I'm a magnetic field madman

But this smile is not a simple expression of happiness, or perhaps it is a kind of ambiguous threat.

Behind this laughter lies Silegao's "joke," and the most essential core of any joke or anecdote is "accident."

Unexpected changes, unexpected results—these are the sources of endless laughter in the unexpected!

Yes, that's right, his power is so close to Tzeentch's domain.

Countless "accidents," countless vicious accidents that could weave that fatal joke, unfolded beneath Marles' feet, stretching endlessly along with her ever-growing, maniacal smile...

This unexpected turn of events created an unexpected path for Males.

Unexpectedly, a path can lead to the outcome.

She broke through the crystal labyrinth and arrived before the nine doors. These golden arches, three times the height of a mortal, were surrounded by eerie pink and blue energies.

This is the power of the labyrinth's guardian, or perhaps it is the bizarre and mysterious nature of Tzeentch's Twisted Realm. The guardian is depicted as a gigantic, intangible entity...

The gaping maw of the abyss is surrounded by nine doors.

Each door has a mouth that solemnly utters one of Tzeentch's 999 riddles. Only by answering correctly can one enter the door and continue along the final path of enlightenment.

Those who cannot answer correctly are destined to wander in the labyrinth, forever intertwined with madness and regret, because they...

They could have possessed limitless knowledge, but because of their own foolishness and ignorance, they were destined to remain outside the realm of truth.

The Guardians presented Sylgor with a riddle, an ultimate riddle that combined the languages ​​and knowledge of humans, Eldar, Orcs, Old Ones, and even the Fearless.

But how could these secrets possibly be kept from Silexo?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Even though he was not the God of Knowledge among the Eldar, he was still the last to guard the Black Library, the vast library that had once collected the knowledge of the entire universe.

Tzeentch's riddles may have been difficult, but for Schillergo, he still managed to crack their enigmatic answers.

So he broke through Tzeentch's crystal labyrinth.

He finally entered the heart of the chaotic realm of the treacherous and mysterious, the palace of the Lord of All Changes—the Fortress of Absolute Illusion.

This is located at the center of the crystal labyrinth, but that is a mortal's mistaken perception.

The Fortress of Delusion is likely driven by a series of ideas rather than a physical location...

Because nothing in Tzeentch's Realm can be simply understood as material by mortals.

Distorted spires emerged unnaturally from the ever-distorting foundations of the Fortress of Delusion, like scorching blue and pink psionic flames.

The narrow gates, palace gates, and room doors seemed to yawn from the weariness of time, then suddenly slammed shut like the gaping maw of a terrifying beast, and vanished without a trace.

"Hehehehehahaha..."

In his maniacal laughter, ignoring the unimportant things, he stepped into the true heart of this fortress of absolute delusion, into the magnificent library.

Here are endless books, scrolls and parchments... containing every fragment of knowledge and thought recorded in the Age of Creation, written and undecided matters, a history interwoven with reality and fiction;

And descriptions of the potential, the actual, and the imagined future.

The demons act as bizarre librarians, tirelessly setting aside the works, cataloging the collection, and maintaining order within this fortress of absolute delusion...

Although the concept itself was abhorrent to great changemakers... no one could understand the significance of such a design.

Silego continued to laugh wildly, ignoring the cosmic secrets written on the parchment by the demons. He eagerly and happily entered the final part of the library.

There, he met Tzeentch.

Marles' mortal body was finally torn apart completely, and what descended from the crystal heart was an enormous, laughing clown.

He is the great clown, the god of drama and murder—Silego.

What exactly does the Lord of All Changes look like?

I doubt anyone can answer this question.

Because he has no image, the ever-changing Lord has no fixed, lifeless idol.

His posture and everything about him are constantly changing.

One moment he was a giant blue venomous snake, the next he was a mass of countless maggots, and then the next he transformed into a ghostly blue two-headed eagle…

These endless variations are enough to easily erode the mind of an ordinary person... but all these tricks are undoubtedly useless against Lego.

He continued laughing wildly as he approached the Lord of Change... and he laughed wildly at Tzeentch, and then their "battle" began.

Unlike the straightforward battle between Isa and Nurgle, where they used each other's very existence to fight each other, the duel between Silego and Tzeentch was quite bizarre.

Sylvie's battles are about creating one joke after another for Tzeentch, and Tzeentch maintains his own identity within these jokes, analyzing and belittling Sylvie's jokes.

Does it sound incredibly abstract? But that's exactly how their struggle is.

Sylgor is trying to outmaneuver Tzeentch by creating "accidents," even though the outcome is one that Tzeentch would like to see... but he has to decipher the jokes Sylgor creates through accidents.

Because this is his very nature—the Lord of All Changes is no different from other supreme beings in the warp realm; his greatness is inherently divisive.

The infinite possibilities of change and the infinite possibilities of knowledge are inherently a paradox.

Understanding and learning knowledge is about breaking through the unknown and mastering more, but change itself makes us wary of mastery.

Such conflict is the very basis for the existence of evil gods, and Tzeentch, in order to win, selectively picked up his "god of knowledge" side.

In a single second, Xi Lego created countless jokes.

Countless events driven by accidents suddenly appeared in the physical universe. Some of them were harmless, while others caused extremely tragic bloodshed!

A broken horseshoe, a lost horse, a lost horse... a lost soldier, a lost soldier, a lost general, a lost general, and the nation perishes.

By weaving remarkable conclusions through unexpected butterfly effects, this is where Silego excels and is most adept.

But no matter how many jokes Siegel made, he could never get Tzeentch to laugh.

When faced with the jokes about Joybuy, Tzeentch always manages to quickly extract the essence of the matter and reveal the outcome before it is even realized.

What could be worse than spoiling a comedian's own show?

Yes, it is genuine "boredom".

Countless jokes were completed in an instant, and order in countless places of the physical universe was brought about by the probability of small events that had never been thought of before.

But these things could not make the ever-changing master laugh, and as a result, the great clown's figure became smaller and smaller.

A clown who doesn't gain the audience's approval shouldn't exist.

The God of Laughter is about to be defeated, but this is an expected result that will not surprise anyone.

Ultimately, the Laughing God's unpredictability is merely a part of the realm of change that Tzeentch has mastered.

But how can a small part defeat the majority?

Siegel's defeat seemed imminent, but throughout the entire performance and jokes, Tzeentch was unable to truly "laugh."

But it's okay, Silego isn't panicking, because he's already prepared the ultimate joke.

The ultimate joke he had prepared for a very long time, just to tell today.

Hehe, it'll definitely give Tzeentch endless surprises!

186. The Final Joke

When did the name of the Dark Prince first circulate among the Eldar?

That was when the Pantheon was gradually declining, and the Eldar Empire reached its peak, with its largest territory, most advanced technology and power, and power and strength surpassing every other race in the galaxy.

This is an inescapable vicious cycle. For anything—whether it's a person, an organization, or a country—the next step after reaching the peak is inevitably a decline.

When civilization and existence reach their peak, this is an inevitable trend in itself.

The moment the peak of prosperity begins, a worm called "hedonism" will silently crawl onto the body of power and the state, and then excitedly and happily feast on their shells.

The rate of erosion and decay is actually not as slow as one might imagine.

For humanity, no matter how wonderful a regime may be when it rises and develops, it may only take less than a generation to become corrupt.

For the Elven race, there is no difference. They don't even need a generation; their infinite lifespan is enough to cause them to begin decaying the moment they reach their peak!

Thus, the vehicles speeding downwards became unstoppable.

After the Hedonistic Cult, which served the Dark Prince Salis, gradually spread from the common people to the court and eventually gained complete control over Eldar society, the corruption became unstoppable.

Endless pleasure and the pursuit of desires do not only originate from individuals... The depravity of a group largely stems from the choices made by social trends.

Just like a particular trial, the nonsense of a certain judge, and the biased attitude towards a certain gender, these can all lead to a collective decline in social morality and the general trend of society following this trend.

Bad things will only get worse; this is a simple truth that applies universally.

The worship of Slaanesh reflects the changing social atmosphere of Eldar, and attributing all of this to the temptations of Slaanesh is utterly absurd.

It was the Eldar's own choices that led to the spread of the Slaanesh faith, and it was the Eldar's own ignorance that led to the Great Fall.

Now, the Eldar want to "atone," so they have sided with Death, believing that the great Jena can correct their mistakes from the beginning.

Is that so? Will everything... go so smoothly?

Legend has it that the old goddess Morrie-Hague, who governs souls and destiny, tempted her partner, the god of war Bloodhand Kane, to cut off one of his hands in order to obtain the wisdom flowing in her veins.

She then drank her own blood and gained the wisdom contained within it. Meanwhile, the craftsman god Val obtained Mori-Haeg's severed hand... and he forged the five fingers of that severed hand into five exceptionally powerful swords for the old woman.

This is the origin of the Old Woman's Sword, and the Death Army's claim that they can summon Death with five Old Woman's Swords also comes from this.

Sorrowful Sword Cavill

Soul Sword - Veliszal

Silent Screaming Sword - Asuvar

Twilight Spear

And finally, the last sword Malekith found from the depths of the Eye of Fear at a great cost.

Its name is—

Final Sword - Salis

Why is the last sword of the old woman named after Slaanesh?

Evelynne no longer knew the answer to this question.

She also clearly understood how dangerous it was for mortals to rashly explore the mysteries of the gods, and how such an act was suicidal.

She simply stood there, steadfast, and completed her final mission.

Having wielded the swords of five old women, Evelynn shattered the seven heavens and, more importantly, her own seven inner demons.

Standing in her full glory before the Dark Prince's palace, Evelynn planted five old women's swords into the ground and loudly sang the lament of the Adalings!

Countless rivers of souls began to converge, and countless spirits who were still alive felt the tremor in their own souls!

They were terrified, they were excited, they trembled, and they all shouted the same name.

The deceased was Ynnead.

Beside Evelynn, Inkad, the embodiment of death, howled and unleashed waves of death, turning all the approaching Slaanesh demons to ashes!

The sacred fire of Asuyan burns fiercely, protecting Evelynn's fragile soul and everything related to the ritual!

Endless Slaanesh demons surged from the horizon, frantically disrupting the ritual in an attempt to prevent the terrible situation from unfolding!

But because Kade protected Evelynn, the sacred fire of Asuyan prevented those demons from ever getting a single step closer!

Evelynn's chanting resounded in every corner of the highest heavens, its echoes reverberating as the lament of the sorrowful! Until all that lay before the dark palace was reduced to ashes, until all things trembled—

"Ahhh!"

A piercingly sharp, and incredibly furious voice echoed from the dark palace, and the next moment—

That surging pink hue, that blissful pleasure that almost elevates the soul. Swaying her slender waist, murmuring about every different temptation and beauty in the universe, the Dark Prince has stepped out of His palace!

He was angry, yet He was also happy, for He sensed the presence of the Spirit Race deities.

He sensed it... His nemesis.

Evelynn's soul was steaming and burning, and the pain of looking directly at the gods caused her indescribable agony!

But she persisted, singing the final part of the dirge completely!

Pfft!Pfft!

Evelyn's body collapsed weakly, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the "god" coalescing before the great dark enemy.