In an instant, countless "conceptual daemons" composed of pure logical paradoxes, unsolvable puzzles, and infinite loops were unleashed. They had no physical bodies, no claws or fangs, only strings of twisted, animated "information."
Some daemons took the form of an ouroboros, their very existence declaring, "This statement is a lie." Others were hybrids of Schrödinger's Cat and Zeno's Tortoise, forever trapped in a state of being "both dead and alive" while "never arriving." Still others were vast fractal structures, every tiny fragment containing the instruction to "kill all fragments that do not contain themselves," plunging their interiors into eternal, endless logical civil war.
Like viruses, these formless daemons followed the Obelisks' energy-absorption pathways, surging toward the control hub of the entire network.
The Gretchin legions commanded by Sharpfang and Ghazghk were utterly helpless against such an attack. They could withstand blades and gunfire, but they could not fight a "question."
Tzeentch could almost foresee the delightful scene to come: these logic bombs would completely disrupt the Obelisks' energy flow, turning "intake" into "backflow" and perhaps even triggering a chain of explosions that would swell that stupid ball of flesh into the most dazzling firework in the universe. Its destruction would become another of Tzeentch's great masterpieces, an eternal parable of "intelligence triumphing over brute force."
Liu Zhipeng did not so much as move. He simply floated in the void, watching Tzeentch put on a spectacular show.
The conceptual daemons gleefully rushed into the Obelisks and followed the energy conduits, diving headlong into the depths of Liu Zhipeng's soul like a mob of philosophy graduates racing toward reincarnation.
Then they encountered [primordial quickening].
This hungry "embryo," still gestating, was clamoring to be fed because of the imbalance between the C'tan Power and Chaos power within it. It had no shortage of