This is not the first time that Kamesinoi has gone to the real world. As one of the greatest Tzeentchian demons in the Crystal Maze, it has never stopped paying attention to the world.
Its followers most often call it Creation of All Thoughts, Lord of Phantoms, or Crown of Split, but these are just a few of his countless titles. As one of the demon lords of the Nine Secrets of the Crystal Realm, its real name Only he and Tzeentch, the highest and most noble god of Chaos, know.
As a demon lord, it is not only the master of illusion and deception, but also the leader of the treacherous legion of demons. Therefore, it has majesty and cunning that are insurmountable by ordinary ever-changing demon lords. It can blur reality, time and space in the process of movement, and can extremely Few beings know that it can exist in two times, two spaces and two locations. This is the source of its power and the source of its existence——
When it has no clear goal, it will stretch its neck on its high tower and look left and right, constantly exploring countless levels of non-material space. Those cunning and intelligent eyes examine one glory after another, exposing one glory after another. Unrelenting conflicts, plots and counter-plots unfold, and all living things are naked under the probing gaze of the Phantom Lord.
Its essence is thoughts, emotions, intentions and disembodied consciousness.
In both the material and immaterial realms, both immaterial consciousness and material consciousness have a terrible desire for each other. Every material being longs for the freedom and ecstasy of unfettered spirituality. Every spiritual being longs for material freedom. exists in order to fully manifest its existence, and some cosmic law separates the two.
However, this is just like the existence of Tzeentch. There is no absolute, and it is still possible for them to be combined.
There are some things in the material world that are enough to interfere with the God of Chaos, but fortunately there are not many.
In order to be able to descend better, they often need an ally, an ally that will be betrayed once it loses its effectiveness, a victim who is willing to sign a contract with them.
But all material and non-material existences know the impermanent forms of the ever-changing demon kings. Building such a trap often requires more conspiracy. It was in the dense web of conspiracy that Kamesinoi weaved that he chose The existence that was promoted from the dark angel to the devil, Marbas.
It has dedicated many secrets to the Dark Gods, and this is undoubtedly the most appreciated dedication by the Lord of Conspiracy and the Lord of Change. Although it does not explicitly believe in who, there is no doubt that its inner being has been influenced by the great Tzeentch. Examine.
When Kamesinoi cooperates with the other party, it will come, plan, assist, and finally betray.
Marbas is destined to face the betrayal that makes it happy. As for what form, only it knows, but before that, it must come.
The servant of Tzeentch the Great Conspirator opened his cruel, crooked mouth and let out a low laugh once more.
It left its tower, crossed the endless maze, and swooped toward a dark, jagged wall or floor.
That is the realm of matter, which from the outside looks like a giant shapeless mass, a realm of only three or four dimensions, while the Warp has many different dimensions, and a soul powerful enough can sometimes enter this strange narrowness field, but usually not with good results.
Kamesinoi flew down and came to a slightly lit place in the darkness.
Standing near the entrance, reality denies Kamesinoi its entrance, as if passing through a door that requires an access card to open.
Then, it heard the death wails of those mortal creatures filling the surroundings. The souls of mortals under extreme emotions can produce a slight breeze that makes ripples. If it is just one, it is so insignificant, but if there are thousands -
That's a storm.
Countless faces emerged from the light spot, each with a strange shape and grinning teeth. Some looked like humans and some looked like beasts. The faces were mixed together, in different sizes and shapes. This is one of the essences of subspace. , emotions shape everything, and everything reflects emotions.
Many creatures were attracted, seduced by this spiritual storm that they had never tasted before. The intoxicating energy danced in the etheric space like a beacon, driving them to rush in and crazily enjoy the released souls.
It's like a disturbed pool, with countless voices and thoughts amidst the collision of colors and flavors.
Then the wall of resistance collapsed.
Kamesinoi swooped down, passing through the layers of curtains, its power weakening a little with each "down", but it didn't matter, it still remained in the ether.
Then it saw its sacrifice, a shining candle, which in this world is usually seen by fools who try to harness the power of the ether.
After swallowing her, it would have a body that could walk in this world. That would be easy——
until.
A violent force from ancient times struck and drove it back.
Those green-skinned beasts, brainless, witless, and worthless, are the most hated and favorite consumables of all conspirators, because they can always successfully complete their "missions", but they are often due to the uncertainty that is difficult to plan. As a result, accidents occur frequently, and it seems that even the Lord of Change has difficulty in truly controlling their weird brains and unpredictable actual behaviors.
To most Lords of the Crystal Maze, they are just a pile of garbage left by the Old Ones, a stain on the wonderful canvas of the galaxy.
But it doesn't matter, it won't affect the second time——
A mortal appears, his soul is very interesting, but protected by something, weird, strange.
But now is not the time to focus on it, it just needs a little fire.
"Acrobat of the highest heaven, return to your tower."
Perhaps some of its little thoughts today angered the Lord of Change. Kamesinoi felt that everything was losing control, and something weirder and shouldn't appear appeared.
An ancient being disguised as a mortal, it even knew who the other party was and what its name was. It was something older than their existence, cold and soulless, lingering in a metal body, but undoubtedly very difficult to deal with.
And the one in front of me is the most difficult one.
"Why are you here?"
It can make a kaleidoscope question, and the other person seems to laugh because of it, with a metallic laughter.
"No reason, boring."
"No, plan, you must be planning something, I will know, find out"
Then the opponent threw something similar to a knife, which should have been easy to dodge, but that thing moved in three spaces at the same time, it couldn't, and now its power is not enough——
It was exiled, and Kamesinoi suspected that it had already been trapped in the conspiracy of a crystal lord who was jealous of him, or that it had stepped into a trap that had been designed by a conspiracy weaver for a long time, or maybe it was A momentary thought with profound meaning from the Lord of Change?
"I'll find out-"
With a strong sense of vigilance, it returned to its high tower, weaving and observing. There must be a conspiracy, plan, and possibility in it.
It began to calculate and speculate, and countless thoughts flickered in the core of its soul, and these times were almost eternity and at the same time only a blink of an eye -
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