Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Magnus's smile disappeared from his face, his furrowed eyebrows and slightly agape mouth reinforcing an innocent look more than anger at Morse's roundabout sarcasm. Wronged.

"Are you criticizing me?"

The red giant stood under the library's high ceiling covered with exquisite murals and asked questions. He glanced helplessly at the thousands of collections of classics in the tall white wooden bookshelves on both sides of the aisle in the library. It seemed that in this way he could learn from countless predecessors. The power of refutation is drawn from the condensation of wisdom and knowledge.

"But, you know, the knowledge is there, generously allowing us to access it. There are risks in everything we do, and it is for those of us who are capable to explore and help more people safely open the door through us The door to the treasure house... Flame can also burn our hands and destroy a house or even a city. Why do we still use flames for cooking, lighting, and forging? "

Perturabo walked next to Morse, and it seemed to be his talent to accurately grasp the core of the problem from large paragraphs: "The Emperor does not support the use of psychic powers?"

Magnus lowered his head and glanced at the ground that was cleaned every day as clean as a mirror. He carefully sat down in the middle of the aisle where no one passed by. His big copper-colored hands straightened the ends of the parchment-colored cloth robe so that it could fit with the two sides. A man less than half his height had a normal conversation.

"He talks to me through the ether." Magnus said, as if he had found a breakthrough, leaning forward, his arms slipped out of the cloak and rested on his knees, "Father is a master in this area. He taught me How can I borrow the power of the original Creator.”

"What did he teach you?" Morse murmured in a low voice. "Did he teach you to play with fire?"

"Actually, he just taught me how to use fire," Magnus said. "I learned a lot from him."

"Didn't he give you any warnings that sounded like 'psionic recipes that can also be used by insects' or a guide to using ether?" Morse patted Perturabo on the shoulder, "Even if you are like this, A brother will also write a construction safety code for his construction team. "

"I pretended I didn't hear 'even'," Perturabo said.

The color in Magnus's eyes changed to crimson and gray, and he lowered his head, "He sometimes says I'm too confident."

Perturabo remained silent, recalling Morse's ironic comment that the gift he had received was large enough to publish a book.

Morse looked at Magnus for a while, his eyes swept over the feathers he was wearing, his expression and tone became gentle, even a little persuasive: "I don't want to accuse you, I just want to hear your thoughts - Do you think your confidence is turning into arrogance?"

"Well, I don't think my personality fits the common definition of arrogance in any sense, unless the word arrogance has a different extension in your cultural context.

Magnus looked serious, believing his own words.

"You also traveled outside the material universe and arrived at Prospero in a body of light. We all see the calmness of the vast ocean, right? We are just making a safe attempt."

Perturabo's fingers resting on the edge of the white wooden bookshelf on the bottom floor knocked on the wooden board unconsciously.

Morse nodded slightly and did not refute: "In my vision, I do not guarantee that the vast ocean I see is the same area as what you see. And before re-examining your world from your perspective, I have no reason to deny you."

"There are not only the upper planes that ordinary people think of, secret passages for high-speed passage of interstellar fleets, and super telegraph machines between astropaths, but they also contain many secrets. And you may really be a unique and amazing genius. , and unintentionally invented a method to re-explore the psychic space, right?”

"Not really..." Magnus embarrassedly smoothed his fluffy red hair, almost tearing off the crown that fixed his hair, and quickly refastened the crown with both hands. "I'm just doing some theoretical research that others can't do."

Morse shrugged.

"Theories are often constantly updated as we observe the universe more deeply. Tens of thousands of years ago, we all agreed that objects would automatically pause their motion without being pushed forward. But now probably no one thinks so - at least they shouldn't."

"Ah, does anyone actually think that?"

"For example, most of my citizens here in Olympia itself," Perturabo said.

"So, I don't plan to deny you too early, Magnus. Personally, I even hope that you can prove to me that you are right. After all, one more wise man in the world is often more beneficial to mankind."

"If you can show me another unusual scenery, after we return to Terra, I will definitely tell the Emperor how great your wisdom is and what an amazing person you are on the path of psychic energy. Impressive pioneer.”

Morse's overly gentle smile forced Perturabo to try his best to maintain his calm expression, but Magnus didn't notice anything wrong, which led Perturabo to guess that Magnus had never been deceived.

Or maybe you never find out you've been deceived.

"Oh, oh..." Magnus's cheeks flushed with surprise, "Then how can I prove it?"

"Wait for me to make some preparations." Morse retracted his smile and said calmly, "I need you to lead me into a vast ocean. As I said before, I want to see the subspace from your perspective."

"Okay, okay." Magnus said, "I can also introduce my new discoveries to you! I have never dared to bring the Prosperos in with me. The vast ocean is still too oppressive for their bodies... Every time there is a new research target, I have to find a way to turn it into a problem that everyone can participate in!" He paused and restrained his excitement, "What do you need to prepare?" "Some private ceremonies." Morse said. "I will wait for you outside the city of Tizca later, and you will see my beacon." Magnus nodded vigorously and looked at Perturabo: "Then let me introduce my collection to you first, okay? For example, the mechanical bird I made a few days ago." "This is also my favorite area." Perturabo said, "In terms of craftsmanship, I don't want Morse to be the only person I can communicate with in the future." Morse laughed. Magnus patted his robe and prepared to stand up. Perturabo mouthed to Morse, "Don't go too far," as Magnus tried to get up without knocking anything over.

"Now it's time for you to talk to your fourth brother, full of brotherly love, Magnus."

Morse said with a relaxed smile, bowing and nodding at the boyish Perturabo like a classical orator.

"I'll leave for the backstage for now."