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In general, researchers believe that the evil gods in the subspace, the most powerful beings in the universe, do not have a specific "goal". They are a distorted mind that originates from the source of biological emotion. In the case of the Blood God Terror, the Lord of War does not want to achieve a specific goal, such as the destruction of all of humanity, or something else that is unmistakable. The only thing it demands from believers is strife, war, destruction...... Rather than attaining supreme authority and power, the true believers of the Sadist are dragging the entire galaxy into endless war, watching every star sink into an eternal burning flame, chaos, strife, emptiness...... This is the ultimate in self-destructive tendencies. Whichever of the four evil gods is the result of their quest for complete emptiness, ruin, and meaninglessness. This is also the reason why it is listed as an evil god.

Tzeentch, once known as the strongest of the Four Pillars of Evil Gods, the Lord of All Changes, the God of Change, is regarded as the master of evil wisdom, cunning, and sorcery. It once held all the sorcery in the entire universe until the rest of the evil gods were too afraid to defeat it, and in order to protect itself, Tzeentch had to break his crystal containing infinite sorcery into countless pieces and throw it into the universe.

Some people believe that this evil god who controls an infinite fate is the most dangerous of the four pillar evil gods. The fate of the entire universe is encapsulated in its "grand plan", but few people know that the true face of Tzeentch's "grand plan" is nothingness. It's just a vast web of endless intrigues and tricks that sweeps all intelligent life into it. This loom of fate will go on forever, like a spinning top that turns eternally. Or the intricate and endless set of gears, squeezing all the good things in this world into tasteless residues.

Pol couldn't remember how long he had served Tzeentch, the wizard lord of the School of Foresight and the proudest and most powerful of the sons of a thousand sores. They did not admit that they fell to their knees at Tzeentch's feet. They claim to be seekers and preservationists of knowledge, and in order to obtain it. They are not afraid to use the most violent means. And the greatest proof of their pride is the famous "Scarlet Letter of Ahriman", the spell that destroyed the minds of most of the scholars of the Legion of the Children of a Thousand Wounds.

Since those who fall into chaos will inevitably be transformed and alienated by the forces of chaos, the second person of the Children of a Thousand Wounds, the chief think tank of this knowledge-worthy legion, Arimman, the strongest psyker other than the cyclops Magnus, tries to help the legion resist the polluting mutation of the forces of chaos. Ahriman invented a powerful spell, but their omniscient master was not so easy to fool, and the spell made a fatal mistake, and most of the Sons of a Thousand Sons scholars lost their minds. It has become a power armor that can move according to orders, and the interior is empty, just a walking corpse-like Space Marine Armor Warrior.

There are only a handful of surviving Sons of a Thousand Sores wizards, but each one of them is extremely powerful, and Pol is one of them. After the great mistake of Ahriman was expelled from the legion by the genetic protogenone Magnus, the archsorcerer embarked on a crazy path to understand the nature of Tzeentch and knowledge, and among all the treasure troves of knowledge, the "black library" hidden in the depths of the subspace network of the Elves is a holy place that the wise men of the universe dream of. This library records the mysteries of the demons of the subspace and stores the truth of the destruction of the Spirit Race. and a starry list of demonic names and traitorous legions.

The positions may be different, but all wizards and wise men dream of the knowledge of the legendary Black Library. That's true of Ahriman, and so is Bol. Only a handful of people in history have been able to enter the Black Library and get out of it. Pol didn't believe in Destiny, and he read through countless data and materials. Trying to find the mystery within.

The subspace network channel is a precious gift left by the ancient saints of the ancient race to today's intelligent race, and it is a safe passage in the subspace. The mysteries of the Black Library are kept in the depths of the Channel as a top secret by the Spirit Clan, who have inherited the legacy of the Net. Followers of the God of Laughter, the only remaining deity of the Spirit Race, the troupe of the "Harlequin" travels through the worlds through the Internet. Guarding the knowledge in the black library.

Out of extreme luck, perhaps there is also the intervention of the Lord of Change. Pol meets a small troupe on a long interstellar trip. Pol used his sorcery to destroy the troupe and capture the troupe leader and the one-horned troupe inside.

Chaos wizards don't need to be tortured. He calmly pulled out the memories of the two high-ranking members of the Spirit Clan. The harlequins were rigorously trained to close their brains so as not to reveal the mysteries of the Black Library, and Pol was given only an abandoned portal to a network node, located in the mountains of a deserted planet.

Pol is an extremely patient man, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the human empire, he carefully infiltrated this planet, polluting the mind of the missionary bishop, in the course of more than twenty years, he not only lurked on this planet to hone his skills, but also absorbed a lot of humans with psionic potential from the indigenous kingdom here as his own servant army, these poor creatures were taught a superficial chaotic power, most of the time, they are just the energy pool and buffer of Pol's spell, Perhaps only the best and luckiest of them can truly become a member of the demons.

Guessed that the people of the empire would find out about this place sooner or later, but they didn't expect it to come so quickly......

Pol recited a spell, and his massive body instantly disintegrated into countless particles of light, which then appeared in the chamber in the Black Tower. The vulture-like half-human beast had long since lost its human form, and the wizard transformed by the laws of chaos had become as powerful and monstrous as a demonic beast.

With his scaly and knotted claws, he grabbed a "harlequin's kiss", the trophy of his attack. The unicorn almost won, the high-speed monomolecular thread fired from the elegant slender pistol nearly shredding itself, but the Wu Yan that shot it himself crushed its body first.

In the other claw was a short staff, and the large topaz at the top of the staff contained the desperate and powerful soul. The tough unicorn that still survived after he extracted his memories, such a soul strength that even Pol had never encountered. He cherished this soul in his own cage, absorbing his strength little by little.

Another tremor came. Pol cursed, and he turned around. Spatial jump again, instantly appeared in front of the two intruders.

In this second. Pol took a closer look at the two intruders with his modified nerve reflex speed.

Very strong.

Pol had to admit that the long-haired woman in the middle of the group had such a shining aura in her heart that there were no more than five of them in the entire Sons of a Thousand Sores. This large, strong, yet rotten and fat heart ripples, his first reaction was that this woman was the messenger of Nurgle.

And the other woman with short hair...... The body smells of the same kind. Pol grinned at his massive mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp, pin-like yellowed teeth, each of which was covered with threads. The aura on the other party's body is very strange, like spiritual energy. But there was a strange difference, and it was perhaps a new branch of sorcery that he hadn't been exposed to before.

New knowledge.

In the slow speed of time, Pol flicked his claws, and a green flame of witchfire shot at the short-haired woman, before disappearing from the outer shield.

The attack was like a signal, and the psionic creatures entrenched in the air launched a furious attack on Bol, and these ferocious psionic creatures rolled up a storm in the air, and the force squeezed towards Bol like a tide. The Wizard Lord stretched out a giant claw and pinched one of the dragon-like psionic beasts. A huge amount of power gathered at its fingertips, crumpling the demon into pieces.

"Interference."

Lu Mengyao took a step forward, her high-heeled leather boots made a crisp sound on the stone slab, and she raised the long-handled staff in her hand. Smashed at Bol like a giant hammer.

The slender palm wearing the ring waved the staff and smashed it on the vulture-like giant face, and the magician blessed by brute force and props had a huge power that could rival that of the space marines in a short period of time, and the energy field spread out by the power core shattered half of the wizard's face. The spurted flesh turned into black smoke and dissipated. The power field generator of the bishop's power scepter was disassembled by the two of them and assembled onto Lu Mengyao's staff.

Bol was knocked back a few steps by the blow, but he immediately roared and strode forward. There was a loud thud in the bird's throat, and the chaotic aura caused the shield around the magician to disappear. Then a tangled tangled thread of invisible silk swooped down towards the magician. The coat of arms on the heel of Lu Mengyao's boots lit up lightly, and the teleportation shifted three steps away, but the ring finger and little finger of her right hand had been twisted into pieces.

The magician pale, but she completed the spell anyway. Her shattered limbs exploded instantly, and the fragments of flesh and bone turned into a cursed energy and swooped down on Bol. The latter was about to activate the flash, only to find that the long-haired woman's psionic energy had entangled it. The semi-substantial white mollusc had swallowed it into its belly, and the sticky, cold, fishy smell made him feel a little frightened.

The blood-colored curse struck Bol, and the power of the blood curse instantly pierced the wizard's chest. There was no blood spilled, only foul chaotic energy.

From the outside world, the middle of the Black Tower suddenly exploded after a moment of silence, an extraordinary force still holding the upper part of the tower in the air, while the broken masonry froze in midair, presenting a scene that was erupting but was abruptly stopped.

The power of the power gathered like a whirlpool, and the slaves who were being raised felt that their master was extracting their souls with the power of the contract. A small number of people have been unable to bear the backlash and have fallen on the spot, but many more have begun to chant filthy and depraved blasphemy, fanatically worshipping the omnipotent sorcerer who lives at the top of the tower.

After about ten seconds, a giant bird-like figure was blasted out of the Black Tower.

Hundreds of dark blue missiles chased the giant bird and shot out, and the Chaos Wizard let out a long roar, and the swirling atmosphere sucked him into a spatial singularity and disappeared without a trace.

The missile storm lost its target, and the numerous ballistic trajectories collided in the air in a daze, annihilating each other.

In the next second, the surface of the Black Tower suddenly appeared with countless runes, these spells seemed to be embedded in stone, and their light made the entire tower a cloudy crystal-like material. A translucent ball of light enveloped the middle of the Black Tower, enveloping the two adventurers.

"Super Resonance." Sadako Yamamura raised her head and folded her hands on her chest. The fox monsters hovering around her all raised their heads and slammed into her, and then a huge white animal illusion appeared. The milky white beast resembled a mollusk wrapped in scales, vaguely reaching out its tentacles towards the circle of magic that enveloped them.

"It's a field...... Enchantment ...... Lost lock...... Or something like that. Call it anything. Continuous energy release, dispelling and lysis may not be of any use to it. ”

Lu Mengyao put on her glasses and read the spells around her. By stripping away the knowledge of the fallen bishop, she could read some of the scripts. Coupled with the determination of the flow of energy, it is possible to guess the usefulness of this thing.

"The effect is...... Similar to a law of imprison effect. ”

The magician smacked his lips loudly, if it was Su Jing in this kind of place, he would definitely be happy. The mana circle continued to glow, and the space inside the tower seemed to expand a little, and groups of cultists and subspace beasts passed through the spatial gate and came to their side, roaming around with bad intentions.

"Plan Five." The magician unfastened his cloak, "Miss Sadako, you are super-metamorphosed into an eye demon. With an anti-magic field. ”

"But there's no magic net here, so the anti-magic field shouldn't work......"

[This is the prison I use to hold the strong, you foolish fellows, you rashly break into my tower...... You can't get out of here. Because you can come out of this field...... There can only be one person! 】

Pol's voice echoed gloomily through the tower.

[I threw countless challengers into this prison and watched these former comrades-in-arms kill each other...... Watch their moral masks being peeled off little by little...... Tsk, that's really pleasing to the eye...... Come, fight each other, and get down on your knees before me! 】

"............" The magician wiped his lenses and carefully looked at the circle on the wall for a while, carefully recognizing the effect on it, "...... What he said...... It's true. ”

The power flowing on the walls doesn't come from a fallen wizard like a giant bird. This cycle of mana comes from the Black Tower itself, and this Black Tower ......

"The power that comes from Tzeentch himself. It can be said to be a fragment of gold-level strength...... Or a low-dimensional projection. All teleportation spells have been banned. Lu Mengyao slammed the bottom of her staff on the ground, and the high-frequency sound wave spread around her as the center of the circle, shaking all the servant mages and subspace evil beasts that the demon sent in to pieces.

The power of the flesh was quantified as strands of red energy sucked away by the magic circle, and the magician secretly calculated the flow of energy, and was unhappy to find that this energy was being used to strengthen the prison cage.

[This is the craft of the great Lord of All Changes, the god of fate will never give people complete despair. Even the strongest realm will give you a way to escape...... And I'm responsible for telling you that the solution is ...... Killing each other, killing only the most cunning and powerful man at the back of the closest, standing on top of the corpse, the king who stood on top of the corpse, took the blood-stained scepter...... Sing the song of disorder. 】

Lu Mengyao turned her head, and Sadako Yamamura was looking at her a little nervously. The magician's eyes were calm and gloomy, and she turned the black ring in her hand and pulled out an energy bar.

"Two-way barrier, don't worry, let's take a rest." (To be continued......)

PS: The day before yesterday, I finished drawing a drawing...... The last time it was completed at 4 a.m....... Then slept all day......