Chapter 77 Knocking on the Door One by One
Morse swallowed the questions on his lips several times and let Magnus lead him to introduce the magnificent world in his vision.
The Red Giant chattered to him about the dangerous reefs, unfathomable abyss, and nameless predators of the vast ocean, sometimes emphasizing that it was the Emperor who was leading him to places of wonders beyond comprehension. When these words fell into Morse's mind, they only made him wonder when the Emperor's teaching style became gentle.
But when he saw Magnus and several goats with dark pink smooth skin, juice-flowing horns, layers of dirt falling out of broken black fingernails, and short pink-blue feathers on the back of their heads, Things were playing harmoniously, and the scene was as harmonious as the ancient Terran children in the afternoon courtyard of the kindergarten. He couldn't help but ask: "Did you take a bath after returning from the vast ocean?"
Magnus sent The unknown servant of darkness walked away, with the simple joy of exploring and gaining new knowledge still on his face.
"I clean myself before going to bed and when I get up in the morning, but why do I need to take a shower after returning to the real body?" he asked puzzledly. "Well, is it because we are lying in the deserted city this time?"
"You are so smart." Morse said.
At this time, a group of quarreling demons appeared in pairs and flew past them on magic discs and discs full of books and quills. Their deformed hands and feet were directly connected to the huge multi-eyed head, overflowing with energy. The foul smell and cacophony of noise made Morse grateful for the expressionless expression of his form.
Magnus's eyes followed them, watching them dive into the depths of the ocean again.
"I call them scribes," he said happily, "They also like secrets and knowledge, and sometimes can release powerful storms from the accumulated spells. Have you seen them?"< br>
"I've seen it, a long time ago. Show me your record album." Morse said.
The projection of a book appeared on Magnus's waist. He turned it to the corresponding page. Morse extended the curse to the outside of the main body and floated the album to his eyes.
What is drawn on the papyrus is a pair of fluffy blue creatures that resemble birds, similar in appearance but not similar in spirit to the unborn things Morse saw. Someone deliberately blurred their specific appearance, only to see that they are brightly colored, smart and clean after being recorded.
“Fortunately, I didn’t raise any birds.” Morse only glanced at it before returning the album to Magnus. The latter simply turned the thick record book to the blank page at the back, ready to record the morphology and characteristics of new species at any time.
“Because if you raised birds from the real universe, would you now find that they are not as beautiful as the creatures here?” Magnus thought he had made a good joke, one that was so short-lived that it almost did not exist. After a moment, light laughter came from under the black linen.
"If you think you've seen the beautiful subspace creatures, then you haven't studied this place deeply enough." Morse said, "It sounds like you are still well protected after so many years. Human children, staying at home in a small courtyard with small flowers of acanthus and blue lotus floating in the pond, think that this is the dream place defined as paradise in secular dogma."
"True. Yes, I never thought it would take such careful care of an individual, but it is indeed the only one that has the mood to change an individual's cognition in such a troublesome manner."
"Morse..."
"I am no longer interested in your error-filled explanation." Morse was rarely so direct.
Wandering along the ether for a long time, he finally confirmed that Magnus could not hear the sarcasm of others as long as the words turned around - perhaps because he had never been sarcastic before. The long-term pursuit and praise made him selectively forget the ability to accept irony.
"Well, Morse, I don't think you should judge me so rashly," Magnus rarely showed obvious displeasure. He grasped the album in his hand like a debater grasping the arguments that helped him win. "In Prospero, my theoretical results are far ahead of any other scholar. Even the emperor will not belittle the achievements I have achieved... It is you who want to see the content of my research. I thought you would like it... ..."
"I am telling the truth, Magnus." Morse took off the black linen cloth. "Don't be in a hurry to become arrogant. You haven't studied this place in depth yet, and you don't know where to find the real beautiful scenery."
The black cloth taken off by Morse floats in the non-material space. In the middle, losing the restraint of the curse, the linen seemed to have been washed and soaked with fine spices and ointments. A smooth light purple luster shimmered from the center of the black linen, and soon it was like water droplets soaking into the silk, drawing delicate circles towards it. Penetrating into the entire material, the deep pink-purple color brings back the essence of the fabric, which reflects the form within the understandable range of sentient beings, and unknowingly transforms from rough linen to smooth without any trace of silk weaving. Silk, light and soft, as light as nothing.
Magnus looked at this fascinating piece of silk in surprise. In his field of vision, the hazy light blue and the charming purple seemed to be competing for the dominant power and responsibility, but also seemed to be intimate. blend into each other consistently.
The few moments when purple took over, his mind immediately swayed like the tip of a candle in the soft wind. When the familiar blue returned, he felt that this piece of cloth was mysterious and dangerous again. Contains endless secrets and knowledge. "Is it beautiful?" A voice came from the transparent golden light, and Magnus found that he had completely forgotten Mors's criticism just now.
He was so itchy that he couldn't help but use the words of honor: "Can I have a look?"
"Don't be anxious, scholar." Morse said flatly, "Last time I visited the owner of this weaver, there was some disharmony in the end, and the only items I took away were this half roll of silk. Today I will take you to knock on the door outside her palace to see if you can get some information from the outside. Seeing one-thousandth of the beauty I saw last time."
A thin, sharp voice seemed to be trying to dissuade Magnus, but it was not what Morse said. Magnus easily defeated the sound due to his desire for beautiful scenery. He classified it as his own delusion.
“Can’t you go in and have a look?” Magnus was thirsty for knowledge.
Morse confirmed the stability of the spell corresponding to the external reality universe.
If he hadn't been unprepared last time and experienced the battle with the Blood God, he would actually be able to escape from the realm of the Lord of Bliss.
Besides, this time, in other people's territory, there may be a nasty guy who will have to protect them in order to keep his intended chess piece.
"If she allows us to enter." Morse said with a smile, throwing out the silk, weaving a curse into a thin thread to pull Magnus, following the silk's will to return to the source of its birth, Dive rapidly in the vast ocean.
Time and space have no absolute meaning here. It seemed like just a moment, or maybe a long time later, Morse once again saw the Jinsha Plain he had set foot on. A stranded sailboat was parked on the shore. It was scorched by fire and could not be reused.
Magnus held his breath and stared closely at the thousands of glazed gold and jade in the golden sand, as well as the greedy souls wandering in the sand plains. He wished he could rush into the Sixth Ring in the next moment and take out the occult measuring instruments on the spot. Start studying energy structures.
The scene in front of him kept changing. Sometimes he saw a deep and strange secret place for collecting treasures, and sometimes it was replaced by a flashy and luxurious wilderness of gold and paper. In rare cases, there were some twisted and dark evil spirits. Shadows flickered from the depths of the sand. Whatever the truth, Magnus couldn't resist it.
He felt that he completely understood why Morse said that he had never seen the true face of the vast ocean.
Magnus reached down, and Morse approached with him.
At this moment, the entire Golden Sand Plain receded by a large piece, and Magnus was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, the light purple satin flew out of Morse's hand and plunged straight into the depths of the gold coin hill without a trace. Then the entire gorgeous scene quickly faded away, leaving not even an afterimage.
In a daze, he heard an inhuman voice that was neither male nor female snorting angrily. The sound turned into a scimitar silver blade and stabbed towards him.
Morse dodged easily and complained with a smile: "It seems that not only did she not welcome me, but she also had to take away the clothes she gave me."
Magnus's place of despair Staring at the place where Shayuan once appeared, his mood fell into a deep valley for a moment. His deep regret made him not even want to answer Morse's topic about clothes - what's the point of wearing a piece of black cloth for a transparent and nihilistic person?
"Don't be sad." Morse comforted softly, "Let's go to the next place and knock on the door. I still have two wonderful places to recommend to you."
He really wanted to see how the Umperator could continue to blind Magnus within the jurisdiction of others.
(End of this chapter)