Chapter 80 80, Thank You, Skarbrand

Looking at the big demon in front of him, Dukel thought it was the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle of the Ascended Demon at first glance, but after a closer look, he found that it was Carlos, the Lord of Change.

Along with the big demon, there were countless Tzeentch demons emerging from the darkness.

The former Lord of Destiny was distressed because he knew everything about the past and the present, but could not perfectly see the future, so he came to the Well of Eternity at the center of the real universe, hoping to gain the ability to see the future from it.

However, Tzeentch did not dare to jump down by himself, so he coaxed his Lords of Change to jump into the Well of Eternity one after another, but none of them could return from it.

Until Carlos appeared, the Weaver of Destiny climbed out of the Well of Eternity alive. It became abnormally old, and in the eyes of the demons, it was completely crazy and grew another head.

Since then, it has known the past and the future, but cannot see the present.

When asking it questions, one of its heads will tell the truth, and the other will tell an equally credible lie.

But Duker didn't believe a word of it.

"Carlos, since you know the future, do you think these chains can trap me?"

"These are chains made of your anger, faith, and hope." "You" one head of Carlos responded immediately, but the other head paused, ". You can't break free."

"Wrong answer, you are lying Carlos." The original body walked forward easily, and the psychic chains were stretched straight as he moved, making a "creaking" sound under the heavy load.

"Since I came to this world, I have been a soldier crossing the river, a wheel of eternal progress. In fact, I have never been an enemy of anyone, but I have never been away from fighting; I have never held hope, but I have saved countless compatriots; my flame has never been really angry, but it has burned countless souls."

"Do you know why, Carlos? Because I am moving straight forward, and you are blocking the way, so I want to crush you, it's that simple."

As Duker's voice fell, the psychic chains tied to him made their final wails, and the chains that were pulled straight finally reached their limits, breaking in the void and shattering into countless psychic light particles.

"You" Carlos wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the scream of another head, "You are not the second original body! Where did you come from! The direction of the fragments of fate is blurred again, who are you?!!"

"Hahaha Carlos, everyone says you are crazy, but I think you are still quite normal." Duker said with a smile.

"Because you are all crazy, you can resonate?" Magnus, who was hanging on the waist of the Primarch, took the opportunity to complain.

"It's quite interesting to chat with you, but unfortunately, no one cares what a madman says." Dukel raised his chainsaw sword and pointed it at the big demon not far away.

"Impossible." "This is not true." "Destiny is far away." "What went wrong?"

Carlos did not answer. Its two bird heads collided with each other, as if it knew something from the words of the Primarch that they could not understand or describe.

It stood there like a madman, talking to itself, chattering; its limbs danced randomly, and its wide robes swayed constantly.

So much so that it did not realize that the Primarch was approaching it rapidly, and perhaps it would cut off its two heads in the next second.

Just as Dukel's chainsaw sword was about to swing down.

Gulu——

A crystal ball rolled down from Carlos's wide robe.

At the moment of rolling, the crystal ball suddenly exploded, accompanied by a familiar strange laugh, and the cage constructed by psychic energy captured Duker in it.

The chainsaw sword that was still swinging was blocked by the cage. If it weren't for this sudden change, Carlos would have been completely killed in the next moment.

Ding! ——

The energy carried by the chainsaw sword exploded at the moment of collision, and the impact even lifted up the big demon that was close at hand, but it did not split the seemingly fragile psychic cage in front of it, which seemed to be made of crystal.

Carlos, who was lifted up by the violent force, climbed up from the ground in silence.

It no longer spoke, but silently commanded the Tzeentch demons to launch an attack together-countless vicious spells were drawn out by the demons, and fell on the original body in the crystal cage like fine raindrops.

A magical scene appeared. The cage that could not be shaken by the original body's great power was penetrated by these spells without any obstacles, and fell on Duker with incomparable precision.

The translucent mental force field shook continuously under such intensive spell attacks.

Looking at the mental force field in front of him, Magnus's head laughed almost crazily, "Hahahaha, as expected, everything in the universe cannot escape the manipulation of the Lord of Destiny, and you are the same, Dukel. There are only two ways in front of you - destruction here, and offering your soul to my Lord again!"

"Stop talking nonsense, show me how to break this spell." While speaking, the Primarch took his head off his waist.

Dukel's research on psychic energy can only be regarded as a little knowledge. Facing the spell that cannot be broken by brute force, he has no better way.

But fortunately, he has someone who understands hanging on his body.

Under the stimulation of the power of the soul, Magnus's one eye suddenly emitted light of different colors. Under the irradiation of the light, the spiritual energy nodes hidden in the crystal cage were lit up one after another; the hidden runes appeared. , leaping like an elf in the crystal cage.

"Dukele, you really deserve to die!"

Magnus said through gritted teeth - but soon, he was completely distracted by the profound runes in front of him; exploring the secrets of Tzeentch at close range was also a rare opportunity for the demon prince.

"How, how to break this spell?" Duker asked.

"Well, it is only possible to break through it after suffering strong physical damage from the outside world. Maybe, my Lord's spell is too profound, I have to study it further."

"waste."

Duker directly hung Magnus's head back on his waist.

"No, brother, let me take a look at the runes on it again. I beg you." Magnus, who had remained silent even when his head was beheaded, begged his brother for the first time at this moment.

"Dukele, don't you want to get out of here?"

"There's no need for Magnus. Although I don't have the ability to predict, as a warrior, intuition is often more trustworthy than prophecy."

"What do you mean?" Magnus asked confused.

"Have you ever thought that your master is the master of change? The success of his plan has never been the source of his strength, change is. So even if I don't have to do anything, I can get out of this cage."

"So you are sitting back and waiting for death, my proud brother?" Magnus sneered.

In his opinion, sitting in a cage waiting for Tzeentch's scheme to unravel on its own was sheer folly.

"How about making a bet, brother? Within fifty seconds, this cage will be broken open. If it cannot be broken open, I will give you your freedom. If it can be broken open, you will encounter a difficult spell next time. You must help me with all your strength.”

"How could your intuition come to such an accurate conclusion in fifty seconds?" Magnus asked horribly.

Even the most powerful prophet has never made such accurate predictions.

If his brother has such a clear grasp of the future, then why does he need to stay with the Lord of Destiny? Just change to believe in Duker!

"No, I saw it directly."

With the blessing of spiritual energy, the original body's bright eyes penetrated the layers of clouds in this dark world. After crossing a long distance, he saw with his own eyes a group of Khorne berserkers rushing towards here like a torrent.

Their speed was extremely fast, and in less than half a minute, this red torrent crashed into the front line composed of Tzeentch demons.

They slashed left and right in Tzeentch's camp, turning the orderly formation into an intertwined vortex in the blink of an eye.

A bloodthirsty demon as strong as a hill showed unstoppable bravery. Like a wild bull, it broke through the layers of formations composed of Tzeentch demons - and was still there after being slapped. After casting a spell on Kalos, it roared loudly,

"The skull of the Primarch."

"Surely presented under the throne of brass!"

The bloodthirsty demon said so.

"No!"

Under the shouts of Magnus and the ecstatic eyes of Dukel.

The great demon of Khorne jumped away, his mountain-like body drawing a perfect arc in the air, and the war blade in his hand struck heavily on the crystal cage.

boom! ——

The flames that had been accumulated in the cage for a long time exploded with the shattering of the crystal, blowing the bloodthirsty demon away at a faster speed than when he arrived.

The crimson flame spread wantonly, and all the demons were wailing in the sky-high firelight.

The heavy footsteps of the original body walked out of the fire step by step, like a god of fire, walking through the curtain of flames, revealing his majestic body.

"thank you."

——"Skarbrand."