Warhammer: Start with a dog

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 warp and weft of fate, the number of rapidly rising possibilities has reached a maximum value, almost touching the Nine of Infinity .

So, there is only a layer of window paper between this subspace and reality.

There is a god whose power naturally begins to become immensely 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 alternative list, but it was rejected very early - You know, compromises, ambiguities, political exchanges, and then going to war to resolve all bank loans are what he thinks a qualified emperor should do. 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 indescribable and immeasurable essence of the Lord of Magic and Change - or essence, or Atman, or sum, ousia, etc. A title given by ancient philosophers to something increased by its intensification, approximation, or sheer 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 known as the most powerful God of Darkness; there are even some rumors circulating from unknown sources, in order to maintain the endlessness of subspace. Chaos and change did not turn it into a boring master's victory. It was the Lord of Change who broke his own artifact staff with his own hands, which restored the four gods to a state of dynamic balance today.

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 sneaky exchange, siphoning off wages, and desperate illiterate Russian roulette are unlikely to be repeated. Most 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 the price he paid for success will make the recognizable body that Kadu Er Malcador has now condensed a little bit. Precarious.

In short, what the Lord of Change represents is doomed. No matter how many layers of skins you put on various things like spells, witchcraft, magic, Taoism, alchemy, and systems in this damn universe, and " Anyone who has anything to do with "knowledge" will definitely be disconnected from the Lord of Changes, except for manufacturers like Malcador who are very aware of their own power now. In addition to the fact that there are no middlemen and can be used with confidence, other related powers and technologies should be labeled "Beware of the Crystal Maze Pig Killing Plate" and be used with care using gloves - an extreme example of this is the empire's purification of certain archaeological sites. The time for acquiring new equipment machine souls can be extended to centuries before they are put into actual use.

However, this place is neither the territory of the Human Empire, nor is there any ordinary human being around it, and no human eyes can penetrate the Eye of Terror and the inner subspace hurricane tide to see the situation here.

There is no need to worry about 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 can snatch Titan, known as "Titan" from its orbit and hide it in space and time. With such great achievements in the cracks, almost no one knows the scenes where he actually used 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 Commorragh and the Webway must have overflowed, so now the Haemonculi, Pirates, Archons, Cabal, and Daemons will all arrive on the battlefield in three breaths, and they will all arrive at each other. I still don’t know about the existence of the other party. When I think about this, I want to chant a poem about it... Oh, I also killed a few Dark Eldar and other things that were really hard for me to look at. The problem Not big, 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 briefing report on the extra actions for that.

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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'll like my next plan.

An energy wave 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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The third breath, let's let it go.

Malcador pulled his thoughts out of the mind that communicated faster than light, and then simply and roughly kicked away the prophets headed by Eldrad and Iyanna, and Efreni and her in his mind. The defenses built up on the soul walls of his right-hand lieutenant, "Thousand Faces" Visage and others, projected psychic whispers into the minds of the aliens that were similar but completely different from humans when their faces were distorted in horror. among.

"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 lift your head and open your eyes until I give you permission!"

Of course, someone dared to reply with a curse in Eldar language to this rude old monkey, and then the brave man took a psychic shock that hit his stomach and was knocked back to the back of the line - although this shock incidentally knocked this person back. The Pink Horrors surrounding him were also shattered into ashes, but this rude pointed-eared man lay on the ground and vomited for a long time, unable to get up.

"You won't be so lucky next time."

Before the Eldar's companions could angrily fight back, the terrifying spiritual pressure from the "human" in front of him left them speechless.

The Eldar were created with physiques and spiritual affinities that were completely different from humans. Therefore, they were able to feel the danger of destruction surging under the seemingly ordinary green robes of the old man in front of them a thousand times better than humans. The horror that came out of his body - the flow of time within the entire ruins of the museum and palace was forced to infinitely close to stagnant due to his power.

Eldrad Uslan and Ifreni changed their minds 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 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 a high wall erected by a tsunami, like a falling sky, the earth opens its mouth to swallow up all life and secrets.

In all directions, with 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 gasping sound of the Haemonculi army, the slight clash of weapons of the Archon Cabal, and the sound of the weapon chains of Kane's hounds and Bloodletters could be heard. , the ecstatic moaning and dancing of Slaanesh dancers and Keepers of Secrets, the rustling of feathers of Tzeentch wizards and Horrors, and the blue-purple magic fire brought by demons illuminated The faces of each Eldar made them look strange and pale. Some who were too close could not help but raise their weapons. The weapons twisted and changed back and forth between metal, flesh, plants and dust. If Malcador hadn't told them to close their eyes, just witnessing this scene would be enough to turn those with weak minds into unconscious pieces of tentacled flesh on the spot.

The next second, natural light begins to leak from overhead. 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 made up 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 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 was too powerful for her. Let’s talk. "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 had returned to his previous appearance, exactly the same as what they had just seen. A ball of orchid living storm flames danced in his palm, and countless souls of the spirit clan shouted in it, "It was true just now I borrowed your Sword of Sorrow and 'His' power, but I will still keep it with you until it finds its own destination."

The orchid living flame rushed towards Efreni and 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 But they seemed to have suffered a huge mental shock, and they were all a little depressed.

"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 wants to wake Him up." Malcador didn't want to reveal too much about the aliens. If he didn't have to take specific people and horses along a specific route to weave the tapestry of destiny, he would drive the Mechanical Ark himself. Wouldn't it be nice for Fang Fang to walk into the Hera Fortress? I also have to play charades with Pointy Ears every day to find out the loopholes 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, do you?"

"But I can feel that this is the second 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 brand new Incarnate, guide us, help us, every time it is about to appear, you will begin to extract these powers, making it impossible to form! "

"Didn't I guide you and help you? I personally think that the content of my prophecies is more straightforward and clear than those of you who speak least riddles. And in the battle just now, I have put the vast majority of your predictions in front of you. The enemy was wiped out in one fell swoop, which relieved the Death Army from worries for a long time, right? Lelith’s good opponent, the thorn in Victor’s side, Miss Everenne, the succubus of the Arena of Commorragh.”

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 didn't understand was that no matter what, Malcador, who was born as a human, didn't want Ada to be born soon, so she could understand the devouring power, but why could he intercept, return and use Ina so smoothly? The power of virtue...?

"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 it should be nearby." Malcador walked towards a place where more and more dead soul stones were piled up. 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! That 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 fellow Death Army members cheer.

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.