Chapter 79 Sterilization
“Ah——”
Magnus screamed and rolled up from the ground. The psychic storm that automatically burst out from his body followed the body of light. Going back and intervening in the real universe, the virtual fire and surging vortex set off a violent wind within the scope of the curse, and suddenly slapped the unprepared Perturabo next to him onto the wall covered with golden runes. Morse was light and airy. The body fell after hitting the ceiling.
The boy who suddenly returned to consciousness, Prospero, angrily grasped the gap between the wall bricks with his hands, holding back the red giant's long and piercing scream, which was more piercing than the shrillest Olympian actor. Able to impact, he squinted his eyes and roared at the falling Morse: "What are you doing!"
Morse's body refilled and recovered before he landed. He stood in the center of the storm, in a After giving Perturabo a mysterious smile, he reminded Magnus unhurriedly: "Contain your psychic powers, Magnus."
As soon as he heard the word "psionic power", the wave caused by Magnus in the etheric projection suddenly disappeared after a peak explosion. Perturabo was finally able to open his eyes and see clearly the face of the red giant twisted in pain. .
After glaring at Morse, he was secretly curious about what Magnus had gone through.
Magnus sneezed continuously as if he was suffering from an acute illness, and then moved his hands and feet randomly, struggling to turn over from the ground like a man about to drown in the ocean, his trembling elbows resting on numbness His body was shaky and he kept coughing.
His red facial skin was as pale as if he had just been dug out of the soil. His colorful eyes faded into pitch black. Tears flowed from his confused eyes in large numbers, blurring the extremely collapsed expression. face.
The young red giant looked numbly through his tears at his fist where the Nurgling had crawled over him. Even though he resisted extremely, the superior brain function of the original body immediately helped him recall the soft and rotten touch of the Nurgling. That big mouth dripping with pus and blood.
He only felt that his stomach was churning violently, his esophagus was blocked and twitching, and he felt extremely desperate.
He stepped directly into the rotten black mud with yellow and white bubbles with his bare feet, thinking it was like walking barefoot in the small garden in the backyard. There, his neat robes were covered with indescribable disgusting grease and waste fluids. Mud mixed with stinking plasma and unknown thick phlegm surged up from the edges of his feet, covering his insteps with a gurgling sound, and then continued again. There was something covered in mucus crawling along his feet, clinging to the skin and crawling up his calves...
Morse's hands wrapped in black cloth didn't know when he put on an extra pair of hands. Sex gloves. He poked the giant's shaking shoulder and asked in a normal manner: "Is this the result of your research on subspace?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Magnus could no longer control his emotions. He opened his mouth and vomited toward the ground.
He had been obsessed with research for the past two days and had not eaten much. His physical vomiting quickly developed into painful retching that made him want to double his body from the inside out. The retching was mixed with sobs and violent fits that appeared from time to time. Coughing, the whole person is miserable.
Before Magnus could start vomiting, Mors teleported away far away, folding his hands in front of his chest, his fingers tapping his arms lightly like playing arpeggios.
After being mentally prepared, Perturabo decided to get close to Magnus, ignoring the vomit, to comfort the first brother he would bring back to Terra.
As soon as he took two steps, Magnus crawled back in horror, his eyes wide open, and he screamed in grief: "Don't come here!"
He raised his heavy head and looked at Morse, as if he saw something very terrifying: "You don't want it either..."
These two people must also exist here with the power of ether! That insane, indescribably disgusting, extremely dirty power!
Before he finished speaking, Magnus's possible neural conflicts between the gastrointestinal tract and other internal organs transported chemical stimuli directly to the original body's wonderful nerve center through the blood circulation. The reflex signals were then transmitted to various corresponding organs through the nerves, triggering a new situation. Chakra can only spit out a small amount of saliva and other liquids, a miserable retching.
With a turn of the golden rune, the vomit on the ground was cleared away. Morse's fingertips glowed with golden light, and he stepped closer: "I will disinfect you, don't move."
"No!" Magnus shouted, and just as he wanted to get up, his whole body was sore. Lying on the ground, every muscle was so numb that he could not move. Several diseases that the original body should not be infected gradually showed early signs.
Ignoring his vision blurred by the taking effect of the disease and the runny nose, he coughed one word at a time: "You...don't, don't..."
"Don't be afraid." Morse persuaded gently, bending down next to the lying Magnus, "This energy is cleaner than subspace psychic energy. You can feel it calmly."
"Liar-" Magnus sobbed and couldn't breathe. He had never wanted to take a bath so much. He wanted to jump into the lake and wash himself until the day the world was destroyed. But he knew that the water in the real universe could not wash away the smell of subspace. "You are the same...it must be..."
When I think of how many times he has been immersed in the vast ocean without any defense, he has happily absorbed the wind of ether into his body and combined it with his own flesh and blood. , doing various miscellaneous experiments, Magnus' eyesight turned black for a while, and he wished he could forget his existence on the spot. He couldn't help crying: "I thought... I thought... it was very clean and easy to use... I didn't see it..."
Morse snorted. There was no change in his expression, but Perturabo, who had been with him for many years, knew very well that this guy with low morals was quite happy now.
"To be honest, you can feel these charms," Morse stretched out his palm towards Magnus. "They belong to a different system than psychic energy. I think it's pretty clean. Lie down, Magnus, I'm going to give you a fever-reducing shot. It won't hurt at all."
"You also use... ahem... psychic powers! No, don't..." Magnus resisted with all his strength, trying to move his weak hands and feet, trying to escape from the psychic light in his eyes.
In his perception, the power Morse pulled out was indeed different from the etheric energy, but he had been deceived by the subspace once, and the rotten tip of the ground still remained in his throat. When you scream, you get a strong nauseating feeling when you are suddenly attacked by dense flying insects and stinking miasma.
He will never believe in any elusive power again. After all, the last thing Morse evaluated as clean was the garden!
Magnus could not bear the second stimulation.
Morse shrugged his shoulders, estimated the remaining strength of the weak Magnus, and waved to Perturabo: "Come and help press down your restless brother."
Perturabo found that a layer of rotating sigils appeared on his hand, which not only isolated the contagious subspace breath, but also increased the power in his young body.
He approached Magnus from the other side, who wanted to shrink his huge four-meter-tall body into a baby-like ball. Traces of thinking and judgment flashed in his ice-like blue eyes.
Then, he chose to believe Morse, ignored Magnus's screams, and pressed his back hard.
The golden light group in Morse's hand immediately changed form, transforming into a particularly huge giant-specific syringe. The golden curse in the empty tube condensed into liquid, and a terrifying drop of water slowly emerged from the tip of the needle. drip out and dissipate in the air.
Seeing this, Magnus struggled even more fiercely: "Don't - what are you going to do -"
"Perturabo, you saw it." Morse said with a smile, "Your brother is really not calm, he was so scared that he turned red."
"He was obviously scared. It's all gone." Perturabo sighed.
Morse laughed loudly, picked up the syringe, aimed it at Magnus's lower back, and injected all the transformed liquid into the ashen-faced Magnus.
Magnus, who was already on the edge of fatigue, couldn't bear it anymore and finally fell into a coma. All the illnesses on his body were also wiped away by the spell, and they all disappeared before they broke out.
The runes swept across his spirit and flesh, and after several rounds of careful inspection, the golden light stopped flowing.
Magnus's rapid breathing gradually eased, and the light of his soul gradually stabilized, fading into a small group of listless copper-colored fire balls.
If you ignore the tears on the red giant's face and the messy clothes, he slept very peacefully.
"He'll be fine." Morse burned the disposable gloves, sat down, and patted the ground beside him.
"I know." The boy let go of Magnus and walked over. "I understand you. Is the problem psychic?"
The two sat on the floor together, waiting for the poor red giant to wake up.
"Now we can talk about Magnus," Morse said.
(End of this chapter)