After a period of spinning, Snorri found himself in a strange corridor. The corridor seemed to be made of crystal, but it kept changing various colors.
Listening to the cackling laughter that seemed to be everywhere in his ears, he knew that the place he was in was probably the Labyrinth of Tzeentch, the residence of the most dangerous and terrifying of the Four Gods of Chaos, based on the memory of his previous life.
This maze is so scary:
Its own hallucinatory channels are enough to thwart intruders not controlled by the most powerful minds and imaginations. Its gleaming cloisters reflect not just light, but hope, pain, dreams and nightmares. The Crystal Maze doesn't just reflect, it distorts and divides the goals and ambitions of its intruders, turning them into madness and despair.
Controlled by Tzeentch's unconscious machinations, the Crystal Maze is constantly shifting and reorganizing; every winding path, turn, and dead end is the moment-by-moment whim of the Master of Fate. Those lost within the labyrinth remain lost forever, their minds faltered by the repetition of their own failures, their dreams shattered.
However, the maze around Snorri does not seem to be as powerful as the legend. Snorri himself not only understands the nature of this maze, but also possesses the dialectical materialism thought brought by his previous life. The pictures flash before his eyes like a revolving lantern. The endless whispers in his ears can disturb him but cannot shake the foundation of his thoughts.
Snorri quickly calmed down, and after a brief analysis, he confirmed that this was not the real Labyrinth of Tzeentch deep in the subspace, but a projection in his own consciousness. Even if the power of the Maelstrom had not subsided, even the Chaos Four It is absolutely impossible for a god to take himself directly into the realm of chaos from the secret room protected by layers of rune magic!
If their power really reached this level, Snorri felt that it would be better for him to give up the struggle and just go to the mix, so that he could still get a warm mouthful from eating Yoneda.
(A brief introduction to the Maelstrom, which was designed by the great high elf mage "Dragon Tamer" Caledor and finally completed with the help of the Slann Toads.
During the first Chaos invasion, since the demons could be reborn in the warp after being killed, the army of Chaos was almost endless. In order to solve this problem, Caledor decided to build a maelstrom to keep the demons in the main matter. The magical winds of the world's manifestation are sucked away and channeled back into the Warp through the Chaos portals at the poles of the world.
Caledor gave his precious life to build the Maelstrom, and the Maelstrom lived up to expectations and protected the world for thousands of years. Due to the lack of magical wind as a medium, it is difficult for the Chaos Gods to directly intervene in the mortal world. The power required to launch the Chaos Demon Army increases significantly. Even so, the demons who appear in the mortal world will be powerful due to the lack of magical wind. The amplitude is weakened.
Without the help of the Maelstrom, mortals can hardly fight against the high-level demons of the Great Demon level. It is precisely because it is difficult to deploy the Chaos Demon Army and its power will be weakened if it is deployed, so the Chaos Gods choose to spread their beliefs and erode and corrupt this world. The natives of the world come to act as minions. )
After thinking about it, Snorri looked at the maze in front of him with a sneer on his lips. Suddenly, a bad taste came to his heart. He imitated the power of a certain believer in his previous life who had spread all over the world. He took seven steps in each direction, pointing one finger to the sky and the other to the sky. On the earth, I shouted loudly, "I am the only one in heaven and on earth, and now my past lives have been exhausted."
The maze in front of him shattered, but Snorri found that he did not return to the real world but appeared in front of a strange castle. "After all, it's Tzeentch, it's definitely not that simple!" He muttered to himself as he looked at the castle.
Pink and blue flames emanated from the core of the fortress, twisting and spewing from the twin spiers and towers. These only exist for a palpitating time, then flicker away, replaced by an even crazier structure.
The doors, windows, and doorways leading people in were yawning open, like big hungry mouths, and then suddenly closed the next moment, blocking all entrances. Snorri, who understood that all this was an illusion, was not frightened. He walked straight through the burning fire of Tzeentch and strode into a twisted door with a smile on his face.
Entering the interior of the castle, Snorri felt the magic of subspace. The concepts of material space and time did not exist here. A person might wander through a room the size of a thimble for weeks, or traverse a distance that would take hours in a single step.
Gravity alternates and changes, sometimes disappearing completely. Each type of light in the spectrum, combined with the unknown shadow in the universe, alternately jumps on the wall.
To mortals, this ever-changing fortress is completely unacceptable. Because of their obsession with their physical solutions, people are driven to madness. But with the quantum mechanics courses he had learned in his previous life, Snorri successfully accepted these weirdnesses even though he could not fully understand them.
As he walked deeper into the castle, Snorri observed the wonders that he could never see on the main material plane along the way. For a moment, Snorri felt as if he had returned to the time when he first got on the plane in his previous life. Looking at the increasingly smaller buildings on the ground, feeling the ear discomfort caused by the changes in air pressure while climbing, and the magnificence of the setting sun shining in the clouds are all novel.
After passing through several gates, Snorri finally saw a huge figure sitting cross-legged in front of a gleaming crystal.
The figure's appearance kept changing in front of Snorri. Sometimes it was a colorful demon with a beak and wings, sometimes it was a blue giant with a head on its chest and two snakes coiled behind it. As if to let the visitor see his power, He waited for a while before raising his head from the well in front of him.
"Oh, the one who induces change, you came faster than I expected! Are you so eager to join the great Lord of Change?"
After looking at each other in silence, He spoke first: "Hey, it's a dwarf this time. It seems that those weak indigenous gods in your world have finally learned a little bit wiser."
(Dwarves are the third race created by the Old Saints after they came to this world. The first they created were the lizardmen - so they called themselves the eldest sons of the Old Saints as their assistants in transforming the world.
Then the Ancient Saints created the elves and gave them a long lifespan and the talent to use magic. However, because the Chaos Gods can interfere with the world through the wind of magic, the elves are easily corroded. They are smart and fickle and soon fell into chaos. The intervention brought down the gangs and plunged them into civil war.
To address this flaw, the Old Ones then created the dwarves. They stripped the dwarves of their spellcasting abilities while giving them high magic resistance, as well as a stubbornly conservative, loyal, and honor-oriented character. These qualities make the dwarves less susceptible to corruption by Chaos, but they also prevent them from developing quickly if they follow the rules. )
