Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 77
Morse swallowed the question several times, and Magnus led him to introduce the magnificent world in his vision.

The Crimson Giant babbled to him about the perilous reefs of the great ocean, the unfathomable depths, and the nameless predators, sometimes emphasizing that it was the Emperor who led him somewhere beyond comprehension.These words fell into Morse's mind, and he only wondered when the Emperor's teaching style became gentle.

But when he saw Magnus playing harmoniously with a few things with dark pink smooth skin, goat horns leaking juice, layers of dirt falling out of broken black fingernails, and short pink and blue feathers on the back of their heads, the scene was... When the harmonious Gu Terra children were in the afternoon courtyard of the kindergarten, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you take a shower after returning from the vast ocean?"

Magnus sent away the unknown servant of darkness, his face still showing the pure joy of exploring and gaining new knowledge.

"I clean myself before going to bed and when I get up in the morning, but why do I need to take a shower after returning to the real body?" he asked puzzledly. "Well, is it because we are lying in the deserted city this time?"

"You're so clever," Morse said.

At this time, a group of quarreling demons appeared in pairs and flew past them on a magic disk and a disk full of books and quills. Their deformed hands and feet were directly connected to the huge multi-eyed head, overflowing with filthy atmosphere and disharmony. The noise made Morse grateful for the expressionless expression of his form.

Magnus followed them with his eyes, watching them dive into the depths of the ocean again.

"I call them scribes," he said cheerfully. "They also love secrets and knowledge, and can sometimes unleash a mighty storm from their accumulated spells. Have you ever seen them?"

"Yes, long ago. Show me your record book," Morse said.

A projection of a book floated from Magnus' waist, and he turned it to the corresponding page number. Morse used a spell to extend out of the body, leading the album to the front of his eyes.

Drawn on the papyrus is a pair of fluffy blue creatures that resemble birds, similar in form but not in spirit to the unborn things Mors saw.Someone deliberately blurred their specific appearance, only to see that they are brightly colored, smart and clean after being recorded.

"Fortunately, I didn't raise any birds." Morse only glanced at it before returning the album to Magnus.The latter simply turned the thick record book to the blank page at the back, ready to record the morphology and characteristics of new species at any time.

"Because if you raised birds in the real universe, would you now find that they are not as beautiful as the creatures here?" Magnus thought he had made a good joke. After a moment that was so short that it almost didn't exist, the black linen There was a light laugh from below.

"If you think you've seen the beautiful subspace creatures, then you haven't studied this place deeply enough." Morse said, "It sounds like you are still well protected after so many years. Human children, who stay at home in a friendly courtyard with small acanthus flowers and blue lotuses floating in the pond, think that this is the dream place defined as paradise in secular dogma.”

"Really, I never thought that it would take care of an individual so carefully, but it is indeed the only one that has the mood to change the individual's cognition so troublesomely."

"Morse..."

"I'm no longer interested in your erroneous explanation." Morse was rarely so direct.

After drifting along the ether for a long time, he finally confirmed that Magnus could not hear the sarcasm of others as long as the words turned around - perhaps because he had never been sarcastic before.The long-term pursuit and praise made him selectively forget the ability to accept irony.

"Uh, Morse, I don't think you should judge me so hastily," Magnus rarely showed obvious displeasure, he grasped the album in his hand, like a debater grasping the arguments to help him win, "In Prospero, my theoretical achievements are far ahead of any other scholars, even the Emperor will not belittle my achievements... It is you who want to see my research content, I think you will like it... ..."

"I'm telling the truth, Magnus." Morse took off the black linen cloth he was wearing. "Don't be so quick to be arrogant. You haven't studied this far enough, you don't know where the real beauty is to be found."

The black cloth removed by Morse floats in the non-material space, losing the restraint of the spell. The linen seems to have been washed and soaked with excellent spices and ointments, and a silky light purple luster shines from the center of the black linen. Soon, like water droplets soaking through the silk, delicate circles are painted and seep outward into the whole material, bringing the deep pink and purple color back to the essence of the fabric, and its refracted form within the comprehensible range of sentient beings is unknown. Feelingly transformed from rough linen to smooth silk with no traces of silk weaving, flowing light and light, as soft as nothing.

Magnus looked at this seductive piece of silk in amazement. In his vision, the hazy light blue and the charming purple seemed to be competing for dominance, and seemed to blend intimately with each other.

When a few purples prevailed, his mind immediately shook like the tip of a candle in a soft wind, and when the familiar blue returned, he felt that this piece of fabric was mysterious and dangerous, containing endless secrets and knowledge . "Is it beautiful?" A voice came from the transparent golden light, and Magnus found that he had completely forgotten Mors's criticism just now.

He was so itchy that he couldn't help but use words of honor: "Can I take a look?"

"Don't be anxious, scholar." Morse said calmly, "Last time I visited the owner of this weaver, there was some disharmony in the end, and the only items I took away were this half roll of silk. I will take you to her today. Knock on the door outside the palace to see if you can see one or two thousandths of the beautiful scenery I saw last time from the outside."

There was a thin, sharp voice that seemed to be noisily trying to dissuade Magnus, but his desire for the beauty Mors spoke of made Magnus easily overcome the voice.He classified it as his own delusion.

"Can't you go in and have a look?" Magnus was eager for knowledge.

Morse confirmed the stable state of the corresponding spell in the external real universe.

If he hadn't been unprepared last time and experienced the battle with the Blood God, he would actually be able to escape from the realm of the Lord of Bliss.

Besides, this time, within the domain of others, perhaps a nasty fellow will have to escort them in order to keep its intended pawn.

"If she allows us to go in." Morse said with a smile, throwing out the silk, weaving a curse into a thin thread to pull Magnus, following the will of the silk to return to the source of its birth, and quickly descended into the vast ocean. latent.

Time and space have no absolute meaning here, as if it was just a moment, or maybe a long time later, Morse saw the golden sand plain he had set foot on again.A stranded sailboat was docked on the shore, its whole body was scorched by fire and could not be reused.

Magnus held his breath, fixed his eyes on the thousands of glazed gold jades in the golden sands, and the greedy souls wandering in the sand plains, wishing he could rush into the sixth ring by himself in the next moment, take out the mystic measuring instruments on the spot Start studying energy structures.

The scene in front of his eyes is constantly changing. Sometimes he sees a deep and strange secret place where treasures are collected, and sometimes it is replaced by a flashy and luxurious wilderness. In rare cases, some twisted and dark evil shadows sway from the depths of the golden sands. And pass.Whichever was the truth, Magnus couldn't resist.

He felt that he fully understood why Morse said that he had never seen the true face of the vast ocean.

Magnus reached down, and Morse approached with him.

At this moment, the entire Golden Sand Plain retreated a large piece, and Magnus was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the light purple satin flew out of Morse's hand, and fell straight into the depths of the gold coin hill without a trace. Afterwards, the entire gorgeous scene quickly faded away, leaving no afterimage.

In a daze, he heard an inhuman voice that was neither male nor female grunting angrily. The sound wave turned into a scimitar silver blade and stabbed towards his side.

Morse flashed easily and complained with a smile: "It seems that not only did she not welcome me, but she also insisted on taking away the clothes she gave me."

Magnus stared at the place where the sandy plain had appeared in despair, and fell into an abyss for a moment. The deep regret made him not even want to answer Morse's topic about clothes-a transparent nothingness wearing a piece of black cloth. Where?
"Don't be sad." Morse comforted softly, "Let's go to the next place and knock on the door. I still have two wonderful places to recommend to you."

He really wanted to see how the Umperator could continue to blind Magnus within the jurisdiction of others.

(End of this chapter)