Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"I'm very sorry..."

Rokasna, who had blue-gold feathers all over his body, knelt tremblingly in the crystal maze. He felt deeply remorseful for his incompetence.

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" came Tzeentch's nonchalant voice, and he looked up at the Web of Destiny.

Rokas shook even more violently. To him, this was a symbol that Tzeentch was about to abandon his chess piece.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't collect your debt for you... I will go to the realm of the Blood God to lead you to death..."

After kowtowing nine times in despair, Rocasna turned and left. When he reached the stairs, he found Carlos reaching out to stop him.

Carlos looked miserable. His body was covered with pale scars left by the Gray Knights' psychic weapons. His chest was opened, and his beating heart was carved with sacred words of praise for the Emperor and curses of contempt for the demons.

Carlos's job has been very difficult lately...

"Ahem..." Carlos coughed twice, and with difficulty he spit out a consecrated power sword from one of his heads, "They are just a bunch of barbarians."

"Yes, they are just a group of barbarians..." Luokasna was convinced.

However, Carlos's attitude also made Rocasna very excited. He knew that Carlos could foresee the future and know the past. If he stopped him, he would explain that he was still alive in the future scene.

"Principal...there's something really wrong with that thing. He...he's too evil..."

"Ah."

"He's getting better and better now. He couldn't even touch me before..."

"very good."

Rokasna couldn't guess Tzeentch's intention, so he shut his mouth and listened to the order with Carlos.

"Of course you don't need to worry about that damn thing. You just need to listen to me and do what you should do. This time it's not a small win, but a big win. It's a big win."

Could the principal be ill? Luokasna thought rather disrespectfully.

"Come meet your new colleagues." Tzeentch pushed a person out of the shadows. Rokasna's eyes widened and he almost screamed.

It was Victor who chose to self-destruct on the Ark. He paid tribute to Tzeentch and walked towards the two demons to say hello.

"He...he...he is not the chosen one of the Black Muse..." Rokasna was already shocked and could not speak out. Tzeentch chuckled, mocking the ignorance of his men.

"The Black Muse is a god? Stop talking nonsense. The Black Muse is just a group of inferior Eldar idols. How can they be considered gods! The Eldar have lost all their history and worship these deformed things, hahaha !The Black Muse is me, I am the Black Muse.”

"I thought the great demon of Tzeentch should be more calm and calm." Victor, who was entangled in shadows, stood beside Rokasna, with a joking smile on his face.

"Slaanesh...you need to pay the price for your betrayal..." Tzeentch touched the dice and promoted the new plan.

"Everything is ready, all it takes is time."

"Let those from the Dark Mechanicus come to me, and I will hand them over to them the truth about Omnisea..."

......

Using the burning planet as a tabletop, the Deceiver passed the time by toying with the Dark Angels' warship, shaking the dice and causing the ship's engines to self-destruct.

Amalaga, who had one hand left, looked at the Deceiver and asked the Deceiver after absorbing the distant history in shock.

"I don't understand...if that thing is really as evil as you say, why do you still want to stimulate him like this?"

Without directly answering Amalaga's question, the Deceiver said, "Do you know what the C'tan's most powerful weapon is?"

Conceptual power? Can you mobilize unparalleled huge energy by raising your hand? Immortal and eternal life?

Looking at the moving eyes on Amaraga's hands, the Deceiver knew that he had not gotten the right answer. He pointed his finger to his head and whispered a word.

"idea."

"idea?"

"Hahaha... Having a weapon is not important, knowing how to use the weapon is the key. If I have a bomb in my hand, but I only know how to throw and smash the bomb like a stone, then what use can the bomb be? "

"It's like controlling water. An ignorant barbarian will only use this ability to create tsunamis and heavy rains, causing people to die from suffocation."

"But scientists who study the nature of the world will think more. They will control water, then control hydrogen and oxygen elements, control all substances containing hydrogen and oxygen elements and isotopes, and then control the sun and most life... "

"But if you don't know these, don't think about these, you won't even be able to have these thoughts. Controlling water is just controlling water." Amaraja said.

"That's why our slaves were well prepared in the uprising. The first thing they deprived of their thoughts was the Void Dragon. The master who had all the control over technology became a stupid clockwork toy, running according to rules and contracts. I can only rely on the remaining partial memories to show my power. I long for the birth of ideas, and I am willing to give anything in order for me to have ideas again."

"Even if the subject awakens..." Amaraja asked.

"Even if the subject is awakened," the deceiver replied.

"So the universe today..."

"Ideologically castrated by the Necrontyr, and materially restricted by the Necrontyr, in order to kill us conceptually, they used powerful technologies that you can't imagine. These powerful technologies act on them and everyone else without distinction. , operates on the most basic physical rules... Once the subject awakens, his thoughts will affect the physical rules, thereby causing the technology that limits us to fall apart."

"The collapse of physical rules will bring the entire universe to an end...all life except the subject will perish by then." Amaraga said excitedly without any fear.

The Deceiver chuckled with his chin propped up, and he licked his lips.

"Since you know so much, you have to do me a small favor. This is the price of knowledge."

Taking out a piece of flesh and blood that was gradually dissipating, it goes without saying what the fraudster's intentions were. Amalaga's hand silently looked at the flesh and blood of hatred, and took out the mantra 'Attachment'.

"Attachment."

The unclear imitation was completely incomparable with the accurate pronunciation created by the Silent King. Amalaga's thoughts were washed away by the thirst for flesh and blood. When his consciousness was about to be torn apart by flesh and blood, the Deceiver's dice destroyed his consciousness. Rescued.

Lifting the flesh of hatred, the Deceiver unleashed the Dark Angels' strike fleet from the labyrinth.

The Deceiver disappeared in the magnificent light of the stars and appeared in the lightless land beyond the Milky Way. He left Amalaga here and told him to escape to the Grand Canteen Galaxy.

Looking at the fraudster running away as fast as for his life, Amalaga felt fear. His scent was attracting an existence beyond the records to come closer.

Never look back! If you look back, you will experience an ending more terrifying than death!

In the mad words, Amaraga began his escape journey.

The Star God is eating (the Star God Fragments did mention the idea of ​​thoughts. Theoretically, as long as they think of it, there is nothing they can't do. It is also considered a subjective matter.