Chapter 93 Morse and Morse
Morse always felt that the current situation seemed familiar.
This is not to say that he has ever stepped into the secret realm of the Umpertian Sky, but that he once again broke into the territory of the Chaos Gods alone for the sake of a certain unlucky son of the emperor, preparing to make a big fuss there. One pass, attack the realm of the gods to save an urgent need on a certain planet.
It was obviously too late to blame the Emperor now. He could only secretly hope that this kind of thing would not happen a third time.
He stepped into the crystal path, and the misty transparent plane extended from his feet into countless corridors that were randomly dissolving and blending. Countless specious objects were like creations of multiple unique art schools, and silver clocks were like soft The butter melts in the passage of the maze, and the dazzling colors are freely distributed to a row of nine figures with the same outline. The crystal-like statue rotates against the passage at the end of the sky, and the graceful singing sounds come from the silent mist. It comes from every shimmer reflected by the water droplets.
If you carefully observe the unknown substances that make up the crystal maze, more mysterious images will be vividly transformed in the most abstract form in the reflection of the crystal. It is not difficult to imagine how the limited minds of mortals will be lost in this infinite information, and How will the mind of the self-proclaimed wise man arrogantly die at the end of the corridor.
Unlike Paradise, the Raven Lord and his servants seldom appear in the labyrinth. This crystal palace composed of infinite corridors itself is the best defense against witchcraft. If you want to find the end of the path, you must observe the corridor itself like the catalog of a book, immerse yourself in the depths of the endlessly changing broken dreams created by the unconscious mind of the tampering sky, and find it like walking out of the fragments of One Thousand and One Nights. The hidden door and the true path in the passage.
Morse drew the blade from the void. He had no interest in being lost in a maze for decades.
As a type of psyker who rarely participates in close combat, a long sword in Morse's hands is often more of a ritual tool symbolizing identity and status, but when paying attention to The ritual nature is greater than the actual subspace, which is the best way to deal with evil spirits.
The runes on the long sword flashed, and the golden fire was instantly ignited, but the moment before the blade penetrated the crystal wall, an identical sword blocked his attack.
Lines unfolded from the intersection of the sword and the sword. The lines were combined into surfaces, and the surfaces were combined into multi-dimensional bodies. Finally, Morse saw a man slightly shorter and older than him, with a familiar appearance and half-length curly hair. Almost half silver-white, covered in ancient robes.
He is not absolutely similar to him, but it is these differences that emphasize the homology between the two.
Morse paused for a moment, waiting for the other party to speak. There was something cold and arrogant about the silver-haired man, and his impatience mirrored Morse's.
“Don’t destroy my path,” he said.
"Your path?" Morse put away his sword and arranged the scarf around the neck of his real body that reappeared after entering the maze. "There are about thousands of paths here, some of which are visible to the naked eye. "It's lame," he pointed to the path covered with long knives reflected in the wall, "I can't explain some of the paths, but in short you can take another path."
"That's not what I need." When Morse was too lazy to observe the other party, the other party only glanced at him and looked away. He is not someone who would be curious about his other self. "I came here to see Tzeentch. This is the road leading to the Nine Gates."
"Tzeentch." Morse chewed on the strange-sounding name, "Look for it. What to do? Both me and it know that I am here to cause trouble for it and cause some harmless damage, so I don’t mind telling you.”
The other person made a mocking laugh from his nose. You'll find very little. Look at one of these roads, any one. Then look around, then look at the one you just stared at."
< br>Morse did not do so. "That way can't be found," he replied contemptuously.
“The roads here are infinite, so each road will only appear once,” the other party said, “Each road is not the first or the last, and any number can be accommodated in an infinite series. , we happen to come to the same point of space and time through this infinity.” “I don’t have the patience to discuss the infinity of time and space.”
"I have," said the other, to Morse's surprise. "You are very rare in this labyrinth. When I met countless times those primarchs, those immortals, and even those mortals, the so-called nuns, and those dressed like soldiers from the two wars tens of thousands of years ago. Army Green Mortal, I've hardly met you, the comparison between infinity exists equally, doesn't it?"
"I made you curious," said Morse. "It seems you won't let me split this wall freely, so you can talk to me about a lot of nonsense you've been holding back for who knows how long."
"I don't mind ignoring you. Negative emotions." He said, "I think you know, these things are the echoes of emotional ripples in the subspace - don't tell me you don't even know these basics, but I have been confused about a problem since a long time ago. Ripples are obviously born based on a specific emotional material, so does the personification they show prove that they are not pure emotional materials themselves, but a living consciousness that is parasitic or attached to the relevant material, and can be completely erased or Reorganization..."
"Stop, which damn planet did you spend your fifteen to thirty thousand years on?"
"Prospero, I stayed until more than twenty thousand years."
"Then it is understandable. The academic discussion of the nature of the Chaos God ends here, you might as well tell me about the labyrinth itself."< br>
He stared at Morse for a moment, then let out a chuckle from his raised lips.
“We all know the myth of Ancient Terra very well,” he said. “A hero never faces death. A grand trial, which is the essence of all realms of chaos.”
< br>"I agree with you on this point. After all, Elysium didn't kill me," Morse smiled, "although I think it's because it couldn't catch me."
"This is the Crystal Maze." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter how you choose the path. I want to go from here because I just determined that this leads to the nine doors. The trial of Tzeentch is a mass for everyone. Tailor-made mess, you can find the end point by walking around. The nine golden arches are equivalent to nine sphinxes. "
"I am better at asking questions than answering them." Moore. Si said.
“A difficult problem that is easy to calculate is not the same as a difficult problem that is easy to prove? Let’s not discuss the non-deterministic polynomial problem.”
“Good idea, I happen to not have one in these tens of thousands of years I have deduced whether the solution to the regular variation problem must be analytical or consistent with the axioms of arithmetic."
"Nios just let him solve the damn twenty-odd problems by himself," he said, "I. I believe you know enough about this place.”
"And I believe that you are fascinated by this infinite space and time," Morse said. "A homeless wretch must end up like this, which is you. But in the end, you just want to Tell me, to rely on brute force to destroy an infinite space, the power required is also infinite, right? This is not a chess game with certain death. The exit does exist."
"You finally understand me. I mean." The silver-haired man smiled meanly, "So go your way and we won't see you again."
(End of this chapter)