Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

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 Umperder 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 and 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 the creations of multiple unique art schools. Silver clocks were like soft butter melting in the labyrinth. In the passage, a variety of dazzling colors are freely assigned to a row of nine portraits with the same outline. The crystal-like statues rotate against the passage at the end of the sky, and the graceful singing is reflected from every drop of silent mist. came out in the faint light.

If you carefully observe the unknown substances that make up the crystal labyrinth, more mysterious images will be vividly transformed in the reflection of the crystal in the most abstract form. 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. The crystal palace itself, which is composed of infinite corridors, 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 endless changes of 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 in Asia, which pays more attention to ritual than practicality, In space, this is the best way to deal with evil spirits.

The runes on the long sword flickered, and the golden flame ignited instantly, but the moment before the sword 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, yet it is these differences that emphasize the homology between the two.

Morse paused for a moment, waiting for the other person 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 adjusted the scarf around the neck of the real body that reappeared after entering the maze. "There are about thousands of paths here, and some paths are visibly bad," he pointed out. Pointing to the path covered with long knives reflected in the wall, he said, "I can't explain some paths clearly, but in short you can take other paths.

"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 that leads to the Nine Gates."

"Tzeentch." Morse chewed on the strange-sounding name, "What are you doing with it? Both it and I know that I'm here to cause trouble for it and cause some harmless damage, so I don't mind telling you. "

Another person let out a sarcastic sneer from his nose: "Then you find very little. Look at these roads, stare at one of them, any one. Then look around, and then look around again. The one you were staring at just now."

Morse did not comply. "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. "Every road is not the first or the last. An infinite series can accommodate any number. We happened to pass this Infinity comes to the same point in space and time."

"I don't have the patience to discuss the infinity of time and space."

"I have," said another, 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 have hardly met you, the comparison between infinity also exists, isn’t it?”

"I've got you curious," Morse said. "It seems that you won't let me split this wall freely, so you can talk to me about a lot of nonsense that you have been holding back for who knows how long."

"I don't mind ignoring your negative emotions," he said. "I think you know that these things are the echoes of emotional ripples in the warp - don't tell me you don't even know the basics. But I have been since a long time ago. I am a little confused about a question. These 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 thing that is parasitic or attached to the relevant material? Consciousness can be completely erased or reorganized..."

"Wait a minute, which damn planet did you spend your fifteen thousand to thirty thousand years on?"

"Prospero, I will stay until more than twenty thousand years."

"Then it's understandable. The academic discussion on the nature of the Chaos God ends here. Why don't you tell me about the labyrinth itself."

He stared at Morse for a moment, then a chuckle escaped his lifted lips.

"We all know the mythology of Ancient Terra very well," he said. "A hero never faces death. A grand trial, which is the essence of all realms of chaos."

"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. Custom-made mess, you can find the end point by walking around. The nine golden arches are equivalent to nine sphinxes.”

“I’m better at asking questions than answering them,” Morse said.

"A hard problem that is easy to calculate is not the same as a hard problem that is easy to prove? Let's not talk about the non-deterministic polynomial problem."

"Good idea. In the past tens of thousands of years, I happened to have never deduced whether the solution to the regular variation problem must be analytical or consistent with the axioms of arithmetic."

"Leave Neos's damn twenty-odd problems to be solved by himself," he said. "I believe you already know enough about this place."

"And I believe that you are fascinated by this infinite space and time," Morse said. "A homeless and unfortunate thing 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 requires infinite power, right? This is not a chess game that is doomed, and the exit does exist."

"You finally understand what I mean." The silver-haired man smiled meanly, "So go your way and we won't see each other again."