This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 60: The Tzeentch brothers are cute, and new cards are entering the pool!
"Arthur!"

Ramses' voice rang out over the traverser's communication channel.

He completely destroyed the teleportation spell, removed the wizard's psychic shield, and signaled his companions to shut this guy up.

What’s going on with this guy? Is the blessing given to him by Tzeentch the ability to see through his true name? How come he is so accurate in opening the box?

They didn’t write “I am xxx” on their faces, so how could you tell it at a glance?

If they continue like this, how will they survive in the empire in the future?
Ramses subconsciously scanned the surroundings through his demonic vision, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no one who shouldn't be there.

Then they couldn't help but feel fortunate that Arthur had monopolized the intelligence work of this ship. At least now they didn't have to worry about whether this information would be recorded and uploaded by the sound array system.

"receive."

Snapped!
The mirror fell again and jumped up again. After dealing with all the guards, the knight turned around, and his eyepiece glowed scarlet.

Another close stab.

The frost-wrapped staff unexpectedly collided with the sword, and the wizard's huge body was directly blown away.

The terrifying suppressive force came again, and the offensive and defensive combat mode made it impossible for the wizard to find any chance to fight back. He could only rely on the power of the omen to hold on.

So what if it can be a foreshadowing?
click -

Leaving aside the long staff that pierced the breastplate, the protective stance fulfilled its duty perfectly.

The rigid, impersonal chopping strike came again.

Given the absolute gap, the collision between the two will only have one result.

boom!
With an unusually sharp and crisp sound, the crystal scepter shattered in the ninth collision between the two weapons.

The knight swung his sword.

With one sword, he cut off both arms, leaving him no way to counterattack.

He cut off both his legs with one sword, leaving him with no way to escape.

A sword shattered his throat, rendering it impossible for him to utter blasphemous words.

At this moment, the Word Bearer wizard, who was still falling in mid-air, finally discovered that all the fragments of the mirror reflected the same picture -

His failure.

At the same time, the wild laughter of the Lord of Change came from the mysterious Supreme Heaven.

It was a mystery that had been impossible to uncover until now, and now it was finally revealed, a surprise.

"Change, this is a change that we cannot even glimpse."

The Lord of Change exclaimed.

He watched the reality from the throne of the Ninefold Temple of Lies, through the eyes of the reckless wizard.

The joy brought by the wizard's defeat was like a needle prick, and the four figures that were glimpsed were an unprecedented surprise to him.

When He used His ninety thousand compound eyes to observe the four people for 0.09 seconds, He was also observing the 0.09 moments that each 99 seconds was divided into.

Every moment unfolds a labyrinth of thoughts within the Crystal Divine Realm, where all possibilities run.

The silent knight and the confident and introspective wizard, the furious warrior and the strategic general.

There are those who are corrupted, awakened, self-destructive, and even those who pollute the Supreme Heaven.
Then, without hesitation or hesitation, he spread this information to the gods.

Almost in an instant, the other three gods all understood the significance of the cursed one forcibly opening up a channel in the warp.

The being who had recovered twenty treasures from the Warp now hid four new prizes.

The four gods glanced at the ascended demon primarch beside them.

The Four Gods will never sit idly by!
Their emotions created a turbulent wave in the warp, diluting the approaching shadows a little.

The Lord of Change watched all this with satisfaction.

He is weaving a web in which even He Himself will get lost.

Because He only glimpsed these figures and could not see their future.

Those so-called futures were merely simulations based on the remaining fragments, and no one could guarantee whether they were true. However, this did not prevent the Lord of Change from generously sharing this information.

The twisted body continuously grew tongues that chanted contradictory futures, and what Tzeentch enjoyed was not the fulfillment of prophecies, but the fatal confidence that grew in mortals and even gods after learning "partial truths."

Just like the Inquisitor who is holding the head of the ancient race at this moment, he firmly believes that he is still in control of the situation.

How lovely, that little bit of despair caused by self-deception.

His joy never comes from victory, but from the imbalance created by information gap in every interaction between life.

As the gods begin to scramble for the inheritance of the damned, he is carving every detail of this struggle into part of his plan.

Every decision is a lie, every lie is a container for a higher truth, and what spills out when every container breaks is not an answer but a more hidden plan.

As gods and mortals rejoiced over "seeing through Tzeentch's plan," he was using their self-satisfaction to inject the river of wisdom flowing beneath his throne.

Countless years later, perhaps a god or a human will glimpse the "Plot of Tzeentch", but by then, the treasure of the cursed will have entered its own labyrinth.

Then He will curl up in the shadow of the Golden Throne, tasting the bitter wine brewed by the cursed one's momentary hesitation.

He looked at his ever-changing scroll with satisfaction, which was filled with contradictory processes.

“It’s all part of the plan.”

Then, he saw the Lord of Brass in the High Heaven roaring in surprise, and watched the God of War stand up from the throne first. Blood beads rolled down the brass axe, reflecting eight layers of reflections.

Each reflection is a tombstone to the planet's future possibilities.

And He wrote the ending of the story in the cracks of the scroll.

"Hehe, everything is going according to plan."

"Sure enough, I was seen."

Ramses' voice rang out over the team's intercom.

"Have we entered the Four Gods' field of vision?"

Arthur picked up the wizard's prepared body and thought to himself that he was too slow in chopping him.

"Well, considering that the Emperor could spy on us through the nuns before, the Four Gods can also see us through the eyes of their believers. As the God of Wisdom, Tzeentch is naturally much more perceptive than the other three gods."

Ramses watched what was happening in the highest heavens.

It seems Tzeentch has spread the news of their existence, and now the Four Gods are all quite busy.

He secretly intercepted several messages and found that they were all futures compiled by Tzeentch.

He casually sent it to Romulus.

"That's fake! This guy uses known data to calculate. His understanding of us is limited to how we appear to others. I can get the same results for a pair of terms."

After a few seconds, Romulus' voice sounded and gave the answer.

"So it was Tzeentch who spread the false news to deceive the brothers, right?"

Karna couldn't help but grumble under his breath.

"Why does it look like several people are drawing from the same card pool, then tricking others into giving them a guaranteed minimum?"

“Are there any specific risks?”

Arthur couldn't help but ask.

"The Four Gods can't see us. We have difficulty communicating with the Emperor. Naturally, the Four Gods can't directly project their power to affect us. We just need to treat them as normal enemies."

"Rather than worrying about them, we should worry about whether the planet will be eaten by bugs."

Khorne is still searching in the Warp, which looks quite funny.

Ramses ended his observation and then comforted everyone.

"Don't worry, everything is as expected."

(End of this chapter)