Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 79 Sterilization and Disinfection

"what--"

Magnus screamed and rolled up from the ground. The psychic storm that automatically burst out from his body followed the retracement of the body of light and intervened in the real universe. The virtual fire and surging vortex set off violent winds within the scope of the spell. The unprepared Perturabo next to him was suddenly slapped onto the wall engraved with golden runes, and Morse's light body fell after hitting the ceiling.

The boy who returned to Prospero's consciousness urgently grabbed the gap between the wall bricks with his hands in annoyance. He endured the red giant's long and piercing scream that was more piercing than the shrillest Olympian actor. He withstood the psychic shock and squinted his eyes. He yelled at Morse who was falling: "What are you doing!"

Morse's body refilled and recovered before he landed. He stood in the center of the storm, and after giving Perturabo a mysterious smile, he reminded Magnus unhurriedly: "Contain your psychic powers." , Magnus.”

As soon as he heard the word "psionic power", the wave caused by Magnus in the etheric projection suddenly disappeared after a peak explosion. Perturabo was finally able to open his eyes and see clearly the face of the red giant twisted in pain. .

After glaring at Morse, he also secretly wondered what Magnus had experienced.

Magnus sneezed continuously as if he was suffering from an acute illness, and then moved his hands and feet randomly, struggling to turn over from the ground like a man about to drown in the ocean. His trembling elbows supported his numb body, teetering, and then He kept coughing.

His red facial skin was as pale as if he had just been dug out of the soil, his multicolored eyes faded into pitch black, and tears poured out of his confused eyes, blurring the extremely collapsed face.

The young scarlet giant looked numbly at his fist that was crawled over by Nurgling through tears. Even though he was extremely resistant, the superior brain function of the Primarch immediately helped him recall the soft and rotten touch of Nurgling and the mouth that was bleeding pus big mouth.

He only felt his stomach churning violently, his esophagus blocked and convulsed, and his heart was filled with despair.

He stepped directly into the rotten black mud with yellow and white bubbles, thinking it was like walking barefoot in the small garden in the backyard.There, his neat robe was covered with indescribably disgusting grease and waste liquid, mud mixed with stinky plasma and unidentified sticky phlegm surged from the edge of the soles of his feet, gurgling and covering his insteps, and then Something covered in mucus crawled along his feet, clinging to the skin and crawling up his calves...

Morse put on an extra pair of disposable gloves on his hands wrapped in black cloth.He poked the giant's trembling shoulder, and asked in a normal manner, "Is this the result of your research on subspace?"

Before the words fell, Magnus opened his mouth uncontrollably, and vomited on the ground.

He has been obsessed with research for the past two days and has not eaten much. The vomiting of the real thing quickly developed into a painful retching that wanted to turn his body inside out. The retching was mixed with sobbing and severe coughing from time to time.

Before Magnus could start vomiting, Mors teleported away far away, folding his hands in front of his chest, his fingers tapping his arms lightly like playing arpeggios.

After being mentally prepared, Perturabo decided to approach Magnus, ignoring the vomit, to comfort the first brother he would bring back to Terra.

As soon as he took two steps, Magnus crawled back in horror, eyes wide open, and screamed in grief: "Don't come here!"

He raised his heavy head and looked at Morse, as if he saw something very terrifying: "You don't want either..."

These two people must also exist here with the power of ether!That frantic, indescribably disgusting, extremely dirty power!
Before finishing talking, the possible nerve conflicts in the gastrointestinal tract and other internal organs in Magnus sent chemical stimuli through the blood circulation to the wonderful nerve center of the original body, and the reflected signals were transmitted to the corresponding organs through the nerves, triggering a new wave. Chakra can only spit out a small amount of saliva and other liquids, a miserable retching.

With the turn of the golden rune, the vomit on the ground was cleaned up.Morse's fingertips glowed with golden light, and he approached step by step: "I'll sterilize you, don't move."

"No!" Magnus shouted, and just about to get up, he lay on the ground with soreness and unbearable pain. Every muscle was numb and weak, and he couldn't move. Several diseases that should not be infected by the original body gradually appeared. sign.

Regardless of the blurred vision and the dripping nose of the disease that was taking effect, he coughed word by word: "You...don't, don't..."

"Don't be afraid." Morse persuaded gently, bending down next to the lying Magnus, "This energy is cleaner than Kia space psychic energy. You can feel it calmly."

"Liar-" Magnus sobbed and couldn't breathe.There had never been a moment when he wanted to take a bath so much. He wanted to jump into the lake and wash until the day the world was destroyed.But he knew that the water in the real universe could not wash away the smell of subspace. "You are the same...it must be..."

Thinking of how many times he had immersed himself unpreparedly in the vast ocean, happily absorbed the wind of ether into his body, combined it with his own flesh and blood, and conducted various miscellaneous experiments, Magnus felt bursts of excitement before his eyes. Hei, he wished he could forget his existence on the spot.He couldn't help crying: "I thought... I thought... it was very clean and useful... I didn't see it..."

Morse snorted, his expression unchanged, but Perturabo, who had been with him for many years, knew very well that this low moral guy was quite happy now.

"Seriously, you can feel these spells," Morse stretched out his palm to Magnus, "it belongs to a different system from psychic power, I think it's pretty clean. Lie down, Magnus, I Gotta give you a fever-reducing shot. It won't hurt at all, I promise."

"You also use... ahem... psychic powers! No, don't..." Magnus resisted with all his strength, trying to move his weak hands and feet, trying to escape from the psychic light in his eyes.

In his perception, the power that Morse pulled out is indeed different from the etheric psionic power, but he has been deceived by the subspace once, and now his throat still has the scars from being densely packed when he screamed on that rotten ground. A strong sense of nausea that the combination of insects and foul-smelling miasma rushed into the mouth.

He would never believe in any unfathomable power, after all, the last thing Morse evaluated as clean was that garden!
Magnus couldn't bear the shock a second time.

Morse shrugged his shoulders. After estimating the remaining strength of the weak Magnus, he waved his hand at Perturabo: "Come and help press your brother who is constantly moving around."

Perturabo found that a layer of swirling sigils appeared on his hands, which not only isolated the contagious subspace atmosphere, but also increased the strength in his young body.

He approached Magnus from the other side, who was eager to shrink his huge four-meter-high body into a baby-like ball, and there were traces of thinking and judgment flashing in his ice-like blue eyes.

Afterwards, he chose to believe in Morse, ignored Magnus's screams, and pressed his back hard.

The golden ball of light in Morse's hand immediately changed shape and transformed into a particularly huge syringe for giants. The golden mantra in the empty cylinder was condensed into a liquid, and a terrifying drop of water slowly dripped out from the needle tip and dissipated in the air. .

Seeing this, Magnus struggled even harder: "Don't—what are you going to—"

"Perturabo, you saw it." Morse said with a smile, "Your brother is really not calm. He was so scared that he turned red."

"Obviously his face turned pale with fright." Perturabo sighed.

Morse laughed loudly, picked up the syringe, pointed it at Magnus's lower back, and injected all the transfigured liquid into the ashen-faced Magnus.

Magnus, who was already on the verge of fatigue, couldn't support himself, and finally fell into a coma.All kinds of diseases on his body were also swept away by the spell, and all disappeared before breaking out.

The rune swept across his body and soul, and after a few rounds of careful inspection inch by inch, the golden light stopped flowing.

Magnus' rapid breathing gradually eased, and the radiance of his soul gradually stabilized, wilting into a bunch of listless copper-colored fireballs.

If one ignores the scarlet giant's face full of tears and messy clothes, he would sleep peacefully.

"He'll be fine." Morse burned the disposable gloves, sat down, and patted the ground beside him.

"I know." The boy let go of Magnus and walked over. "I understand you. Psionics is the problem?"

The two sat on the ground together, waiting for the poor red giant to wake up.

"Now we can talk about Magnus," Morse said.

(End of this chapter)