Emrys completely dismissed the prophecies spoken by the followers of Tzeentch as nonsense. Perhaps it was a preconceived notion, but his trust in Tzeentch was virtually nonexistent, equivalent to zero!
Who knew if Tzeentch was plotting another grand plan?
Or, was this also part of the plan?
In any case... not a single bit could be trusted!
Observing Emrys' sneering expression, Scott wasn't angered. He merely said blandly, "Lord Emrys, you seem... to harbor a great misunderstanding about my master."
"I don't think it's a misunderstanding," Emrys said, gripping the Spear of Song, searching for his next opportunity.
This old bastard had repeatedly treated his mansion like his own backyard, coming and going as he pleased. If he were to let him get away again, where would his own dignity be?
"Heh heh, Your Highness Emrys, you seem to have forgotten" Scott's appearance became somewhat strange, as if many faces, dozens, hundreds of throats, emitted different vocal tones, all blended into one voice, eerie and bizarre: "Though my master is the master of Deceit, the master of Change, the Schemer of Lies, he... is also the 'Weaver of Fate'."
"Yes, if you hadn't said it... I almost forgot."
Emrys' eyes were full of scorn, and he sneered, "The Schemer of Lies, the Weaver of Fate, the master of Deceit you speak of, only hides in the Warp, like a rat in a sewer. Every time he fails, he only uses the phrase 'This is all part of the plan.' Is this what you call fate?"
Who doesn't know?
Tzeentch's so-called schemes, regardless of success or failure, always end with the phrase, 'This is all part of the plan'?
In the entire Warhammer Universe, if one had to say, the most hated was likely not Nurgle, but Tzeentch... This guy wasn't just stubborn, he was also a 'troublemaker'!
Sometimes, even the other three gods of the Warp didn't mind uniting with the Imperium to stab this 'schemer' in the back first!
It just goes to show how bad Tzeentch's reputation was.
"If you say... death is my fate."
Emrys took half a step forward, his eyes burning with fire as he stared directly at the twisted Scott: "Then, I will gladly accept my fate, but even death cannot make me fall into Chaos, and you... you heretical wretch, you have only one fate, your soul will burn in purgatory!"
King of the Heavens, combine!!!
Under the impetus of his will, the belt activated its Spark core, and a deep purple metallic battle armor instantly covered his entire body, like a War God!
The power of the Primal King Kong continuously surged into his body, allowing Emrys' immense energy to be injected into this battle armor from the belt's core!
Spatial shift!
Whoosh!
Under Scott's astonished gaze, Emrys' figure instantly leaped before him!
So fast!
Scott's pupils constricted. He clearly hadn't expected Emrys to have another trick up his sleeve!
Without warning, and no premonition from the Warp!
This was not an instantaneous jump using the Warp, so Scott's psychic predictions gave no warning whatsoever.
By the time he perceived it with his naked eye, his vision was already filled with the Spear of Song, imbued with immense psychic power, radiating a dazzling light, like a meteor, tearing through space!
The spearhead magnified in his pupils!
"No!!!"
The strong death premonition made Scott's scalp tingle. His twisted face showed a hint of terror, and he quickly chanted obscure, blasphemous syllables with the hundreds of throats he had been granted!
That was high-level sorcery!
The wisdom from the Warp, the unreachable domain of the gods, instantly enveloped the study!
The malice of the Warp surged, carrying the might of the gods, seemingly trying to stop the thrusting spear!
One inch, two inches!
The Spear of Song was actually stopped by a resistance, and the surrounding space distorted, as if being slowed down, then slowly retreating!
Books falling from the bookshelf flew back to their original positions one by one. The shattered wall and cracked floor all seemed to be experiencing 'reversal'!
Watching the scene unfolding before his eyes, Emrys' heart almost stopped beating.
He had imagined the limits of a psyker, but he had never expected that Scott could make time within an area... flow backward!
What should have been a sure-fire strike instantly reversed the situation, and the fear on Scott's face turned into a sinister sneer.
"Do you see?"
He spread his arms, and countless throats emitted voices: "This is the great power of my master, even making time flow backward, such a terrifying sight can be achieved!"
"Shut up!"
The depths of Emrys' pupils were filled with a bloody crimson, and a palpable killing intent instantly filled the entire study!
"I will make you die, even if... Tzeentch came, he still wouldn't be able to save you!!!"
Don't forget... Emrys was also a psyker. Under his high-pitched, intense emotions, even more surging psychic energy poured out from the Warp like a bursting dam!
Kill him!
Kill him!
Kill him!
That strong killing intent was at work, injecting a powerful kinetic energy into the spear, which had shown signs of stagnation!
"You dare to show off, I'll make you fly!"
With a roar, Emrys violently thrust the Spear of Song into Scott's chest!
Boom—!!!
The reversed time suddenly returned to normal!
The spear, trailing a blood-red stream of light, sent Scott flying, landing in the garden outside, impaled to the ground by the long spear!
The enormous impact directly shredded all the blooming flowers in the garden, and they scattered like raindrops, carried by the howling wind!
Spatial transfer!
Emrys stomped on him, gripping the bloody spear embedded in his chest, his voice chilling: "Now, tell me... did your master prophesy that you would die by my spear?!"
In the swirling dust, the man pinned to the ground twitched in pain, but was powerless to make a sound.
"It seems he didn't prophesy it."
Emrys sneered, pulled out the spear embedded in his chest, and was about to end his life, aiming for the head and thrusting when...
The swirling dust was dispersed by a gentle breeze!
The person lying on the ground had miraculously changed from 'Scott' to... him, Merlin Emrys!
What?!
Emrys' pupils constricted. He suddenly exerted force, forcibly stopping the thrusting spear, his face showing an expression of extreme horror: "Why... did it turn into me?"
His hand, gripping the spear, trembled uncontrollably, his mind a blank.
However, the 'Emrys' lying on the ground suddenly grabbed the spearhead, glaring at him: "Why did you stop? You should be the one to die, you coward! You wretch!"
The spear was pulled by 'his' immense strength, piercing his brow little by little, but Emrys was so shocked by this scene that his mind went blank. He subconsciously exerted force to pull out the spear, retreated two steps, his pupils slightly trembling: "You, you are an illusion!"
"Hahahahaha"
Watching the horrified, retreating Emrys, the 'Emrys' lying on the ground looked at him with resentful eyes: "You will regret it, you will definitely regret it... Merlin Emrys!"