Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 43 Crossing the Ocean
Morse sat on the tiles at the top of the bell tower, leaning against the gilded spire that stretched into the night sky, closing his eyes.

In questioning he found no answer, and he belatedly acted against all fallen beings manifested and eviled.

His morality always forbade him from rashly erasing the objects of Chaos while he was capable of peeling away the evils of Chaos; and his patience sternly refused him to bear the anxiety one by one, carefully examine the hearts of mortals, Decide in turn which form of purification to use on mortals.

So he fends for himself ahead of time.

Some black strips of cloth wrapped around the fingers quietly loosened, and the cold spiritual energy poured out in all directions. The sharp change in entropy caused the temperature to drop, and the cold air carved crystal frost flowers on the surface of the tiles.

However, thanks to the precise control of the psychic owner, the frost flower centered on the spire of the tower, spread out only [-] inches and ended precisely, encircling an extremely standard circle.

If someone could magnify the tip of the frost flower infinitely at this time and peer down to the tiniest structure of frozen water vapor, then he would discover that every bend and outline is a component of countless ancient runes.

These countless runes fall like heavy objects, attracting each other with magnets, and automatically respond to the call of the psionic owner. He lifted it up to the sky above the vast ocean, and stared at each other across the bottom of the boat with a vast and boundless majestic nothingness.

Morse opened his eyes, his body did not move, but his spirit stepped on the surface of the colorful sea of ​​beings.

He seems to be ascending extremely slowly, but the next moment is already outside the entire planet of Olympia.

Compared with a single human being, the planet, which is extremely huge, shrunk into a round colored glass bead within the horizon, and the surface of the planet, which was originally covered with mountains and rubble, turned into a dark ocean with dark tides.

He saw one lamp after another going out in the depths of the projection of the ocean, and another lamp gradually lighting up in the darkest and brightest places, blocking the dark tide from rising up, and buried in the wick Burnt black cotton.

Countless souls see themselves as performers of an activity, yet that activity is carried to completion only by the surge of nature.

The endless dark void and the light of reality erode each other into a variety of colorful colors. Just like the countless other planets scattered randomly in the vast galaxy like beads and broken chains, the tide rolls, comes and goes, and is eternally balanced in competition.

Morse blinked, the perspective locked, layers of redundant patterns peeled away from his observations.

Olympia re-magnified in his perception, becoming a spherical projection similar to a divination crystal sphere.

All his distracting thoughts were cleared away before he started to observe, because he was going to actively touch the edge of the corrupted will, and the desireless man was the most difficult to swallow sharp knife for the hungry and thirsty.

His thoughts became pure and sharp, and he cautiously plunged into the sea of ​​emotions, pursuing those particularly manic, changing, turbid, and extreme breaths.

Maybe it was the next second, maybe it was the last second, and an extreme sweetness suddenly surged out of his tongue, like the thickest honey and the strongest spice, rushing towards his will in an instant.

A string of golden runes cut off the invisible object. Morse immediately followed the edge of this erotic stream and walked against the current. In one breath, he seemed to be in Kaldis thousands of miles away.

In the man-made crystal hall with six empty seats, the six chief priests are located in the east and west. The goddess of life and blessing overlooks the earth with a golden face of mercy.

Regardless of whether the previous religion was a purely good-hearted native religion, or whether it was really the tentacles of the Prince of Darkness, from this moment on, it has been, is, and will always be.

This fishy fragrance is still being nurtured and has not yet been born into the real universe. It spreads from the sacred mountain of Kaldis, the origin of the divine religion, through the spring of the goddess's birth.

This is the best time to eradicate contamination.

Morse's black robe was billowed by a wind that doesn't exist.The icy golden talisman appeared from his robe, and he didn't delay for a moment, his thoughts followed the six empty seats, and traced the whereabouts of the six priests from the sect of the gods.

He heard laughter murmuring in his ears, voices of men and women, old and young, their joy was real and its joy went with every shadow.

But the game never had any appeal for him.The time when the curtain began to shake in the blazing wind was not as long as the time when he got used to lying on the wicker chair to bask in the sun.

"The accomplice of the usurper..." the young voice sang to him in a low voice, and then quickly changed into a sweet and bitter chant, "Why even take him away! We can't see him clearly anymore, that steel man The echo of soul and iron..."

"We remember you, nothingness..." She sobbed softly, "What can you pay for this heir to repay the debt of his birth..."

Morse ignored the thing.

His only concern was controlling his power, lest he tear holes in the veils of this place before the Great Anguish annihilated the mortal world.

The chief priest of the No. 1 cult is in Caldis.He was having a lively conversation with the tyrant.

On the sand table next to the two of them lay a short message. The letter paper is as soft as yarn and pale as snow, which is definitely not at the level that Caldis's current technology can reach; in fact, only one country in Olympia currently has such a technical level.

Morse immediately crushed his soul and sealed the remaining contaminated units that were temporarily inconvenient to decompose in the invisible ice. He ignored the horrified call of the Tyrant of Kaldis and the looks of everyone around him and left.

In the real universe, in the center of the palm wrapped in black cloth, there appeared a crystal gem with a thousand kinds of brilliance, but it made people feel dirty and frightening for no reason.

The No.2 priest was in Akers, giving a passionate speech in the barracks.Morse noticed that Akers Barracks was at least half empty.He also killed this person.

He already knew the dilemma Perturabo was about to face, but he would be surprised if the boy couldn't solve it.

Priest No. 3 was traveling in the wilderness of the mountains. Morse confirmed that he was still on the road to an unknown destination, so he killed him.

No.4 The priest fell into the night's boundless joy, and Morse killed him.

The location of Priest No. 5 made Morse almost laugh. Of course, a religion that talks about fearing doomsday and judgment every day is undoubtedly closely related to the black doomsday itself.

He killed the fool who was sending a message to the Olympian satellite via one of the few remaining communication beepers.

As for the satellite itself, the stark contrast between the stability of reality and the limitlessness of behavior over there is almost laughable.

He had no intention of forcing a conflict with their anti-psionic heritage derived from dark technology before he was fully prepared - especially since he had other priorities at the moment.

The remaining breath of the No.6 officiant is particularly fragrant, like a dream and dew, pure and beautiful.Morse's restless pursuit continued until he located the specific location of this person.

He opened his eyes, took a quick breath, put the five gems in his hand into a black cloth bag that appeared out of thin air, and jumped down from the top of the bell tower.

　Thanks to Mr. Orz, the boss of Kudeng Night Talk
　　
　
(End of this chapter)