Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 71 The First Arrival at Prospero

After the red boy fell like a meteor into Prospero, he had not dreamed of the burning earth for a long time.

The phantom of Lone Moon was dyed scarlet at the end of the long firelight. The gorgeous square made of pitch-black glass was destroyed and shattered into thousands of unpredictable rotating fragments under the golden-handled ax wrapped in blue lightning. The silent people cast cold glares. , brown-black oil and fire floated from the green pool next to the once lush trees and shade.

The Pyramid of Fotep and the great library, which condensed countless crystallizations of knowledge and wisdom, turned into dust amidst the manic howls of wolves. The savage wolves tore at the fragments of civilization, and the burning sections of papyrus rolled in the suffocating smoke.

Under the sky, everything is dust.

A black snake was coiled on the top of a dead branch that was brittle by fire, and smiled ferociously at him. Its scales were tens of millions of ever-changing pitch-black eyes.

When the dead branch broke, a pair of extremely colorful and gorgeous wings grew out of thousands of eyes. The azure light was dyed with the remaining streamer of its action, and it glided from the tall tree with the giant snake. The bird claws on the snake pressed his body. Shoulders throw him into the ruining earth.

Its hissing caused endless confusion, and the infinite changes tortured every nerve in his body that was screaming.

Moments later, the giant snake's shape changed again, and he saw a monster in a black robe with fluffy hair and a pale face, with an eternal mocking smile on his mouth.

The next moment, this human-like and inhuman image once again turned into smoke and dispersed...

He woke up from his dream, and the cool shadow of the fig tree and the water vapor of the pond were still peacefully dispelling the noon heat wave for him.

In the distance, the pyramid is still bathed in the clear sky, with no signs of destruction, as if this tranquility will last forever.

"What's the matter, Amon?" the young voice came curiously, and the energetic tone contained infinite curiosity.

Amon turned his head, and saw the red young giant sitting in the shade of a tree holding a volume of books. His copper hair was as lush and fluffy as flames, and as soft as the most gentle vermilion grass.

"Another dream about destruction, I've done it many times." Amon gently explained to the young giant.

After the crimson child arrived in Tizca, he witnessed how he completed the transformation from student to mentor in just one year. He was a genius that Prospero had never had.

The figure of the Scarlet Son is also growing day by day. It seems that after only a few days and months, he has grown into a big child about four meters tall. His heart is still pure and flawless, and he is always looking for beauty Walking on the road full of curiosity like a child.

"Is there any difference in this dream?" Magnus shook the hand holding the scroll, and the wheat-colored linen softly stirred up microwaves as he moved.

"It's still the same old way." Amon said, but he remembered the man in black robe who appeared last.His heart, gripped by the pain of witnessing the destruction, gradually became alert.

Is that the person associated with this dream of destruction of all things?
Or was it the man in the black robe who burned all the dust?

When this thought arose in his mind, he seemed to hear a sharp bird call, like water droplets brushing against the gravel, silk curling over gold and iron, and it swept away elusively.

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The fog there has become thicker in recent days, and the waves of the vast ocean are endless, surging around the psychic planet that is particularly conspicuous in the subspace.

Numerous ripples are interlaced continuously, and in the dazzling web of changes, layers of rustling and rustling sounds gradually sounded, coming and going in an instant, and there is no moment in everything that is the same as the last instant.

Mors paused outside Prospero, suspended quietly in the vast ocean.

Something was waiting for him.

He confirmed this with crystal clear clarity.

Morse suddenly felt like laughing, because at Olympia, he messed with every single one of them.He observed the direction of energy around Prospero, settled down, and checked his various status indicators, as well as the condition of the juvenile Perturabo's body he was carrying.

Confirming that he was ready, he entered Prospero's atmosphere.

After surfacing from the Warp, Morse briefly scanned the planet's surface, observing the clothing and customs of its inhabitants.

Compared to Olympia, the people of Prospero live a more peaceful life.A relatively small number of humans live in a few unabashed cities, holding books and enjoying the time living together with blue lotuses and date palms under the glorious white marble and golden spiers reaching the ceiling.

If he had to use a convenient metaphor to describe Prospero, Morse would say that this would be the paradise after death that the ancient Egyptians dreamed of.

The fluctuation of psychic energy is almost everywhere. After a little induction, Morse confirmed that the descendants of psykers who escaped from the old night are the main residents of this small garden-like planet.

After surviving some unknown disaster, people settled down in the remaining city and did not care about what happened among the stars.

Morse switched to another system of theory, and a spell shined through the black linen.

He bypassed countless fragile minds soaked in spiritual energy, and after a short large-scale search, he easily identified a particularly bright red soul that seemed to be composed of leaping living fire and flying dust.

In that very short moment, the red soul turned to him.

Magnus saw him.also good.

Morse settled in an abandoned and deserted city near Tizca, Prospero's most glorious city.

He randomly picked an unoccupied house whose walls and roof hadn't been destroyed by the wind and sand, and he modeled himself a new body by imitating the clothes of the local people—a black gold-rimmed robe with a slightly changed shape, a hood to keep out the wind and sand, and The scarf, and his face.

He had no interest in peacock-blue shadows around the eyes, nor did he want to wear flashy gold and silver headdresses, so the final product was similar to his last set of go-to templates.

After a brief hesitation, Morse released the artificial body of young Perturabo from the void.

There is almost no time difference between the entanglement of the call between the body and the corresponding soul and the time Morse releases him.

It was obvious that Perturabo was not doing his own thing seriously at all, and was thinking about connecting with this body from morning till night.

Morse mobilized the spell, pulling part of Perturabo's consciousness toward him.

I have to say that compared to the three-meter-tall one, this child who is one-third shorter than him looks more pleasing to the eye.

"Is this Prospero?" Perturabo got up from the ground and patted the hem of his clothes quickly, adapting to the unfamiliar viewing angle.

He saw Morse and raised his eyebrows: "Have you changed your clothes?"

"Anyone who is not blind can see this," Morse said. "We will go to Tizca to meet your brother later. If you want to change clothes, I can buy them for you."

"No need. I just discovered that my body, clothes and limbs are not connected together."

"Because I made an extra model for you. Let's go, let's go and see what the dressmakers in this city ask for."

　I'll write it after I cut it off. The timeline is early now, so there's no rush; anyway, my rba is sinking, so it's impossible for Lao K to ship it.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)