The means of the Lord of All Changes can easily exceed the imagination of anyone in this universe. He enjoys great authority in the subspace, and the priesthood of knowledge and change dares him to call himself "omniscient and omnipotent."

Leaving aside the question of "whether this proposition is true or not", which can never reach the end if we were to debate it, just looking at "Tzeentch dares to call himself so", it can be proved that the gold content of him, the "god of wisdom", is not groundless.

In the blink of an eye, he had come up with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to bypass Debbit's fragile barrier of magic—even if the young man did succeed in borrowing his power from the carrion on the throne without his knowledge, under the blockade of the subspace storm set off by the two Chaos powers, it was indeed very impressive, but—Angelic relics aside, Debit was nothing more than a human warlock after all. Even though the basic structure of the spells he used came from another world and was a completely alien theoretical system to any being in this world, it was still full of flaws in the eyes of the Lord of Change, and under the wisdom of the Most High Eagle.

The act that Ferus Manus is doing at the present time is, of course, included in the priesthood of Tzeentch himself. If the goal of "stopping Ferus" is concerned, the Lord of Change could have directly used his power to accomplish it, such as using the concept of "innovation" and "transformation" to make Ferus himself produce some random mutation - this is obviously simpler, more efficient, and faster, but it is not interesting. And boredom is absolutely unacceptable for this god who was born of chaos and therefore has chaos as his nature.

So, Tzeentch chose to cast a spell at the beginning, simply because he foresaw that doing so would cause him to experience something unexpected in the future. Now, the unexpected did happen, and it actually prevented him from further influencing Pherus, which made him both happy and discouraged.

But it's not a big deal, everything is always changing, and as the master of all changes, Tzeentch's hand can never be exhausted by mere mortals.

He didn't know exactly how the human emperor could accurately project his power to Debit without being able to accurately observe the interior of this subspace storm. He was 100% sure that even the most skilled sorcerer could barely read from the traces of the subspace itself that the two of them were the ones who started it all, and that it had no effect on anything within the storm—that didn't prevent him from casting his next spell, ready to shatter the shield of the Emperor's psionic energy in front of him.

Tzeentch didn't have to, but out of interest, or on a whim, he decided to give it a try. Perhaps that's why the perfect plan made through the supreme wisdom of the Universal Lord of All Things always fails—He is so prone to whims that all the plans He made at the beginning do not "go as planned."

But this apparently did not prevent Him from being able to whisper the words "as planned" after the dust had settled. But was that really what He had planned? Nothing exists to know. Maybe even Tzeentch himself doesn't know.

However, this whim does not seem to have brought about any very welcome changes for Him. The barrier created by Debit shattered in the dazzling blue of the spell's aura, and the ground nearby gave birth to crystalline clusters from the aftermath. The same development that Tzeentch himself had expected caused the god to sigh half satisfied, half chagrined, but that didn't affect the speed at which he cast his spell.

Usually in such cases, Tzeentch's next spell should be directed at the sorcerer who dared to confront him. He would praise the other person for his courage to confront the god of sorcery, or rather, to rebuke the ignorance of the other person for daring to do so. But when the subject is Debit Zem Voyd, who has just summoned some kind of Tzeentch outside the universe and can't understand the "monster", even the Lord of All Kinds has to be cautious about this.

The desire to survive left by the scene made him hesitate for a moment. In the next instant, he deflected his original aim and threw his spell from the High Heavens towards Ferus Manus. As a Chaos Power, he was confident that the spell would not miss, even if it needed to reach the battlefield where Ferus Manus was from the "absolute safety" where he was now, and that it would have to pass through an immeasurably chaotic subspace storm with an immeasurable distance.

This has nothing to do with the mage's own throwing skills, it is simply a special green light given by the Lord of Change to the spells he casts. Tzeentch, who is in charge of probability, has greatly increased the probability of this spell "hitting", so with a little bit of time to become chaotic in subspace, it can—

Sooner than the spell reached its intended end, an axe enveloped in a fiery red glow and a substance-like smell of blood. For some reason, this tomahawk, which was able to break into the subspace storm set off by Tzeentch and Slaanesh, was still undiminished, and was able to grub past the "head" of the Lord of All Kinds with great strength and threat, and its origin is of course obvious.

This is a development that has not yet appeared in the predictions of the Lord of Change. It's hard to say that Tzeentch was frightened by the sudden appearance of this blow, which probably wouldn't have had any lethal effect on the gods themselves, but they still dealt damage; Or maybe he felt a sense of crisis because the axe was so clearly aimed and so accurately thrown; Or for some reason that mortals couldn't understand - in short, in this instant, Tzeentch lost control of the spell he had thrown at Ferus Manus, allowing it to dissipate into the vast ocean currents, and instead began to check whether the subspace storm that enveloped him and Slaanesh, and the battlefield, and all the spells associated with it, were indeed blocking all snooping from the outside world:

When the Sadist found out that He was here, he threw the axe away. If the sorcery salted meat had succeeded in discovering what they were doing, the game would have ended sadly. And that's the last thing Tzeentch wants to happen right now.

Ferus Manus's fusion ritual thus proceeded undisturbed for the time being, and somewhere in the Great Rift, which neither he nor Tzeentch had yet discovered, beside a blood-coated altar containing the heads of eight severed cultists, Texcatlipoca laughed as he gazed at the eerie splendor of the subspace:

It was this god who feared that the world would not be chaotic and told the god of blood through rituals that Tzeentch had joined forces with his old rival Slaanesh somewhere to be secretly active. It was also this "smoke mirror" who skillfully persuaded the other party that the opportunity was rare, so it was better to throw an axe in that direction. Of course, Tzeentch's spells lived up to his name, and there was no problem in hindering others from probing - the problem with this subspace storm itself was that it only blocked the "sight" of other subspace existences, and did not really hinder their ability to interfere within.

The problem of "not being able to see what's going on inside, so you can't aim" is easily solved by Tzeecatlipoca, who also has the ability to manipulate probability: just as Tzeentch can use probability to make spells hit, Tzeecatlipoca can also use probability to help terrorists target.

The only pity is that the 50% probability between hitting Tzeentch and hitting Slaanesh finally let a random tomahawk thrown by the Sadist fall on Tzeentch's head. The Lord of All Variations has powers similar to those of the Smoke Mirror, and the two hedge against each other, causing the Blood God's axe to miss its goal in the end, which is also a regrettable but understandable thing.

In the eyes of other beings who could observe the storm in the subspace, the deformed air mass clearly represented that Tzeentch had realized the danger and was actively constructing another defense. Several other spells struck from an immeasurable distance above the canopy that Tescatlipoca could see when he looked up, and a cold snort from the blood god came from the highest heavens, ignoring these long-range spells that were destined to be in vain.

Seeing this, Texcatlipoca once again thought about it.

Miwoo (serene)

This chapter is also known as:

The eldest brother's golden throne, the second brother's brass throne

The color of loyalty is red

Blind sniping

Brother Yan: Sir, this way

(End of chapter)