Chapter 94 Questions and Answers (Revised)

Morse was not good at destruction.

This sounds inconsistent with his often overly thin patience, but in fact, he is indeed better at creating and repairing, but the methods are often crude, and the finished products are at great risk of being abandoned halfway.

And how can an ordinary non-human being who does not possess the absolute power of a blood god or an emperor get out of an infinite maze?

Just as huge things often collapse from the smallest point, and a small iron nail on a horseshoe is enough to kill a dynasty, infinite collapse must begin from an origin.

So Morse decided to add bricks and tiles to the Crystal Maze, adding some tiny spikes that are extremely tiny in the infinite maze, but even the Lord of Changes cannot remove.

Morse looked around.

He was chattering about that one, immersed in the whirlpool of nonsense and unable to extricate himself. The information he provided was difficult to distinguish between true and false, and only two pieces of information Morse thought were valuable.

For one, the brute force required to destroy infinite space is equally infinite, and therefore beyond Morse's ability.

Secondly, the Lord of Change leaves no dead ends, and it must not conflict with its changing nature.

But Morse was not obsessed with change.

He has always felt that setting up a problem in the maze that visitors cannot solve is a good choice - after all, which king would leave a way for tomb robbers to survive in the tomb after death?

Morse stroked the transparent wall and looked at the reflection in the wall. Tzeentch seemed to have given up on deliberately teasing him, leaving him with only an eternal maze that sang softly in silence.

It weaves the most friendly environment for an object it cannot handle. The top of each crystal cluster shimmered with colorful reflections, and the silver line extended from a distance to his feet to form a road. The hazy gauze mist was like a silvery sparkling puddle cast by the dim moonlight. The still wind and motionless The walls shimmered endlessly and rhythmically, some rustling bells hung from the bottom up, and the ever-changing glittering stars shone soothingly from the opalescent white and ice blue of the crystal, which made Morse How joyfully he was greeted by the Lord of Confirmed Usurpers.

And in the distant outside world connected by the curse, he could still feel the body he left on the Perturabo battle barge and the self-test timing system on the body. Comparing the timestamps on both sides, Morse can completely control the time when he escapes from the maze.

Morse's fingertips traced the crystal wall and cut off a slender crystal to serve as a carving knife.

"I guessed wrong," he held the carving knife. "You have given up winning. Although I don't know what Magnus did, it is obvious that he no longer belongs to anyone."

He paused briefly: "If you want to define the failure of change itself as your victory, I have nothing to say. So what is it now? Tea time during the half-time of the game?"

Silence itself is the answer.

Morse began to carve on the crystal wall with the sharp tip of the knife, and used a little magic spell to make the engraved problems exist on the surface of the maze forever and cannot be erased - I don't know the show of the Lord of Paradise. Find out what's going on today.

Before testing his theory, he wanted to see what kind of problem Tzeentch would decide was a dead end.

The first thing Morse wrote down was a line of classic riddle, and Eubrid in the fourth century BC once said: "This sentence is false."

If this sentence is true, then "this sentence is false." If "This sentence is false," then this sentence is true.

Under this line of puzzles, multiple lines of Gothic text quickly emerged from the crystal wall, representing the many different solutions Tzeentch had given to this puzzle.

Morse moved one of the lines up for easier reading: "Each level of language should not contain its own 'truth' predicate, 'what is true at a level' contained only in higher levels. That is, the statement: something is not true within a hierarchy, the statement has the same name as something but is not interchangeable.”

He transformed the puzzle into an isomorphic form: "Announcement: There will be an Astartes assault exercise of unknown date in the coming week."

The drill cannot be held on the seventh day, otherwise it will be known in advance on the sixth day; the drill cannot be held on the sixth day, because it will be known on the fifth day that the drill will be on the sixth or seventh day, and it can be known from the first article that the drill cannot be held on the seventh day , that is, the exercise must be on the sixth day, that is, on the fifth day, it will be known that the exercise will be carried out on the sixth day; in turn, it can be deduced that there will be no surprise exercise in the next week that the Astartes do not know the date.

Tzeentch responded: "Replace the previous 'is true' with 'know'."

"Okay, okay... paradox can't defeat you, can it? You're adding more definition to the trick of language, so it's not a dead end."

For the Holy Lord of Knowledge and Wisdom, it can answer all questions that can be solved by human intelligence; and the riddles that Tzeentch can solve are naturally not a dead end.

But what if a problem definitely has no solution?

Morse took a few steps to the next blank wall, and carved new writing with the tip of the knife.

"Answering Downtime Questions."

He got a rather boring answer: "No solution."

Very well, no solution is also the answer. As a result, Tzeentch's solvable problems and unsolvable problems were all rejected one after another.

So, what kind of problem is a real dead end in the Crystal Maze, one that can start from the beginning and end the infinite possibilities allowed by infinite changes?

last question. Morse thought. Or a series of questions.

"Did you learn to feel joy from Elysium?" He stabbed the tip of his pen into the wall, "Or did you learn to grow your crystal tree from the Corrupted Garden? When your demons are angry, will the Blood God bless them?"

-This is a question that Tzeentch cannot answer, but it can be answered.

No matter how he answers, it will inevitably prove the contradiction between the essence and external manifestation of the power of the Dark Gods.

To be honest, if the Lord of Change is really willing to answer, this trip can even be considered as over-fulfilling the task.

Before Morse finished writing, the crystal in his hand suddenly shattered into ashes, and the half-written crystal wall itself fell into the unchanging mist to prevent other visitors from seeing it.

A small carving knife shining with golden light immediately appeared in Morse's palm. Before he carved a new character, the maze began to dissipate from under his feet. He fell from the skylight that might exist in the Crystal Castle and fell into a building made of the same material as the maze.

Morse grinned during the long fall, but there was not much smile.

He was sure that Tzeentch had given up on Magnus, and now that he was easily allowed to pass through the maze, it was more like a reward for him to change the fate of the Red Primarch.

Failure is harmless to the creator of fate, and its tricks never stop. Mors was not sure whether he should be happy for Magnus or feel unfortunate for another unlucky guy.

Out-of-control weird spires emerged from the twisted foundation, and colorful burning flames burned on every door and every corridor. All open doors may suddenly close or disappear in the next moment. At least during Mors' free fall, he saw at least ninety-nine changes in the building structure.

Even the most talented designers in the physical world may not be able to understand some of the structures of the fortress. Each of them is contrary to the thinking inertia that mortals have long cultivated in the material realm, and is only subordinate to Tzeentch's fickle grand ideas.

He finally landed in an endless library, where endless books and scrolls are treasured. This place is composed of many nine-sided corridors, and the number is obviously infinite. From any corridor, you can see the books on the upper and lower floors. The sides of each corridor are connected to nine long bookshelves.

Between the bookshelves, there are long ladders that are infinitely high and infinitely low. The floating dim lights shine on the constantly changing books. Each bookshelf faces nine mirrors, which are not loyal to the reproduction of appearances, and add nine times the infinity in the infinity.

Some brightly colored horror monsters hold books to maintain order in the library, and put parchments that contain fragments of all history, knowledge, thoughts, dreams and hopes from the past to the future where they think it is appropriate.

The great library that Magnus is proud of is not as small as the smallest corner here. If Morse has the ability to take a few photos here, he would not mind going back to disinfect the photos and show them to Magnus, urging Magnus to make some more creative changes to his Tizca Library.

I was not sober when I wrote the last version. It was my fault. I changed it. (kneeling)