Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Think about it.

Eh? You died, and then you came back to life. You remember everything from the moment you were born to the moment before you died. Resurrection from the dead is a great thing for some intelligent creatures who do not desire death, but sometimes there are good and bad things. A bad thing happened during the resurrection from the dead.

Just like in some movies and TV shows, when you are ready to come to the doorstep to meet your relatives and loved ones who you have not seen for a long time after resurrection from the dead, you find a strange scene. Another you replaces you. He looks exactly like you, with the same demeanor, height, appearance, clothes, etc., just like a copy and paste.

He is intimate with your wife at the doorstep, kisses his daughter's forehead, touches the head of his pet dog that shakes its head and tail at him, takes the coat handed over by his wife, drives your beloved car, and goes to the job you have been looking for for a long time...

Who is me, which one is me, is he me, or am I me. Which me is real, is he real, or am I real, this involves philosophical questions.

What would a normal creature with high intelligence feel when seeing the identical self? Calm? As it should be? Or unspeakable confusion and anger.

The scene before your eyes seemed like a nightmare-like distortion of reality. Your family and your life were taken away by an existence that was no different from yourself. Every scene seemed like an insult to your existence. That familiar smile and that intimate action ruthlessly revealed the break between you and your former life.

Anger, confusion, and a deep sense of deprivation intertwined, you fell into a deep questioning of your identity and value. Facing such a you, was jealousy rising in your heart, or a complete loss and isolation?

When Oriqi returned happily, what was his reaction when he saw another self? He didn't say it. He hid this key information, but Dakuus could feel the pain, confusion and numbness from his words and body movements. These emotions were not caused by the inability to take care of the Slann Demon Priest, but by seeing another Oriqi.

Dacus knew too much about the Lizardmen. Skinks, Chameleons, Lizardmen, and Giant Lizards were essentially biological robots, and the operating logic of the Lizardmen society was very abstract. At first glance, it looked like a hive consciousness, but he didn't think it was like that. However, he was not a philosopher, so he couldn't say specifically. Was the hive consciousness mixed with mechanical consciousness and Gestalt consciousness, or something else, or was it more like a company?

All is one?

One is all?

On the whole, the Slann Mage Priests were the think tanks of the hive, with the highest status and authority in the entire society. They had the central consciousness and might spend most of their time meditating, sleeping, and not caring about worldly affairs, but as long as they were there, they were the banner, bond, anchor, and spiritual beacon of the Lizardmen.

Because of them, there was a Lizardmen society. The Lizardmen society and the Dragon Islands, which are still operating in the continent of Lustria and the Southland Jungle, would have collapsed without them, and it was a fact that they would have been distorted and degenerated into beasts.

Skinks are similar to intelligent nodes, responsible for conveying the orders of the Slann Priests and performing some technical work. They can think and create. The creation of various things in the Lizardman society and the birth of the Sotek faith are the extension of their thoughts.

But their underlying logical structure is there. They will not question the Slann Priests or resist the Slann Priests. Even if the upper-level Slann Priests have problems, their underlying logical structure will make them find some other solutions. They will not stage a farce like a mutiny or rebellion, but they will conspire loudly or hold rallies to protest...

This is very contradictory, but not contradictory. They are a link in the operation of society, with independent consciousness, but no real freedom and independence. Individuals must obey the overall will most of the time and in most things, and serve the big plan.

In the continent of Lustria, some skinks will stay away from the temple city, build settlements in the jungle, or live a solitary life, such as living alone by the river and living on fishing and hunting. It seems free, but this freedom is restricted to a certain extent. They will also return to the temple city occasionally, or worship the ancient saints, or participate in festivals, or exchange and offer supplies, responding to the various needs of the lizardman society, more like a way of life.

Individually, the spirit lizards can think, be happy, feel pain, be angry, be afraid, and retreat. They have different personalities, like different clothes, and have their own views on diet and the use of weapons. They are inevitably in a violent mental fluctuation when they encounter the things that are replaced after resurrection.

But the Shilan magic priests are not affected by this. They belong to the body in the five elements, and the gods are outside the three realms. The world in their eyes is different and unique, just like people, cats, and dogs see the same things, and their understanding is very different.

There are many dimensions outside of physics, many of which are even imperceptible to the brain, let alone imagination. But the Shilan magic priests can understand the existence of these dimensions, see the vectors of mathematics and the influence of mathematics on higher dimensions, and think about and understand these things.

Perhaps... only a Slann Magic Priest with a unique mindset could come up with such a unique job, and it could only be done with two Slann Magic Priests as a foundation, after all, the Lizardmen needed the leadership of the Slann Magic Priests. They saw their other selves as another Slann Magic Priest, they were not individuals, but a group, a group that could influence each other and project their will onto each other, and individuals in this group were not that important.

Of course, there could be other reasons, such as the urgent need to survive.

Dacus looked at the three Slann magic priests in front of him. They were lined up in a straight line, and their bodies were almost exactly the same.

Each Slann magic priest was bulky and majestic, with dark blue and purple stripes on their skin, and a thick layer of fat that made them look like moving mountains, as if they were carved from the same mold. Fortunately, they were decorated with gold-plated wristbands on their hands and intricately decorated crowns inlaid with various precious gems.

But only the one in the middle had feathers on his decorations, while the others did not, and the curved animal horns stood in front of the crown, which was particularly eye-catching.

Dacus speculated that this should be number two or number three? As for number one, he disappeared in the process of one giving birth to two. The appearance of number two must be accompanied by the death of number one. If number one is not dead, where will number two and number three come from?

On the other side, two other Slann magic priests were floating in the air on what could barely be considered a chariot. Their bodies were larger, their skin was a darker green, and had delicate patterns. These patterns were like the trajectory of stars, circling around their bodies. Their facial lines were softer, their eyes were deep, and they showed elusive wisdom.

One of them was more luxuriously decorated, with a huge feather crown on his head, the feathers trembling slightly, as if resonating with something, and golden arm guards wrapped around his arms, with complex runes engraved on the arm guards, and visible energy constantly flowing.

There was no greeting between Shakspati? Azuma! Talanquin? The six Slann magic priests greeted each other the moment they saw each other.

After watching for a moment, Dakuus turned his head to look at Shakspati. In his impression, this Slann magic priest who was discovered and activated by him had always been very calm. But now... he could see a hint of surprise and confusion on Shakspati's frog face. Perhaps Azuma and Talanquin were too shocking.

"We are fighting death here, and we will always find each other again." Azuma, who was not sure how many times, looked at Dacus, as if he was looking at something that Dacus could not see, and then said with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"He recently lost a..."

"What happened?" The awkward self-introduction did not happen. The five Slann magic priests had already received his information and instructions from Shakspati. Dacus could see a hint of confusion and doubt on the faces of the Slann magic priests, but he didn't care. He didn't want to prove anything. After all, Shakspati was there, and he had a lot of things to deal with. He followed the topic.

"The city took him away, just like it took away many other creatures. The soul was caught in a strange vortex and lost, sometimes for a moment, sometimes forever."

Dacus didn't say anything this time, but he understood it. It was like welcoming a god? I issued a rescue commission, and the famous warriors went quickly.

The Slann Demon Priest is fragile, and the process of returning and appearing is uncontrollable. Specifically, it may be that he will be directly spawned in the monster pile, and he can't be welcomed even if he wants to. And this is physical and mental... Just like what the Slann Demon Priest said, he is gone directly. It can only be said that the failure rate of this job is high...

Just in the process of mutual communication, the surrounding scene has completed the transformation. Dakuus saw Orichi No. 1 standing not far away. It should be said that this feeling is really strange, even he, an outsider, feels strange, as if Orichi, who just left, did not really leave, and has always been by his side.

The whole scene is not like the ancient pyramid he is familiar with, but more like a magnificent library. The air is filled with the breath of old books and ancient scrolls, as if time has stopped here. In the center of the wide hall, huge stone bookshelves occupy most of the space, and the bookshelves are filled with heavy ancient books and scrolls.

The spiral steps spiral up and lead directly to the heights. The entrances of the steps are firmly guarded by the temple guards. These guards stood expressionlessly at key positions, as if they were integrated into the surroundings, not at all abrupt. Around, archways leading to balconies could be seen at intervals. These balconies were embedded high in the wall and led to the outside world. The interior of each balcony was extremely gorgeously decorated.

Thin books bound in red leather were neatly stacked on a bookshelf with golden edges. The covers of the books shone with golden light, as if each book recorded countless secrets. Next to it, a precision instrument with glittering lenses and slender brass tubes attracted his attention. Those lenses seemed to be able to project stars and other distant things into his eyes, and the brass tubes exuded an ancient luster, telling of their long age.

Rows of neatly arranged skulls were placed on a long stone table. Each skull had been carefully processed, and the bone surface was as smooth as jade. The forehead of the skull was marked with numbers or hieroglyphs recording the date.

On the sturdy workbench near the wall, a series of glass artifacts of various shapes were displayed. These artifacts shone with a strange light, as if each contained the echoes and secrets of countless years. The stone slabs were randomly piled up everywhere, some of which were covered with dense hieroglyphics. An iron ball was embedded on the pedestal, and the surface was filled with various knives. Each knife was unique. Some of the blades were curved like a crescent, and some were carved with complex patterns. Each one was a unique masterpiece.

"Your collection... is really huge." After looking around, Dacus said with emotion.

“Our research took me down strange and diverse paths.”

"What is that? Some kind of toy?"

A strange square attracted Darkus' attention. Is it a fractal maze? But more like a prison, designed to ensnare the unwary, and as he got closer, he could see a humanoid trudging through a maze of mirrored glass.

"he……?"

"Yes, caught, trapped forever. This is just one piece of it, and we have to reassemble the entire maze before we can possibly free him."

"I doubt he even knows that, and I hope so."

The Slann Demon Priests sang in harmony, and there was sadness and pathos in their words, as if they resonated with the trapped humanoid creatures. After all, they were also trapped. Why weren't they trapped in the cube, surrounded by the outside world? Observing from a certain position.

Darkus did not waste too much energy on the trapped creatures. He came here to obtain information. First, he had to understand the operating logic of this ghost place. Only by understanding this matter could he formulate a specific plan. , in order to survive here, deal with things as quickly as possible and leave here.

Otherwise... he feels that this city will swallow him up. He may not be interested in being a king in this ghost place, and he doesn't like to see another self or kill another self.

"Where are these?" he asked, pointing to some books.

"A key."

"It's unlike any key I've ever seen." A confused look appeared on Darkus' face.

"How many types of keys have you seen?"

"I see."

This time the five Slann Demon Priests did not say anything, but all pointed to a balcony.

Darkus went to the balcony, where there was a huge device made of brass and dark wood, sitting on an iron tripod. He stood on tiptoe and peered into the eyepiece, adjusting several of the strange knobs and levers that ran along its length.

While twisting, he was muttering in his mind. After the Slann Demon Priest came here, his life and behavior changed. Using this kind of telescope that can only be seen in human society, for the lizard people...

However, he can also understand that there are no stars here to provide divination, sleep and meditation, and it is too dangerous for spiritual consciousness to be exposed here. If you are poor, you will want to change.

"There is no day or night here, just eternal dusk, balanced on a knife's edge, a moment spanning eternity."

“From the moment the first piece of shadow glass is made, to the moment the last piece is destroyed.”

"This place is a mystery in many ways."

"Beyond death."

"A nightmare."

"Very poetic!" Darkus summed up the words of the five Slann Demon Priests.

After adjusting, he looked out through the telescope. At first, he saw only a shadow in the sky that stretched into the curtain of eternal dusk. The city itself, his city, was crumbling from the edge like a piece of dirt floating in a river. The city's smog is reflected from hundreds of angles, upwards, sideways, and vertically downwards. It's like someone broke a mirror and then put it right again without repairing the cracks.

Through the telescope, he watched the streets unfold, stretch, and then curl back again, sending clouds of mist into the air. He could hear the ever-changing roar in the distance, towers swaying like leaves, buildings cracking like overripe fruit to reveal new shapes of stone and glass growing within, like giant bones, or Spiral towers that bend in too many directions at once.

The telescope moved under the guidance of a Slann magic priest. He watched the streets bend back and the buildings spread out like stones. Alleys and alleys were reflected and doubled, roads stretched into nothingness, and the city changed in ways he couldn't understand. He watched a tower fall and move, taking on some vast and terrible shape, something meeting his gaze and looking back tenfold through the ages.

That thing was not looking at him, but looking right through him, down to the root of his soul, seeing him stripped of all pretense and rationalization.

"There are things swimming in the dark out there, huge things...bigger than any sea monster or leviathan. It's a bit like being in a coral reef, isn't it? We are those little things, the fish and worms that live there, And those things, well, they swim around and around, waiting for the small fish to try to leave the coral reef, and what will happen next?" Darkus, who was no longer looking at the telescope, turned around and asked. He felt a little uncomfortable and tried to suppress it. Burning bile in the back of your throat.

"Coral reefs are changing, and every time the tide goes out there's less of them and what's left is harder to identify."

"I have drawn five thousand five hundred and thirty-seven maps of the south and west parts of the city, and they are all different, some only differing by a street or two. Others..."

"The city is full of secret lanes and mysterious tunnels."

"Was it touched by Chaos? Has this place been corrupted?" Darkus said while feeling itchy in his chest. In his opinion, this place was even more evil than Nurgle's Garden.

"Yes."

"There is a being who lives here, takes over this place, tears the city out of the realms, and makes the city drift between realms."

"The city has been floating here, in this ethereal space. The city has begun to change, becoming something more powerful than before. It has become something beyond recognition." A Slann magic priest said while pointing. distance.

Darkus turned around and saw a huge statue standing in the middle of the city, taller than the tallest tower. Even without a telescope, he could see a shadowed giant sitting on an obsidian throne, wearing ancient armor.

"Who built something like this?"

"No one, it is said, appeared out of the blue."

"The first night, after the curse fell."

“There are many more similar, smaller, scattered throughout the city.

"Watching and waiting."

"What are you waiting for?" Darkus asked himself. "I guess, waiting for what happened in the city to end?"

"The city is changing. I don't know what it will become, and I suspect that existence doesn't know either." The Slann Demon Priest's voice trembled for the first time.

Darkus looked back at the statue, wondering whether it was an illusion or what. For a moment, the statue's eye sockets seemed to be flashing with flames. After seeing him, the statue smiled. This smile made him feel cold, and he instinctively showed his middle finger.

"A god?"

"Or part of God?"

“Wander the glass path, watching, listening.”

"How to kill him?" Darkus asked a key question.

"have no idea……"

"Then how do you get out of here?" Darkus felt that he was getting irritable.

"The gate and the key, the way out of this place."

"But it was broken and scattered all over the place."

"We can't afford to rebuild it."

"perhaps……"

A very abstract image appeared in Darkus' mind, a world and a half, a place that did not exist, and could go anywhere with shadowed glass. Feel nothing, taste nothing. A shadow-like existence, many people trapped here have gone crazy.

"This place will devour our bodies and minds. It's interesting. It's not as good as a pig or a dog. Find Renn first, and then we'll do something." He understood that this ghost place was like a place where poisonous insects were raised, and he seemed to understand that. Existence is nothing. The Destroyer, after cultivating Gu, transformed into a disruptor eager to break the ancient balance of the power of destruction.

This may be the other world, or it may be a certain realm, or it may be a place in Isil that is not noticed by the Chaos Gods. Of course it's not important. What's important is that it was really Tzeentch's plan to kill someone with a knife, and he seemed to have figured out the context of the whole thing. He turned and spoke to Shakspati, who had remained silent, his voice echoing in the air of the room.

"No, you are too important. If you die, all your efforts will be wasted and the big plan will fail." Shakespati saw Darkus' determination and he dissuaded him.

"There is a place."

"Needs exploration."

"Where?" Darkus asked.

"The Tomb of Mosquet."

"No!" Darkus refused.

"Ren?"

"There is no conflict."

"He is the Singularity."

"He is the intersection." (End of chapter)