Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Morse put down his left hand and retreated helplessly from a place - the reason why he described it this way was because Magnus could not see any special characteristics of that place that could be used as a descriptive label.

Apart from the faint smell of blood, and the dry wind and sand that hit Magnus when he walked out of Tizca to explore the wilderness many years ago, even if he secretly pried a trace of ether wind behind Morse's back, he had the intention to Even if you search, you won't be able to detect anything unusual.

"It doesn't welcome you," Morse said. "It probably doesn't welcome me either."

"But I haven't seen it. I don't even have any observation or knowledge about it." Magnus said.

"Oh, that's an eternal battlefield." Morse replied regretfully. From the direction in which the curse runes turned, it can be inferred that the transparent man turned around and was facing the red young giant. "Even if your skin color suits its liking, you are obviously not a brave warrior."

The transparent man's shoulders may have shrugged. "Besides, you're still addicted to using psychic powers, right?"

"Does anyone still discriminate against wizards now?" Magnus asked in surprise. "This goes against the laws of human intellectual development. Abandoning reasonably obtainable knowledge out of superstition and dogma is an obstructive inertial thinking that is not conducive to the all-round development of society."

Morse snorted, "Considering you grew up on a planet full of psykers, I'm not curious how you could be so ignorant in this area."

He paused and simply finished the sentence at once: "As for me, last time it tried to snatch your brother away, the Emperor and I stopped it. You can ask Perturabo later. What do you think about the subspace? We already know enough, and it’s time to completely replenish our knowledge.

"Stealing my brother?" Magnus repeated, "What's the point?"

"On the eternal chessboard, everything has meaning." After thinking about the intimate play between Magnus and the servants of the Lord of Change, Morse quickly gave up the idea of ​​patting the big man.

Thinking of the last place, a smile appeared on his non-existent face.

"Do you like to be clean, Magnus?" Morse detected the flow direction of the subspace wave and identified the correct direction.

A snake-like eagle-like thing with brilliant blue-purple wings jumped out from the waves, its sharp claws stabbed straight at him, and then hid unwillingly when Magnus noticed something strange here, the tips of its claws hooked Passed through nothingness, causing no harm.

Magnus looked at the strange blue light that just flashed in confusion, and answered Morse's question: "Well, I don't regard things within the scope of normal hygiene as dirty, so I feel anxious and compulsively clean and check. and the habit of rejecting unclean objects, but I need to maintain a certain standard of cleanliness to avoid contaminating my experimental environment and damaging the books and treasures I collect. At the same time, I think human evolution is reflected in a certain degree of resistance and resistance to native natural forms. Off the top...so yes."

Admitting to being clean like a child seemed to deflate Magnus a little. The hem of his robe floating behind his subspace projection also hung softly on the instep of his shoeless feet.

"That's good," said Morse briskly. "I think I've found a way, a way to a nice, neat little garden."

At some point, a wooden door wrapped with vines appeared in front of the two of them. In Magnus's eyes, the door panel here was painted with clean white paint, and the fences next to it were all lined up neatly. He couldn't help but look forward to another friend Morse was about to visit.

"We will see a vibrant and beautiful garden that is completely different from the exquisite beauty deliberately created in the previous paradise... and I think the owner here should not know who disturbed its garden last time."

"Be careful not to harm the flowers and plants here, Magnus." Morse smiled leisurely, snapped his fingers, and the wooden door opened automatically.

Magnus couldn't wait to get in first, stepping into the dark brown garden soil that exuded the fresh fragrance of grass in his eyes.

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A Nurgling held its newly planted abscess, happily took care of its cute head with yellow and white juice leaking out with small steps, and went to find the green herpes messenger it had just met a little while ago. , its simple thinking only wants to show the good things to the herpes messenger, so that the pink throat spit out from its mouth may become a little redder because of happiness.

On the road, the Nurgling met another Nurgling. Together they patted the fat white insect crawling out from under the rotten leaves next to it. The insect rolled around and happily spit out some brown mucus from its mouthparts. The dirt spirits hugged each other with slime, patted each other's big-mouthed faces with their short hands, and covered each other's necks with slime to express their friendship.

Unknowingly, there were already seven Nurglings playing together in the soft soil with yellow-green bubbles.

Everyone hasn't run to this corner to play for a while since the last time they encountered a strange purple arrow poking into the ground here.

Later everyone said it must have been caused by the annoying blue squishy monster again, it was so annoying!

Raindrops fell from the dense yellow clouds in the sky, passing through the gaps in the half-dead dark brown leaves. The heavy rain added new toys to the creatures in the garden.

A small group of capers infected with laughing hysteria wore little red hats made of turned-over fat skin and carried rotten bagpipes to accompany their companions happily, and then were driven away by the bad clerk who was always spoiling the fun. .

However, the Nurglings would not blame the dear scribe. They had to record the endless number of plagues for the loving father, so even if they were not so friendly to other companions, their long green circle nose full of holes and pink swollen mouth separated from the head with yellow and black rotten teeth were very worthy of love, and even the disgusting mucus flowing from the fat tongue was full of friendly taste.

In the harmonious and friendly play, a strange red-skinned guy suddenly appeared.

The simple mind of the Nurglings could not understand when this tall and big friend was a new companion created by the loving father, nor could they understand why it was clean and all its organs were inside the body.

This was too pitiful. The Nurglings jumped towards the big red friend sadly, wanting to help it. The loving father must want everyone to love it together, so he did not smear it with dirty juice and soft hyperplasia.

But why did the big red friend stand there and not come over?

The expression on its face was also strange, looking left and right, as if it could not see everyone clearly.

The Nurglings suddenly understood! It must be the kind father who gave it a pair of turbid eyes, so that everyone has different diseases. The kind father really likes the big red friend. Everyone also wants to play with the new good friend.

A large group of small creatures in the garden ran towards the big red friend together, and their new friend also squatted down in a friendly manner, and the disgusting clean white robe was finally stained with loving pus.

Thinking that they helped the new friend, everyone felt that the rotten smell in the thick miasma was even stronger, and they were sincerely happy.

I don’t know why, after everyone played with it very friendly, the new red friend did not join the game. He didn’t pick up a bunch of Nurgling babies and put them on the red arm to accompany everyone to swing, nor was he willing to lick the tender yellow worm friends crawling on the ground. Even if the small flies with half of their bodies rotted were willing to fly up from the black and dirty water where they lived to find the big friend to play, the big red guy didn’t even smile.

The Nurgling clumsily patted the big man's bare feet, and rubbed its round and dirty body on its calves in a friendly manner, smearing all the dirty mucus and semi-solids on its red skin, trying to cheer it up.

The big man seemed to finally see its appearance clearly, and it stretched out its broad big hand. The Nurgling raised its small hand and wanted to climb on the back of the big man's hand to play.

But at this moment, accompanied by a very strange bird cry of pain from the sky, and several crystal blue bird feathers knocked down by the conceptual spoon of the kind father who was rarely angry, the big man's expression suddenly became extremely terrified.

"Ah ah——"

A terrifying psychic storm burst out from the red giant's body, violently sweeping over a corner of the lush and decaying garden, instantly sweeping away countless dense insect eggs and rustling vines, and countless small creatures were torn into pieces and dissolved back into the moist and fertile soil amid the extremely shrill collapse screams of the cruel red giant who committed evil deeds.

The giant continued to scream in despair, his red cheeks showing the paleness of extreme shock. A moment later, a rune of gold rope pulled away the red giant who had come to the garden to cause trouble.

When the new creatures began to play happily, they would raise their heads from time to time, and they could sense in confusion that there was a long and miserable howl that lingered in the sky for a long time.