Chapter 996 Have You Ever Heard Of...

"Oh? Do you really think that the price I and Carlos offer you is the same? Why don't you take a closer look?"

Khayon hesitated for a moment, then shrugged indifferently. He cast his eyes to the surrounding space, and soon he noticed something strange.

Carlos simply conjured up the figures of the people Khayon cared about, and promised him that these people would accompany Khayon.

Khayon didn't like that kind of abrupt birth. It was like you buried the old dog that had been with you for more than 10 years, and then one day the dog climbed out of the grave and ran to your door and barked.

But what Tzeentch showed Khayon was not the same.

With a light hook of his finger, the picture on Khayon's left made a sound.

"The Thousand Sons have never betrayed the Emperor! I beg you to calm down! I will personally take you to our father to explain it clearly!"

Khayon, dressed in red armor, knelt on one knee to Leman Russ, his armor was full of scars, and his breathing was rapid and difficult to calm down. Leman Russ in front of him was also sweating, with an expression of recognition and surprise on his face.

The wolf king pointed at Khayon with the tip of his axe and said, "You are good, take me to see Magnus, the little bastard who made a mistake."

Under Khayon's leadership, Leman Russ met Magnus, and after some communication, they understood that Horus had changed the Emperor's order.

Prospero was not bombed, and it was still the cultural treasure house shining with the light of knowledge.

"This. This." Khayon was shocked by the picture and didn't know what to say. The content was full of loopholes, and it was simply a story that only a naughty child could make up.

How did he stop the furious wolf king? And how did he make Magnus, who was locked up, willing to go out and talk?

Khayon's wisdom allowed him to read countless ancient spells, but he couldn't let him fill in these loopholes with a suitable explanation.

But there was more than one picture that surprised and puzzled Khayon? More pictures emitted sounds beside him, attracting him to watch one after another.

"You bastards! Where is Mefitari!"

The furious voice rang out under the dark spire of Gomor. Khayon, who was wrapped in psychic lightning, smashed the magnificent and gorgeous gate.

"Stop that damn monkey!" A pale-faced dark Eldar noble screamed, and his guards rushed towards Khayon with poisoned spears and sharp blades.

But Khayon just raised his hand slightly, and the surging psychic energy crushed these cruel guards to death. Their spines were pulled out and used like spears.

No dark Eldar could stand in front of the furious Khayon for a second longer. They died in batches, like wheat knocked down by a storm.

In the end, Khayon found Mefitari deep in the palace.

"Mefitari." Two different Khayons made the same emotional call. Under the extremely painful gaze of the other Khayon, the Khayon in the picture held the scarred Mefitari in his arms.

"Is that you, Khayon?"

Mefitari's voice was hoarse and unpleasant due to torture, but in Khayon's ears, it was more touching than any heavenly sound.

"It's okay, Mefitari, I'll take you home."

Just when Khayon wanted to see what would happen next, the picture stopped abruptly and suddenly switched to the arrogant and bold Ahriman casting the red spell.

Ahriman wanted to use this dangerous spell to free the Thousand Sons from the pain of flesh and blood distortion. He recited the spell loudly and asked the power of the warp to descend here.

Khayon suddenly appeared in the ritual field, scolding Ahriman for his audacity while destroying his spell. In the end, the red spell failed to take effect, and the Thousand Sons did not turn into ashes. Although the flesh and blood distortion still existed, Khayon was convinced that he could find a way to solve the Legion's problem.

More and more fragmented pictures were presented in front of Khayon, which could not form a logical timeline at all, but more like a temporary impulse.

Khayon saw himself supporting his sister in the hospital and learning to walk with difficulty, and then he and Abaddon hugged each other warmly to celebrate the complete victory of the 13th expedition.

"What on earth is this?" Khayon couldn't help asking, and Tzeentch answered him patiently.

"This is your regret, your unfinished unwillingness, don't you want to live again and correct your mistakes?"

Khayon was shaken. He just rejected Carlos because what should have happened had already happened, and even if he was resurrected from the dead, it could not make up for Khayon's sense of debt to them. But now Tzeentch gave him a chance to fix his mistakes. Khayon can use the advantage of the prophet to guide this regretful universe to the future he wants.

"No. I won't agree." Khayon shook his head. "You will probably deceive me with a bunch of false fantasies. When I am doing the best, I will wake up, and you will laugh at my stupid distorted mirrors all around."

"No, no, no. I swear to you, these will all be true."

"Really?"

"Really, solid reality, a timeline and destiny line that unfolds just for you."

"It still sounds like a ridiculous illusion."

"When my plan is realized, the old world will collapse and the new world will unfold. What I promise you is a place in the new world, where you can do whatever you want, even if you eliminate me in your world line."

This statement confused Khayon, "If you eliminate you in my world line, will you be safe? This doesn't sound in your interest."

"No, no, no, by then I will sublime and become the true master of my destiny. All unrealized and realized destiny lines will not be entangled together and slowly unfold depending on various changes. Instead, they will be free and parallel. Spread out, each line can fully extend its past and future. I can exist on this line or on that line. I will be infinite, and my sacred number will be negative infinity. All numbers to positive infinity.”

This statement made Carlos, who was huddled in the corner, feel excited. It turned out that his great master actually had such a grand goal. This was something he could not even imagine.

Unfortunately, Khayon was not the Great Demon of Tzeentch. Although he was surprised, he lacked the emotion of admiration. He seemed to be convinced by Tzeentch, stretched out a finger and said, "Last question, how are you going to do it?"

"You and Magnus are really alike. You are curious about everything and want to explore everything." Tzeentch couldn't help but narrowed his eyes as he assessed the risk.

"At least I respect knowledge and don't want to be above knowledge like my arrogant father."

Tzeentch chuckled a few times, and then whispered to Khayon, "Have you ever heard of the End of Time?"