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Chapter 90: Tzeentch: Huh? ?
The dark blue cross is suspended in the air, flashing a light blue light.
The cross means that Zhou Yun’s question just now was wrong.

“Ah? Ahhh? Ahhh???” The winged figure in the white light opened his mouth wide, as if confused.

Zhou Yun also blinked in confusion.

If my eyes see correctly,
It was a cross, right?
The winged figure in the white light was not Sanguinius himself!

"Good for you Lord of Change! Lord of Chaos!"

Zhou Yun looked at the winged figure in the white light and shouted angrily:
"I almost believed you, but I didn't expect you to be fake!"

"and many more!"

The winged figure in the white light seemed a little dazed:

"If I am not Sanguinius then what am I?"

"Who am I? Why am I on Baal? What is my connection to the Blood Angels?"

“This is not right.”

The winged figure in the white light sounded confused, as if he had not expected this situation to happen.

"Could it be that I was really created by the Lord of Change to deceive you? And I don't even know it myself?"

There is a dead silence in the air
In the white light, the winged figure and Zhou Yun just stood there in the narrow room, staring at each other.

"Zhou Yun, I really didn't lie to you. At least I didn't lie to you subjectively."

"I do consider you a friend. In the past ten thousand years, I have been alone in the subspace most of the time."

There was a hint of sadness in the tone of the winged figure in the white light:
“I can sense the prayers of people in the physical universe, but it is difficult for me to respond and communicate with them.”

"It is most difficult to be at a loss, and even the best of my children can only hear my voice occasionally."

"But you are different. You do not seem to be entirely material, and you seem to be able to speak to me without being affected by the power of the Warp."

"No matter who I am, I have humanity, and I will talk to you with humanity————"

"Shut up, don't talk." Before the winged figure in the white light could finish his words, Zhou Yun interrupted him directly: "Don't talk, I'm thinking!"

"Ah?" A question mark appeared on the head of the winged figure in the white light.

Who is he? Zhou Yun stared at him, his mind racing.
The Lord of Change? The mad Horus? A Warp-like being worshipped by humans? A new creation of the Emperor?
Zhou Yun looked at the right and wrong fortune-telling machine on the table.

There is one question left.
Putting aside everything else, what should Zhou Yun ask most now? It can point to the most essential question.
No matter who the winged figure in the white light is, this is a question Zhou Yun should ask.
Zhou Yun took a deep breath and considered the next question.
"I should trust the winged figure in the white light and follow his guidance to Baal to resurrect Sanguinius. This is the best option for me."

There was a dead silence in the air.

Zhou Yun and the winged figure in the white light were both staring at the right and wrong divination machine in front of them.

The red ring jumped into the air and flashed a few times.

"What the hell does this mean?" Zhou Yun and the winged figure in the white light spoke at the same time.

The winged figure in the white light was not Sanguinius,

But he can be trusted, and following his guidance can indeed resurrect Sanguinius.
This is also the most favorable option for Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun lowered his head and couldn't help but frowning.
It is a clear fact that the winged figure in the white light is not Sanguinius. It is even different from the Emperor. When facing the Emperor, the Right and Wrong Divination Machine has no reaction, which shows that the Emperor is in a state of paradox.

But if Zhou Yun follows the guidance of the winged figure in the white light, he can indeed revive Sanguinius.
Could it be that the winged figure in the white light is not Sanguinius now, but will become Sanguinius out of thin air after resurrection?

Zhou Yun frowned.

Although there are many doubts, the right and wrong fortune-telling machine has confirmed that the winged figure in the white light is credible.
And by following his guidance, Sanguinius can indeed be resurrected.
"What do you think?" Zhou Yun asked, looking at the winged figure in the white light.

".Whether I am Sanguinius or not, whether I am the one who is resurrected in the end or not."

The winged figure in the white light spoke without hesitation:
"As long as Sanguinius can finally return to the real universe, that will be enough."

"The citizens of the empire who pray to me devoutly need a little hope."

Deep in the crystal labyrinth of the Lord of Change,

Ninety-nine million nine hundred and ninety-nine riddles whispered on the nine-layered doors, nine hundred and ninety-nine great demons danced outside the doors,

And within the nine doors, the shrill laughter of the Lord of Change echoed.

Every time He laughs, an irresistible change takes place among the stars.

He twisted his body, sometimes like a white snake, sometimes like a flying eagle, sometimes like an immortal, sometimes like an astrologer,
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of changes are manifested in Him, and each change weaves a brand new destiny.

He makes the wise commit folly, and the fools mouth truth,
He wants to make the Governor fall to the bottom of the nest and the mutants take the high position.

He will make the rich poor and the poor rich,
He will make noble ladies lowly and prostitutes noble,

He wants to make everything possible and make the future colorful.
The Lord of Change looked at the product of his work with great joy.
Those were threads like a tangled mess of hemp, and each thread extended into more threads.

This symbolizes the future of the galaxy, and each thread is a possibility for the future.
"Gah?"

The Lord of Change suddenly noticed that these threads began to move without his control.

These threads suddenly began to gather together, weaving into strands, and finally gathered into a thick thread at a certain point in time.

“Gah???” The Lord of All Changes stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

This situation symbolizes that all possibilities are gathered together.
It means that the future within a period of time is fixed, and there will be no changes or other possibilities.

The fixed future is about one or two months in the material universe.
It’s not long, but it is definitely fixed. There is only one possibility for the future within this one or two months.

The Lord of Change was a little annoyed.
Even if it was a month or two in the future, He would never allow it to remain unchanged.
He reached out his hand and began to fiddle with the fixed future.
But every time the Lord of Change diligently nurtures new possibilities, these possibilities will converge in the blink of an eye and merge into the unchanging future.

The Lord of Change stopped laughing.

A future that cannot be changed, that is forcibly fixed,

Every essence, every existence, and every power of the Lord of Change expressed his disgust.
His body trembled, and his voice was as sharp as an eagle's cry:

"who is it?"

"who is it!!!"

(End of this chapter)