Chapter 70 Past and Future

Carlos, the most omniscient servant of Tzeentch, crawled out of the Well of Eternity that even Tzeentch could not understand. This creature that existed before Tzeentch was born did not devour and tear apart this weak Tzeentch demon, but instead gave him the power to see the past and the future.

Tzeentch can certainly know everything about the past and the present, and can weave the fate of life in the universe through the web of fate hanging above his head, but he cannot predict the future as accurately as Carlos.

This humanoid bird-headed demon with two heads, one head will tell completely objective facts, and the other head will tell equally credible lies. Now he feels Tzeentch's call to him and steps onto the crystal steps to meet the real guardian of knowledge.

If you don't look at the original setting of the old + blind man, it's really handsome

Carlos's two heads bowed to the great guardian of knowledge, Tzeentch, to show his loyalty, and spoke at the same time.

"Praise the Lord of Change." "Praise the Lord of Change."

Tzeentch was not in the mood to infer which of his heads was telling the truth. He just needed Carlos to use tricks and prophecies among other Chaos Gods to draw their attention to the subjective being.

"Carlos, I will give you a mission. Go to the realm of Slaanesh and Khorne, stimulate their desires, and let them focus on the subject."

"I don't want to do it." "I'm happy to serve."

"Then go quickly."

"I like to stand still." "I'll go and weave the plan of fate."

Tzeentch looked at Carlos who stood up, turned his head and left, muttering: "I can see the past!" "I can see the future!"

"It doesn't matter now!" "It doesn't matter now!"

Although the guys of the Tzeentch faction are more or less crazy, after all, the eternal changes and uncertain wind direction make any long-term and stable thoughts impossible. If you want to keep up with Tzeentch's thoughts and not be crushed by the chaotic torrent, then you need to maintain an extremely fast and changeable way of thinking.

But this Carlos's madness index is obviously too high, even by the standards of demons, it is a bit outrageous. Because of his madness, the time span of his predictions about the past and the future was extremely long. Sometimes he predicted the next second, and sometimes he predicted the end of everything. Even the nine recorders who were sent to record his crazy words were contaminated by his predictions that were like crazy words and riddles, and they had no idea what was useful in the eternal books.

But at least Carlos was efficient. Although he was a little crazy, he was still normal in most cases. Tzeentch watched Carlos walk to the crystal staircase and found that he stopped.

"I can see the past when I walked to the stairs!" "I can see the future when I limped out of the field!"

"It's not important now!" "It's not important now?"

Then he walked down boldly.

Tzeentch covered his face and felt embarrassed. He already knew how Carlos was going to go downstairs.

"Ahhh!" "Ahhh!"

Carlos missed a step, and his huge two-headed body rolled all the way from the top to the bottom. He screamed in pain during the intimate collision with the steps. His two colorful and huge wings dropped a lot of feathers during the rolling, which fell on the steps and were swallowed by the changing cracks that emerged from them.

After covering his ears and listening to the noise of Carlos falling for more than ten minutes, Tzeentch covered his face and wondered if he should change someone to do this important thing.

Carlos got up from the ground, shook his wings covered with crystal dust, and limped away.

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Slaanesh was bored and watched the wailing lens he had newly constructed with billions of tortured souls to appreciate everything in the universe. To be honest, these things had made him feel a little boring after tens of thousands of years of viewing and torture. Only the Essence could make him rejuvenate with new happiness.

But when he switched to Lin Fan's sight, he was disgusted by his ordinary military life. The wonderful interaction with the mechanical girl had not appeared for a long time. Slaanesh had to look to other creatures for some comfort.

"The Gomor Rep Ball Game will be held at 2/5000 of the standard flow tide. The rules this time are the same as last time. Before chopping off the opponent's head, you must first rep him, then put his skin on and throw his head into the crusher to get one point."

"The Gomor Toxic Layer Grand Party is about to begin. Tens of thousands of slaves from the world will dance in the mutant dissolving poison sponsored by the Blood Mercy of Kanhad to see whose body can produce the most violent mutation and dance the most painful dance."

Slaanesh, who was cutting the stage bit by bit, felt bored. Their ancestors had already played these things, but they were still playing them now. It was really nothing new.

Those dark cities hidden deep in the Webway did protect them very well, but this did not affect Slaanesh's gaze on their fresh and juicy souls. However, considering that these little guys who should have been eaten into his stomach lacked the tax of constant torture and pleasure to provide him with, Slaanesh was too lazy to eat them all. After all, long-term and sustainable development is always better than killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Feeling bored, Slaanesh began to think about Khorne, who was fighting with him, and wondered whether he should steal a few more blessed blood vessels from him to play with. Anyway, the fight had already started, and he didn't care how angry he was.

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"My noble Lord of Desire, please allow your humble servant to make you a small and stupid suggestion."

"Oh, a little succubus who dares to speak. This is really fresh and exciting. Go ahead, and when you finish speaking, I will pull off your leather cover and put it on my xx."

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh~ What an honor." The little succubus who spoke imagined the scene of her skin being covered on xx, and her already pink skin was showing an unhealthy and morbid flush. "My king, why don't you send Lucius to play with that toy? I believe that the immortal Lucius will have a very pleasant blood party."

"Oh oh oh oh oh! Yes, yes! You reminded me so much that it reminded me of what a good little succubus! Come on, come on, I can't wait to put on your skin and rap you hard."

"Oh my lord."

The sound of tearing flesh came, and pink blood dripped slowly. In this chaotic and crazy scene, a touch of blue light dissipated.

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"Oh hoo hoo hoo! Little guy, look at me! I am a little Eldar girl now!"

"You disgusting beast"

The Eldar's wailing banshee was pierced by a wet, twisted whip that looked like a tongue. The other Eldar warriors around her died miserably, without a complete body.

The Eldar team that was recovering the soul stone was attacked by the Chaos pervert in front of them. He even tore off the sister's face and stuck it on his own face. Such mockery made the banshee ignore the pain and weakness in her body and cursed at the madman in front of her.

"You are so boring, baby." Not being able to see the emotion he wanted, the man was a little disappointed. The painful flesh and blood face on the armor also changed with the emotions of its wearer, showing a disappointed expression.

"But look, what is this? A piece of delicious candy~" A stone that was taken out from somewhere was shaken at the banshee.

"No." This is the soul stone, the place where the soul of the Eldar is placed, and it is also a must to protect them from being swallowed by the enemy.

"Hahaha! You're scared! I'm going to eat it, soak it in my saliva!"

"No. No. Please don't."

"Ah~~~ I'm going to eat it!" Completely ignoring the banshee's pleading, Lucius threw the precious soul stone into his mouth, secreting a large amount of saliva and stirring it back and forth with his flexible tongue, making a rustling sound. At the same time, he did not forget to look at the state of the banshee who had lost her helmet in front of him.

"No. No. You." In extreme anger and guilt, the severely injured banshee died, her head tilted and she stopped moving.

"Tsk, it's really boring." He spit out the soul stone into his hand, and decided to continue to tease the Eldar with this ultimate humiliation next time he met them, and then he heard Slaanesh calling him.

"Hey! Um! Um! Ah~~" It was like a twisted sound, and the pervert wearing flesh and blood armor walked towards the crack that Slaanesh opened for him.