Just as a group of intruders who did not belong to this world penetrated deep into the palace, the Chaos Demons on the other side also started fighting.
Huge energy shocks swept across the predetermined battlefield, piercing the sky like bolts of lightning, and all other sounds were eclipsed by its power. A loud noise resounded through the sky, shaking the entire battlefield, as if it was the roar of the Chaos Gods.
With the impact of this energy, the sky instantly became chaotic and strange, as if the veil of space was twisted into strange shapes by this force, like a flickering dream. The strong wind suddenly whipped up, roaring like a demon's roar, causing flying sand and rocks to fill the sky above the battlefield.
Trees undergo complete transformations and become entirely new species, dead wood transforms into something magical, and saplings wither and rot in an instant. Weird swirling clouds slide across the sky, changing shapes, taking on new states, and twisting in the process of change.
All these changes were brought about by the All-Changing Demon Lord. Likewise, the drastic changes in Tzeentch's thoughts caused the distortion of his own appearance, forming an unspeakable mutation. After the mutation, the moles swim on the skin like black water, like mysterious runes, containing unknown power. These mole marks were moving on the body of the demon, as if they had their own vitality.
The originally ferocious eyes also changed dramatically, turning into pink, cyan, and lavender. Every time he blinked, it was like traveling through a different dimension. These heterochromatic eyes sparkle with an ancient and mysterious light, seeming to peer into the deep secrets of other beings. The color of the All-Changing Demon Lord's hair and body is also constantly changing, flowing like a gorgeous colorful cloud. Sometimes it's a deep dark purple, sometimes it's a weird dark green, forming a weird and beautiful spectrum. Such a figure makes them seem to have traveled from another dimension, exuding infinite magic. Surges of energy entangle in contradictory ways, ebb and flow, change unpredictably, and produce strange and unexpected results.
The source of the energy impact is a brilliant light, like a mysterious rainbow running through the sky. This light contains the origin from the subspace, making it impossible for mortals to look directly at it. The atmosphere on the battlefield where the battle was about to begin instantly became strange and mysterious, as if blending into an incredible illusion, just like the two Da Luo Jinxian before preparing to fight.
The moment the sky was torn apart, an ominous atmosphere emitted from the black-purple cracks, almost like a passage leading to an unknown omen. This deep black purple seemed to have material essence. It flowed in the air like a liquid, forming a thick and eerie cloud.
This black-purple substance swirls and twists in the fragmented sky, like black smoke, but it is unusual. It exudes a power that is both joyful and evil, and has an indescribable sense of oppression. From the torn cracks, black-purple light seeped out, and the light continued to twist and deform, showing strange symbols and patterns, as if some ancient magic spell was blooming in the air.
The entire scene became eerie and unsettling because of this black-purple substance. If a mortal were to visit this place for no apparent reason and see the situation in front of him, he would definitely go crazy and turn into a twisted egg of chaos. Fortunately, the only mortals who visited here were in a relatively claustrophobic space at this time. They only knew that because of their arrival, the demons started a fight outside, but they did not know the real situation happening outside.
On the other side, a ball of black-green surging energy was also tearing apart the sky.
Shalaxi Demon Scourge, who was exiled by Darkus and the others in the Lauren Loren Golden Pond, was resurrected by its master. After receiving the master's order, it led the army to hunt, but it was the one who was at the forefront. They suffered a brutal blow the moment they came out, and the Tzeentch demons had already taken the lead and fully developed the theory of superior firepower.
Usually, the All-Changing Demon Lords rarely fight in person, not because they are cowardly or kind, but because they prefer to command the army and control the direction of the war. They can keenly discern the threads of fate on the battlefield, and manipulating these is commonplace for them.
But at this time, the All-Changing Demon Lords who were lazily flapping their huge wings chose to fight in person. In response to Shalashi's arrival, the staffs flowing with corrupted light were raised high by them, and the crackling energy continued. Surging, their beaks opened wide, and the energy instantly roared into a storm.
The servants of Tzeentch are not as savagely powerful and brave as the bloodthirsty servants of Khorne, nor are they possessing extraordinary resistance and endurance like the servants of Nurgle. But the power of change cannot be measured by crude means like matter. The ever-changing demon kings are rolling in the sky, burning infinite energy. Their magical creations scream with extraordinary energy, thunder and lightning, and strike devastating blows at their enemies.
Two powerful forces collided fiercely on the battlefield, releasing colorful lights, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the sky, decorating the entire battlefield like a dream or an illusion, just like fifty years of life. It is also like dew and electricity, so it should be viewed as such. The entire battlefield has an indescribable sense of abstraction. If the best mortal painter appeared in the best position at this time, he would not be able to create the magnificent picture here.
Shalaxi was not destroyed in the face of the menacing ability attacks. It was the most capable fighter under the Prince of Darkness, even though it had not appeared for a long time. It brandished its shield against a swirling iridescent light of turquoise tones. This light is like a beautiful whirlwind, but it contains the power of destruction. Its shield trembled slightly under the impact of the light, but it steadily blocked the menacing attack.
Then, a twisted and dazzling white light struck, Shalaxi reacted quickly and cut it off with a swing of his spear. Amidst the harsh tearing sounds, the white light shattered into countless fragments under its spear, exuding a flickering brilliance.
Shalaxi took a solid defensive posture, blocking the left and right, and responded to various attacks flexibly. Its movements are like a gorgeous dance, and every swing shows superb combat skills. In this colorful light, as an outstanding attacker, it is like a battle-experienced guardian, fearless and firmly resisting the powerful force from the enemy.
"Do you like it? Do you feel happy? Of course, of course, this is just the prelude before the change." Amon Gaj's voice came out from its huge beak, and the voice was ever-changing and unpredictable. The sound echoed across the battlefield like a dark symphony. After saying this, it waved the staff again, and a black energy burst out from the tip of the staff and rushed straight towards Shalashi. There is an indescribable power in this energy.
"Welcome your return!"
In order to gain greater power, the Chaos Gods launched an endless struggle. This struggle is called the "Great Game" by them.
The Realm of Chaos is the playground for Tzeentch's Great Game, in which one of his most infamous masterpieces was tricking Khorne's most powerful Grand Morkarbrand into betraying Khorne, burning his magic away A disease of Nurgle's incomprehensible nature. He loves this game above all other entertainments, and for Him it offers not only endless fun, but also unlimited opportunity and variety. He constantly displays his ambitions and meticulously satisfies his desires, always manipulating or countering his opponents' perfect plans in clever ways. Through intricate strategies and changes, he subverts the plans of the other Chaos Gods time and time again.
Tzeentch's conspiracies are many, none of them simple and crude. Obsessed with its complexity, the few mortals and gods who can sense it believe that the plan may be contradictory. He is patient enough, but He is also fickle, tending to add intricate details to His machinations and even to create obstacles. He delights in the construction of every plan, adding an unpredictability to His plots that confuses enemies who seek to preempt them.
Darkus' sudden visit made Tzeentch aware of fleeting opportunities and changes, and he keenly captured a trace of unusual opportunities. This opportunity is a intersection of entertainment and power, and He knows how to make this game more interesting and unexpected. By showing cooperation with Darkus on the surface, He was able to quietly make arrangements behind the scenes to pursue greater interests.
Tzeentch creates more disruption and chaos by manipulating other gods or forces. By guiding conflicts between different forces, it can push the entire situation in a more complex direction and create more opportunities for itself. This multi-level control ability allows it to operate with ease on this chaotic stage, setting the stage for this time. Great game, great performance.
The All-Changing Demon Lord is a knowledgeable tactician, proficient in countless plots and strategies. Under their command and control, the fire demon standing in the sky has also found its own position amidst the complex changes, facing from the cracks. The armies of Slaanesh emerged pouring firepower.
The one who appeared behind Shalaxi was also the Keeper of Secrets. If Darkus was here, he must have recognized the Keeper of Secrets that caused him great trouble at the beginning. As the second Keeper of Secrets appeared, The third, fourth, and fifth ones also appeared one after another. After enduring a round of blows, the secret keepers used the spells given to them by their masters to fight back. The lust demons riding chariots and Slaanesh beasts did not have such good luck. The moment they appeared, they were blown to pieces by a wave of powerful magic, and they were turned upside down. The Slaanesh beast rolled under the impact of the explosion, its huge body flying awkwardly in the air, letting out bursts of roars of pain and pleasure.
Energy continued to erupt between the chariot and the Slaanesh beast, drawing the newly arrived servants of Slaanesh into a supernatural storm. Colorful sparks burst into the air, and the energy swallowed up their originally powerful defenses. The entire battlefield seemed to be a chaotic scorched earth, with debris scattered everywhere and smoke and dust filling the air.
The demons belonging to Tzeentch and Slaanesh surrounded each other in this way, releasing waves of energy, making the world constantly shake. The All-Changing Demon Lords screamed in defiance of the arrival of the Slaanesh army. At the same time, a powerful magical energy with terrible power was condensed by them again. The lavender wind they cast blew the Slaanesh demons, and there was a hint of lust. The evil demons tended to blow back into the rift, dark brown light streaks slapped the twisted faces of the Slaanesh demons, and the weeping amethyst clung to the bodies of the Slaanesh demons and kept biting.
Shalashi, who was still taking a defensive stance, waved the gleaming spear crazily, and the energy continued to explode on its body. The stinging and burning energy made it extremely painful. Its skin was constantly cracking, flowing out of its gorgeous eyes and black-purple blood that caused it pain and joy.
The ever-changing demon kings who were constantly changing positions in the sky began to hold their staffs tightly with both hands as the battle situation escalated. More terrifying spells spewed out from their beaks, and purple-blue flames shot towards the leader. The secret keeper was covered, wrapping the secret keeper in a wall formed by the fire of chaos.
Energy swept toward Shalashi again, and the terrifying ability tore through the air, leaving behind a thick plume of toxic smoke. It was engulfed in flames, caught in the flames, and surrounded by suffocating firelight. It sensed the decline of its own strength. It tried to launch a desperate counterattack, opened a passage for the army behind, and completed the task assigned to it by its master. Regardless of the severe pain in its body, it fought back the light patterns of flames and magic. Its spear flashed, cutting through the threads contained in the energy, tearing the terrifying energy into a broken curtain.
However, the wide-open beaks of the All-Changing Demon Lords turned into malicious smiles, but they were not as proud as before. They were still completing the tasks assigned by their masters. Normally, they would not attack together. The All-Changing Demon Lord is divided into nine levels, all of which have great titles. Just like Ejik, who came with Carlos and Amon Gaje, has the title of "Maze Keeper".
However, since change is fickle for Tzeentch, even the most favored archfiend can fall out of favor in the blink of an eye. There is no doubt that Tzeentch's ranking criteria are inexplicable and seem unfounded even to the most intelligent of Kalos's servants. They don't want to fall behind other big demons in this battle and have their rankings lag behind. At the same time, they also want to see the complicated changes.
The staffs of the All-Changing Demon Lords roared again with the harsh sounds of various distorted and mutated colors. Except for the secret keepers who were still struggling to support themselves, the desire demons following behind had already been blown away, and even at this moment, The five secret keepers couldn't hold on any longer. They felt energy seeping into their bodies, and a terrible tiredness hit them.
On the other side, the black-green rift was also opened, and the benevolent father came to save its poor people and send the gospel to other beings who broke in here. The plague carriers riding buzzing rot flies appeared first. The high-level plague carriers riding on the rot flies were called plague fly envoys. This was a title that had a commendable humility, but it concealed the The power behind the title.
These rot flies are not flies, but huge demonic insects whose abominable appearance is enough to leave festering scars in the hearts of mortals. From their commanding position, the plagueflies can effectively monitor the disease raging on the battlefield, and they can quickly intervene in the battle should Nurgle's divine plan encounter strong resistance.
Then came the Pestilence Riders riding Plaguetoads. These Pestilence Riders are often known as the vanguard of the Plague Daemon battle line, charging into the enemy array like expanding cannonballs. The Great Unclean Ones, who were very healthy and did not fall into despair, appeared. They were energetic, persistent, gregarious and emotional. They formed a huge team. Under their command, the walking plague carriers marched towards Slaanesh. The daemons rushed, and the Plagueflies riding the Rotflies rushed towards the Tzeentch Daemons prowling the sky.
The All-Changing Demon Lords did not show any expressions of hatred when they saw the Nurgle Demons appearing. Instead, their bird-like faces showed a kind of smug malice. The appearance of the Nurgle Demons was in line with their unpredictable precision. calculate.
Under the continuous attack of energy, the somewhat tired and broken Shalaxi could only barely cope. Its defense speed became slower and slower, and it vaguely noticed that its body was beginning to weaken. Its terrifying eyes widened wildly, and one arm clutched its muscular chest, scratching the scaly surface. A ball of crystal flame began to shoot outward from its body, exploding its shimmering purple skin.
Shalash's chest was rising and falling, as if there was a powerful and primitive energy surging in it, ready to burst out. In the din of the battlefield, its body became more and more unstable. Suddenly, it opened its huge mouth, and a long tongue drooped helplessly, curling in its mouth in despair. The raw energy leaked out from the growing wound and surged in all directions like a torrent. Its body began to convulse and twist, and a wail of extreme pain was heard, shaking the entire battlefield.
With its limbs twitching wildly, Shalaxi raised his arms, and his ravaged body stiffened in a burst of pain. It seemed to have experienced the most extreme joy, just for a few moments when its heart stopped. Here, its chest suddenly exploded, and streams of pure and violent energy spewed out like a volcanic eruption. The energy flashed brightly and dimly, making crackling sounds, cutting the air on the battlefield into pieces. It seems to be a firework that exudes mysterious light, embellishing its surroundings with extraordinary beauty but full of destructive power.
A strong wind roared out from the place where Shalashi stood before, like a giant beast breaking free from its restraints. The strong wind was so fierce that it knocked down the secret keepers who were standing. The broken earth continued to sway under the influence of the strong wind, as if the backbone of the earth was also shaking.
The erupting fire gushes out from the cracked pit, and the purple-blue raging flames roll in the strong wind, dyeing everything around it with a colorful layer. At the same time, a strange howl circled around, like Shalashi's soul wailing. This wailing sound was like a piece of joyful music, permeating the air, making the atmosphere of the battlefield more solemn and terrifying.
At this time, the All-Changing Demon Lords couldn't help but let out shuddering laughter when they saw the terrible experiences Shalash had experienced under their shaping. The ever-changing laughter is like a group of mocking evil spirits teasing a strong man who once stood proud among the others. It is full of irony and ridicule, and seems to be conveying their congratulations on Shalashi's return through laughter.
After the laughter ended, the All-Changing Demon Lords looked at the Nurgle Demons who were already close at hand with hateful eyes. However, they did not attack. According to their master's instructions, they saw new changes in their bodies. Under the command, some fire demons went above the lake to intercept the plague flies trying to enter the palace. The large army retreated, temporarily leaving the battlefield to the servants of Slaanesh and Nurgle.
Each Chaos God has its own opposite. For their master, this opposite enemy is Nurgle, who is responsible for disease, corruption, death and corruption among the Chaos Gods. Nurgle, also known as the Plague Lord, is the eldest of the four gods, for as long as there is life, there must be corruption. However, Nurgle is also the embodiment of rebirth. After all, decadence is just part of the life cycle. If the old doesn't go, the new won't come.
Tzeentch needs to change, but his loving father uses a completely opposite ideology and form to refute Tzeentch completely. Nurgle provides a kind of pessimism and despair that has no choice but to accept the status quo, and at the same time is not only satisfied with himself. Depravity, but a complete addiction to the cycle of expectations.
This also creates the never-ending rivalry between Tzeentch and Nurgle, with Tzeentch pitting never-ending evolution and change against Nurgle's closed loop of endless, stagnant cycles of life and death.
Of course, not only are Tzeentch and Nurgle antagonistic, Khorne and Slaanesh are also antagonistic. War and massacre, murder and massacre are manifestations of Khorne, who regards fighting and killing as the highest honor. Slaanesh is lazy and hedonistic, and fighting is seen as a small means of fun, entertainment, and entertainment. The things that we value most are seen as so frivolous by others... At the same time, happiness and anger are essentially opposite and conflicting.
While the three demons are playing a great game in this fragmented space, Khorne, who loves war, will join as a matter of course. However, the arrival of Darkus allows Tzeentch to see endless changes. In this short period of time, In the meantime, Khorne followed Tzeentch's advice.
As a result, the army of Khorne appeared on the territory of the Dark Prince, pointing directly at the six realms in the center of the Kingdom of Slaanesh.