Chapter 80 Go back and have a look
"...So you let him step in, directly face another filthy realm of evil and depravity, and let him collapse?"
Petula Beau's back straightened with intense disapproval, and beneath the surface anger was his deep concern for the two of them.
"You know me. You have always known my character."
Morse said lightly.
"If I were to do something, the only way I would do it would be to do it aggressively. Think of how I guided you, Perturabo—I never deny what a terrible instructor I was."
< br>"I thought you had mellowed over the years."
"That's because I've gotten to know you well, my dear Primarch."
"But the horse Gnus is still very young." Perturabo turned stiffly, his tone softer.
"Mental?"
"Yes." Perturabo was not humble. In Morse's eyes, any pretense of humility was just a variant of arrogance. "He is mentally younger than me."
"This is the only chance to change him, Perturabo. If I am trying to change an arrogant man whose mind has been fixed, then he should suffer It’s not just a simple one-day trip to the garden today.”
Morse said jokingly: “Let an arrogant person grow up alone, even if one day everything he has mastered will be rejected. , or if he personally caused an irreparable mistake, he would not be willing to admit it."
Perturabo's silence represents too long thinking. For a Primarch known particularly for his calculating abilities, his musings can only be interpreted as indecision.
He knew Morse was right, as always, and he had a point.
Not long ago, in the Tizca Great Library, Magnus eagerly shared the hundreds of collections with him with childlike pride, which was enough to scare him secretly.
Not to mention the ancient books of secrets that record countless unspeakable secrets, those suspended instruments filled with unknown energy, the self-operating surreal pseudo-mechanical creations, and Magnus actively introduced "the ability to make no one People with talents can also perceive the vast ocean." The psychic sextant is a sign of danger.
Had he not nearly fallen into the Blood God's trap, had Olympia not suffered for the sins of the Dark Gods, he might have been willing to discuss his novel research with Magnus, and treat all Magnus tolerantly. Small psychic creations that Noos believes can promote human progress.
But there are no what-ifs in the world.
Even if Morse had not played this trick, he would have communicated the situation privately with Morse afterwards.
The boy stood up from the ground, sand sliding off the surface of his robe. Complex sorrow left wrinkles on his brows, like the ups and downs of mountains formed by the extrusion of the earth's crust.
Morse stood up together and walked to his side.
Perturabo looked at Magnus, who was lying on the ground sleeping with a painful look on his face, and said, "Is this enough to change his character?"
"Far from it." Mo. Al said frankly.
Perturabo mused.
"You are right," he said, "I will assist you."
"It will take some time for my legion to get here, and the specific time depends on what kind of enemies we will encounter on the rest of the way. In What do you think I can do for my brother during this time?"
"Follow your judgment," Morse said in a deep voice, "After all, I am here under the roof. Three arrogant men. We'd better all have our own ideas."
Perturabo hasn't stood up to him like this in years, Morse thought.
Today, the steely Primeval regained his rebellion.
To defend his brother.
This is good. Morse thought to himself. He really liked this sincerity.
“Also, after this cruise on the vast ocean, the subspace around Prospero will enter a brief calm season in the past two days. I decided to take this opportunity to return to your ship to have a look, and do a good job Prepare, such as taking out my body and blowing the solar wind."
Morse changed the subject and found with satisfaction that Perturabo froze.
"You will be surprised by our achievements." Perturabo said as confidently as possible, while running through the recent Iron Warriors battle status and construction reports in his mind a dozen times, "When will you Go?”
"When our red-skinned giant wakes up, I will take you back to the city before leaving. I believe it is impossible for him to use his psychic powers to fly you home now."
Perturabo came from Morse A hidden message is detected in the logic.
“You can’t exist in two places at the same time?” he asked.
“Unless I cut a piece off my body and keep it.” Morse smiled, “I am different from you guys who have material entities. My own structure is loose enough, so I have to Keep it intact." Before Perturabo could ask again, he saw Magnus's hand shaking.
He kept his mouth shut to avoid revealing too much about Morse's form of existence.
The Red Giant had been with him for less than a day, and his unrestrained research proved that he could not be trusted.
"Let's guess what the first words out of his mouth will be." Morse whispered.
"Leave him alone for a while?" Petura Bo guessed.
"That's because you like to find a corner to sulk." Morse said, "I guess you want to take a bath."
Magnus' eyelids struggled and trembled several times before finally opening them. The color of his eyes was fixed in the contrast between black and gold.
He shook himself to prop up his weak body. After all, neither of them was tall enough to support him.
The heavy confusion and depression covered the surface of his red skin with a layer of misty gray. He took a deep breath, and two tears flowed out of his unfocused, empty eyes and slid down his cheeks.
He shook his head, reached out and took off the golden and blue crown inlaid with gems that assist psychic casting, then pulled off the bracelet and threw it to the ground. After a few crisp sounds, the gorgeous gems collapsed from the gold jewelry and became dimmed.
Magnus wiped his eyes hard, shook off the tears, and then pulled the scattered mane-like red hair as far as possible to both sides of his face, revealing a sad face.
His eyes focused on Morse, and he gradually remembered the title Perturabo mentioned when chatting with him.
Since his psychic level surpassed Prospero's thousands of years of accumulation, he hasn't called anyone this for a long time.
"Mentor, I want to learn your spell." Magnus said.
“Why?”
“Because I will never touch the subspace again.”
"Why?" Morse asked.
Memories and panic flashed across Magnus' face. "There are disgusting liars out there. I... don't even think about touching it, I won't even think about it!"
"That's it?" Morse grinned sarcastically and patted Petula next to him. Over Beau's shoulder, he felt a sigh in the boy's chest.
Magnus blinked and looked at him hopefully.
"Morse, I just figured it out. Your spell is clean, isn't it?"
Despite his utter fear and loathing of psychic powers, Morse saw no introspection in the young giant's eyes.
He is against psychic energy now just because he suffered a big loss.
Give him a spell that is lower than the threshold of psychic power. Morse dares to say that within a year, Prospero will be played until he explodes into pieces flying around in the universe. .
"So much for the free teaching, Magnus. I've shown you enough."
"When will you tell me why the Emperor is trying to persuade you? Use your psychic powers with caution, I will teach you the spell when the time comes.”
Morse said dryly.
"Now? I'm going back to Perturabo to see his legion."
The next moment, Morse's essence broke out of his body again, and Magnus was shocked In his eyes, the shell that was originally the size of a mortal immediately became flat.
Apart from the pile of bodies, a cloth bag suddenly appeared on the spot, allowing Perturabo to carry him away.
"Let's go." Perturabo had a complicated expression. "Just now this guy said he would send us back to Tizca. He always does this."
"He just...left?" Magnus asked confused.
“Move, my brother.” Perturabo turned around, “Don’t let a man with legs less than one meter long walk ahead and wait for you.”
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(End of this chapter)