The Game of Demon Hunter

Mage, wizard, psyker, or whatever it is called, in short, those spellcasters who are constantly pursuing knowledge have always been Tzeentch's favorite targets.

It is willing to accept those knowledge seekers who are bold enough, and then impart those taboo and dangerous knowledge to them with natural malice.

By the time those curious souls realize that they have made a big mistake, they have often made an irreparable mistake.

Tzeentch has always been the most mysterious and cunning of the four gods of the subspace.

When a person, good enough, shows his talents on the road of magic or technology, and begins to devote himself to the knowledge that the predecessors have not mastered, he will often find Tzeentch at the end of the road.

Behind the destruction of the Ottoman Empire was the shadow of Tzeentch, who lured the mages to explore the secrets of the crystal wall system.

It was He who influenced the minds of the mages with negligible whispers, tampered with some insignificant data, and finally that huge explosion directly connected the boundary between the world and chaos.

As the culprit of the chaos, Tzeentch naturally would not miss this good show. He is very interested in the [Mechanical Heart] that stores the knowledge of another world.

Victor got a new life, and even though it was forced, it was worth celebrating.

After waking up from the mage's tower, he saw his stupid apprentice and experimental product collapsed on the ground like a candle that was about to melt, became inhuman, and then flowed into his mouth.

During the whole process, Victor seemed to have been pressed the pause button, unable to resist.

Victor is not a rookie, he knows what Chaos is, and there are even books on Chaos in the Witch King's reference room, which vaguely mention the existence of the Four Great Evil Gods.

He feels very good now, the magic problem that he couldn't understand before is being solved, the unsolved mystery that was once publicly rewarded by the Witch King, quickly came to a conclusion in front of Victor, and troubled many mages for countless times. About the nature of magic, in his exposed before.

"This is the truth! The door to a new world has been opened before my eyes!" Victor sighed contentedly. At this moment, he already owned the whole world.

But in an instant, he found that he was forgetting this knowledge. Although he had memorized it all in his mind and could reproduce it at will, Victor found that he was gradually becoming difficult to understand those esoteric knowledge.

Sensitivity to numbers and syllables is fading. After experiencing desperate struggles and sincere repentance, Victor finally realizes that he is no longer that wise spellcaster.

He became a mortal who remembered the model of every spell he had learned, every word in every spellbook, but could not understand what it meant.

For a former spellcaster, this is the cruelest hell.

Without Tzeentch whispering a word, a word, turning him into some disgusting creature, Viktor succumbed.

Turning a spellcaster into an illiterate is definitely the most vicious torture in the world. Victor did not hesitate to give up the mage's original thin morality, and sincerely worked for Tzeentch.

Having experienced peak heights, Master Victor is willing to give everything in exchange for that knowledge.

Wangxiang City, as the center of this series of events, has long been seen and kept in the heart by Tzeentch's new henchman Victor.

When he let go of his beliefs and opened his brain to embrace Tzeentch, the wisdom and reason that once belonged to him returned.

Mage Victor is like a conscientious nanny, guiding travelers in the forest, green skins, players, orcs, and everyone who wants to participate in the Wangxiang City Carnival is his target.

The coming of St. Tzeentch's family requires enough sacrifices, and the alliances and conspiracies between several forces are the shining points of wisdom.

In addition to Khorne, Tzeentch can also draw strength from it, and those rotting corpses have become Nurgle's best sacrifices.

Only Slaanesh didn't benefit from it, and the participants in this war were either greenskins who didn't even have a gender, or paladins who could be called disciplined troops.

And the players participating in it are more professional and smarter than each other, and they will not easily reveal their flaws.

If he was given a chance to speak, this would definitely be the most boring war that Slaanesh has seen in recent years, with no fun at all.

With the help of the power of chaos, Victor easily summoned a thundercloud storm that was much larger than before in the castle of Retribution.

The bright sky was quickly covered by dark clouds, and the thick brontosaurus constantly showed its ferocious appearance in the clouds.

"I said, let there be wind!" Victor stood on top of the thundercloud, feeling unprecedentedly happy. With one wave of his hand, the strong wind began to blow from the direction of the sea.

The battleships of the Paladin Expeditionary Force docked in the port were making creaking noises in the storm. If the solar sails hadn't been removed in advance, they might have capsized directly.

The warships still cruising outside were not so lucky. The sudden cross wind caught the captain and the helmsman by surprise. The strong hull withstood the pressure in the wailing, but the mast could not.

The huge solar sail was torn apart in the storm, and the mast was broken off. The ship would capsize in the sea just a little bit, and the sailors and paladins jumped into the sea decisively to escape.

Blessed by the great Lord of Dawn, this place is not too far from the shore!

"I said, let's have some more fish!" Victor's eyes have long since lost the human part, and a pair of protruding eyeballs without eyelids can rotate 360 ​​degrees.

This is a new gift that Tzeentch bestowed on him, along with the technology of body modification that he has been studying for so many years.

As soon as Victor's voice fell, the sailor who fell into the water felt something entangled his ankle, and was dragged into the bottom of the sea without even a chance to scream.

The paladins encountered even bigger problems. A large number of arm-length fish appeared around them, each with fine scales, sharp teeth, and malicious smiles.

Not only can these fish smile, but they can also call out their names, and they call out the names of the paladins and swarm them to eat them.

In the end, no one was able to swim to the shore alive. No matter whether it was an extraordinary person or a mortal, they had no ability to resist in the face of such an attack.

"Lord of Dawn, this is our disaster day!" The acting commander stood on the deck and prayed to the Lord of Dawn.

And the Transcendents of the other expeditionary forces have already smelled the stench of chaos.

PS: Post first, check for typos later....

PS: Thanks to the book friend @知白晓黑 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @半死者罗文 for the reward