Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 97 Teaching
"Within the Human Empire, I believe that records about curses are destined to be extremely rare."

Morse's fingers penetrated into the violent energy that merged with the core of the pyramid and the psychic storm below. The nine-color radiance illuminated his face with colorful bright spots that were constantly shattering, strengthening his unique cold expression.

Magnus couldn't take his eyes off his uninjured fingers.Subtle golden light seeped out from under the fake skin, forming a string of ancient and sharp runes.

Compared with psychic runes, these incantations are neither difficult to identify nor difficult to remember. Just by observing Morse's fingers, the Primarch easily memorized more than ten letters with unknown meanings.

Compared to the miraculous power Magnus had seen, the simplicity of the spell almost frightened the Primarch.

He is no longer the naive person who blindly hoped that all mortals could look at the light of revelation. Power without true wisdom is directly equivalent to curse-Prospero's scholars have proved it with their own deaths.

"This power can be used by any mortal, and the relevant syllables can be uttered from the mouth of any person with normal vocal organs. The shortest curse is only one word in length, which is enough for a five-year-old child who does not stutter to have a demon jump on him. Shout it out quickly before. I want you to use it with caution."

Morse gave a basic introduction to Magnus, and calmly observed the uneasiness rising in the red face of the original body. Instead of being satisfied with the mental growth of the original body, there was more of a sigh in his heart.

He held an energy thread, and in an instant, golden light followed the spiderweb-like energy thread and saturated the entire area. The irregular energy turbulence was solidified into a complex golden thread-like fabric, and then began to collapse from the tiniest atomic structure.

Morse grabbed a handful of residue and pulled out his left hand. The originally surging spiritual energy turned into burnt paper ash, and then turned into powder with a gentle rub.

He dusted off the dust and met Magnus' eyes.A series of strange and jerky sounds came out of Morse's mouth, and reality instantly experienced an indescribable slight distortion, as if the material universe could not understand this order that went against common sense.This caused blood to flow from the mouth of Morse's body.

"Try it, Primarch." Morse spat out the blood. "This sentence is just a meaningless test combination. For you, it consumes flesh and blood to contribute its power, but using the spell will not make your My throat is so tortured.”

Magnus tensed for a moment, feeling guilty that he had pursued such terrible power, but the Primarch quickly overcame it.As Perturabo said, don't overthink it.

He repeated the words spoken by Morse, and the distortion of reality flashed again. The Primarch coughed, feeling some discomfort in the back of his throat.

Morse showed a brief ceremonial smile, raised his lips and quickly lowered them: "You are suitable for this kind of power, Son of Crimson."

He took one of Magnus's hands, attached a layer of protection to it, and then quite aggressively pushed the giant's palm directly into the remaining energy turbulence.

Magnus' muscles tensed, but he said nothing. He looked at his palms immersed in the violent energy vortex, slowly clenched his fists, and his chest rose and fell more with his breathing.

"Read it after me." Morse said coldly, more syllables tore his lips, and little bits of blood slid along the skin and disappeared into the black cloth.If he wanted to use the spell like a mortal, the temporary body he made to imitate a mortal would naturally be damaged.

Magnus concentrated on repeating the syllables from his mouth one after another accurately. The more powerful runes made a faint smell of rust ooze from his mouth, but the damage stopped there.

Compared with the small price, excessively magnificent power was released from his fist placed in the energy furnace. Reality was changed under the command of the curse. Spiritual energy was condensed into solid ice cubes, which could reach a large area with just one strike. Break.

This is exactly what Magnus did immediately after asking for Morse's permission with his eyes. He put all the trembling pain of his mind that day into his clenched fists, using only his physical strength that had not been exercised, He punched hard, causing the ice to crack in a large area, making the sound of broken beads and jade on the ground.

It can be said that the effect was immediate, the colorful shadows in the sky faded visibly to the naked eye, and the vast ocean lost part of its traction hook before pouring into the planet.

The red giant felt the shrinkage finally shown by the subspace, and a thousand thoughts condensed in his heart.He inferred from his open mouth that he had just roared with all his strength, and from his knees that landed on the ground, he knew that he lost strength and fell forward after punching.At the moment when it was confirmed that Prospero was about to be rescued, extreme fatigue took away his strength to support his body.But Magnus knew it wasn't over yet.

He let Morse reach out and pull him up, reading the hidden comfort from the other person's absolutely gentle movements.A shy smile crossed Magnus's face, tracing the remnants of his former self.

"The second string of incantations," Morse's tone was as calm as before when he recited the incantation, except that his voice was hoarse as if his throat had been torn. "Protect your body from the turbulent flow of psychic energy - do not isolate your own psychic power. That kind of protection.”

Magnus calmed down and recited the curse into his palm.Perhaps due to the characteristics of personal power, the curse condensed into a light red sheen on the surface of his skin.He took a breath, connected it with a spell, and shook his fist at the altar a second time.

More psychic vortices solidified and shattered into crystal powder. The violent actions that were rare in Magnus's life soothed his anxiety, and the shadow of the vast ocean faded further away.

For Hastar.he thinks.For Perturabo.And Tizca, my home.

Morse nodded slightly, his unchanging dark eyes seeming to see through Magnus's heart.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his throat to repair the broken vocal cords: "You have learned to end this ritual, Magnus. Do not leave any remnants of the power of the Lord of Change. After today, I will teach you more."

"Thank you, Morse." Magnus said solemnly, looking at Morse.He then focused on his work.The red giant's proficiency in using the spell was as if he had been studying this for a long time.

This is the Primarch.Morse thought.

"While you are busy, let me talk to you about simple word formation. I believe you are capable of listening while unpacking it." He said softly, "It would be too much to write a dictionary for you, not to mention the machinery and equipment. Japanese paper often collapses on its own due to the inability to carry the power of the spell. This is an ability that belongs only to you for the time being, and I don’t want you to easily teach it to others after you learn it.”

Magnus nodded without hesitation, accompanied by the sound of more energy crystal pillars breaking.

Morse found a pillar to lean on, raised his head, and started talking to Magnus from the basic letters, all the while dealing with the body's bleeding throat.

There was no need to ask Magnus if he had learned it. If he couldn't remember it after it was taught once, the Emperor's creation skills were too poor.

His gaze passed through the walls of the pyramid that gradually returned to transparent glass, and past the bloody remains of the Devouring Bees that smashed against the glass.The gray clouds magnified in his eyes, followed by the atmosphere and the dark universe outside, as well as some colder and tougher dots in the universe that were different from starlight.

Those gray ships will fall on Prospero.

Morse laughed.Now it was time to think about what kind of new body to make for Perturabo.

Perhaps it should be made sturdier this time, lest his apprentice be forced to die somewhere again.

Beside him, with the last shattering sound that resounded through the golden tower, the entire energy furnace was completely destroyed, and the blue beam of light that passed into the pyramid tip was broken together, causing the outer structure of the entire tower tip to collapse. The two were exposed to the stars.

The magnificent and evil colors melted into nothingness in the quiet night sky, and the clear starlight fell in Magnus' sad eyes looking down at the suffering earth.The memory of this disaster will remain with the frozen time until the end of the original body's life.

(End of this chapter)