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Chapter 987 341. Hole Destruction (3, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 987 341. Hole Destruction (3, 4k)

Cross-border is a privilege belonging to a few.

It has nothing to do with strength, but more like a talent that can be found without logic.

It does not only belong to the strong, there are many cross-border mages who cannot even cast spells for a long time when they first use their talents. However, in the end, they all become powerful and ancient creatures without exception.

Do you think this is a good thing?

No, it's more like a curse.

Becoming a cross-border mage means that you can achieve everything that ordinary people spend their entire lives pursuing with just a wave of your hand.

Worldly power and wealth will become less attractive, as will the desire for the opposite sex, and anything that used to bring you joy will disappear.

Ultimately, they can only pursue more.

Create worlds as your playground, create perfect heroes, and then dye their pure white souls pure pitch black

Or you can devote yourself to endless research, push the power you possess to a deeper level, and become an addict with an endless thirst for knowledge.

There is no doubt that no matter how you choose to spend this tormented eternity, your humanity will be alienated and disappear bit by bit.

Of course, humans are not the only race in the White Tower. Therefore, human nature is actually a very broad concept. It can be human nature, the 'spirituality' of elves, or the 'devil nature' of demons.

Thinking of this, He Shenyan smiled harshly, and the crossover was over. He remembered a famous saying on the White Tower Council intranet.

Everything is meaningless.

Yeah?

maybe.

He stretched out his right hand and tore apart the boundary between reality and nightmare. He entered the subspace without any scruples, and the sight he saw was very similar to the one he was familiar with.

The same chaos and disorder, the same lack of any logic. The only difference is that there is no evil god here.

No. It should be said that only one evil god here still exists.

A star swelled, and an evil light made it look as disgusting as a corroded blue eyeball. The mage looked back coldly, and was not surprised to see the changes in the eyeball. After a few seconds, a

A dark blue bird took its place.

"Hello." It spoke in human language and was polite. "This should be considered our first official meeting, cross-border mage."

"They tell you a lot."

The mage smiled maliciously: "Or did you kill one of them and obtain the memory? What does the temptation of being able to travel through the world mean to you, Tzeentch?"

"Maybe I killed him, or maybe I didn't. What I know is just part of the deal. But traveling through the world? Of course that means a lot, this is the friend I met for the first time."

The bird's beak opened and closed, and its emotionless eyes were shining with light. It stared at the mage with one eye with interest: "For a creature like me, what could be more attractive than this?"

Woolen cloth?"

"You call yourself a creature?"

"Of course I am a creature, mage."

It chuckled lightly.

"I am undoubtedly alive, I have desires and pursuits, and my likes and dislikes are equally obvious."

"Do you need any more evidence? I've got plenty of time to have a debate with you. After all, my old guys are all gone - well, except for the golden guy."

The blue bird's neck is crooked, and its head is tilted strangely. It is obviously a natural movement of birds, but it is full of a sickening and disharmonious feeling.

"He seems to be brewing something interesting."

"You know a lot."

He Shenyan narrowed his eyes: "But the attitude you showed is quite interesting, Tzeentch."

"Fun? This thing was fun from beginning to end, except here."

Tzeentch's incarnation began to change again, and in just a blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of smoke. A majestic and vast voice emerged from it.

"I guess you want to know the truth?"

The smoke condensed and dissipated, enveloping some of the screaming stars, turning them into sparkling silver powder. The mage followed silently.

"The truth is actually very simple, and I have no intention of hiding it. At this point, it is meaningless to abide by my own rules. I will tell you sincerely, Master - I should not make deals with those so-called angels. They are completely inappropriate.

Have a sense of humor."

The smoke was blown away by the wind, and the powder stayed in place, forming an hourglass. The debris of the stars flew in from the far side, forming the shell of the hourglass. An eye shone in those silver powders.

"Don't tell me you regret it, Tzeentch."

"ha!"

The Lord of Change laughed loudly.

"You underestimate me too much, my friend from afar! Regret? No, no, no. I just feel sorry for them. Human free will is the most precious thing, but they regard it as dust."

The hourglass rotated, and the eyes in the silver powder blinked briskly.

"Yes, it's what you think. I know their plans for these two worlds after your death. I know what they are going to do - I can't stand that kind of world."

"But you've cooperated with them."

With his lips parted, the mage could not help but sneer: "You are just regretting it, Tzeentch."

"Well maybe."

This time, the Lord of Changes did not deny it again, and the silver powder in the hourglass began to fall quickly into the lower layer. The eyeball was separated by a small glass connection, and the stars flickered, and several stars screamed across them.

.

"Maybe I really regret it?"

He judged rationally and calmly: "I don't hate failure. Failure is part of the plan. I have never regretted it. This emotion has never really been born in my heart until now."

The hourglass breaks, silver powder leaks out of it, the eyeball rots and changes, and an eagle appears in place.

"Yes, I regret it." He admitted. "I want fun and change. I can't tolerate that kind of stagnant world."

"So--"

The eagle flapped its wings and flew in front of the mage. He stretched out his hand so that the eagle could rest on his arm. The eagle stared at him, its shining beak opened.

"——Cooperate?" He asked eagerly. "Come on, Master. Let us work together to drive out those invaders! This is humanity and our galaxy!"

"If I agree to you, then my brain is really stuck in the door."

The mage sneered and stared with disdain: "They deserve to die, do you think you don't? This is the human galaxy and you have nothing to do with it. To a certain extent, there is no difference between you and their group of parasites.

"

"What a cold and precise analysis."

Eagle tilted his head and sighed: "It's a pity that you have no choice, Master. If you want to get a chance for these two worlds, you must cooperate with me."

"I'd love to know where your confidence comes from."

"It comes from the facts. As you know, my old friends are merging with each other, and this process will certainly not be peaceful. And the group of invaders from afar provided them with a separate venue.

"

The eagle opened its beak, and a man's hoarse laughter came from it.

"Khorne was more than brave, so he only focused on fighting each other. Nurgle was addicted to rot, so he cultivated each other's plague. Slaanesh loved each other. They embraced each other and began to devour each other. This has been going on for a long time."

"None of them have seen the future. They are all dominated by base desires. Only I, the Master, only I have seen the future!"

"You have no choice!"

He laughed wildly: "You must cooperate with me, you must carry out the killing with me - come on, violate your principles! Yes, I know you have a principle, and I know you disdain to be with me! But!

You don’t have a choice!”

"——So, come on."

The eagle flapped its wings again and stared at him eagerly: "Come and make the world more interesting, Master."

——

Between the thrones.

Galakhov, the current Marshal of the Imperial Guard, looked at the corpse on the throne with mournful eyes and remained silent for a long time.

He held his weapon, which was normally not allowed. No blade should be unsheathed before the Lord of Mankind. But this was different now, and their Lord asked for it.

So they obeyed.

"What else do you need?" he asked hoarsely after a long time.

+Leave.+

The Lord of Mankind shook the air with his psychic powers, and for the first time in ten thousand years, he could speak to them without having to go through the self-sacrifice of a psyker. Sadly, this was not a sign of improvement.

"Lord."

Galakhov closed his eyes sadly: "Our oath - we swore, lord, you know. We swore to you."

+You have also sworn to mankind that I am just a passing cloud, one of thousands of stupid monarchs in history. But you can do more.+

"Lord!"

+Leave, Galakhov, you all too, leave. Then, call Lorgar. I have a dream to tell him. I want it while I can, I must.+

The pale-faced Marshal of the Forbidden Army slowly left the throne room with the other guards. The original body who had been waiting for a long time entered it and was so frightened by the scene in front of him that his face turned pale.

What he saw was not the 'physically reborn' father in the report, but a corpse that was slowly healing but lifeless. In the eyes of this corpse, there was a golden light that was ten thousand times more ruthless than before.

Flashing.

Lorgar—the origin of the Golden Word Messenger, Lorgar Aurelion, who despised and hated religion, had his lips trembling.

+I'm sorry that you are seeing this, Lorgar, but I have no other choice. You are the only one who can bear this. And I cannot add to the suffering of the others.+

"I"

The Golden Word Messenger covered his chest. For the first time in his life, he did not feel proud of his father's praise. The bone-chilling cold made him almost unable to stand. He had already had a premonition that something was coming. He did not need the gift of prophecy to see it.

It's coming. Anyone with sight can see it.

"Father."

+Remember that mage? A visitor from another world, our friend.+

The Lord of Mankind interrupted his mourning, and Lorgar nodded reluctantly. He would not forget the mage. Although he had never seen him, he sent a negative to Lorgar.

A negative example that Lorgar would never forget to serve as a warning to himself.

+He will do something unprecedented, but he needs my help. And I must help him, only I can help him. Humanity must get through this.+

"Father?"

Luojia began to become more and more uneasy, and his golden skin even turned pale: "What on earth are you talking about? What are you going to do?"

+I am telling you a beautiful fantasy. It is illusory to me because I cannot see it with my own eyes. But it is not to you, you can witness it with your own eyes+

+You must bear witness, Lorgar. Humanity must abandon me and throw me into nameless ruins, so that you can truly mature.+

+ You will rely on your own hands to open up the future between the stars and save your compatriots who are still in suffering. He will help you. He showed me this dream and I was attracted. He has more courage than me,

His madness is also now, Lorgar, I ask you to witness it.+

The Golden Word Messenger's face tensed up, there was a sour feeling in his eyes, and tears streaked down his cheeks. He remained unmoved and just spoke.

"I bear witness, Father."

The endless light and heat stood up from the throne. The pipes created by technology collapsed and turned into ashes floating in the air. The world became a burning curtain in front of Lorgar's eyes, but it was illusory and like an illusion.

Luojia's eyes were stung, and he shed tears of blood, but he still forced himself to stand there and witness all this.

He saw his father's bones walking and moving. Light and heat radiated from his still hollow ribs, and the terrifying power seemed to break free in the next second, transforming him into some terrifying existence at this moment.

But he didn't. This broken corpse bound everything and locked everything in his body. He walked extremely slowly, but also extremely determined.

Then, he spoke - for the first time in ten thousand years, he truly spoke with his own voice. The broken vocal cords produced the most terrifying sound in the world, but Lorgar Aurelion only felt warmth and sadness.

He cried.

"Please apologize to your brothers on my behalf, Lorgar."

The father's corpse walked past the child, and his broken and blackened arm pushed open the door.

He whispered gently: "I thought I could do everything, but I couldn't. I thought I could save everyone, but I couldn't. I have imagined many times that you are still by my side, but that is just an imagination after all. Please

Please forgive me, please forgive me."

Then, he pushed open the door - the corpses dissipated, and the Imperial Guards knelt down in silence. They could not understand what their lord was going to do, but they all felt it. In the deepest place between the thrones, Lorgar faced the

The empty torture instrument lowered his head helplessly, and in a daze, two arms were placed on his shoulders.

At the same time, a storm suddenly broke out in the sky.

The mage faced the eagle and said slowly no.

I rewrote it twice, but I’m still not very satisfied. I feel like there are some deficiencies. Please give me your feedback.

(End of chapter)