This is a thing that happened in the Most High Heaven.

There is no point in discussing exactly when and where this happened. The nature of the subspace itself dictates that the concepts of time and space in it are very ambiguous, and the two subjects that are about to be described, that is, the two that make this happen, aspire to make this element even more ambiguous.

Therefore, it can happen both "at this time" and "then"; It can happen both "here" and "there"; It doesn't happen at any exact time and place, so it can happen all the time; It can be observed on its own, but it is not visible to any third party.

Except for the two parties involved, perhaps only the torrent of the vast ocean itself can tell the story.

One of the parties that has appeared, has appeared, and will appear in this matter is undoubtedly majestic and grandiose, but it is difficult to describe in detail. He can make all kinds of changes in an instant, but in essence he has a thousand faces, and there are thousands of honorific names that can describe it. However, these are far from defining Him accurately.

He can be a creeping white serpent, undulating in place but never moving forward; He could also be a human figure in an old gray suit, with a green skin that was seamed and empty; He prefers to make himself big, so that He can disturb the mind, will, and thoughts of others with a thousand mouths on His blue skin; But now, He came to this indefinable place, which looked like a bright and colorful, formless mist.

He is amorphous and eternally changing. It is the one who has all kinds of honorable names, and who has the widest spread and can best point to Him, is called "the Lord of all changes."

The one who could make such a subspace power rise out of the entrenched crystal labyrinth and meet it in such a position that exists and does not exist is another being who is equally majestic, grandiose, and fickle. This is something that could not have happened, something that does not exist in any prediction of the future, and it is precisely because of this that the Lord of All Changes has taken a keen interest in it, and even took the time to come in person.

There are also many faces, many changes, and many honorific names. His manifestation in the subspace can be an old man, a woman, a child, a spider, a hummingbird, a butterfly; It can be thunder, hurricanes, rainstorms, the sun, the land, the crops; He can be a magnificent, heavily armed warrior, or a king on a high platform who looks down on all beings. He can be a hero who sacrifices his left leg to create a peaceful land, or a monster who consumes everything with death equally. There are many other changes in Him that cannot be detailed, but here He manifests himself in the one that is most widespread and most directive to Him:

A bubbling obsidian mirror with a tiny crack in the mirror—the price he paid to defeat the sea giant Traltaykutli, which even Almighty God could not heal. Once such a wound appears on the deity, it is present, past, and forever, and can be covered but not removed. No matter what form He manifests, the price will always be stubbornly manifested in His appearance.

——The "Smoke Mirror" from another world appeared in the subspace in a majestic manner, facing the "Lord of All Changes".

The confrontation in silence may last only for a moment, or it may last for eternity. In subspace, in the face of the power of both, it is useless to talk about it. It is also uncertain who was the first to speak up in this meeting. In subspace, in the face of the power of these two, it is a futile effort to investigate this matter. But in short, this vague conversation that began and ended ambiguously happened.

"Welcome, guests from afar." The Lord of Change has said so, and he will say so.

The words are deafening without sound, formless but filling the heavens and the earth, and there is no mortal body sufficient to carry the power of the Lord of All Things to flow naturally from these words, let alone to interpret the deep meaning—but not the smoke mirror of flesh and bones only treats it as normal.

"Is it really necessary to have such an exchange?" The smoke mirror has said so, in this way, will say so.

He communicates with the Lord of Change in the same magnificent and incomprehensible way.

"Everything in this universe is under my control, but people from other worlds are different." The Lord of Change, unashamedly, boasted, "A mortal from another world who jumped out of the Well of Eternity is enough to surprise me, I never thought that there would be another otherworldly god who has wandered here, I wonder if I can ask you for this kind of drifting method?" ”

Smoke Mirror was calm: "There's nothing I can't say - because I don't know what's going on." As the master of mysteries, you should also understand that it is difficult for even gods to cross the barriers between 'parallel worlds' that originate from the same world as their own. I just wanted to do that, but who knows how, I was called and pulled in the dark, and I ended up in this 'multiverse' that is very different from the origin from which I started. ”

"—How can it be that the beginnings are different?" The Lord of Change smirked, "Don't say that, you and I are so similar—"

"Don't say that." The smoke mirror seemed to resist this, "Naturally, I am both 'fickle infinity', but there is not necessarily an intersection between 'infinity' and 'infinity'. ”

The Lord of Change burst into laughter. The laughter stirred up the currents of the vast ocean and swept up countless whirlpools. These swirls randomly appeared in the weak veils of the galaxy, and countless demons, humans, ships, and even stars were engulfed and torn apart by them—but the smoke mirrors were unmoved.

"You devoured a tiny slice of the Lord of Bliss." After laughing, the Lord of Change abruptly changed the subject—considering that He himself is amorphous and ever-changing, it is normal to change the subject abruptly in conversation, "The Sapphire King...... You've devoured what it was supposed to bring us back with it—ah, don't get me wrong, I'm not condemning anything, it's all in the plan! Hee-hee-hee

"As the god of the underworld and the lord of death, what's wrong with devouring death itself?" The Smoke Mirror snorted coldly, extinguishing the true etheric turbulence that had been flocked to the Lord of All Changes' madness, "Besides, I deserve preferential treatment to those who dare to face their own end under adverse conditions. ”

"Don't you see the essence of Ferus Manus? Do you think that's human? ”

"I didn't say I was treating the demigod favorably."

Gray-white smoke swirled with obsidian mirrors, and the appearance of Markan Ferros flashed away. The Lord of Change may or may not see it; Maybe I care about it, or maybe I don't care. No being can fathom the vagaries of His mind—not even Himself.

"But the youngest of the goddesses—the one with the threads of fate—does give you a foothold in this universe." "I am the 'Lord of Change', and I am happy to see everything change, so I will naturally welcome a visitor from another world to join us in our 'Great Game' - I am already bored with several other old opponents on the board. But do other chess players think so? ”

"I don't care." Smoke Mirror scoffed, "Although I have no interest in your so-called 'great game', I am also the 'division of warriors', 'enemies of the Quartet'. Do you think that I will be afraid to hold such a honorable name? ”

The Lord of Change laughed aloud again, this time the turbulence He had set off had been suppressed by the rising smoke of the weary smoke mirrors before it could be created.

"Of course I wouldn't think so—I know why you're here, and that's why I'm here!" The bright, colourful mist roared loudly, "You resemble me! Of course you want my power—it's our instinct as gods! In the same way, I want yours too! ”

"I do, but don't compare me to a half-person like you who is driven by instinct." The obsidian mirror began to be completely obscured by the bubbling smoke, "If all I want is to take away the power, I just need to seek out the fragments of you in the High Heaven to devour as I devoured the essence of that demon - strategically speaking, for the sake of victory, that is the more reasonable thing to do." ”

The Lord of Change was thus perplexed. Even He, even in a face-to-face situation, could not guess the mind of another deity, let alone another otherworldly deity.

"So, why did you come up with this?" He laughed and asked.

"—because you're so upset to me." The smoke mirror said awe-inspiringly, "Take your stalker-like eye off the Chaldean priest!" That's the first warrior I set my eye on! ”

In an instant, the powers of the gods collided with each other, and the conceptual battle completely disrupted one of the universes.

In the scream of the ecstasy of the Lord of Change, countless spells are released and eliminated at the same time between a moment and eternity, countless probabilities are manipulated and derived at the same time between a moment and eternity, countless things occur and go wrong at the same time between a moment and eternity, countless paradoxes are entangled and exploded at the same time between a moment and eternity, and the aftermath alone is enough to distort reality itself.

In terms of the energy that can be called alone, it is naturally stronger for the ever-changing lord who occupies the home field advantage, but on the battlefield of Rusi, this advantage is far from absolute. The battle between the gods and the gods is not for the use of energy, but for the control of power and concepts.

The indefinite forms of the two are rapidly changing, and the battlefield itself is distorted by the clash of their minds—sometimes the countless geometric buildings and branches of fate in the crystal labyrinth are destroyed by a storm in multiples of nine; Sometimes, the leopard-like and human-like shadows in Miktlampa are deformed in the screams.

It is impossible to define exactly how long the battle lasted, and there is no point in trying to determine it. I only know, or on the way to the battle, or at the end of the battle, at an uncertain moment, the smoke mirror suddenly laughed out loud:

"I see!" Wearing a feathered crown, a leopard skin, and a left leg made of obsidian, the gigantic warrior, who was already scarred at this time, pointed to a mirror opposite him that should have been shiny but dusty, "I get it completely! ”

There is a tiny crack in the surface of the mirror that the Lord of Change has formed. Under the cover, it may be able to avoid the gaze of the great demon under its command, or it may be able to make the powers of other gods ignore it, but it cannot avoid the eyes of the smoke mirror that is too similar to him.

It was indeed a tiny crack, but such a tiny crack did exist. The cracks were filled with gold and silver light, like the sun and thunder, but they were energies that had never existed in this world. The crack is tiny, but stubborn enough—it has literally carved a scar into a mighty deity of the Most High and has made it exist, and it has existed, and has endured, and endures in the essence of the Lord of Change.

The gods of this world may not know why, but the Almighty God of another world has already known all the causes and effects the moment he saw its existence:

It was a wound caused by the "Killing Spear" recorded in Hindu mythology.

As a priest, the castaways from another world ask the mythical hero "Karna" to rely on himself. Subsequently, the hero recreates the experience that exists in the record, and at the cost of "stripping himself of the golden armor like skin" in exchange for the god-killing spear given by Indra, the god of thunder, who was moved.

This damage is also synchronously mapped to the Priest as the container.

While bearing the pain of skinning in the flesh of a mortal, the priest also served as a vessel for the divine power of the sun and thunder, and succeeded in carving a small, indestructible, but indelible scar on the gods with the treasure of "Vasavi Shakti, O Sun Wheel, Obey Death".

The cleric who escaped the clutches dragged her body to the sun high in the middle of the ocean, and nearly died of an infection—a flaw she left for the Lord of Change, a reflection of the smoke mirror that was also flawed in her shell, before, after, and then. Coupled with the fact that she is also in this world, the fate between herself and the smoke mirror, under the overlap of multiple factors, finally made the smoke mirror who tried to travel across the border fall to this side.

He understood it in an instant, but He didn't really care about it. He laughed happily in the subspace, and the demon army of the Lord of All Transformations flinched, and the Leopard Spirits whirled in panic. He didn't care about any of that either—he saw once again the courage of mortals who dared to risk their lives to challenge the gods, and once again witnessed Rika Fujimaru's struggle for survival.

The Chaldean priests, at the cost of skinning their skins, proved that mortals could hurt gods, adding to the possibilities of humanity itself in this cruel world.

He decided to reward the warriors He admired, and He read the past in an instant with the power of Almighty God to give Him a new idea.

"'Lord of Change', retract your gaze." He threw the obsidian dart in his hand and said to the cloud of colored smoke that was infinitely far and near, "I have understood everything, I have made up my mind." ”

The shuttle dart spanned infinity and near, piercing exactly one of the eyes of the Lord of Change as it transformed into a tentacle with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine eyeballs. The eye screamed as if it had a consciousness of its own, withering in an instant, defenseless.

The thread of fate that had been attached to the body of "Fujimaru Richika" by the dead eye floated up, as if blown by the wind of impermanence, and escaped the grasp of the Lord of All Changes—and finally fell into the smoke of the obsidian mirror.

"I gave her the name 'Skinner' Sippe Totik. Thereafter, she faces east, the 'red' Terscatlipoca. ”

In the smoke of madness, he declared:

"When you want to spy on her and manipulate her fate, don't forget that the cause and effect will flow to me—anyway, you and I, as Chaos Gods, are meant to die forever."

Amid loud laughter, the smoke of Texcatlipoca slowly dissipated, and the High Heaven was far from calm:

Tzeentch's shrill cries of anger and joy still resounded across the universe, causing countless tides and tsunamis in the subspace.

In a sense, the setting chapter, 4k4, is gone today (peaceful). Seals have to lie down and sleep on their days off!

Recovered the god-killing spear that hung on the wall during the Jestar's copy, and recovered the reason why Brother Yan, who ran to hammer 40,000, came. Happy .jpg

Brother Yan is really generous to his own people, whether it is the original text or the moon. Although he is fickle, he is really bold when he shoots.

"King of Skinning" Sipe Totik: Theoretically the eldest brother in the four sides of the smoke mirror (so you see Brother Smoke is really atmospheric), he is called the skinner because he himself peeled his own skin as a sacrifice, so that the seeds can break the skin and germinate and grow, not because he likes to skin others (although the priest does worship him in the ritual of skinning the sacrifice, and I chose NL to start the game because of this (?). ）。

The oriental physiognomy in the smoke mirror "God of the Four Directions" is red, and is worshipped as the god of agriculture, the god of rebirth, the god of disease, the god of war, etc. (Central and South American mythology is basically like this), and the name given to Gollum here is the process of "Gollum opened the killing spear because of the side effects were skinned (as a sacrifice), and then injured Tzeentchy to prove that human beings are not necessarily without the strength to fight in the face of the gods, and finally escaped", in the key points of ritual (skinning, opening the way for human existence, rebirth) can be matched with Sipe Totik.

As for the name itself, it is just a name, which is equivalent to Brother Yan taking the person of Gollum in his own hands to be at the same level as himself, preventing one-hand curses and occult dark box operations and the like, but he did not divide the power. Everyday speaking, Gollum is still a mere Gollum.

(End of chapter)