Carrick walked slowly through the shadows of the ruins, the human city that had been ravaged by chaos and Tyron was now nothing but meaningless ruins, not even corpses. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But this is the gateway to the end.

Carrick gripped the Slasher tightly in his hand as he scanned the surroundings through the monitor inside his helmet. Enemies can strike at any time, especially at this last critical moment.

But no, nothing.

"Are you getting a little nervous?" Ranger Aiden's voice rang out inside the helmet, "I've been watching outside for so many days, and I haven't seen anyone enter from the outside. ”

"But there are always accidents, and I hate accidents." Carrick replied, "Keep up your work, call me again if you have something." ”

The swarthy figure walked slowly from house to house, leaving not even the slightest pause in the ruins.

Suddenly, a soul-like chill hit Carrick's heart, and the chill was so piercing that even his mind could almost freeze.

But for Carrick, he was already on guard.

Carrick took a breath, and a warm current rushed from his chest to his brain, and an invisible shield enveloped Carrick's body, dispelling the chill - at least for now.

"Nightmare, be careful!" Aiden's voice rang out, "I see the shadow of ancient evil...... The enslavers are coming, I'm going to be silent, or they'll find me, and you should be careful. ”

Carrick nodded silently and slowly climbed to the top of a dilapidated house, hiding himself completely in the shadows under the window.

"Eliminate distractions from your mind." Carrick recalls his mentor's teaching: "Extinguish your emotions and trust them on the edge of the blade, and become a merciless blade." This is our way of being, the deadliest and most terrifying blade in the dark, pure weapon"

Carrick threw all of his heart into the Yin Yang Slayer who accompanied him on his countless battles.

"Forget yourself and use yourself as a blade," Carrick said, and then injected the final potion into his body.

For a moment, Carrick seemed to lose his intuition and perception, as if he had fallen into the darkness of the trial, which was deeper than the dark laboratory of the Blood Ladies in the depths of Comoro, completely pitch black, without a trace of light or other color, a void where perception and emotion were wiped out together.

Then, Carrick opened his eyes, and now he was no longer a living being, but a dead thing that still had his senses.

Only in this way can we barely escape the prying eyes of the enslavers.

Carrick remained in the shadows, and in his sight, a massive, silent army slowly approached and gradually entered the ruins.

This army serves only one will, an ancient evil will.

A monster floating like an octopus slowly drifted into the ruins, and then, in front of a corner of the ruins, raised one of its tentacles.

Even in this state, Carrick still felt a terrifying pulse of psionic energy slamming towards an invisible barrier, and the chaotic and cold psionic energy began to collide violently with the defense mechanism that existed in the barrier itself.

The invisible force continued to spark in the process of collision, the body of the enslaver began to flash red, and the invisible fluctuations swept through the army around the enslaver, the tank extinguished the fire, the demon engine gradually collapsed from the inside out, the soldiers fell to the ground, and the body of the Chaos Space Marines exploded into unsightly pieces.

And their power was absorbed and devoured by the enslavers, turning into more powerful and pure psionic pulses.

A crimson beam of light slammed into the barrier, and at the junction, the material world began to distort.

The barrier was almost overwhelmed, and cracks appeared in the air.

But everything stopped in the blink of an eye.

A flash of swords flashed, and then, the storm stopped.

The enslaver's body quickly dried up, blue liquid splattered all over the ground, and only the corpses and wreckage scattered around it testified to how powerful the creature had been.

Carrick stood his slasher, standing in silence.

"The first" whispered like from hell.

-- (Icy Forest) --

In the misty forest, on top of a dead ancient tree, a crow with snow-white feathers and blue eyes is really grooming its feathers.

Suddenly, it raised its head and stared closely out of the sky.

"Is this place already...... Luke muttered to himself, "Hey, you feel it, those enslavers' psionic signals." ”

There was no response, but Luke seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted.

"I know, the octopuses want something in the treasure trove, but we're not going to let them get it, are we?"

With that, Luke laughed as if he had told a ridiculous joke.

"What," Luke suddenly stopped, "you think I can't do it?" ”

Luke flapped his wings and shook off a few white feathers, "Of course I can't do it myself, it's all thanks to you." ”

The crow crossed over the branch to the trunk of the tree and quacked, "Don't say such useless words, we are all demons of the true God, without you there can be no me, we are just using each other." To be honest, I'm not sure what will happen this time, this little priest is too stubborn. He may be able to cooperate with other inferior creatures, but his hatred for us runs deep into his bones. ”

"Yes, he doesn't need to trust us, and it doesn't matter if he is hostile to us." Luke rose into the sky, and with his chirp, the forest suddenly shook violently, and then a dark blue line appeared on the ground, and then, an image.

It was a distorted shadow that formed a strange comma-like symbol, and in the center of the symbol, a blue dot was in the center of the symbol.

It is the symbol of Tzeentch, the symbol of the Lord of Change, the emblem of the King of Law and Know-How, the mark of the God of Deceit and Intrigues.

"Praise be to St. Tzeentch." "Our plan has taken another big step forward. ”

Tzeentch is the strangest of the Chaos Gods. His skin was covered with ever-shifting faces that squinted and mocked those who dared to look at them. When Tzeentch speaks, the faces repeat his words in nuanced tones and fool the listener with a note that casts doubt on the original words. Tzeentch's shrunken face comes from his unshaped torso, so that his head and body are one. Two swept horns danced above Tzeentch's burning eyes, and mysterious flames erupted from the swirling ends.