Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 72 Magnus
"That's enough, that's enough." The Tizka treasured a piece of spar handed to him by Morse, and reluctantly looked away from the illusion of ether wind that was undulating deep in the spar. "Is this child yours...?"

"He is my apprentice."

"He's my father."

The tailor's eyes widened in surprise.

Morse patted Perturabo's head and said quickly, "This child's biological father died early, please understand."

Now even a precious crystal that simulates the inner waves of the vast ocean with an image cannot offset the clothesmaker's doubts.

He took out a long-stemmed reed engraved with grid lines and measured Perturabo's size. From his frowning brows and hesitant cheek muscles, it could be seen that this simple man had many questions.

He motioned Perturabo to open his arms, deftly let the simple tape measure pass over the boy's back, and politely avoided touching the skin of the foreign boy.

In the end, the Tizcans opted for a friendly opening.

"Where did you come here?" asked the olive-skinned native. "Is there anyone living out there? I thought there were no cities outside of Tizca."

"Not only are there, but there are many," Morse said. "It's very far away from here and the lifestyle is different - what outfit do you want to wear?"

Perturabo looked around, "The east display wall is the second row from top to bottom, and the second row from the side near the door to the inner side."

"Very organized, young sir." The Tizcan man praised you. "You will be very welcome in our library. In recent years, the great scholar Magnus has added many albums to the library, some of which are even Illustrated, just right for a child your age to read."

"I'm not a child," Perturabo said sullenly.

Morse walked over to Perturabo to look at the ready-to-wear samples of the cloth gowns of the local common boys' style, and said casually, "Well, you're not. Is Magnus well-known among you?"

"Of course, he saved all of us." As soon as Magnus was mentioned, the Tizcan's words immediately filled with sincere admiration.

He temporarily freed one hand and pointed out the window, "At that time, the spirit-eating bees were in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, covering the entire darkness on top of our heads. They just need to open those terrible jaws, once It can kill fifty people, and it is said that the invisible eggs can also take root in our aura through the ether. My spiritual light cannot join our thinking barrier, so I hide in the house, terrified of fear."

Morse silently read the man's mind, and determined what the spirit-eating bee was-a subspace entity full of the strange smell of the Supreme Heaven, and its attack power was a bit strong.

Anyway, he didn't raise it.

"And after that?" Perturabo asked.

"He passed by this window with fire burning in his hands." The Tizka people praised: "The fire burned all the way to the sky, burning all the beasts, like a flaming giant. I fainted when I saw him Later, Rafaela told me that after she met Magnus that day, she suddenly learned to manipulate gravity through the ether, and could drag the Devouring Bee from the sky to the ground and tear it to pieces."

"Then he did save a planet at a very young age." Morse glanced at Perturabo. "Sounds like Magnus the Great Scholar is pretty capable."

"So?" Perturabo lowered his arms and stared at Morse.

The Tizka man laughed and said, "It doesn't matter, little sir, you are still very young. Get your new clothes here in three days. Goodbye, friends from a foreign land." After leaving the shop, Perturabo asked: "We Looking for Magnus next?”

"If you're not going to hang out for a while, or you're going to hang out for a while after finding a local guide, then yes." Morse said, "Where is your fleet advancing?"

"The Melantara star cluster is being cleaned." Perturabo closed his eyes and replied, "I asked them to give priority to ensuring the absoluteness and stability of their rule, so as not to have to return a second time after leaving. There is already one available The port where the Imperial fleet rests is in the early stages of construction."

"You see, at the same age, you are conquering the star sea, while Magnus is still in a corner on Prospero."

"Everyone's achievements are affected by both environment and talent." If you only listen to the text of Perturabo's words, then he sounds mature and rational, and he is not surprised by honor or disgrace, "So your deliberate praise does not work for me .I believe that as my brother, Magnus was accomplished in a different path than mine."

"If you say so," Morse said nonchalantly, "reach out."

He took Perturabo's outstretched hand and took a step forward. The surrounding scene was shattered and reorganized in the ultimate gorgeous color. The dark green leaves, clear waterways and shining white marble merged into a very small point. Expanding at a high speed, a group of bright and pure copper-colored living fire is at the end of the space transformation as a guiding coordinate.

In the next step, the two of them stepped in front of an extremely large glass pyramid. The neatly manicured green lawn and the pure white walkways together laid a pure foundation for the glass building reflecting the sun's rays. The pure gold arch several meters high The shaped channel is open to anyone who comes, and scholars and even civilians who are interested in knowledge are welcome to enter and read.

"How many people participated in the construction of this building?" Perturabo's mind immediately flew to the design of the building itself, "It's simply brilliant."

"You can ask Magnus directly." Morse pointed to the end of the arched passage, where a particularly tall figure was walking out. "I believe he will be willing to introduce everything he has created to you. After all, even if you are asked about your achievements, he will be happy to answer."

Perturabo routinely ignores the irony that is indispensable to Morse's normal speech. Sooner or later, he will have to compile a logically complete theoretical book to prove that Morse's way of speaking does more harm than good.

While they were walking forward, an extraordinary huge figure stepped out from the golden road towards each other.

His body is supposed to signal strength and danger, but the soft and soothing lines soften his menace.

The soft cloak woven from birds of prey flutters from the giant's shoulders, echoing the robes with similar color and luster and sheepskin rolls. The gold and blue bracelets and neck ornaments and the crown of pure gold inlaid with bird feathers make the picture more vivid in terms of visual experience. Be rhythmic.

The smooth red skin as smooth as molten copper did not detract from his magnanimity at all, but further highlighted the difference between him and ordinary people - just like a wise man stepping down from the base of an ancient mural or a copper statue, respectable and majestic. .

"I see you," Magnus said. The colorful light in his eyes was ever-changing, just as bright as gold at this moment. "In the vast ocean, the reflection of your mind in the ether wave is completely different from that of any mind. different."

"Because what you usually see is the human mind." Mortal smiled calmly, and patted Perturabo's shoulder with his fingertips wrapped in black cloth, "Magnus, your father asked us to take you back to Thailand. La. This is your brother."

"Perturabo," the boy introduced himself, "a Primarch from Olympia."

"Oh..." Confusion flashed across Magnus' wise face, and the giant bent down friendly so he could talk to his brother, "Are you my brother?"

"I am the master of the Fourth Legion." Perturabo's iron expression remained unchanged. "And you are fifteen."

(End of this chapter)