Legend has it that a Druchi named Darkus was the chief consul of Druchi, and all the Druchis respectfully called him "Dakong".
Dagong, who calls himself the God of Tzeentch, often tells Druchi around him that he likes Tzeentch the most, who can control the wind and rain, can be powerful and small, and is ever-changing. He carved a pair of condors on the stone pillars in front of his house, representing the ever-changing Tzeentch. The eagles raised their heads high, stared, opened their mouths, and danced their claws, looking very majestic.
There is also a pair of condors on the roof, facing each other, fighting for an orb that symbolizes change. There are also eagles everywhere in the garden, and the stones, walls, and steps are all decorated with eagle graphics. In addition, the furniture in the house, the tableware for eating, and the bedding for sleeping are all related to the eagle.
Being fond of Tzeentch is indispensable for Dagong. Not only can he see the condor anytime and anywhere where he lives, but he can't live without the condor in his daily life. Whenever he has free time every day, he draws and writes. What he draws is a condor and what he writes about is a condor.
One day, Dagong came to the Demon Realm of Chaos. Suddenly there was a heavy storm, lightning and thunder. He was frightened and hurriedly checked the situation. Unexpectedly, Tzeentch landed on his shoulder like a condor.
Dagong was suddenly frightened out of his mind. Seeing that he had nowhere to escape, his face turned pale with fright, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Tzeentch looked at Dagong who was frightened and fell to the ground. He felt confused and had to leave in disappointment.
In fact, this Dagong didn't really like Tzeentch, he just liked things that seemed strange and strange to express himself in front of everyone. This story uses a very vivid metaphor to satirize the Dafa figures who are not worthy of their name and are inconsistent with their appearance, and exposes their bad ideas and bad styles that only sing high-pitched words and are not practical.
Darkus is now similar to the Duke in the story, but he has not yet been frightened to the point where his face turns pale and he collapses to the ground, unconscious. There was some confusion in his chaotic brain. The scenery around him clearly seemed to be the realm of Nurgle. Why did Tzeentch appear on his shoulder? He was now absolutely sure that the crow standing on his shoulder was Tzeentch.
After hearing what Darkus said, Tzeentch stopped laughing, and his eyes looked incomprehensible, absurd, and unbelievable. And it turned into excited breathing and gave birth to liquid from its beak.
"Say something." Darkus really has no more curses now, and Tzeentch is on his shoulders. What can he do? The elves and gods formed a group to get him? Or the Ancient Saint? He had no choice but to bite the bullet and come.
"I am the Lord of Fate...I see the end of all things...I see..." Tzeentch spoke again, but his many voices were dwindling with each descent. At the end of the sentence, Tzeentch paused, and the crow's head suddenly looked into Darkvus's eyes. He stared into Darkvus's eyes. At this moment, the Lord of Destiny was actually unable to discern the fate of Darkus, but he saw more changes that made him ecstatic.
Darkus felt Tzeentch's gaze, and his eyes seemed to become a mysterious focus, arousing the curiosity of the Lord of Destiny. A force that goes against the laws of the universe begins to surge. In this mysterious exchange, the rules of the universe seem to be broken, and the melodies of change become more complex.
"Change is what I pursue. In your existence, I have seen changes that I like. You are also a creator and a challenger to the master of my destiny!"
At the same time, Tzeentch changed again. , He was just about to use madness and dementia to bring about many changes in the mortals before him. When the mortal body dies, the mortal soul will be brought to His hall and serve Him forever. But He found that such changes were less than what He now saw, and His plans and assumptions changed again.
Darkus felt that the crow had changed again. The crow's eyes began to be sunken, burning with purple and sapphire-like flames. At the same time, the scene around him also changed. The crow on his shoulder disappeared. Instead, a bipedal humanoid figure with an invisible face appeared in front of him. The hooded person stretched out his hand to him. , he stretched out his hand involuntarily, and the moment his hand rested on the hooded man's hand, the scene changed again. He followed the hooded man as he walked along a road he had never seen before. A place that shouldn't exist.
Finally, Darkus and the hooded man entered a gate, and he vaguely spied many thrones, four of which were particularly conspicuous, and some thrones had been forgotten.
"This is the throne of the ancient gods." The hooded man said in a mocking tone, pointing to the forgotten throne.
Darkus felt as if he was in a huge temple of the soul, surrounded by these thrones. Each one was a symbol of emotion and wisdom, some were great, some were stupid, some were useless, and some were inexplicable. The fog filled the air, and absurd laughter echoed, as if it was a confused dream. He couldn't help but feel confused, his thoughts became confused in the stupid atmosphere, swallowing him like an invisible whirlpool.
A mouth appeared in the missing face of the hooded man, making a smile. In this smile, Darkus seemed to see all the malice, all the pity and all the cruel humor in the world.
"Aren't you curious that there is no other door except this door?"
"This place is full of chaos, power and struggle. If I guess correctly, it should be this door. Yes, there is only this one. Door, there is only a kingdom behind the door." Darkus' brain was constantly churning, but he knew who the hooded man was in front of him, he knew what was at the door, and he also knew why the hooded man brought him here. , let him see this.
The Hooded Man allowed Darkus to see the nature of the subspace. In the subspace, there were not only the Chaos Gods, but also the gods believed by mortals. The thrones he saw represented the corresponding gods.
The Warp lies beyond all illumination of reason and reality, where the Chaos Gods confront each other in a never-ending struggle for power. If one Chaos God grows in power, other Chaos Gods will begin to plot against him, uniting disparate forces with a common goal.
But even so, each Chaos God will ensure that he stands out from these unreliable alliances in order to obtain more benefits. This endless pursuit of hegemony is called "The Great Game." In this endless confrontation, no god can perform as well as Tzeentch. Although Tzeentch's armies are often defeated on the battlefield, Tzeentch enjoys manipulating other Chaos Gods, tormenting the ever-raging Khorne or endlessly seducing the proud Slaanesh.
And those gods that mortals say they believe in can only...
"Mortals have seen too much, but understand too little, and you... are so different, you have not become crazy." The hooded man laughed. He stood up, his voice reverberating with thousands of sounds, and then he sighed.
“Just as the desires and desires of the gods shaped the mortal world, so the mortal world shaped the world of the gods through their actions and desires. The worlds of gods and mortals intertwined and influenced each other, and our actions and desires became The clues in this interweaving. But I am not anyone’s believer, nor am I anyone’s follower. I only believe in myself. Maybe I am also the reason why I did not fall into madness after seeing the essence.
I will not look for light in eternity. , maybe worried about encountering darkness, because eternity is neither light nor darkness. If it were described by a color, it should be: gray, gray in chaos. I somewhat understand the nature of this world, although our paths are not clear. , but in the end, different paths lead to the same goal, changes, all kinds of changes, the important thing is that these changes are in line with our changes."
At this moment, Darkus's mind was no longer filled with chaos, and he was not overwhelmed by all this and turned into a madman like a mortal. Or something indescribable. At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear, and he met Tzeentch's expectations of him. He saw the nature and changes of the world.
"Change is the normal state of the universe. It runs through the long river of time and covers all processes of existence. From micro to macro, whether it is the explosion of planets, the formation of galaxies, or the bloom of all things on the earth after spring, it is a continuous process in the universe. The change.
In the vastness of the universe, the life and destruction of stars alternate, and the evolution of planets is full of endless possibilities. Just like the change of seasons, the flowers bloom in spring, the sun shines in summer, the leaves fall in autumn, and the snow covers in winter. The cycle of changes shows the continuance and change of all things.
Change is both a creative and destructive force. The explosion of planets may bring destruction, but it also creates opportunities for the birth of new galaxies. The flourishing of all things in spring is a symbol of the vitality of the earth, and this is also the moment when life continues to usher in new beginnings.
We may pursue different goals on different paths, but in the end, we are all in this eternal flow. What we are about to witness is not destruction after change, is it? Because that doesn't fit with our changes, we're like... chess? Yes, chess is a game that transcends time and space, a collision between mortals and gods, and a conflict of change. The outcome of the game should be what we want to see, not what they want to see. "Darkus put his hands behind his back and paced in place. He asked after hearing the words of the hooded man.
"Destruction, destruction, destruction, destruction. "Darkus's words seemed to touch on the mystery of the fate of the universe, but the hooded man's reaction seemed incomprehensible, and he kept talking in his mouth.
"But you and your tribe and your miserable creations The end of the world has already been decided, like everything behind this door. Chaos has already arrived and will change everything we have. Changes will change the future. I will be there to witness it, and you will also witness everything you do. "The hooded man seemed to be smiling, a smile full of ancient wisdom, "The end of the world is an inevitable stage, and we will play a special role on this stage. Whether it is creation or destruction, this is the rhythm of the universe. "
Hearing Tzeentch's words, Darkus felt a wave of emotion in his heart. He seemed to feel the challenge he was about to face, and he also realized that he was shouldering a certain destiny. However, he was not afraid, but instead felt a Curiosity about the unknown, a positive exploration mentality.
"It depends on how we will greet it, and it depends on our choices and actions. Whatever the end, we will all find our place in this transformation. "Darkus's voice was full of firmness and determination. He stopped pacing, stared at the hooded man, and then said, "But we should never be the spokesperson of destruction, we are the artists of creation. Change is a strange concerto, and the ending should be a picture full of vitality and hope that makes those three people hate it. "
Don't deceive yourself into thinking that you chose this path yourself. Maybe this path was decided hundreds of millions of years ago. Maybe you were nothing at that time, just primitive fragments floating in the subspace, so... ...Change is inevitable, but you are right, I want to create my own change. "
The words of the hooded man were full of profound insights into the destiny of the universe, which made Darkus fall into thinking about his own destiny. The past, present, and future seemed to be intertwined, and the river of time became blurred at this moment. He fell into confusion.
"Perhaps I had some kind of connection as early as the birth of the universe, and my choice was just a moment in the long river of the universe. "Dakeus mused. He felt the connection between himself and the universe. He said deeply, "But even so, I still have the power to create my own changes in this brief moment.
"I am the manipulator of fate, everything is just a puppet dancing on my strings! " The transformation of the universe has long been destined, but every creator is the sculptor of the universe. While it is changing, it is also the order I have given it. "The hooded man nodded, his mysterious smile looming under the veil.
"Change is an unstoppable trend, but my choices and actions are creating my own unique ripples. Let me create my own change, dance with the universe, dance with chaos. "Dakeus smiled slightly, and he seemed to understand some profound truths. "How about returning to my palace with me, let us create our own changes together. "The hooded man said and stretched out his hand to Darkus again.
"Sorry, I think I can create changes in the world that belongs to me. That's what I'm good at. “
It’s a fun change to create with you. You rejected me, but you also convinced me. Being rejected is also a part of change, and I am looking forward to the next change. "The hooded man smiled, and there seemed to be a trace of expectation under the mysterious veil. "Your choice is also a change. Each individual has his own path and trajectory, and eventually overlaps with mine. "
It's normal to be rejected. Like you said, it's also part of the change. I've rejected many people before, such as Asuryan, who you may not like, or Kane?"
"Under your changes, they are not living well now. This is contrary to your previous changes. " "The hooded man whispered with a strange smile.
"Did my changes lead to their predicament? "Dakuus frowned slightly, and he pretended to have some thoughts about his behavior, "What I pursue is creation, not destruction. Could it be that my creation has attracted..." "
Dakeus, Put away your poor performance, I want to remind you that the boundaries of change are often blurred, and the changes you created before involve a larger cosmic order. The power of the gods cannot be underestimated. They also have their own rules and balances. This is why I noticed you.
"Maybe I need to be more cautious? " Not just creating, but leading change responsibly? "Dakeus said with a sense of responsibility flashing in his eyes, which seemed to be a warning to himself.
"You have to remember that change is always a double-edged sword that requires great wisdom and delicate balance. I hope you can Find the right track in creation. "The hooded man looked at Darkus' performance and smiled again. There was a profound meaning in that smile.
The scene around Darkus changed again, and he returned to the previous realm of Nurgle. That moment was like a brief illusion, the crow was still on his shoulder, and the scene around him was still frozen.
"Then is this the Demon Realm of Chaos? "Darkus still seemed to have poor hearing, pointing to the looming palace deep in the swamp in the distance, and roared at the crow on his shoulder.
"You don't need to shout so loudly, I don't think this is a change. "The crow looked at Darkus with its concave eyes of purple-blue flames, and said in Darkus' mind. After a moment, he continued, "This is the Chaos Demon Realm, but it's not. This is The outermost part of the Chaos Demon Realm.
"It doesn't matter. Do you want to see this place turn into a crystal forest? " "The discussion was over, Darkos still pointed at the palace and asked. He didn't ask any random questions. Lying is instinctive, and it's also part of the change. He knew better than to ask any random questions in this situation, and he didn't Asked where the exit of Tzeentch is, he doesn't want to be a guest in Tzeentch's palace now. While he drinks tea and talks with Tzeentch, does he let the Lords of Change teach the spellcasters behind him magic?
Every Chaos God All have a special nemesis, and they hate their nemesis especially.
And Tzeentch's nemesis is Nakug, the Lord of Decay. When he rejoices in change and chaos full of infinite possibilities, Nakug is also there. Spreading decay and despair, Nakou teaches his followers to wallow in despair and accept things as they are without reservation. The Lord of Destiny naturally despises this laziness and uses every opportunity to burn the land filled with Nakug's corrupt slime. Reconstitute the Garden of the Plague God into a crystallized forest within his own domain. Whether on the nightmarish battlefields of the Realm of Chaos or in the war-torn lands of Mortal, Tzeentch and Nakru never miss a beat. The opportunity to compete.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Tzeentch appears here, because a good show and changes are about to take place.
"Of course. "The weird laughter appeared in Darkus' mind again.
"If you have the opportunity to be a guest at my place, I will entertain you warmly, hahahaha. Of course, you can also call me. Also, your time is running out, and He has noticed your arrival..." The
crow opened The wings flew towards the black-green sky. Its figure flew rapidly in the air, leaving a black trail, and then gradually disappeared in the boundless sky. The moment He disappeared, the pervasive mysterious stillness was broken. His departure seemed to take away a wonderful existence, but it also brought more changes.
Darkus sat directly on the ground. As the crow disappeared, the elves behind him also resumed their movements. But the elves seemed to be hit by some invisible impact, and fell into deep shock and fear.
The elves looked at each other with confusion and confusion in their eyes. The trembling bodies and twitching lips express their inner turmoil and unspeakable troubles. They opened and closed their mouths but the words never came out, and some simply sat on the ground like Darkus.
Darkus knew the troubles of his companions. He turned over on the ground with the Trident of the Sea, and his eyes fell on the elves beside him. The elves took a step back in unison with his movements.
"That crow is not a prophecy, it's just what you think." Darkus looked at the frightened elves and said calmly with a smile, his tone revealing a deep and rational tone. There seems to be an understanding of fate in his smile. He paused and turned his gaze to Tolandir, "If you don't want to become a madman, I suggest you not to include this paragraph in the poem. This is not a good thing. It will cause His displeasure."
"Darkus, are you still you? You..." Asanok asked cautiously.
"Are you who you are now, the same person you were a second ago?" Darkus coughed after taking a breath of the stinky breath, and then asked flatly.
Asanok, who was about to say something, stopped talking and fell into deep thought. He stared at Darkus silently, trying to clear his thoughts. In the silent atmosphere, time seemed to have frozen again.
"Perhaps, we are constantly changing every moment? A brand new self every second? The me of the last second may no longer exist the next moment?" After a moment, Belloda spoke first, her voice There was a trace of confusion in her words, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in her eyes as she spoke, as if she understood some profound truth at this moment. She continued, "Perhaps it is this process of constant change that gives life With meaning. Our existence is to find our own trajectory in this endless change."
"Life is a continuous flow, and every moment is a new beginning. We cannot stand still, nor can we go back to the past. We are now part of this ever-changing world." Darkus nodded and said slowly, taking a deep breath again, "Maybe I shouldn't have appeared, you are the only one here, but I A single thought caused me to appear here.
I created changes, and the changes I created affected your changes. Maybe you in the future will die here, or maybe you in the future will continue to live. This is change. And the living you will It will bring more changes, changes, changes, endless.
This is also the reason why He will fall on my shoulders, and this is only one ten thousandth of the changes I have created. In the moment just now, He showed me When it comes to the nature of this world, I'm sorry to say that this world has always been chaotic, and the changes we create will inevitably attract His arrival. This is not the first time."
Darkus said more at the same time He clearly understood that some of the things he had done before were to circumvent Tzeentch, but now this restriction seems to have been broken? This change was different from what he expected. He felt like he had really become the Chosen God of Tzeentch, the kind of champion who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Great Demon of Tzeentch. Ye Gong loves dragons. He usually thinks that he is the Chosen of Tzeentch, but he has really become the Chosen of Tzeentch, of course in another way.
"You are right. The emergence of every life is a change, a rewriting of the laws of the universe. Perhaps your appearance is not a coincidence, but the weaver of fate." Asanok was silent for a moment and then slowly In response, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing by. He felt the deep meaning of Darkus's words. He seemed to be able to understand the mystery of fate contained in them. He continued, "Our choices and actions may affect The direction of this world. Yes, we create order in chaos and guide our direction under unavoidable circumstances. This may be the meaning of our existence." "Although we don't want to
touch this topic,... change It is inevitable, and the changes I created based on what I thought and did without knowing it attracted His attention." Darkus smiled slightly, with a hint of depth in his eyes, and finished speaking Then he stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, smiled and said in a negative tone, "But I still don't think that I am the weaver of fate. I! Darkus! I am the conqueror of fate! I will break all this and create Create a brand new change! A change that suits us."
"Yes, we may never be able to escape the influence of chaos, but we can choose how to respond."
Colonia's voice rang in the silent and fetid air , her words reveal a profound philosophy. She reminds the elves that while the influence of Chaos may always be present, the elves have the right to choose how to respond to it. This seems to be the reason why the elves came here, and also the reason why the mysterious existence appeared.
After hearing Colonia's words, the elves may have found a glimmer of hope in their hearts. In the face of chaos, they are not powerless to struggle, but they can choose to face it with tenacity to meet changes and challenges.
"He kindly reminded me that we don't have much time left. Some of you may... don't know, while I am being watched closely by this one, I am also being watched especially by another. Maybe it won't be long before? Forget it, if you don't want to be like in the Golden Pond, we'd better end this great...adventure as soon as possible and return to the place that belongs to us."
Darkus said this, he didn't say anything. Tzeentch didn't watch it just now. Looking at you, if Tzeentch looks at you, maybe you have all become madmen at this moment, especially the spell caster.
This kind of words are like a mental seal. It would be better if you don't say them, but if you say them, it will tempt Darkus's companions to think about them, which will lead to more terrible consequences. He didn't think that Tzeentch had just done anything to his companions. Tzeentch came completely after him. Besides, his companions were crazy, which was not in line with Tzeentch's changes. If Tzeentch did this, he should not be nagging here, but go to Tzeentch's Crystal Maze to have friendly talks with the Lords of Change and the Clerks.
"Let's set off." After Darkus said that, he took the lead into the smelly swamp.