The path of flesh was still spreading, and at the same time, the indigo giant deformed pupils were taking in the terrifying scene.

Located at the top of the giant tower, in the crystal palace carved out by the power of the Supreme Heavenly Psionic Power, a terrifying spiritual energy fluctuation was rippling.

"She's finally here..."

In the shadows, the indigo beak is muttering blasphemous.

Apparently, it had been spying on Elaine for a long time.

The turmoil of the High Heavens, the monstrous sea of blood, the shattered corners of the brass fortress—these are the sights that Carlos the Weaver has watched in the river of fate, and the many webs that seem to be floating in the sky are gathering on the body of the scarlet giant in front of him.

There is no doubt that this burly female genetic prototype is an important existence that has set off storms in the 30th millennium of fate.

Through the many traces of flesh cast by her steady steps, Carlos was able to peek into the secrets of the past and the future—the gift of his former blessing in the Well of Eternity, and the proof that he was called the 'Life Weaver'.

"Oh, oh... What a great commitment, what a glorious dedication—the lamentation from the past is truly sad, her back carrying the responsibilities and shackles of the Eight Extremities, showing endless resistance to the Blood God at the cost of her arms and will... But in a mutilated body, he did the joy of a cruel oracle. ”

"But everything is in vain, change, change, endless change... The scroll that links the future has long since engraved her sacrifice on the cornerstone of the nascent empire, and as I expected, as he expected, the characters of the scroll of fate have already revealed the birth of ruin... And in the story of the fortieth millennium, there is no trace of her..."

The swaying phantom of the beak is grinning wildly, and two terrifying silhouettes like ghosts are spitting obscure and strange words independently of each other, one of the heads singing about the past of the Lord of the Red Sands like a bard, and the other lamenting the future of the Mother of War Dogs like a song.

Elderly, young children, male, female. A series of strange and jumble voices converged into the twisted murmur of Carlos the Weaver, the book of destiny held on its hideous claws changing characters and messages about the past and the future.

Needless to say, the will of the Lord of Change's will has permeated the realm - the presence of the most notorious demon in the constellation Tzeentch, Carlos the Weaver, symbolizes yet another terrible scheme that has spread across several galaxies.

"[Genogeno]... Is it? The creation of the Eternals, a poor imitation of that sad age. ”

With the cold and disdainful electronic voice suddenly sounded, Carlos's head representing the past suddenly looked back, revealing a strange smile.

"Ah~ Of course... Compared to the terrifying creations of the Age of Dark Technology, the technology used on her body is indeed not an unfathomable ancient relic... Perhaps, for you, the terrible creature... It's not enough. ”

Carlos stared at the direction of the electronic sound with pity, as if remembering something.

"Am I right? The Silent Mind Engine. ”

Ridicule, naughtiness, or plain sarcasm, any known malice converged in Carlos's words, as if mocking its existence was so pathetic.

"Compared to the [Gene Prototype] in your mouth, your existence is too advanced - so advanced that the humans of the Dark Technology Age have to destroy you, so that after awakening after dozens of millennia, they are still being destroyed by the current human empire with the most urgent attitude."

"Even though they don't know anything about you, the energy consumption of the Great Space-Time Stasis Field has reached its limit—and when this planet is completely destroyed, all your pride, soul, and faith will be completely gone, like most iron men of that era."

"And you are so cunning that you do not hesitate to sacrifice the souls of all your fellow races under your control, and sell the terrible computing power that surpasses any machine in the Human Empire, and also exchange it with my lord for the power to survive..."

"After all, you and the psykers who are playing with fire and setting themselves on fire... It's not much different. ”

As Carlos's chanting lamentations recounted the past that existed in front of him, a large, twisted mechanical eye suddenly appeared in the shadows, the image of which was not much different from the one on the top of the tower.

Needless to say, it is the former owner of this iron fortress, the Silent One's thought engine.

"Carlos ——!!"

With a hysterical roar, the Eye of the Machine burst into unparalleled waves of psionic energy, with terrifying power enough to crush any fortress.

Needless to say, 'sacrificing the souls of your kindred' is a sore spot for the Silencers.

The moment it was awakened by Tzeentch's human messenger Cyrene, it had already become one of the schemes of the Lord of Change, and the space-time fault storm caused by the large static force field weakened the gap between reality and subspace to the limit, and the ensuing Tzeentch Great Demon Lifeweaver Carlos came to fulfill the will of its master, enslaved this ancient wisdom machine that had reappeared in the form of a forced contract, and completed the depraved ascension at the cost of the countless intelligence machines under its command.

This may also explain why many of the Iron Men that Elaine comes into contact with appear to be living corpses that have lost their souls.

Of course, everything is a subtle and tactful scheme, and even the incomparable computing power of the mind engine fails to make sense of the intricate chains of it, and falls into the abyss of lies like many mortals who have traded with Tzeentch.

As for the two immortals from the Esoteric Sect, they were naturally guided to their next target by the subspace storm that had been set off.

"The world is impermanent, and there is no master for all changes..."

Carlos didn't seem to care about the terrifying psionic blast, its future head staring at Elaine the entire time, as if sighing for something.

"Showing such a will... It is bound to block the gears of fate with flesh and blood. ”

"It's stupid."

As the Silent One's psionic waves washed over Carlos's body, some pale blue feathers scattered, but they failed to do any damage to the Lifeweaver.

Carlos's futuristic head then shifted its gaze to the Silent One, who had been promoted to Tzeentch, and its playful gaze passed through the curtain of the future, to the future of the sapient life in front of him, and the end of its destruction as an engine of thought.

"At the expense of [my compatriots] and [my power], the power obtained from my lord - it is better not to waste it at will, Iron Man."

As if in a pitiful tone, Carlos was surrounded by the light of many forbidden sorcery, which was why he had not been harmed.

Because of the present scenario, it is seen in the future.

"For now... Please struggle as much as you want. ”

"Until [change] reappears in front of me."

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(End of chapter)