Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 421: Fate Weaver: Two VIP Guests of the Crystal Maze~
Underground secret room hall.

The roar of construction machinery is endless.

"God bless you, we have to finish this before the deadline..."

The architect was directing the workers to build a small church building.

He was fully engaged, and would look down at the design drawings from time to time to check whether the building was up to standard.

This bold designer served the Lord Savior for the first time. It was an incomparable honor and the most precious work of his life.

Suddenly, the designer raised his hand and pointed at a faceless statue: "This is not enough, keep smashing it, remember our design concept 'changing and broken sense of blasphemy'!"

bang bang bang --

The workers pushed down and crushed the statue at the designated location, causing it to collapse into a blasphemous appearance.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

The designer looked at this artistic and profane scene and couldn't help but pray.

He couldn't help but wonder why the great savior would build such a dilapidated church. Was it to educate people to "remember the bitterness and cherish the sweetness"?
This designer's son at Zhongsi College has mentioned similar educational courses, which have only recently emerged.

It is said that the bad habits in the Savior's territory must be corrected.

Zhongsi Academy even restarted some areas of the Bottom Nest, and even the most ordinary students had to go in and survive in an environment full of pollution and chaos monsters.

Some students were said to have been seriously injured or even died during the course.

"Luckily my little cub is okay."

The designer smiled. His child did well in the relevant survival courses and received more honors and badges.

After graduation in the future, that kid will be able to go to a better department and serve the great savior.

He tightened his gas mask and replaced the disinfection module. The plague is rampant recently and everyone must take precautions when going out.

Once there is a problem with the protective clothing, it must be reported immediately.

"Damn you heretic plague!"

The designer cursed and continued to direct the workers.

Soon, a broken, sacrilegious church was built, with broken images and vandalized statues.

It seems a little distorted.

After the construction was completed, the designer did not dare to stay for long and immediately led the workers away as instructed.

They had to go to church to pray and be baptized to avoid bad luck.

Fortunately, before leaving, these people met the great savior and received that being's blessing.

It was the most unforgettable scene in their lives and the supreme honor.

Even high-ranking nobles on the planet O'Neill would find it difficult to obtain this honor. For ordinary people, it would be a great fortune to just catch a glimpse of that being from afar.

"not bad……"

After Ron sent away the tearful engineering team, he turned around and looked at the newly built church that seemed to have been destroyed by evildoers.

That was the altar he had set up to contact the Lord of Change.

In the galaxy, it is not easy to pray to the evil god and attract his attention, and it is often a two-way process.

The use of altars and sacrificial rituals is a relatively common method.

The subsequent process is extremely dangerous and ordinary people cannot intervene. Otherwise, they will fall into the corruption of their minds and even complete mutation of their bodies.

"Savior, we have already delivered the things you requested."

The high-ranking inquisitor of the Demonic Tribunal came over to pay his respects, and more sealed transport boxes were brought in, which emitted a faint smell of blood.

Not only that, there were also more than a dozen Tzeentch cultists being escorted in.

Ron warned:
"Carry out the mission, and be sure to be safe. He is a cunning and terrifying being."

These cultists are prisoners of the Demonic Inquisition, who were brought here from prison by the inquisitors and are responsible for constructing some kind of magic circle or sacrificial ritual.

This is also the doctrine that the Savior Territory has always adhered to, leaving professional matters to professionals.

"The Lord of Change will not forgive you!"

"You have wronged an innocent person. Knowledge is not a crime!"

"The many-eyed omniscient god will send down countless gazes, bringing endless chaos here..."

"Please let me go!"

The Tzeentch cultists either howled madly or trembled, thinking that they were about to face execution.

However, when the cultists learned of the Savior's request, they were stunned, as if they had heard the most clumsy lie in the galaxy.

The Savior, the Primarch of Hope, ordered them to build a dark altar and pray to the great Lord of Change.

How ridiculous is this?!

"This is your last chance..."

Ron raised his hand slightly and used his psychic power to open the lid of the transport box, revealing the corpse, flesh, blood, and blasphemous things inside, including a large number of eyeballs:
"If you don't want to, I'll change a group of people to do this."

The evil followers of Tzeentch sensed the Savior's determined attitude and agreed without hesitation.

They became fanatical and even thanked the savior.

Afterwards, these Tzeentch cultists used those filthy things to desecrate the church, covering the walls with forbidden runes and unknown patterns.

At the same time, the corpse and eyeballs were placed in blasphemous postures.

They only complained that the sacrifice offered by the Savior was too simple and not pious enough.

Ron ignored these guys and urged them to hurry up.

The sacrifice was indeed a bit sloppy. The real human corpse and flesh and blood were only a small part, and they were copied from some cult den.

It is not so easy to find a large-scale cult hideout in the Savior’s territory now.

Even if there are any, they will be quickly cleaned up, purified and incinerated.

In order to make up the sufficient number, he had to add some livestock, artificial meat and the like, and even the blood was mixed with water.

It's semi-fake.

After all, I can't really sacrifice so many humans.

"Well, let's just leave it at that. It's not easy here either..."

Ron exclaimed.

By doing this, he was already giving face to the big blue bird.

What's more, that troublemaker is not having a good time now. The prevalence of the plague has taken away too much attention, and conspiracies and intrigues are so powerless in the face of a large-scale epidemic.

It's good enough to have someone offer sacrifice to Him, so let's just make do with it.

Soon after, the Tzeentch cultists built the altar, and the flesh, blood, and runes formed a complex eyeball pattern, giving the entire church a strange atmosphere.

Faint whispers could be heard.

"What a wonderful thing it is. The Lord of Change is paying attention here. What a blessing!"

The Tzeentch cultists were shocked.

Because this was the kind of attention they had never received before, and it was done using such a simple altar, without sacrificing tens of millions of lives, and without any further acts of blasphemy.

This is the effect achieved.

This was completely impossible before.

Ron was not surprised by this. The big blue bird was very anxious now and almost came over to ask someone to come over.

He looked at the somewhat nervous Wanbian Healer:

"I will accompany you into that forbidden place later. What you need to do is very simple, that is, to find the knowledge of making medicine and get the answer."

"Savior, I will find the answer..."

The electronic voice of the ever-changing healer was a little nervous: "The Emperor is above, the Savior is above, my faith has never changed!"

He seemed to be comforting himself.

Along with the fanatical spells and prayers of the Tzeentch cultists, a faint blue light appeared on the altar, and changing images began to appear in this area.

At this moment, everyone's brains became extremely clear, and previously forgotten knowledge began to emerge.

More knowledge is hidden in the fog deep in chaos, attracting people to explore.

Outside the church, the high-ranking inquisitors, who were in isolation hoods with their hearing and vision blocked, became more vigilant.

They sensed this horrible mental change and gripped the transmitters even tighter in their hands.

The sacred urn bomb is ready to be fired.

If any drastic changes occur, these high-level inquisitors will destroy this evil altar immediately.

"Blessings from the Mechanical Goddess, blessings from the Emperor..."

The ever-changing healer stepped onto the altar carefully.

He suppressed his nausea and followed the cultists in praying, but he did not get any further response.

He swallowed, gritted his teeth and prayed loudly according to the words of the Savior: "Great...Great Lord of Change, you don't want the Savior's experiment to fail, right?
The Lord of Plague has..."

Before he finished his words, the chaotic energy of the altar suddenly surged, and a huge, illusory black shadow appeared.

It is an unpredictable existence.

His head and body are fused into one, with huge, indescribable tentacles on his head and countless constantly changing faces on his skin.

The Lord of Change!

The moment this being appeared, everyone present seemed to be stared at by countless eyes, and everything was seen through by them.

The cultists could not bear such a horrific impact and twisted and fell down in frenzy. Some even covered their heads and wailed under the indoctrination of a large amount of forbidden knowledge until their brains burst out.

Fortunately, the malice of the Lord of Change was not focused on the Doctor of Change, and did not have much impact on him.

"I see your true face again..."

Ron looked up at the illusory body of the Lord of Change without feeling any discomfort.

Decades ago, when I first saw this terrifying evil god, I was scared to death.

Now, I can face each other directly.

In other words, the two sides are already old acquaintances. They have come into contact several times and have seen each other at their most tragic, such as the roasting of a big blue bird.

In this case, even the most terrifying existence will be disenchanted.

Tzeentch seemed to have sensed the Savior's thoughts, and emitted waves of thought, immediately pulling away the soul consciousness of the Ever-changing Healer.

Normally, when He appears, He would leave behind some tricks or pranks, causing the entire civilized world to fall into chaos or slaughter each other.

This creates a more tragic and dramatic event.

But this time He was unwilling to stay here any longer and didn't even bother to care about the sacrifices.

In fact, the sacrifice was not enough to summon his phantom, and the Lord of Change had to pay a huge amount of energy to come here. It was a huge loss.

Afterwards, Ron's consciousness clone also followed the traces left by the Lord of Change and arrived at the forbidden area containing countless knowledge.

……

Warp, Crystal Maze.

Ron stepped onto the pebble-smooth amethyst floor.

In an instant, he felt statues in the mist, dreams, silent mourning, and misty paintings, all of which were encapsulated in the crystal castle.

And the castle is constantly changing, shrouded in a sea of ​​madness and sanity.

He entered Tzeentch's territory with open arms.

Because Tzeentch cannot kill me through his consciousness clone, and given the current situation, as long as he is not crazy, he will never do anything to me.

"Father Nurgle has become completely wealthy..."

Ron looked up and saw the domains of other Chaos Gods in the Chaos Void. Among them, Nurgle's domain was the most conspicuous, and it had expanded slightly.

And inevitably invaded the territories of other evil gods.

Especially the realm of Tzeentch.

A large mass of foul winding paths stretched into the back of the Crystal Maze; it looked as if Nurgle's big feet had reached Tzeentch's territory.

It is still like this now, wait until the plague war achieves more results.

Wouldn't the Lord of Plague have to shit on Tzeentch's head? Who could tolerate that?

Ron secretly sighed in his heart:

"If Big Blue Bird doesn't fight back, he will probably be pinned to the ground. What's more, his fighting ability is not that good..."

Suddenly, the Lord of Change appeared again, floating above the maze not far away, as if waiting for something.

Ron performed the etiquette of a noble meeting and sent a psychic message:
"Great Lord of Change, the abominable plague has completely affected the peace of the warp and the galaxy. My researchers and I need more knowledge to resist the plague.

I hope you can..."

Now you are asking someone to do you a favor on someone else's territory, so you still have to observe the proper etiquette.

But his tone was a bit harsh, and he didn't look like he was begging for help. He ate his meal while standing.

Tzeentch did not show any hesitation or say any useless words, but only revealed a slight fluctuation in his thoughts.

This being is willing to open the library and provide any possible knowledge, but the price is that the savior must stop the spread of the plague as quickly as possible.

Stop the Plague Lord's actions in the galaxy.

Afterwards, the figure of the Lord of Change faded away, and he still had to make more plans.

But it is not to create chaos, but to maintain order. The current human empire needs order to resist the plague.

At the moment of leaving, Tzeentch received new information from the savior, and his mind was shaken violently.

Because the Savior reminded Him to go to the Regent and tell him the truth, reveal some information, try to say more and not say anything mysterious, and also suggested that He communicate with the Blood God.

That’s what He’s going to do.

This was the first time that someone had guessed His thoughts so specifically and so accurately.

The Lord of Change took a deep look at the Savior, and his assessment of that being's ability increased again. He found it difficult to control the other party.

He decided not to use too many tricks in this cooperation to avoid unpredictable deviations.

"Big Blue Bird has been working so hard for the empire..." Ron sighed as he watched the busy back of the Lord of Change leaving.

The gate to the crystal maze.

Ron found the ever-changing healer and took him into the castle.

The corridors appeared randomly, dissolved, split and merged, in constant chaos, and each corridor connected different platforms.

On those platforms, he saw countless followers of Tzeentch, of all species.

Those lives came here to seek knowledge, but were lost here.

The crystalline material of the labyrinth is so chaotic that the reflected and refracted light is blinding, and any being gazing upon the crystals sees all sorts of reflections.

Fears, pains and hopes, dreams and nightmares, real and imagined histories, events that exist in the present and in the future.

These abstract concepts become vivid images in crystal.

A wizard witnessed the sorcerous knowledge he coveted, fell into ecstasy, and then twisted into a tentacled mass of flesh.

The nobles woke up from their dreams of ruling a kingdom, fell into torture, and then promised a brutal rebellion, wanting to kill all their loved ones.

The timing of the Crystal Maze is fluctuating and subjective.

Days, months, and even years are all the same; a person may stay in there for a few minutes and feel that centuries have passed, while someone may stay for centuries and feel that only minutes have passed.

Those lost wanderers would go without water or rest for dozens or hundreds of years, eventually turning into dehydrated mummies.

"It can't go on like this..."

Ron looked at the densely packed dried corpses in the crystal corridor and frowned slightly.

At this rate, it would be difficult to find the library in the crystal maze, and it would probably waste a lot of time.

Although Tzeentch agreed to his request, he did not give him the knowledge directly. Was it because he was unhappy or because of some kind of rule?
at the same time.

He felt more cunning and malicious gazes.

That was the great demon Tzeentch in the Crystal Labyrinth. They were not very friendly to their uninvited guest, but they did not dare to do anything.

The fate weavers, who looked like giant crows in human form, obviously knew that they were guests of the Lord of Change and did not dare to do anything.

Moreover, some of the fate weavers had dealt with him on the battlefield, and perhaps they had been traumatized by that.

He could sense the other person's fear.

"Is this how you entertain distinguished guests? We are all guests invited by the Lord of Change..."

Ron patted the All-Changing Healer, signaling him not to be afraid, and then called out to those Tzeentchian Fateweavers in a carefree manner.

He released the wave of Tzeentch's previous promise, pointing it at a group of fate weavers:
"Come here, if you are not qualified, find someone who can take charge."

The savior's voice echoed in the maze, attracting the attention of many beings.

But no great demon was willing to respond. They seemed unwilling to bring bad luck upon themselves and guide the savior, the Primarch of Hope.

What's more, they were enemies before.

Who knows if such behavior will attract the attention of other beings or even the Lord of Change in the future?
Tzeentch's followers are filled with suspicion and distrust of each other.

This is true even when facing the Lord of All Changes. That great being is the most ruthless in deceiving people.

As a result, the followers of Tzeentch can only be cautious and mind their own business, knowing that they can't go wrong if they do nothing.

Some fate weavers thought of the unfortunate being who was burned by the sacred urn bomb with his butt sticking up, and seemed a little scared, so they flew away directly.

Ron was quick to grab a fate weaver and said, "It's you, kid!"

When those Tzeentch demon weavers saw that the savior had appointed an unlucky guy as a guide, they all breathed a sigh of relief and went about their own business.

Some beings even noticed the unlucky guy and tried to weave some conspiracies and tricks for him.

"What's your name?"

Ron asked the fate weaver's name.

"Baru, the eighty-ninth great demon under the command of the Lord of Change."

The destiny weaver looked quite honest and answered the questions truthfully, but there was something strange in the way he looked at the savior.

Because he is one of their own, the Savior arranged him to be a cunning and cunning Tzeentch demon in Tzeentch's territory.

I'm doing well now.

"Then you take me to the library!"

Of course Ron knew the identity of this Fate Weaver's traitor, but he didn't do anything special.

So as not to be exposed.

Perhaps Tzeentch already knew all this but turned a blind eye and allowed him to move towards a higher position step by step.

Anyway, it's easier to get things done when you have your own people around.

Afterwards, Baru, the fate-weaver, respectfully guided the Savior and the Ever-changing Healer into the depths of the crystal maze.

But in the eyes of other beings.

He seemed to want to finish this duty as quickly as possible, and led the way very quickly, bringing the Savior and the Ever-changing Healer to the Guardian of the Maze.

This gatekeeper guards a passage along which pilgrims who walk are rewarded with infinite knowledge.

On the platform in front of the passage.

The pilgrims waited in line, one by one accepting the test of the guardian, and only those who passed were qualified to enter.

However, Ron and the others did not need to do that. They followed Baru directly through the VIP channel, and the Tzeentch believers along the way were roughly knocked away.

It is an artificially created VIP channel.

Ron followed Baru, and it felt like he was being queue-jumped by a scalper or someone trying to evade the ticket.

Afterwards, the insider directly asked the maze guardian to let him pass.

"Sure enough, I still have to go through the back door."

Ron sighed, and under the envious or jealous gazes of the Tzeentch believers, he stepped into the passage with the All-Change Healer.

along the way.

Baru was like a tour guide, explaining in vivid detail and trying his best to serve these two distinguished guests of the Lord of Change.

He told the Savior that pilgrims must pass through nine golden arches to reach the library.

The mouth on each door will solemnly utter one of Tzeentch's 999 riddles, and only by answering correctly can one enter the next door.

Otherwise it will be blocked.

In front of the first golden gate.

"What is this guy talking about?"

Ron saw the huge human face on the door, which slowly spoke a complex riddle containing extremely profound knowledge.

Anyway, he didn't understand a word.

The Thousand Sons Grand Sorcerer Zaraphiston of the Black Legion and several other wise beings were pondering in front of the gate, eager to enter.

That is the gift from the Lord of Change.

"How dare you, a fool, challenge this golden portal of wisdom?"

He heard the voice and turned around and tried to scoff.

However, when the great wizard saw Ron, he was shocked: "Savior... Chaos Predator, why are you here?!"

This guy who looted the Black Legion’s base would be recognizable even if he turned into ashes!
(End of this chapter)