Chapter 571 Whose wings do you have again? -
At the core of the ruins of the Eldar Museum Palace on Belial 4, in this tangled whirlpool of countless rivers of time and space intertwined with the latitude and longitude of fate, the number of rapidly rising possibilities has reached a maximum. , almost touching the infinite nine.
So, there is only a layer of window paper between this subspace and reality.
One god's power naturally began to become extremely powerful.
When he felt something was about to come over their battlefield and overlooked their every move, Malcador's fingers holding the staff clenched subconsciously.
He used his powers a little deeper and found that they were strengthened from some unexplainable channels due to some mysterious metaphysical connections - although Malcador knew very well that the source of his current power transfer was related to this. The dark god of knowledge is theoretically not the same at all.
Although he does not want to have any interaction with the opponent at all now - the source of power that Perturabo found itself was not on his and the emperor's list of alternatives, but it was just very early on. It was rejected - you know, compromises, ambiguities, political exchanges, and then fighting to use war to solve all bank loans and so on are what he thinks a qualified emperor should do. Made. But judging from the current situation, since neither the Emperor nor the Empire can control or see him now, then Malcador will not refuse such external assistance, especially since it is indeed clean, reliable and easy to use. .
But just like quantum entanglement, his power from another source is still due to the nameless and immeasurable ontology of the Lord of Magic and Change - or Essence, or Atman, Or sum, ousia, etc., as the ancient philosophers once called it - increased because of its enhancement, proximity or pure expansion.
——This is the terrifying thing about the Lord of Changes and the Master of Designer of Destiny, and it is also the strength of the Lord of Darkness who was once called the most powerful God of Darkness; there are even some rumors circulating from unknown sources, In order to maintain the endless chaos and changes in the subspace instead of letting it become a boring victory of one master, it was the Lord of Change who broke his own artifact staff with his own hands, which allowed the four gods to return to the way they are now. state of dynamic equilibrium.
Although the other three great powers certainly have different opinions on this statement, this does not prevent it from still sounding decent.
If you don't even have this most basic cognitive alertness, you will sooner or later become a puppet in the hands of the Master of the Crystal Maze, consciously or unconsciously. ——Of course, it’s like what Perturabo played that no one would have thought of and couldn’t bear to expose. The concept of sneak exchange, siphoning off wages, and desperate illiterate Russian roulette are unlikely to be repeated. Ordinary people still don’t want to repeat this kind of thing. Go think about it. In fact, just thinking about how he succeeded and what price he paid for his success. This series of logic will make the recognizable body that Caldore Malcador has now condensed a little bit. Precarious.
In short, what the Lord of Changes represents is doomed, no matter how you put all kinds of spells, witchcraft, magic, Taoism, alchemy, systems and the like in this damn universe. No matter how many layers of skin are involved with "knowledge", they will definitely be disconnected from the Lord of Changes, except for factories like Malcador who are very aware of their own power now. In addition to the direct supply from home without middlemen, which can be used with confidence, other related forces and technologies should be labeled "Beware of the Crystal Maze Pig Killing Plate" and be used with care using gloves - some extreme examples in this regard are the Imperial Purification Some new equipment machine souls obtained through archaeology can last for centuries before they are put into actual use.
However, this is neither the territory of the Human Empire, nor is there any human being in the ordinary definition around it, and no human eyes can see through the Eye of Terror and the internal subspace hurricane tides. Condition.
There is no need to worry as much as in the human world - even if you can stay on the Golden Throne for a while, it will rain heavily on Mars, or you will pull Titan, known as "Titan" from orbit. For such a great achievement as taking away the whole thing and hiding it in the gap of time and space, almost no one knows about the actual use of his power. Everyone only knows that the Markbearer Malcador is powerful, but few people know how powerful he is, simply because he needs to be low-key in order to highlight the extraordinary achievements of the Emperor.
Now I no longer have such scruples.
Malcador thought.
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What are you going to do?
The shadow also folded its wings and hovered over his staff.
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Although it seems that some Eldar are missing, the difference seems to be, what about the enemies I told you were attracted here? -
The amount of relevant information I have put into Comoros and the Webway must have overflowed, so now the Haemonculi, Pirates, Archons, Cabal, and Demons will be there in three breaths They all arrived at the battlefield, and they didn’t know each other’s existence. When I think of this, I want to chant a poem about this... Oh, I also killed a few casually there, which is really hard for me to look at. The Dark Eldar and the like are not a big problem, right?
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...As long as you don't touch tricky threads like Victor, Malice, or Lyris, I don't want to write a status report on the additional actions for this.
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No. I just sneaked into Lailisi's arena compartment and took away a few warriors. Who let those pointed-eared aliens stand in the path of my sneaking?
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...Okay, you will like my next plan.
A wave of energy describing the scene of harvesting "crops" was sent to the shadow at the top of the staff.
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Great. I like it.
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Third breath, let's get on with it.
Malcador pulled his thoughts out of the mind that communicated faster than light, and then simply and roughly kicked away the prophets and prophets headed by Eldrad and Iyanna in his mind. The defenses built on the soul walls of Efreni and her right-hand lieutenant "Thousand Faces" Visage and others projected the psychic whispers into their bodies and humans when the aliens were horrified and distorted. In minds that are similar yet completely different.
"Ask your people not to look at anyone outside the curtain that is too obvious. And then don't look at me. - You don't want it yourself either." He emphasized again.
"Don't raise your head and open your eyes before I give you permission!"
Of course someone dared to return a curse in the Eldar language to this rude old monkey, and then the brave man took a shot of the spirit. After being knocked back to the front line with an impact that hit the stomach directly - although this impact incidentally shook the Pink Horrors surrounding this person into ashes, it also made this rude pointed-eared man lie on the ground and vomit. I couldn't get up for a long time.
“I won’t have such good luck next time.”
Before his companions from the Eldar fought back angrily, there was a moment of terrifying spiritual pressure from the “human” in front of him. Leave them speechless.
The Eldar were created with physiques and psychic affinities that are completely different from humans. Therefore, they can appreciate the seemingly ordinary green robes of the old man in front of them a thousand times better than humans. The horror of being about to break out of his body surged beneath him - the flow of time within the ruins of the entire museum and palace was forced to an infinite close to stasis because of his power.
Eldrad Uslan and Ifreni changed their expressions at the same time. In addition to sternly ordering their warriors to abide by the ban, they unanimously chose to impose more protective measures on their fellow tribesmen. The soul stone, the resonance of the soul, the brilliance of the runes and the whisper of the artifact simultaneously sounded in the ruins of the palace.
When the last breath of the third breath dissipated in the air full of the smell of decay in the old woman's world, the weak light in the sky was completely blocked.
The light was blocked by the overwhelming enemy.
Like the high wall raised by the tsunami, and like the sky falling, the earth opened its mouth to swallow up all life and secrets.
On all sides, nowhere to escape——
Then the Eldar who were the bravest or the most self-reliant and had to see the truth carefully opened their eyes just a slit and lowered their heads to look at the ground. shadow.
They only dared to look at the shadow. There are only shadows here.
For the first second, there was no light, and the terrifying and unique breathing sounds of the Haemonculi army, the slight clash of weapons of the Archon Cabal, Kane's hounds and bloodletting came to my ears. The sound of their weapon chains, the ecstatic moans and dances of Slaanesh dancers and Keepers of Secrets, the rustling of feathers of Tzeentch wizards and Horrors, the blue and purple demons brought by demons The fire illuminated the faces of each Eldar, making them look strange and pale. Some who were too close could not help but raise their weapons. The weapons twisted among metal, flesh, plants and dust. It changes back and forth in time. If Malcador hadn't told them to close their eyes, just witnessing this scene would be enough to turn people with weak minds into unconscious tentacled meat on the spot.
The second second, natural light began to leak from the top of the head. It was as if someone was using the power of gravity to forcefully twist the stars in front of them. All the seemingly endless movements that surrounded them just now turned into a second of panic, yelling, scolding, cursing, neighing, screaming and... roar. But the sound also disappeared piece by piece in order, as if it could be cut. As the sound disappeared, the shadow became smaller in size, but its edges began to shrink. A big demon cursed loudly and tried to shout out that name. A storm of orchid appeared from Malcador's fingertips and burned on his vocal cords. The demon screamed, and the last ashes of annihilation fell at everyone's feet.
In the third second, the shadow became smaller, more specific, and clearer, and all enemy movement disappeared. A satisfied burp sounded.
Some people seem to have caught a glimpse of colorful black feather tips from the corner of their eyes, but could such beautiful, delicate and unpredictable colors be composed of countless tiny compound eyes or scales? Not sure, because the unfortunate guy with the sharp eyes showed the others what would happen if they saw it: he began to twist and roll silently, half of his body turned inside out, and half of his body turned inside out. It began to turn into a thick black oily liquid, and seemed to have a trace of blood red reflection. His last breath Some of them began to experience the passage of time at an unusually high speed. As an Eldar whose theoretical causes of death would rarely include old age, he used himself to teach them a solid lesson: It turns out that as long as time passes long enough, they You can also see the aging appearance of an Eldar and the end of the corpse gradually decomposing into bones and gradually weathering into dust.
"That is... what on earth is that?!" Ifreni shouted, her fan, dagger and old woman's sword were still tightly grasped in her hands, but she almost collapsed, the spiritual pressure just now Too powerful for her. "Who are you?" She grabbed her weapon angrily, "I can feel it! I can feel it! What did you just take from me?!"
"It's nothing, don't worry. "The old man has returned to his previous appearance, exactly the same as what they just saw. A ball of orchid living storm flames danced in his palm, and countless souls of the spirit race shouted in it, "I really borrowed your sorrow just now. Of The sword and 'His' power, but until He finds his own destination, I will still keep Him with you."
The orchid living flame rushed towards Efreni. , integrated into her body without causing any harm. She felt that the souls that had been absorbed into her body and received the protection of the God of Death were still there, but they seemed to have suffered a huge mental shock. malaise.
"What do you mean?" The daughter of shadows widened her eyes, and her loyal guardian Visage still raised his sword even though it seemed very difficult, "What is storage?!"
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“ Eldrad just wanted to awaken Him. "Malcador didn't want to reveal too much about the aliens. If he didn't have to take specific people along a specific route to weave the tapestry of destiny, he would drive the Mechanical Ark generously. Wouldn't it be nice to have Fang walk into the Hera Fortress? I have to play charades with Pointy Ears every day and find out the mistakes in their fairy tales. "You just accepted the priestess who awakened His destiny. You don't think you can gain all His authority or become His incarnation?"
"But I can feel that this is the second This time, I am more sure than the last time! The power of death and soul I have absorbed has reached a certain level. The one I serve has promised to give us a new incarnation to guide us and help us. Every time it comes, When it is about to appear, you will begin to draw out these powers and let It always fails to take shape!”
“Didn’t I guide you and help you? I personally think that the content of my prophecy is more straightforward and clear than those of you who are the least cryptic. In the battle, I have wiped out most of your enemies in front of you, eliminating the worries of the Death Army for a long time, right? Lylith's good opponent, Victor's thorn in the side, the Succubus of Comorragh Arena. Miss Freni"
Efreni stared at him, and the Supreme Prophet intervened in the circle at the right time, "I have observed that things like blood and death in your destiny map have indeed reduced a lot. What he said is true."
"But the incarnation of death..." At this point, she suddenly choked, realizing that she couldn't just say that the "death" that kept bringing was the key to Yinkarn's appearance.
The subtle feeling of unhappiness and overstepping sent by the gods once again flooded into her heart.
But what she doesn’t understand is that no matter what, Malcador, who is born as a human, does not want Ada to be born soon, so she can understand the swallowing power, but why can he be so silky? Intercepting, returning and using the power of Enad...?
"Here." The old man's voice brought her thoughts back. A bright white-gold fire ignited in the shadow of the staff, pointing to a place under the ruins of the museum. The light caused a faint reflection on the dim soul stone surface under the dust on the road. The stones looked very different from the usual soul stones, and Ifreni knelt down and brushed the dust off their surfaces.
"These soul stones... they are 'dead'..."
"That's right. Just like that day... so they should be nearby." Malcador walked towards the pile of dead soul stones. A place that gets more and more. Soul stones without souls piled up like mountains, like colorful beverage bottles that had been drank up.
Efreni's heart was beating fast. She put her hand on the ground and felt what was underneath: it was a sword. This must be one of the five old woman's swords she was looking for. .
But she couldn't pull it out... Damn it! The old monkey took away part of her power...
An invisible palm covered her hand, and a slender and shining old woman's sword appeared in her hand.
She knew its name immediately, Veliszar, the Soul Sword. It is the largest and most powerful of all the Crone's Swords.
She heard her companions in the Death Army cheering.
But who helped her?
Efreni looked up in confusion, and seemed to only see a piece of black feathers that were gradually turning into fly ash as they fell.
(End of this chapter)