Chapter 82 The Familiar Ceiling
Magnus began to hesitate outside Tizca City.
Under the shining white pyramid, pure water flows interspersed with green shrubs and bright-colored buildings with Tizica characteristics. The entire city shines in the sunlight.
However, from the perspective of an anti-psychic who has rejected the etheric space, Magnus immediately discovered that the city of Tizca is full of dangers and there is no safe place.
From the psychic defense barrier built on the outermost edge of the entire city, which has continued since the era of defense against the Soul-eating Bees, to the psychic sparks and micro-psionic instruments distributed in the lives of residents in the city, to Tiz In the various research institutes and the Great Pyramid in the central core area of Ka, the wind of ether blows through every smallest gap in the city.
Psionic energy was the foundation on which Tizca was built, even though people back then didn't even know the nature of this primitive energy that seemed to come from the soul. People are immersed in the convenience brought by psychic energy without any scruples, from birth to death.
The more Magnus thought about it, the more he felt tightness in his chest, and a new round of twitching accompanied by nausea rushed up his fragile throat.
He simply could no longer open his eyes and look directly at this small town where he had lived for more than ten years.
Looking at the shining barrier outside the city, he was reminded of the seemingly clean wooden garden gate and fence in the vast ocean.
Looking again at the lush green trees around the city, rotting vegetation and countless flies chasing the stench spring to mind.
The faint laughter that reached his ears from the city was more and more similar to the broken bubbles that emerged and exploded in the viscous lake water overflowing from the black mud.
Magnus now just wants to turn around and leave, leaving this terrifying city filled with psychic energy and his past of studying ether behind forever.
But he had to go to the city and go home, because if he could no longer take a bath in the real universe, he felt like he was going to die in the vast ocean.
Perturabo sighed silently in his heart, waiting for his poor brother to recover while he clutched his chest and started retching.
He couldn't help but start to think about what he had done wrong, so that here he had to wait for Magnus to suddenly feel depressed and weak and retching every thirty minutes, while over there he was full of Tracking Morse's footsteps and comforting every Iron Warrior who was frightened by the ghost, he said that the man in black robes, the mysterious craftsman when the Legion first met, was a friend of the Emperor and was invited to investigate the Fourth The current operational status of the Legion after converting to Iron Warriors.
After all, that's exactly what Morse was doing.
"It's time for us to enter the city." Perturabo reminded Magnus. "Can you let this barrier let us pass?"
Magnus raised and lowered his red arm with all the wrist ornaments removed. The young giant looked down at him pitifully, his messy red hair losing its luster. Around his face that was redder from crying: "I...I don't want to mobilize the ether to enter the city."
"Then you find the city defenders to take us in?"
"Without ether contact, you can only contact the guards after entering the city."
Perturabo fell silent.
Magnus shook his head and said nervously, "We can wait for them to patrol and pass by here."
"Okay." Perturabo said in a deep voice, "Your body shape He is tall and has a conspicuous complexion. When they pass by, you have to wave to remind them that there is someone here. "
Magnus nodded and moved dejectedly to the half of the collapsed wall that had been swallowed up by the wind. sit down. Perturabo, who was now using a body that would not tire, stood beside his brother.
After a while, Magnus whispered: "When I arrived in Prospero, my nursery capsule fell directly from the sky into the middle of Tizca Square. This town is the entire star dome The last place of human settlement, where people live, gathering their etheric energy to build shields - even if their power is very shallow, to survive the predation of the Devouring Bees."
"I easily learned all the knowledge here," the red giant trembled, his tone even weaker, "I felt I could study more, so one day I walked out of Tizca and looked for traces of ancient knowledge in the wasteland. "
"I don't remember what I did in the early days of Olympia," Perturabo said. "I have no memory until this year when I reconstructed the local history and gathered information. Seeing my childhood."
"But after logical speculation, I climbed the cliff because I wanted to not be confined to a corner of the planet." Magnus nodded, his eyes dim.
"I walked hundreds of kilometers and roamed in abandoned cities. I was touched a lot at that time..." He took a deep breath, and the panic on his face proved that he was The touch I felt at that time was overwhelming, "I saw a giant bird sculpture made of millions of colors. The moment I saw it, it suddenly broke into countless exquisite fragments. I searched from its wreckage To the Mysteries of Psionics ”
"I brought this knowledge to my mentor Amon, and then we brought the knowledge to all the scholars in Tizka. We set off a research craze." His voice was hard.
Perturabo said: "Have you made a mistake here?"
Magnus looked at Perturabo sadly.
"The research on psychic energy disrupted the balance of the ether, and we inadvertently led the Devouring Bees to Tizca."
"You have brought about a disaster with your own hands." Pettu Rab said coldly, "And when I first came here, the residents of Tizka still recognized you as a great hero who saved everyone. You accepted the honor gladly!"
The reverent tone and grateful expression of the dressmaker flashed through his mind, and his voice involuntarily amplified: "If Mors hadn't warned you this time, you wouldn't even reflect on this!"
Everything about Magnus's face showed utter despair, his hands tangled together convulsively, his mouth slightly open, and painful gasps escaped his chest.
"I will never use my powers again," he said tremblingly.
"Is that it?" Pertura said sternly, "The Emperor also uses psychic powers, and Morse is accustomed to mixing psychic powers with spells. Psionics are not an excuse for you to make mistakes. My brother."
"Anyway, I don't want to use psychic powers anymore. That rune...is called a curse, right?" Magnus said in a dull voice.
"Morse never taught me the meaning of a single rune, Magnus," said Perturabo, "and I don't think he has a habit of hiding advanced knowledge."
"You Is there something wrong with that kind of power? "
"I don't know." Perturabo looked at Magnus deeply, and he wanted to ask what the red-skinned brother was looking for in his heart. What, and realized that this question must be something that Magnus could not really answer.
Suddenly, Magnus looked forward with grayish light brown eyes. The giant stood up from the low wall and waved vigorously towards the city.
After receiving the response, he fell back to the ground as if he had lost all strength. He was exhausted and fell into a coma.
Perturabo began preparing his lines to communicate with the guards.
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Magnus slowly opened his eyes, waking up from the comforting breath and soft bed, looking at the familiar ceiling in his residence.
And a slow-burning psychic light in the center of the ceiling.
And the automatically operating psionic planetarium, the screaming psionic mechanical bird, the constantly spinning psionic gyroscope, the psionic scrolls and psionic experiment boxes piled everywhere ……
He closed his eyes and decided to sleep a little longer.
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