel of fortune.”

He said, smiling, and without a doubt he took the blood relative's hand and placed it on the penetrating blue gem. In an instant, nine rays of blue light slowly separated from the gem. came out and turned into a mirror that only Morgan could see.

The Lord of the Second Legion just followed Magnus's movements with great indifference: although when he started that ridiculous chant, Morgan had already softly recited all the protective spells she knew.

Magnus's words were enough for Morgan to recite a hundred spells. After all, those long tones and loud sighs were really time consuming.

In this way, Morgan's pupils finally looked at the mirror, and Magnus's narration followed, along with everything the Spider Queen could see, turning into an extremely funny explanatory journey.

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"In the depths of Naya space, in the most peaceful and profound ocean."

The violent waves swallowed up every inch of the sea of ​​souls that Morgan could see, like thousands of ghosts screaming at the top of their lungs.

"You can see the warm light, the gentle breeze, and the ancient buildings full of love and beauty, exuding eternal heaviness."

Screaming, twisting, changing, madness...

Only the ocean covered with ice can compete with the blue in front of you. The biting cold wind mercilessly tears every soul that can be captured. In the crazy and disorderly laughter, tens of millions of mazes The fortress is as if it is made of flesh and blood, being kneaded and changed by the invisible will without any pause or stability for even a moment.

"Walk the wide avenue."

The muddy ground was strewn with biting nails and sharp beaks.

"Look up at the flawless night sky."

Countless eyeballs covered every inch of the sky as far as the eye could see, looking at every visitor in unison.

“Experience the tranquility.”

Roaring, laughing, never ending.

“That’s where I’ve arrived.”

“That’s when I started the challenge.”

“This is the kingdom for which I have paid my part and accomplished the final redemption.”

The wildest laughter was accompanied by a mountain-like figure, which flashed past at the end of the field of vision. It was a hateful-looking existence, a twisted snake with no end in sight. It had nine The eyes, with nine tails swinging around them layer by layer, in the eighty-one reincarnations, are exactly the eyeballs of the original gene, and the empty hole around it that symbolizes the price and is far from being filled. .

"You'll see those friendly creatures."

The huge mountain-like figure came and went just as quickly, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye, while a large number of unborn people and screaming demons pounced on them at all costs in the next second. Fighting for the little dust left by the great being inadvertently, they devoured and bit each other like pure beasts.

"You will see the wise man who meditates."

A laughter like bones came from the center of the crazy battlefield, and along with a raging wave of spiritual energy, all the demons were crushed in despair. Among their piles of corpses, there stood a newcomer. , an ever-changing demon king with two heads who is always laughing crazily, a unique darling of Tzeentch.

“It will greet you, welcome you, and have a long chat with you.”

The two-headed demon discovered the silver-haired visitor the next moment. Its head that couldn't see the present screamed at the same time, eager to tear the poor intruder apart. Its skinny chest supported the shriveled body. The wings look like a dying old man, a crazy prophet.

Morgan looked at it.

Looking at this guy, she felt inexplicably familiar.

Watch it laugh, watch it find its own figure in the future and the past, watch it keep laughing, keep laughing...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahaha."

"Ha ha……"

"ha……"

"..."

【……】

"..."

【……】

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[Gudong. 】

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That was the sound of saliva. .

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What a shame.

Just a phantom.

Looking at the two-headed devil who saluted him hastily and then disappeared without a trace in an instant as if he was avoiding a natural enemy, Morgan could only shake his head with great regret, and then walked out of this place where there was nothing new at all.

When she raised her head and looked at Magnus' expectant eyes, her face had been adjusted to the most appropriate expression of exclamation.

…

【Eye-opener. 】

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It's a pity that we can't feast our eyes on it.