Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 39 Fool
"You see, despite my terrible reputation in the world, I tend to think that I am the most extraordinary person in the world. You see, if you think about it, no matter where I sit, as long as I sit a little Say a few words, wink and play some manipulative tricks, and everyone will not only smile cheerfully on their faces, but also be full of joy in their hearts, saying that I am really a fool and a lunatic."

"Look, the creases on their faces have been flattened layer by layer, and the sea is not so quiet in the wind! When they see me, they change their appearance, as if they have drunk the fruit wine from the mountains and chewed the God’s forget-me-not, you don’t even see the frown on your face at all. This is what normal people should do, so that they are also happy, and so am I. I have achieved my role! So you don’t want to laugh, and you don’t want to cry either. You weirdo who doesn’t want to cry, who is scolding me with your stubborn face, are you also a fool or a madman?”

"I'm not a fool, Cruz," Morse said quietly.

The expelled prince's cloudy eyes widened. Slowly, the corners of his mouth were pulled upward, and the bone-white teeth were exposed from the tips of his lips, and soon the gums were visible.

Giggling, he got up off the ground, grabbing at the hem of Morse's robe.

Morse took a step back, a spark of psychic energy flashed, and Cruz's fingertips immediately ignited with scorching fire.

He screamed in agony, fell back to the ground holding his fingers, and stared at Morse with round eyes, with strange purple marks like scars etched in the center of his pupils.Andos outside the door heard the screams and wanted to stop him, but hesitated again and again. His trust in Morse prevented him from breaking into the room.

"It hurts, you are not a man." cried the mad prince, "Father, let me kill a few people and tear them apart, and I will no longer suffer! You have flattered me so much! The ego has become Fools, you would rather pay homage to tyrants, bow down to dead souls, living plagues, and inhuman ghosts who have died a thousand times already!"

"Hasn't its face already told you what a mistake it is? Its clothes are all false, and its eyes from the galaxy, the sky, the vast ocean, always there A source!"

Morse didn't want to communicate with people who were losing their minds. It would only add to the frustration.He waited for Cruz to be quiet while looking at the furnishings in the prince's room.

The tyrant did not restrict Cruz in terms of food and clothing, and Locos had no such habit.The various daily necessities in the room were not lacking in anything except those with sharp edges that might cause the mad prince to damage his body or escape.

One of the most abundant items was piled paper—not the thin white paper Perturabo was studying, which had sharp edges, but the rough and mushy paper Lokos was used to.

Each piece of paper is filled with indecipherable words and drawings in charcoal. Some of the drawings on the paper are newly drawn with blood. As for the old blood-stained drawings, although no strange things have happened so far, Squires still come periodically to collect it and burn it.

Morse stepped over the debris on the floor, wrapped the paper in the air with spiritual energy, and sighed softly: "I thank you for maintaining good hygiene habits for a lunatic, Cruz."

Cruz rolled in a half circle on the ground and licked his injured finger.

Different patterns are drawn on the centers of different papers, including huge eyeballs, burning trees, dead snakes, and broken and reassembled limbs.Cruz's painting skills were so difficult for Morse that he was even attracted by his poor painting skills for a moment.

"If no one can understand your drawing, you have to blame yourself, fool." He flipped through the Mad Prince's graffiti, "You draw so ugly, who can understand?"

"But I also have one thing to praise you. Your psychic control is so unexpectedly good that I didn't come to kill you earlier." Morse bent down and whispered to Cruz. "I always thought that the one who lived in Locus was just an ordinary little psyker, Cruz."

Cruz was in tears.

"Stop crying, fool. Why do you want to see me." Morse threw graffiti in the prince's face.

"Haha, you idiot! It's obvious that you are here to be my guest, but you still say that I want to see you. Why are you so smug and self-righteous?"

The mad prince suddenly turned his face again, angrily tore up all the graffiti that fell on him, got up and stomped on it, "You ungrateful guy! I gave you my eyes, why are you so greedy?" ! And whimsical wanting this and that! You god-cursed, exiled, deceitful, pathetic, pretentious thing!"

Morse sighed and considered whether to knock Cruz unconscious and read the memory directly.

"Why six people?"

"I saw you coming like this, and you came just hearing the number! Isn't that the cause of your death, fool! Do you still ask me why I am six? Then I ask your six vultures Where did they fly by! I didn't see them! I didn't see them!"

"I'm losing the patience to translate your crazy words, fool."

"But that's how I see." The prince shed tears again. "So many voices, so many shadows, I see one picture after another."

He knelt down in a panic, collected the scraps of paper on the ground and hugged them in his arms, "It's all here, it's all here, I'll tell you everything, save me, are you happy because of me? I Please save me, I don’t want to see it again! I don’t tell lies! No one can make me lie, but they all say that everyone I see is a lie! Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, Body, consciousness, I don't want to cry anymore!"

"I've had enough," Morse said to himself. "Do psychics have to talk like this? Can't they just follow my example and use some simple and easy-to-understand statements instead of throwing out a series of goddamn puzzles?"

He didn't want to bring his wicker chair here, so he condensed the water and squeezed out a seat made of ice, and took advantage of his characteristic of not being afraid of cold and heat to sit on.

"You stupid prophet," he scolded in a bad tone, "What year is it now?"

"It's the year 790, monster." The prince obediently knelt on the ground holding the shredded paper. "The stars will rise today, and everyone is watching it climb to the top of the cliff. Its hands are bleeding. .”

"What year is tomorrow?"

"It's the year [-], monster. On this day, the star is very angry, and everyone is calling for it to change its name."

Morse was lost in thought.

"What year is the day after tomorrow?"

"Nine years, 840, monster. How unaware of its cheers on this day when the sun has set on the mountaintops, and the stars have gone with it!"

"Further?"

"It's the year nine hundred and ninety-nine, monster. On this day, the stars lost to time, and the debris of the stars fell all over the sky. It lost so miserably, so whose fault is it!"

"Finally?"

"It's the next thousand years, monster. On this day, the stars will burn and kill everything on the earth because we disobeyed him! My poor sister, she loved him so much, she lived and died by him In the palm of my hand!"

Morse stood up suddenly, and the ice crystals shattered and rolled all over the ground, then evaporated in the high heat.He grabbed Cruz's cheek fiercely, and the violent psychic sparks burned down most of the memory areas of the mad prince along the neural connection, and at the same time caught all the phantoms in the projection of his soul, cut them to pieces, and the flames of reality flew into the air When it was burned, all the manuscript paper on the table, wall, and floor were burned without mercy, and the smeared fabrics on some furniture were destroyed together, leaving nothing behind, and the ashes of the fire fell everywhere.

The mad prince fell to the ground, twitching uncontrollably. His miserable wailing made Andos finally couldn't help pushing the door open: "Mr. Morse, please don't..."

He looked at the indoor scene, and slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "...hurt him."

"Come on," said Morse icily. "Your brother is indeed mad."

"Isn't it the devil possessed by the religion?" Andos asked worriedly.

"No." Morse turned and strode away. "He just saw too much."

In the door that was closed by the attendant, the mad prince's murmurs continued: "The one with his chin raised, he is conceited. The one with his face covered, he is lazy. The one with the flower crown on his head, he is vain. . The restless one, he is fanatical. The one inlaid with gold and silver, he is celebrating. The host, he is happy... He is here! His spirit has descended, you have to see ah!"

(End of this chapter)