Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 82 The Familiar Ceiling
Magnus hesitated outside Tizica.

Under the shining white pyramids, pure water intersperses with green dwarf trees and brightly colored buildings with Tizica characteristics, and the whole city shines brightly in the sunlight.

However, from the perspective of an anti-psychic who has rejected the etheric space, Magnus immediately discovered that the city of Tizca is full of dangers and there is no safe place.

From the psychic defense barrier built on the outermost periphery of the entire city that has continued since the era of defending the spirit-eating bees to the present, to the psychic sparks and miniature psychic instruments distributed in the residents' lives in the city, to the various areas in the central core area of ​​Tizka. Institutes and Great Pyramids, the Aetheric Wind blows in every tiniest crevice of the city.

Psionic energy was the foundation on which Tizca was built, even though people back then didn't even know the nature of this primitive energy that seemed to come from the soul.People are immersed in the convenience brought by psychic energy without any scruples, from birth to death.

The more Magnus thought, the tighter his chest felt, and a new round of convulsions rushed up his fragile throat with nausea.

He could no longer open his eyes and look directly at the small town where he had lived for more than ten years.

A glance at the gleaming barrier outside the city reminded him of the seemingly clean wooden garden gates and fences in the vast ocean.

Looking at the lush green trees around the city, the rotting vegetation and countless flies chasing the stench will come to mind.

The faint laughter that came to his ears from the city was more and more like the shattered bubbles bursting up and bursting in the sticky lake water overflowing with black mud.

Magnus now just wants to turn around and leave this terrifying city filled with psionic energy, and his past of studying the ether behind forever.

But he had to go back to the city again, because he couldn't take a bath in the real universe, and he felt that his soul was going to return to the vast ocean.

Perturabo sighed silently in his heart, waiting for his poor brother to recover as he clutched his chest and started retching again.

He couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was doing wrong, so that here he was waiting for Magnus's sudden low and weak retching every three ten minutes, while there he was chasing Morse's boat full of water. Footsteps, and to appease every Iron Warrior who was frightened by the ghost, saying that the man in black robe, that is, the mysterious craftsman when the Legion first met was a friend of the Emperor, who was invited to investigate the situation after the Fourth Legion became the Iron Warrior. operating status.

After all, that's exactly what Morse was doing.

"It's time for us to enter the city," Perturabo reminded Magnus. "Can you let us pass through this barrier?"

Magnus raised and lowered the red arm with all the wrist ornaments removed, and the young giant looked down at him pitifully, the messy red hair lost its luster, surrounding his face, which was even redder from crying: "I... I don't want to Mobilize the ether to enter the city."

"Then you ask the people guarding the city to take us in?"

"Without etheric contact, you can only contact the guards after entering the city."

Perturabo fell silent.

Magnus shook his head and said nervously, "We can wait for their patrol to pass here."

"Yes." Perturabo said in a deep voice, "You are tall and have a prominent complexion. When they pass by, you have to wave to remind someone here. You are not allowed to pretend that you didn't see the guards."

Magnus nodded and moved dejectedly to sit on half of the collapsed wall that had been swallowed up by the sand.Perturabo, who was now using a body that would not tire, stood beside his brother.

After a while, Magnus whispered: "When I arrived at Prospero, my nursery capsule fell directly from the sky into the center of Tizica Square. This town is the last human settlement in the entire star dome , people live here, pooling their aetheric energies to build shields—even if their powers are superficial, surviving the predation of the Wraith-eating Bees."

"I learned all the knowledge here easily," the scarlet giant trembled, his tone even weaker, "I thought I could study more, so one day I walked out of Tizca and searched for traces of ancient knowledge in the wasteland. "

“I don’t remember what I did in the early days of Olympia,” Perturabo said. “I don’t have a memory. This year, when I reconstructed local history and gathered information, I saw my childhood from a third-person perspective.”

"But after logical speculation, when I climbed the cliff, I should also want to not be confined to a corner of the planet." Magnus nodded, his eyes dimmed.

"I walked hundreds of kilometers, wandering in the abandoned city. I had a lot of touch at that time..." He took a deep breath, his panicked face proved that he was very repulsed by the touch he felt at that time, "I saw A giant bird sculpture composed of thousands of colors, the moment I saw it, it suddenly shattered into countless delicate pieces. I found the mystery of spiritual power from its wreckage."

"I brought this knowledge to my mentor Amon, and then we brought the knowledge to all the scholars in Tizka. We set off a research craze." His voice was hard.

Perturabo said, "You made a mistake here?"

Magnus looked at Perturabo sadly.

"The study of psychic energy disturbed the balance of the ether, and we unintentionally led the devouring bees to Tizca."

"You brought a disaster with your own hands." Perturabo said coldly, "And when I first came here, the residents of Tizca still recognized you as a great hero who saved everyone. You gladly accept the honor!"

The reverent tone and grateful look of the dressmaker flashed through his mind, and his voice involuntarily amplified: "If Mors hadn't warned you this time, you wouldn't even have thought about it!"

Everything about Magnus's face showed utter despair, his hands tangled together convulsively, his mouth slightly open, and painful gasps escaped his chest.

"I don't use psionic powers anymore," he said tremblingly.

"Is that so?" Perturabo said sternly, "The Emperor also uses psionics, and Morse is accustomed to mixing psionics and curses. Psionics are not an excuse for your mistakes, my brother."

"Anyway, I don't want to use psychic powers anymore. That rune...is called a curse, right? I see that is a better choice." Magnus' voice was dull.

"Morse never taught me the meaning of a single rune, Magnus," Perturabo said, "and I don't think he has a habit of hiding advanced knowledge."

"Are you saying there's a problem with that power too?"

"I don't know." Perturabo took a deep look at Magnus. He wanted to ask what the red-skinned brother was looking for in his heart, but he realized that this question must be something Magnus couldn't really answer. Answered.

Suddenly, Magnus looked forward with grayish light brown eyes.The giant stood up from the low wall and waved vigorously towards the city.

After getting a response, he fell back to the ground as if he had lost all strength, exhausted his energy, and fell into a coma.

Perturabo began preparing his lines to communicate with the guards.

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Magnus slowly opened his eyes, waking up from the comforting scent and softness of his bed, and looked at the familiar ceiling of his residence.

and a slow-burning psychic light in the center of the ceiling.

And the automatically running psychic planetarium, the screaming psychic mechanical bird, the non-stop spinning psychic spinning top, and the psychic scrolls and psychic experiment boxes piled up everywhere...

He closed his eyes and decided to sleep a little longer.

　Let’s push “40k: Star of Colchis” which is on the shelves today, Clone Fugen + Motor Oil Grandma + Bat Cub Yang Luojia, the author is a very cute dark lady hehe
　　
　
(End of this chapter)