Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

His eyes travel across the realms of mortals, searching and searching for everything that exists. He sees everything, He sees through the living and the dead, non-human and inanimate creatures, and He sees through beings that flicker in the shadows.

The body was placed on the funeral pyre and coins fell from its eyelids. The statue's stone eyeballs were glistening with dust, silently watching everything around it. The eyes of warriors, assassins, kings, and all miserable beings are the windows of the soul through which He watches and thinks. He could even see it telepathically. Behind his face, dark scenes were playing, past memories were being stirred up, secrets were being kept, and fantasies were being imagined.

A visual feast.

He is immersed in numerous realms and transcendent realms of existence.

Life and death, and everything in between, play out before Him like an unpleasant fiction.

To Him, all this is both reality and illusion, both eternity and moment. He dances in endless knowledge and trickery, weaves the web of destiny, and controls everything in the world.

Children are born, and their cries echo with those of their mothers who had just cried. The men roared and groaned in agony, speaking to Him their secrets and most desperate thoughts. Kings and beggars agonized over what they could not get, while the beasts that roamed around them knew only a moment of being alive.

In these realms, these poor mortals know only the exigencies of their world and their miserable condition within it, they cannot be as omniscient as He is.

His sight is not just to see, but to understand and control. The pain and despair of mortals are just temporary fluctuations in His eyes. He sees the boundary between the truth and illusion of the universe, and sees the endless possibilities and the beauty of change.

Rugged and hilly terrain that resembles the crest of a giant wave, the Rotlands are an undulating land littered with rotting flesh and bones. Ribs cracked, dirty cloth torn, rotting flesh reduced to a watery mush suffocated by maggots around the boots.

Yet despite the stench of death, the land is teeming with life.

Fat flies covered the sea of ​​corpses, filling and filling them with their buzz. Rats swarm among the dead bodies, gnawing, burrowing and enlarging their putrid nests. As He looked across the body, crows were feeding on carrion and flies, hopping, swooping and circling around the body.

The plague of carrion birds is so severe that they obscure the horizon ahead. Larger scavengers crawled up and down the piles, tearing the yellowed flesh from the carcasses and crunching the marrow from the bones.

The soul disappears into a pit of chewed flesh, screaming towards death. The terrifying creature that smelled the fresh smell rushed out of the corpse, chewed the rotting corpse with its wide mouth, and rushed out of the giant's corpse like a monster from the deep sea. The arms and legs were merely used to propel it through the remains of a dead body, its skin slimy with decay. It stagnated there for a moment, then ejected a stream of half-digested rot into the sky.

The place was undoubtedly sacred to Nurgle, but he did not like it, and the stench soaked his nonexistent hair, and the stench stained his nonexistent lips.

His sight passed over again, showing him a jagged crack in the world. Surrounding the crack was an arch inlaid with gems, which emitted the strange light of hard diamonds. This leads directly to His palace and is the entrance to the Crystal Labyrinth. The huge crystal around the door shone menacingly, as if alive, with curiosity, pride and malice in its eyes.

He walked through corridors full of hissing sounds that exuded dark intentions, and he saw luxurious rooms, writhing lairs, and stagnant ruins. Time almost stood still, but it was flowing quickly. Every twist, turn, fatal fall is dedicated to Him, danger lurks in the dreamlike depths, hot monsters twist with tentacles, struggle to maintain their form, spitting fire from mouths and limbs, all of which Not only did everything roar through the hallways and rooms, it scorched the very nature of reality itself.

His sight passed through the heat, light and sound, and came to one corridor after another. Here was the embodiment of darkness and magnificence, a huge forest of pillars reaching up to the ceiling, each pillar carved with screaming faces of terror. It was faint at first, the sound of flapping wings and the quacking of crows, then it grew louder and roaring, and suddenly they were everywhere.

Crows swarmed through the pillars from all directions and flew into the distance, and He followed the roar of the birds until He disappeared from the end of the corridor.

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At the center of the Crystal Maze, in this place beyond time, Carlos Fateweaver stared intently at the flames in front of him. Its strange light reflected in its four eyes, causing both of its faces to wrinkle. .

"This obsession with the present rather than the past bothers me," one head said to the other.

"Or the future? It has to be, I have to bear the pain of the moment."

In the flames, the image of Darkus rippled, fighting the demon of Nurgle.

"How fearless, how heroic," the head on the left said in a grotesque tone.

"If they knew what he was thinking, they would tear him to pieces, but they can't. Their mistake was to think that his ambitions were as limited as their own, that their horizons were not broad enough."

"I'm talking about his plan, and of course, it's my plan too."

"When I look back, I see his plans are more significant than mine." The other head replied.

"When I look forward, I see my plans, my victories, not his."

"A lot must be done to bend fate to my will, he has wasted too much to save his meaningless mortal life."

"It is the master's plan!" A head shrugged, urging its shoulders.

"Of course."

"Of course."

In the flames, the battle continued.

"What do I see?" asked the head that saw the past, which had no foresight.

"He will succeed, but it will take more time, more time! The hunt cannot be stopped, but it can be postponed!" The other head whispered with his eyes closed.

"How to do this?"

"He must be replenished, time, the most precious thing, he must have more time."

"I must get rid of those who hate me?"

"I will."

"Must ask for favors."

"I will remind those who owe me debts." The other head, with its eyes open, comforted.

Carlos waved his hand, and a colorful flame gushed out from the front of it, and multi-spectral light shot out from the portal in response.

"Done."

"Done."

Daquus, who had chopped down a plague apostle, stopped. He found that the Nurgle war group had stopped and focused his eyes behind him. He keenly sensed the changes in the air, quickly retreated to a safe distance, turned and looked back. The scene behind him was completely different from the beginning, as if the whole world was rewoven in an instant.

The courtyard appeared out of thin air, torn out of the void, leading to a maze of passages and walls. The walls were unstable, torn by the power of magic, and flashed strange lights everywhere. The passage twisted and changed, as if it was changing shape and direction at any time, and its true location could not be determined. Time lost its meaning here, sometimes it seemed to flow slowly, and sometimes it seemed to rush quickly. Various colors intertwined together to form a colorful spectrum, as if telling endless secrets and conspiracies.

In this chaotic and disordered space, a huge portal slowly appeared, emitting an ominous glow. The air around the portal twisted and deformed, as if it could not bear the weight of its existence. Inside the portal, a strange vision of another world could be vaguely seen, a realm full of chaos and change, and the visions in it were difficult for mortal eyes to look directly.

From the portal, a tall figure slowly walked out. Feathers rustled in the shadows, and broad wings raised a gust of wind, a dry bird song and a strong smell of magic drifted with the wind.

The figure walking out of the portal raised the chaos of the entire space to a new level, its body constantly changing shape and color, unable to be fixed in a certain form. With every step, the air around it trembled, time twisted around it, and reality became fragile in front of it.

Two huge and heavy heads took shape and slowly rose, like a terrible, twisted bird. The unnaturally large, heavy and curved beak gleamed in the shadows, dazzling colors. Rows of sharp teeth like daggers gleamed, the length of a human forearm, and a long tongue flickered flexibly between the teeth.

Its eyes suddenly opened and bloomed with bright and disturbing colors. It looked around and took a deep breath of real air. With each breath, it twisted reality around it. It raised its scaly arms high, and energy surged and shimmered around it, reshaping itself with every second.

The abomination, the Lord of Change, had come, and it had come in great force.

The Lord of Change was one of the deadliest and most mysterious creatures in the world, spoken of in whispers only by elven spellcasters in the heart of the White Tower of Hoth. To witness it was to gaze upon a world gone mad, all sanity crumbling before its presence.

The huge, unblinking eye cast a malevolent gaze across the scene, sweeping over everything, bringing a cold storm as its gaze passed. Even from this distance, Daxus could see the ring of light swirling around the pupil, as if it held countless secrets and tricks.

Lightning crackled around the Lord of Change, and the burning flames gradually extinguished, replaced by an unnatural sapphire light. The huge wings stretched out to both sides, emitting a strange and changing purple-blue luster, and each feather was telling of chaos and disorder. The huge wings slowly and cautiously unfolded, and every flap brought a strong magical fluctuation, and the whole space was trembling.

Daquus smacked his lips. Strictly speaking, this was his first time to get close to the Lord of Change, and the feeling was completely different from before. Moreover, the one who came was even more heavyweight, with two heads... There is no doubt that among the Lords of Change under Tzeentch, only Carlos Fateweaver had two heads.

"Come on, brothers! We have a great cause to accomplish!" Carlos raised his staff and shouted hoarsely with his two beaks.

The portals opened one after another, and seven Lords of Change walked out of the gap in the wall. They walked slowly like Lao Deng with a stable body, and their forms were different.

One had bright magenta feathers, one was very fat and looked difficult to fly, and one was skinny. One was covered in shimmering feathers, another was flickering and blurry, and yet another was ablaze with colour.

The curious Darkus knew a little bit about the All-Changing Demon Lord. For example, the one who was so colorful and flashy must be Amon Jegai. His characteristics were too obvious.

There is also a long, somewhat black one, with a beak that is curved like a sickle, and swells with changes, like a gathering storm. The scale-covered legs swell with energy, and the pillar-like limbs sparkle with tiny gems, forming a skin of gleaming sapphires and diamonds. The body stretched and twisted, and the feathers folded.

Hundreds of eyes blinked from the mottled chest, no two the same color, their size and shape changing with every breath. Wings stretched out from the eagle's back, white flames flashed between its wings, almost as transparent as glass, and they jingled like little bells as they opened.

There is no doubt that this is Isnizlik, and the characteristics are equally obvious.

Well... he knew about the others, but he couldn't match them, such as "Maze Warden" Ejik, "Eternal Watch" Thasorel, Tsarariado, etc.

Tsarariado is a bit humorous. During the siege of Hesiota near the end, it appeared in the spawning pool, preparing to turn the spawning pool into the Pit of Sorrow, that is, to carry out corruption and perform rituals to summon new ones. Many demons come to assist the attackers. Then, the legendary chameleon Osiotan was waiting for it there. When it appeared, it was taken away by the darts shot by Osiotan...

Although he couldn't get the number right, it didn't stop him from making a wild guess. The one who was too fat to fly should be "Silver Claw" Chasen? In the End Time, Chasen obeyed Archaon's orders. The reason why he thought the fat one was Chasen was because he was good... No, it was because Chasen was better at melee combat than the other brothers. In the endless great war, Chasen killed everyone through close combat more than once. The impure ones, give the great impure ones a little shock of the All-Changing Demon Lord.

Chasen relished every victory, sometimes taking a small bone from the loser as proof of victory. But instead of wearing the trophies on his body, he placed them in the center of the crystal maze. It is said that this is how the Bone Clock Treasure House was built. In addition, Silver Claw, its claws are also unusual.

He really didn't know the others. If he guessed correctly, Sheila Gertru should be among these eight.

Shiragtru is the ever-changing demon king who guards the Hammer of Sigmar. He was recently exiled by the allied forces of elves, humans and dwarves, and should now return to his position.

Carlos Fateweaver, Amon Jage, Ejik, Thasorel, Tsarariado, Chasen, Shiragtru, Isnizilik, there are exactly eight, they should be numbered correctly ?

Darkus didn't know either, and it wasn't important.

Carlos had no intention of doing a roll call, it would be better not to sing, because the names of these ever-changing demons would hurt the hearts of mortals. Even spellcasters who are proficient in occultism and demonology cannot resist it. After hearing it, there is a high probability that they will be held upright and unable to move until they scream.

Soon he suddenly realized something, shouldn't it be nine? Why are there only eight?

"Nine of us are too strong?" He joked to himself. Eight came, and it turned out to be nine. He is the ninth being, the Chosen One of Tzeentch, who is as good as the Demon Lord.

The seven ever-changing demon lords hoarsely chanted incomprehensible languages, or talked to each other in indescribable words. Their conversation is that of a madman and a genius, they are geniuses among madmen, madmen among geniuses, and reality itself cannot resist them.

Darkus turned around and lifted Veszar up, pointing at the Nurgle war group. Skill: Fox's Pretense of Tiger's Power, activated! He knew very well why these Changing Demon Lords appeared here. They were definitely not here to beat him, at least until the Nurgle war group was wiped out. After that...

The skill seemed to have been activated successfully, and the formation of Nurgle's battle group seemed more and more chaotic in front of him. Perhaps in the eyes of Nurgle's servants, he was waving the divine sword to drive the All-Changing Demon King to attack, and the power of the fox and the tiger reached its peak for a moment.

However, the All-Changing Demon Lords did not pay attention to Darkus's actions. After they glanced at Darkus speechlessly, they passed by Darkus in various strange ways. Their bodies are constantly shifting in the air and on the ground, time and space making way for them. The All-Changing Demon Lord at the front raised his staff. The staff was inlaid with sparkling gems, and the gems seemed to contain the entire universe.

As the staff was raised high, a dazzling light shot out from the top of the staff, penetrating the air and pointing directly at the Nurgle war group. In an instant, the plague carriers at the front of the Nurgle war group were hit by invisible forces, and their bodies began to tremble violently. Then, with shrill screams, their bodies quickly collapsed, exploded, and turned into colorful of particles.

These particles fly in the air as if they are alive, carrying strange light and energy, forming beautiful and strange patterns in the air. Colorful particles rotate and hover in the air, gradually converging into strips of light, weaving a huge web. In the center of the net, the eyes of the All-Changing Demon King shine with cold and wise light, mocking all forces trying to resist.

The fighting started again after a brief pause, but Darkus felt like there was nothing left for him here? He became an OB.

Carlos, who did not immediately join the fight, crouched down, then suddenly jumped up, his huge wings clumsily and powerfully beating the air. After landing not far from Darkus, there was a heavy muffled sound on the ground. Its back and limbs were bent, and it continued to crouch, its wings stretched out like curtains in the dark, and a crazy smile appeared on the grotesque bird's face, which was both crazy and terrifying.

To Darkus, Carlos behaved strangely, hunched over like an old man, his movements clumsy and fragile, but exuding a chilling sense of menace.

There is no doubt that this is the embodiment of terror, a gleaming presence of cruelty and perversion, something abhorrent yet undeniably beautiful.

It was hard to look straight, and when Darkus tried to look directly at Carlos, he found that his eyes couldn't focus. Carlos's form is constantly changing, colors and shapes leaping across his field of vision, and he is experiencing a different state of existence at every moment. Still, his instincts did not prompt him to run away, nor did his limbs freeze with fear. On the contrary, he vaguely saw the dimension belonging to Carlos. The aura of that dimension was like a distorted mirror image, reflecting the essence of Carlos.

He knew only too well what Kalos was, a fragment of infinite madness and terror, the embodiment of change, the essence of chaos. He could see it all and feel the endless chaos and disorder.

Carlos looked down at Darkus, his terrifying and deep eyes containing the weight of the past, present and future, as well as all the knowledge and malice of a true master of pure magic, wisdom and madness coexisting.

Magical winds flowed in great swaths around it, and the air shimmered and buzzed with the power of magic. Pure energy spurted out from its body, and the surrounding environment was distorted and deformed by the impact of this force.

So much so that Darkus' equipment shone with dazzling light, bathed in the wave of pure chaos coming from the Great Demon. Carlos's endlessly changing forms and malicious gaze were like countless cold needles piercing his soul. Surrounded by this power, he felt like he was in a space full of infinite possibilities, every inch of the air All are filled with danger and opportunity.

"Carlos, am I handsome?" Darkus said calmly. He did not try to hide the fear in his voice, nor did he cover it up with sharp arrogance, only calm.

"I saw."

"I saw."

Carlos' two heads responded simultaneously.

"Did you see it?" Darkus asked.

"I saw it," one of Carlos' heads responded.

"What did you see?" Darkus said with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"There is a light in the darkness."

"Light is but a flash of light, a spark of flint, a stroke of lightning. It shall pass; darkness is eternal."

"I'm so tired talking to you." Darkus was speechless. He found that he had met his opponent.

He knew that Carlos's right brain could clearly see the possibilities of the future. No conspiracy could escape the sight of the future. Tomorrow's infinite possibilities would crystallize into irrefutable facts, while Carlos' left brain could clearly see the future possibilities. See the past without prejudice.

The vision of the past and the future pulsating in a shriveled, twisted body is valuable but also costly. Neither of Carlos's heads could see the present, the passage of time, only events that were about to happen or events that had already passed.

He said that, but in practice... he found it difficult, and it was quite difficult.

"everywhere."

"everywhere."

Darkus didn't respond because he knew that the same words coming out of Carlos's two heads were completely opposite.

"It's here, so close."

"It's there too, just out of reach."

The reptile in front of Darkus spoke in a series of hisses and rattles.

"Stop riddles."

"I only tell the truth."

"I only tell the truth."

Carlos' two heads responded simultaneously.

"You're not good at this, you should stick to lies, they are more convincing." Darkus spread his hands and shrugged.

"I know everything, don't I?"

"I am the Oracle."

"I am the Oracle."

Carlos' two heads said in unison.

"They are always fools," Carlos said, pointing to the Nurgle warherd in the distance.

"That's so stupid."

"How did you know to guess it?"

"Same problem!" said one head.

"I'll give you the same answer," the other head responded.

"Are we okay?"

"of course!"

"?" Darkus was stunned. He found that he didn't seem to have a chance to speak? Carlos's two heads started talking in unison. (End of chapter)