Chapter 655 I Don't Understand

"I'm very sorry."

Rokasna, who had blue-gold feathers all over his body, knelt tremblingly in the crystal maze. He felt deeply remorseful for his incompetence.

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" came Tzeentch's nonchalant voice, and he looked up at the Web of Destiny.

Rokas shook even more violently. To him, this was a symbol that Tzeentch was about to abandon his chess piece.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't collect your debt for you. I will go to the realm of the Blood God to receive death."

After kowtowing nine times in despair, Rocasna turned and left. When he reached the stairs, he found Carlos reaching out to stop him.

Carlos looked miserable. His body was covered with pale scars left by the Gray Knights' psychic weapons. His chest was opened, and his beating heart was carved with sacred words of praise for the Emperor and curses of contempt for the demons.

Carlos's job has been very difficult lately.

"Ahem." Carlos coughed twice, and with difficulty spit out a consecrated power sword from one of his heads, "They are just a bunch of barbarians."

"Yes, they are just a group of barbarians." Rokasna was convinced.

However, Carlos's attitude also made Rocasna very excited. He knew that Carlos could foresee the future and know the past. If he stopped him, he would explain that he was still alive in the future scene.

"Principal, there's something really wrong with that thing, he. He's so evil."

"Um."

"He's getting better and better now. He couldn't even touch me before."

"very good."

Rokasna couldn't guess Tzeentch's intention, so he shut his mouth and listened to the order with Carlos.

"Of course you don't need to worry about that damn thing. You just need to listen to me and do what you should do. This time it's not a small win, but a big win. It's a big win."

Could the principal be ill? Luokasna thought rather disrespectfully.

"Come meet your new colleagues." Tzeentch pushed a man out of the shadows. Rokasna's eyes widened and he almost screamed.

It was Victor who chose to self-destruct on the Ark. He paid tribute to Tzeentch and walked towards the two demons to say hello.

"He. He. He is not the chosen one of Black Muses." Rokasna was already shocked and could not say anything. Tzeentch chuckled and mocked the ignorance of his men.

"The Black Muse is a god? Stop talking nonsense. The Black Muse is just a group of inferior Eldar idols. How can they be considered gods! The Eldar have lost all their history and worship these deformed things, hahaha ! The black muse is me, I am the black muse.”

"I thought the great demon of Tzeentch should be more calm and calm." Victor, who was entangled in shadows, stood beside Rokasna, with a teasing smile on his face.

"Slaanesh. You need to pay the price for your betrayal." Tzeentch touched the dice and promoted the new plan.

"Everything is ready, all it takes is time."

"Let those of the Dark Mechanicus come to me, and I will hand them the truth about Omnisea."

Using the burning planet as a tabletop, the Deceiver passed the time by toying with the Dark Angels' warship, shaking the dice and causing the ship's engines to self-destruct.

Amalaga, who had one hand left, looked at the Deceiver and asked the Deceiver after absorbing the distant history in shock.

"I don't understand. If that thing is really as evil as you said, why do you still want to stimulate him like this?"

Without directly answering Amalaga's question, the Deceiver said, "Do you know what the C'tan's most powerful weapon is?"

Conceptual power? Can you mobilize unparalleled huge energy by raising your hand? Immortal and eternal life?

Looking at the moving eyes on Amaraga's hand, the Deceiver knew that he had not gotten the right answer. He pointed his finger to his head and whispered a word.

"idea."

"idea?"

"Hahaha. Having a weapon is not important. Knowing how to use the weapon is the important thing. If I have a bomb in my hand, but I only know how to throw and smash the bomb like a stone, then what use can the bomb be?"

"It's like controlling water. An ignorant barbarian will only use this ability to create tsunamis and heavy rains, causing people to die from suffocation."

"But scientists who study the nature of the world will think more. They will control water, then control hydrogen and oxygen elements, control all substances containing hydrogen and oxygen elements and isotopes, and then control the sun and most life."

"But if you don't know these, don't think about these, you won't even be able to have these thoughts. Controlling water is just controlling water." Amaraja said.

"That's why our slaves were well prepared in the uprising. The first thing they deprived of their thoughts was the Void Dragon. The master who had all the control over technology became a stupid clockwork toy, running according to rules and contracts. I can only rely on the remaining part of my memory to show my power. I long for the birth of ideas, and I am willing to give anything in order for me to have ideas again.”

"Even if the subject is awakened." Amaraja asked.

"Even if the subject awakens," the deceiver replied.

"So the universe is today."

"Ideologically castrated by the Necrontyr, and materially restricted by the Necrontyr, in order to kill us conceptually, they used powerful technologies that you can't imagine. These powerful technologies act on them and everyone else without distinction. , operates on the most basic physical rules. Once the subject awakens, his thoughts will affect the physical rules, thereby causing the technology that limits us to fall apart. "

"The collapse of the rules of physics will destroy the entire universe. At that time, all life except the subjective will perish." Amaraga said excitedly without any fear.

The Trickster held his chin and laughed, and he licked his lips.

"Since you know so much, you have to do me a small favor. This is the price of knowledge."

The Trickster's intention is self-evident as he took out a piece of hateful flesh that was gradually dissipating. Amaraga's hand silently looked at the hateful flesh and took out the mantra "Attach".

"Attach."

The unclear imitation was completely incomparable to the accurate pronunciation created by the Silent King. Amaraga's thoughts were washed away by the desire for flesh and blood. When his consciousness was about to be torn apart by flesh and blood, the Trickster's dice saved his consciousness.

Lifting up the hateful flesh and blood, the Trickster released the Dark Angel's strike battleships from the maze.

The Trickster disappeared in the magnificent light of the stars and appeared in a lightless place outside the Milky Way. He left Amaraja here and told him to escape to the Great Canteen Galaxy.

Watching the Trickster fleeing as fast as he could, Amaraja felt terrified. His smell was attracting an existence outside the record to approach.

Never look back! If you look back, you will experience an ending more horrible than death!

In his crazy talk, Amaraja began his escape journey.

The Star God is eating (The Star God Fragment did mention the idea of ​​thoughts. In theory, as long as they think of it, there is nothing they can't do. It is also a subjective