Chapter 76 Dive
Morse grabbed a handful of sand and watched the moment it slipped from his hands.
Without the irradiation of light, every fine grain of sand scatters a faint golden light from itself, and the smallest runes have been carved into the depths of the gravel. He stood up and looked around. Golden markings, about one finger long on average, flowed from the corners of his black robe embroidered with gold, clinging to the abandoned empty building, intertwining with each other to form a huge pattern array nested layer by layer. .
He pulled down the black cloth covering his face to block the wind and sand, and lifted his hood. The curse of isolating the outside world has established a stable realm of absolute stability in the ruins that have been abandoned for countless years.
Under this arrangement, he can even take an ordinary mortal to enjoy a short one-day trip in subspace. Whether the mortal comes back crazy or not is another matter, but to borrow Magnus's common vocabulary, "having his light body safely reintegrated into the physical body of the mortal world" can be easily done.
Anyway, I tried it, when I wanted to ask a navigator to help locate Terra.
Morse clapped his hands together, dusted off the sand, released his psychic energy, and let a beacon projection travel across the vast ocean as quickly and silently as a fish.
He captured two clear and blazing light sources: one looked like a Titan composed of three colors of yellow, black, and iron. However, the light source falling here was relatively transparent and light, blurring the steel. The one itself is thick and tough; the other is a scorching copper-colored flame, young and full of vitality, radiant.
The two light sources are closely connected, each exuding a lively temperament. Their life and power stir up echoes in the subspace.
Soon, the copper fire flashed, and two figures flashed outside the ruins. Because the caster failed to control the precise movement speed of following the beacon, they unfortunately hit him like a derailed train. The runes that were laid out all popped out and fell into the middle of the yellow sand and the broken wall.
"It looks like you guys are having a great time chatting." Morse dragged the two guys, one big and one small, into the room. "I'm ready here. What about you, Magnus?"
Magnus Si stood up from the ground, refrained from using his psychic powers and instead shook off the gravel with his own hands, and shook his cloak. As for the sand mixed into the lush red hair, the giant decided to go back and take a good bath today.
"Go deep into the vast ocean right here? Does Perturabo need to go with us?" Magnus asked.
"What is in front of you is only a very small part of Perturabo's own consciousness. I think he has already introduced it to you. He himself is commanding a great war across the stars, and you and I both know it. , Diving into the subspace waves requires full concentration, so we won’t disturb him." Morse waved his hand.
“We are not fighting a war,” Perturabo stressed rigorously, “we are building a planet. At least we must ensure that there is an interstellar port for landing at every two nodes in the entire China Unicom star chart.”
"Well, Perturabo also mentioned in his words just now that the Iron Warriors will build an empty memorial hall in advance that is inferior to the Olympia Memorial Hall..." Magnus added.
"You guys really had a great time chatting." Morse looked at the arm where Magnus had taken off the bracelet. Even he couldn't guess the purpose of the disappearing bracelet for the time being.
He looked at the shortest man present. "Perturabo, you can wait here and look after the bodies we have left behind. There is nothing more you need to do. We will dive deep into the ocean, and you are not good at this."
"Goodbye." Perturabo leaned against a complete wall and closed his eyes to rest, focusing more on his main body.
Over there, he and Nador were discussing the issue of a new round of Terran conscription in their free time.
The Terran veteran not only mentioned from time to time his kindness of being carved in the front row by the Gene Father in the shooting group portrait, he would never forget it. He also proudly mentioned the stability of the Iron Warriors gene seeds many times in his words, which made Pei Turabo began to consider the demand for equipment for continued and stable military expansion.
Morse held out his hand, and Magnus tried to hold out a finger for Morse to grasp.
The next moment, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground made Perturabo open his eyes. After thinking for a moment, Perturabo went over, dragged Magnus's limbs, and positioned the unconscious red giant more peacefully. He ignored Morse because the latter's shell was deflated again.
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There is no top, no bottom, no left or right, no inside or outside, no first or last. The great sea floats above the bedrock of reality and sinks beneath the canopy of the material universe. Every deep dive allowed Magnus to escape from the constraints of the physical rules of the real universe. When he first realized how the virtual realm erased the limited boundaries and let the infinite aura surround him. , he could no longer forget the moment of unfettered freedom.
Before taking off the chains of reality to matter, Magnus never imagined that he could be so light and his inner being could be so vast.
Magnus stretched out his palm and touched the deep ocean that he was familiar with. A ball of friendly light blue energy immediately swirled into his palm with bits of broken starlight, and was close to his skin, making his heart feel warm and soft. He flattened his red palms and let the reluctant blue light group leave and return to the colorful depths of the void.
A few hostile little creatures came toward the light. Their bodies were filled with ever-changing light blue light, and they approached him. He recognized it as the image of a hostile, weak species projected into the deep ocean, as a thin ripple of sentient spirits.
Magnus threw out the light rope, and while dispersing most of them, he easily and skillfully caught one of them in his hand and handed it to the people around him.
"I caught one." Magnus said, "You see, its appearance is similar to the whitebait in the shallow waters off the shore of Tizca. Its shape and the characteristics I have studied have been recorded in my atlas. "I'm not sure yet what systematic rules to name them, so don't worry, it's not threatening."
In fact, compared to these things that he is already familiar with, it is. It was Morse who surprised him.
A transparent human figure holding up a torn pure black linen cloth, the cold and sharp golden runes flowing all over its body, and the light-colored colorful ether light spots that are almost escaping around him, all clearly indicate that Morse of danger.
Magnus has no doubt that Morse only needs to release a very small amount of his highly destructive power without deliberately attacking, and the smooth and docile vast ocean will take the initiative to retreat.
At this time, a piece of dark, cooling scorched earth stretched out from under the feet of the nihilistic man, as if he himself was repelling the gentle and mysterious ether.
No one could see the blank expression, but Magnus knew instinctively that he was staring intently at the little creature in his red palm.
The ether will respond to emotions, symbols, rituals and other things beyond formal logic, and from the flowing ether around Morse, he learned that the other party's attitude towards this place was not only completely unkind, but even slightly There is disgust.
Is father's friend actually hostile to the power here? But Mors is obviously also a master...
Magnus couldn't help but tremble. Before he could ask any questions, Morse's flat tone erased his worries.
"Very interesting, Magnus." Morse said, his transparent body stepped forward, and the black linen covering his body undulated to outline the missing broken arm of his right hand. "Take me around here and tell me what you see and hear."
"After that, I also want to take you to visit some of my well-meaning friends. They looked a little angry after the last time I came here to visit."
(End of Chapter)