Chapter 421 Fateweaver: Two VIPs of the Crystal Maze~
Underground secret room hall.
The roar of construction machinery is endless.
"Saviour, we must finish the work before the deadline..."
The architect directed the workers to build a small church building.
He was fully immersed in it, looking down at the design drawings from time to time to check whether the building was up to standard.
This bold designer served the Savior for the first time. It was an unparalleled honor and the most precious work in his life.
Suddenly, the designer raised his hand and pointed at a faceless statue: "This is not enough, keep smashing, remember our design concept of 'changing and broken sense of blasphemy'!"
哐哐哐——
The workmen toppled the idol to pieces at designated locations, causing it to collapse into a blasphemous form.
"Your Majesty!"
The designer looked at such an artistic and profane scene and couldn't help but pray.
He couldn't help but think about why the great savior built such a dilapidated church. Was it for the purpose of "remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet"?
This designer's son at Chuji Academy mentioned similar educational courses, which only emerged recently.
It is said that he wants to correct the bad atmosphere in the savior's territory.
Zhongji Academy has even reopened some areas of the Undernest, allowing even the most ordinary students to enter and survive in an environment full of pollution and chaotic monsters.
Some students are said to have been seriously injured or even died during the course.
"Fortunately, my little cub is fine."
The designer smiled. His child performed well in related survival courses and received more honors and badges.
After graduation in the future, that little kid will be able to go to a better department and serve the great savior.
He tightened his gas mask and replaced the disinfection module. The plague was rampant recently, and everyone must take precautions when going out.
Once there is a problem with protective clothing, it must be reported as soon as possible.
"The damned plague of heresy!"
The designer cursed and continued to direct the workers to construct.
Soon a crumbling, sacrilegious church took shape, with images of gods smashed and statues vandalized.
It seems a little distorted.
After the construction was completed, the designer did not dare to stay longer and immediately led the workers to leave according to the instructions.
They had to go to church to pray and be baptized to avoid bad luck.
Fortunately, these people had an audience with the Great Savior and were blessed by that presence before they left.
It was the most unforgettable scene in their lives, the supreme glory.
Even the high-ranking nobles on O'Neill's planet would find it difficult to obtain this honor. Ordinary people would be lucky if they caught a glimpse of that existence from a distance.
"Not bad..."
After Ron sent away the tearful engineering team, he turned around and looked at the church that had just been built and seemed to have been destroyed by evildoers.
That was the altar he set up to contact the Lord of Change.
In the galaxy, it is not that easy to pray to evil gods and attract the other person's gaze, and it is often a two-way street.
The use of altars and sacrificial rituals is a more common method.
The subsequent process is extremely dangerous and cannot be intervened by ordinary people. Otherwise, it will lead to the corruption of the mind and even the complete mutation of the body.
"Lord Savior, we have delivered what you asked for."
The high-ranking judge of the Demon Tribunal came over to salute, and more sealed transport boxes were brought in, which contained a faint smell of blood.
Not only that, there were more than a dozen Tzeentch cultists who were escorted in.
Ron warned:
"Perform the mission, be sure to pay attention to safety, that is a cunning and terrifying existence."
These cultists are prisoners of the Demon Tribunal. They were brought here from prison by the judges and are responsible for constructing some kind of magic circle or sacrificial ceremony.
This is also the dogma that the Savior Territory has always adhered to, leaving professional matters to professionals.
"The Lord of Changes will not spare you!"
"You have wronged an innocent person, and knowledge is not guilty!"
"The multi-eyed, all-knowing god will cast down countless gazes and bring endless chaos to this place..."
"Please let me go!"
The Tzeentch cultists either howled or trembled madly, thinking they were about to be executed.
However, when the cultists learned about the savior's request, they were stunned, as if they had heard the worst lie in the galaxy.
The savior, the Primarch of Hope, ordered them to build a dark altar and pray to the great Lord of Change.
How ridiculous is this? !
"This is your last chance..."
Ron raised his hand slightly and used his spiritual power to lift the lid of the transport box, revealing the corpse, flesh and blood, and blasphemous objects inside, including a large number of eyeballs:
"If you don't want to, I will change a group of people to do this."
Those Tzeentch cultists noticed the savior's determined attitude and couldn't wait to agree.
They became fanatical and even thanked their savior.
Later, these Tzeentch cultists used the filth to desecrate the church, covering the walls with forbidden runes and unknown designs.
At the same time, the corpse and eyeballs were placed in a blasphemous pose.
It was just that they complained that the sacrifices offered by the Savior were too simple and not pious enough.
Ron ignored these guys and instead urged them to hurry up.
The sacrifice was indeed a bit sloppy. The real human corpses and flesh and blood were only a small part, and they were copied from some cult dens.
It's not that easy to find a large-scale cult den in the Savior's territory now.
Even if there is any, it will be quickly cleaned, purified and burned.
In order to make up the quantity, he had to add some livestock, artificial meat, etc., and even the blood was mixed with water.
It's semi-fake.
After all, I can't really sacrifice so many humans.
"Oh, let's just leave it like this, it's not easy for us here either..."
Ron sighed.
The fact that he can do this is a great honor to the big blue bird.
What's more, the troublemaker is not having a good time now. The prevalence of the plague has taken away too much attention, and conspiracy and conspiracy are so powerless in the face of large-scale epidemics.
It would be good if someone could offer sacrifices to Him, so just make do with it alive.
Soon after, the Tzeentch cultists built an altar. Flesh, flesh and runes formed a complex eyeball pattern, giving the entire church a strange atmosphere.
Faintly whispers could be heard.
"How wonderful everything is, the Lord of change is paying attention here, what a gift!"
The Tzeentch cultists were shocked.
Because this is a gaze that they have never received before, and they are using such a simple altar, without sacrificing tens or millions of lives, and there are no more sacrilegious acts.
Such an effect was achieved.
This was completely impossible before.
Ron was not surprised by this. Now the big blue bird was in a hurry and almost came over to ask someone to come over.
He looked at the somewhat nervous Wan Bian Healer:
"I will accompany you into that forbidden place later. What you need to do is very simple, that is to find the knowledge of making medicine and get the answer."
"Lord Savior, I will find the answer..."
There is a hint of nervousness in the electronic voice of the ever-changing doctor: "The Emperor is above, the Savior is above, my faith has never changed!"
He seemed to be comforting himself.
Along with the fervent incantations and prayers of the Tzeentch cultists, the altar faintly glowed with light blue, and changing images began to appear in this area.
At this moment, everyone's brain thinking was extremely clear, and previously forgotten knowledge began to emerge.
More knowledge is hidden in the mist deep in the chaos, attracting people to explore.
Outside the church, the high-ranking inquisitors who were in isolation and had their hearing and vision sealed off became even more vigilant.
They noticed this terrible mental change and tightened their grip on the transmitters in their hands.
The sacred ashes bomb is already ready to be fired.
Once there is a drastic change, these high-level judges will destroy this evil altar as soon as possible.
"The blessing of the mechanical goddess, the blessing of the emperor..."
The ever-changing healer stepped onto the altar carefully.
He held back his nausea and prayed with the cultists, but he failed to get any more responses.
He swallowed, gritted his teeth and prayed loudly according to the words of the Savior: "Great... Great Lord of All Changes, you don't want the Savior's experiment to fail, right?
The Plague Lord has..."
Before he finished speaking, the chaotic energy of the altar suddenly surged, and a huge, illusory black shadow appeared.
It is an unpredictable existence.
His head and body are integrated, with huge indescribable tentacles on his head, and countless constantly changing faces on his skin.
Lord of change!
The moment this existence appeared, everyone present seemed to be stared at by countless eyes, and everything was seen through.
Those cultists couldn't bear such a terrifying impact, and they twisted and fell in the frenzy. They even covered their heads and howled under the infusion of a large amount of forbidden knowledge until their brains burst out.
Fortunately, the malice of the Lord of Changes was not concentrated on the Changes Healer, and it did not have much impact on him.
"I saw your true face again..."
Ron raised his head and looked at the illusory body of the Lord of Changes without any discomfort.
Decades ago, when I saw this terrifying evil god for the first time, I was so scared that I almost lost my soul.
Now, they can face each other directly.
In other words, the two parties are already old acquaintances. They have been in contact with each other several times, and they have seen each other's most miserable scenes, such as the roasting of the big blue bird.
In this case, even the most terrifying existence will be disenchanted.
Tzeentch seemed to be aware of the savior's thoughts, and sent out bursts of thought fluctuations, immediately pulling away the soul consciousness of the ever-changing healer.
Normally, when He appears, he will leave behind some tricks or pranks, causing the entire civilized world to fall into chaos or kill each other.
This creates more tragic and dramatic events.
But this time He didn't want to stay here anymore, and he didn't even bother to care about the sacrifices.
In fact, the sacrifice was not enough to summon his phantom. The Lord of Changes had poured huge energy into it himself. It's a blood loss.
Afterwards, Ron's conscious clone also followed the traces left by the Lord of Changes and arrived at the forbidden area that contained countless knowledge.
……
Subspace, Crystal Maze.
Ron stepped onto the pebble-smooth amethyst ground.
In an instant, he felt the statues in the fog, dreams, silent mourning and misty paintings, all of which were included in the crystal castle.
And the castle is constantly changing, shrouded in a sea of madness and reason.
He entered Tzeentch's domain openly.
Because Tzeentch cannot kill himself through his consciousness clone, and given the current situation, as long as he is not a crazy ball, he will never do anything to himself.
"Nurgle's loving father has become extremely rich..."
Ron looked up and saw the other realms of the Chaos Evil God from the Chaos Void. Among them, Nurgle's realm was the most conspicuous, and it expanded slightly.
And it inevitably invaded the realm of other evil gods.
Especially the realm of Tzeentch.
A large pile of filthy winding paths penetrated the back of the Crystal Maze, and it seemed that Nurgle's big feet had stepped on Tzeentch's territory.
This is still the case now, waiting for the plague war to achieve more results.
Wouldn’t that Plague Lord have to sit on Tzeentch’s head to shit? Who can bear this?
Ron secretly sighed in his heart:
"If the big bluebird doesn't fight back, I'm afraid he will be pressed to the ground and rubbed, not to mention that his fighting power is not very good..."
Suddenly, the Lord of Changes appeared again, floating above the maze not far away, as if waiting for something.
Ron slightly performed the etiquette of meeting aristocrats and sent a psychic message:
"The great Lord of Change, the abominable plague has completely affected the peace of subspace and the galaxy. My researchers and I need more knowledge to resist the plague.
Hope you can..."
Now that you are asking for help on someone else's territory, you still have to follow the proper etiquette.
But his tone was a bit tough, and he didn't look like he was begging for help. He ate his food standing up.
Tzeentch did not hesitate at all or use any useless words, but only revealed a trace of fluctuation in his thinking.
This being is willing to open the library and provide any possible knowledge at the cost of the savior having to stop the spread of the plague as quickly as possible.
Stop the Plague Lord from moving across the galaxy.
After that, the figure of the Lord of Changes faintly disappeared, and he had to make more plans.
But it is not to create chaos, but to maintain order. The current human empire needs order to resist the plague.
The moment he left, Tzeentch received new information from the savior, and his mind was shaken violently.
Because the savior reminded him to go to the regent to tell the truth, reveal some information, say as many words as possible, and don't do anything mysterious. He also suggested that he go and communicate with the Blood God.
That's what He's about to do.
This was the first time that someone had guessed his thoughts so specifically, and so accurately.
The Lord of Changes took a deep look at the savior, and his assessment of that being's ability increased again, making it difficult for him to control the other person.
He decided not to use too many tricks in this cooperation to avoid causing unpredictable deviations.
"The big blue bird is worried about the empire..." Ron sighed as he looked at the busy back of the Lord of Changes leaving.
Crystal Maze Gate.
Ron found the Everchanging Healer and took him into the castle.
Those corridors randomly appeared, dissolved, split and merged in a constant chaos, each corridor connecting different platforms.
On those platforms, he saw countless Tzeentch believers, including various ethnic groups.
Those beings came here to seek knowledge, but got lost here.
The crystal material of the labyrinth is so chaotic, the reflected and refracted light is dazzling, and those who gaze at the crystal see various reflections.
Fear, pain and hope, dreams and nightmares, real and imagined histories, events in the present and the future.
These abstract concepts become lifelike images in crystal.
A wizard witnessed the craved magical knowledge, fell into ecstasy, and twisted into a tentacled mass of flesh.
The nobleman awakens from his dream of ruling a kingdom, falls into torture, and then commits to a cruel rebellion plan to kill everyone closest to him.
Time in the Crystal Maze fluctuates and is subjective.
Days, months or even years are the same. A person may stay there for a few minutes, but centuries have passed. Some people have stayed there for centuries, but think only a few minutes have passed.
Those lost wanderers will remain without water for decades or hundreds of years, never resting, and eventually turn into dehydrated mummies.
"It can't go on like this..."
Ron frowned slightly as he looked at the densely packed dry corpses in the crystal corridor.
At this rate, it would be difficult to find the library in the Crystal Maze, and it would probably waste a lot of time.
Although Tzeentch agreed to him, he did not give him the knowledge directly. Was it because he was unhappy or because of some kind of rule?
at the same time.
He felt more cunning and malicious looks.
Those were the Tzeentch demons in the Crystal Maze. They were not very friendly to their uninvited guests, but they didn't dare to do anything.
The fateweavers, who were humanoid and crow-like, obviously knew that they were guests of the Lord of Changes and did not dare to do anything.
Moreover, some Fateweavers had dealt with him on the battlefield, and this might have left a shadow.
He could feel the other person's fear.
"Is this how you entertain distinguished guests? We are all guests invited by the Lord of Changes..."
Ron patted the All-Changing Healer to signal that he didn't need to be afraid, and then he called out to the Fateweavers of Tzeentch.
He unleashed the wave of Tzeentch's previous promise, directed at a group of Fateweavers:
"Come here, you guys. If you are not qualified, find someone who can take charge."
The savior's voice echoed in the maze, attracting the attention of many beings.
But no great demon was willing to respond. They seemed unwilling to get into trouble and guide the savior and primarch of hope.
What's more, they were enemies before.
Who knows whether such behavior will attract the attention of other beings or even the Lord of Change?
Tzeentch followers are full of suspicion and suspicion towards each other.
This is true even when facing the Lord of All Changes, that great existence is the most ruthless in deceiving people.
As a result, Tzeentch believers can only be cautious and sweep away the snow in front of each other. Anyway, if you don't do something, you won't go wrong.
Some fate-weavers seemed a little frightened when they thought of the unlucky being whose buttocks were burned by the sacred ashes bomb, and flew away directly.
Ron, with quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed a fateweaver and said, "It's just you!"
Seeing that the savior had designated an unlucky guy as a guide, the fateweavers of Tzeentch breathed a sigh of relief and went about their own business.
Some beings even noticed the unlucky guy and tried to weave some conspiracies for him.
"What's your name?"
Ron asked the Fateweaver's name.
"Balu, the eighty-ninth great demon under the Lord of Changes."
The fate-weaver seemed a bit honest and answered the questions truthfully, but there was something different in the way he looked at the savior.
Because he is one of his own, the Savior arranged for the Tzeentch demon chicken thief mole to be placed in the realm of Tzeentch.
Doing well now.
"Then you take me to the library!"
Of course Ron knew the fate of the fate-weaver, but he didn't do anything special.
to avoid exposure.
Perhaps Tzeentch knew all this a long time ago, but turned a blind eye and allowed him to rise to a higher position step by step.
Anyway, it's easier to do things when you have your own people around.
Afterwards, Balu, the fate-weaver, respectfully guided the savior and the ever-changing healer to the depths of the Crystal Maze.
But in the eyes of other beings.
He seemed to want to end this duty as soon as possible, and led the way very quickly, sending the savior and the ever-changing healer to the guardian of the maze.
This gatekeeper guards a passage along which pilgrims gain infinite knowledge.
On the platform in front of the passage.
Pilgrims waited in line and accepted the guardian's test one after another. Only those who passed were qualified to enter.
However, Ron and others did not need it and followed Balu directly to the VIP channel. The Tzeentch believers along the way were violently knocked away.
It is a man-made VIP channel.
Ron followed Balu, feeling as if he was letting scalpers jump in line or evade fares.
After that, the mole directly let the maze guardian go.
"Sure enough, you still have to go through the back door."
Ron sighed, and under the envious or jealous eyes of Tzeentch believers, he led the ever-changing healer into the passage.
Along the way.
Balu was like a tour guide, explaining vividly and serving these two distinguished guests of the Lord of Changes as well as possible.
He told the Savior that pilgrims must pass through nine golden arches to reach the library.
The mouth on each door will tell one of Tzeentch's nine hundred and ninety-nine riddles. Only if the answer is correct can you enter the next door.
Otherwise it will be blocked.
In front of the first golden door.
"What is this guy talking about?"
Ron saw the huge human face on the door, which slowly spoke a complex riddle, which contained extremely profound knowledge.
Anyway, he didn't understand a word.
Zaraphiston, the Thousand Sons Great Wizard of the Black Legion, and several other intelligent beings were meditating hard in front of the gate, eager to enter the gate.
That is the gift of the Lord of change.
"How dare a stupid guy come to challenge this golden portal of wisdom?"
He heard the sound and turned around trying to laugh.
However, when the great wizard saw Ron, he was immediately shocked: "Savior... Chaos Predator, why are you here?!"
This guy who plundered the Black Legion's station could even recognize him even when he turned into ashes!
(End of chapter)