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In some corner of this galaxy, the Tzeentch Archdemons are intently preparing a secret ritual. Their eerie figures appear and disappear in the darkness, inspiring fear in all who behold them.

At the same time, Chen Huijie decisively ordered the Terra fleet to evacuate from the star system.

She knew the terror of Tzeentch the Great and was unwilling to put her fleet in unknown danger, especially since they were no longer needed.

She understood the principle that when gods fight, mortals suffer.

The Tzeentch demons seemed indifferent to the departure of the Terran fleet, watching it sail further and further away until it disappeared into the vast universe.

This eerie atmosphere sent chills down the spines of everyone on board the warship.

No one knew what Tzeentch was planning, and no one dared to guess his intentions.

After the Terran fleet completely departed, the landscape of the galaxy began to undergo astonishing changes.

Blue subspace energy spread through the galaxy like surging waves, seemingly threatening to devour everything.

The winds of change sweep across the galaxy, bringing endless variables and uncertainties.

The light of the stars also became strangely bright, sometimes dazzling, and sometimes dim.

Its color constantly shifts between nine hues, as if telling some unspeakable secret.

Moreover, the volume of stars is constantly changing, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, which is astonishing.

In this ever-changing galaxy, nothing is constant. Fragments of knowledge, recording knowledge, drift in the surge of energy, like lone boats in the universe, teetering on the brink of capsizing in raging storms.

Behind these fragments, a group of knowledge-hungry demons are desperately chasing after them, trying to seize these precious fragments in this ever-changing space.

As time went by, one "island" after another suddenly emerged from the void.

These "islands" are not ordinary celestial bodies, but towering soaring towers of sorcerers, radiating a mysterious light.

Finally, a colossal palace slowly rose from the star of this galaxy.

Its appearance was like a miracle, as if it had always been hidden among the stars, waiting to be discovered.

This palace is magnificent and full of an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, which makes people curious and awe about the secrets hidden within.

On each island stands a demon lord with a human body and a crow's head, capable of countless transformations.

They held aloft their staffs, which shimmered with an eerie light, and chanted incantations, praising the great saintly villain.

This is the battlefield that Tzeentch's Advent carefully prepared for Kirsa.

He knew his opponent in this battle inside and out, yet the course of fate was unpredictable.

Even someone as powerful as Tzeentch cannot foresee the future trajectory of this galaxy.

Meanwhile, the Terran fleet that had left the star system suddenly encountered an unexpected situation—the Event Horizon Needle suddenly appeared outside the star system!

Compared to their opponents, the entire fleet was nothing more than a tiny, moving speck of dust.

Although Tzeentch possesses immense power, he is unable to see beyond the galaxy.

He was equally unaware that Kirsajarn had already positioned his Vision Needle in front of him, ready to strike.

Because Tzeentch's previous plans were interrupted by Kil's Saga, the results of the rituals performed by the Shapeshifters were drastically altered.

What was supposed to be a meticulously planned grand ceremony has now become far removed from the original vision, and can even be said to be completely different.

On each island, a chilling subspace fluctuation permeates the air, with readings so high they are astonishing.

These sorcerer towers, each a multiple of nine, resemble mysterious pyramids and together form a massive magic array across the galaxy.

If it were the old Kirsarge, she would definitely have needed to spend a lot of time and energy dealing with such a huge ceremony.

However, with the help of the Vision Needle, the situation is quite different now.

“Extract the mass of the universe, peel off this region, and make it an independent space.”

With Kearsarge's command, the original star system vanished without a trace, leaving only a celestial body resembling a rift.

This newly formed celestial body is like a scar in the universe, or a hollow existence, and it seems out of place with its surroundings.

"Delete inertia".

Kilsagh then issued a second order.

In an instant, the islands that were moving suddenly stopped, as if they had been frozen in place.

In this ever-changing galaxy, immutability becomes an incongruous presence.

Due to these changes in conditions, the ritual constructed by countless ever-changing demon lords and Tzeentch's descending forms quickly showed signs of collapse.

“Circular magic circles are not easy to calculate, now π…”

"Equals 3".

The sound seemed to come from nothingness, yet it was so clear and audible.

The originally complex and precise circular magic circle seemed to have been ripped out of its soul, collapsing instantly.

The countless demon lords watched this scene in horror. They suddenly realized that their knowledge was no longer correct, and mathematics had lost its meaning at this moment.

"What an amazing change!" Tzeentch's avatar murmured to himself, gently stroking his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Now, no matter how He calculates it, pi is equal to 3. This mathematical constant, which was originally regarded as eternal and unchanging, has undergone such a huge change.

"Quack! My knowledge! Why is this happening?!"

"Gah! Wrong! Wrong! Everything is wrong!"

The ever-changing demon lords screamed in terror, unable to accept this fact. Years of accumulated knowledge were now completely overturned, leaving them utterly bewildered.

Their cries were filled with despair and anger, because these changes were completely beyond their comprehension.

However, in stark contrast to the panic of the ever-changing demon lords, Tzeentch's descent remained unusually calm. He seemed to be contemplating the reasons behind all these changes and their consequences.

"Change, change, yet nothing changes..." Tzeentch's avatar murmured, as if comprehending some profound philosophy.

"The speed of light is too slow. Now, the speed of light is a hundred times slower."

Originally, the speed of light was a constant value, but now, as if by magic, it has instantly soared to 3000 million kilometers per second.

The consequences of this change were disastrous.

The heat increased dramatically with the change in the speed of light, and the islands near the star were instantly engulfed in flames.

A large number of the ever-changing demon lords perished in this sudden disaster; they had no time to react before being consumed by the high temperature and flames.

The battlefield meticulously prepared by Tzeentch's descent was also severely damaged in an instant.

The originally planned tactics and strategies became useless due to the sudden change in the universal laws.