Chapter 83 Magnus Hates Psionics
Amon poured Perturabo a cup of scented tea and invited the boy to sit down on the folding chair at the high table.
"They are quarreling." Perturabo said, looking away from Magnus and the many other scholars in the garden, and fell on the face of Magnus's former teacher. The psychic master has gray hair shawl, his skin is as rough and fragile as parchment, and he has a unique calmness like a hermit.
"Magnus wants everyone to give up the ether." Amon said, "He is committed to emphasizing the dangers of the ether to the masters."
Magnus heard outside the window at the right time. A suddenly raised voice.
"...You can't continue your research!" The giant's voice rumbled, wearing a pair of Tizka's rare high-soled shoes. "The void is full of lies and deceit. The power you are using comes from evil filth. Birth. I have entered one of the end points of that road. I cannot allow witchcraft to continue to pollute my planet. All exploration of ether must be canceled immediately!"
"It was you who said you would establish six schools of thought, Magnus! You brought all these mysteries to Tizca, you gave us a dream, and as soon as we set foot on this glorious path full of light, you will take back everything you gave us. Why are you so cruel?" said a mortal, his tone changing from excitement to sadness.
"That is Setgar," said Amon, "the master of fire."
Magnus showed no mercy, and his dislike of psychic powers had outweighed his All the tolerance of those who once traveled with me.
"I should not have let you know the mysteries of psychic power." said the red primarch. "I have allowed you to go too far."
"What about you, Magnus? Aren't you at the front?" said another mortal, whose appearance was particularly handsome.
"Hastar." Amon introduced Perturabo. "He can control the appearance of the human body, whether it is his own or others, destroy or heal."
"I will also stop all exploration." Magnus announced, "Psychic power is no longer what I am pursuing. Knowledge. The formation of the six sects is over, and my pyramid does not need to be repaired. Within nine years, I hope that the traces of psychic energy will disappear from Tizka, and everything we have will be destroyed. The Legion will oversee Prospero's ban on psionic power to prevent destruction and doom."
"Psychic power is the enemy of all evil, seducing all into the dark void and bewitching no one with its dangers. It can be resisted."
Only by hating psionic energy can he have an excuse to avoid blaming himself for being addicted to psionic energy.
Perturabo took a sip of the scented tea, and the liquid fell into the void after entering the mouth. The body made by Morse did not provide taste senses and digestive system.
He put down the pottery cup and put his hand back on his legs covered in Tizka style robes. "Magnus will not succeed." Perturabo said, "He cannot persuade people to give up what they have insisted on for their whole lives with words alone."
"Then how did you persuade Magnus to give up the ether?" "?" Amon asked.
"We didn't talk him out of it," said Perturabo. "We just showed him part of the truth behind psychic powers."
He continued to look toward the garden behind the house. . Almost all of Prospero's top scholars have gathered here, arguing unwillingly around the standing red young giant. Perhaps the only exception is Amon who is talking to him indoors.
"He's afraid of psychic powers," Perturabo said firmly. "The only reason that prompted him to stay on Tizca was probably that he spent his last bit of courage trying to convince you to give up your powers."
"Magnus is a genius, and from what he has done, From the day the meteor fell on the Marble Square, we knew he was different from ordinary people." Amon stared at Perturabo, "After giving up his psychic powers, he still has unlimited talent and energy to explore other new paths."< br>
Perturabo did not avoid Amon's gaze, and calmly allowed Master Sand to examine his existence: "And mortals no longer have the energy to embark on the second path. He will lead to a new ocean. Once the strange ticket is put into your hands, it can no longer be taken away."
He paused, "This is his responsibility."
Amon glanced out the window. . "But if Magnus withdraws from our many projects, this is enough to forcibly interrupt most of our research. At least he is the only one among us who can directly face the changes in the vast ocean. Without him, we would even Can’t see clearly what I’m studying.”
Perturabo sensed that Amon's concern was not about the future of Prospero's psychic development, but about Magnus himself. "I don't know what some scholars would do for this," Amon said.
Perturabo changed the topic: "What about you, Amon?"
"Among the six sects, Magnus will join me in establishing That faction is called Black Crow." Amon's tone was light and shallow, and it became closer to a sounding silence after melting into the air.
“My specialty is to detect the future and intercept a few words about the future from the waves of the ether. A long time ago, I often saw a picture. I saw my home burning down and everything in endless destruction. In the end, wolves bite under the moon, and fire burns on the water."
"After Magnus came, this omen of disaster disappeared for more than ten years. Until a few days ago, I saw Prospero's fire of punishment again. The difference from the past is that in the fire, I also saw a man in black taunting the burning earth."
He spoke of Prospero's destruction softly, but Perturabo could feel it strongly. of solemnity and inquiry.
"The day after I woke up from my dream, you and a black-robed man I had never seen came to Tizca." Amon whispered. "Magnus believed you easily and immediately abandoned the etheric ocean he loved."
"What are you doubting?" Perturabo's tone suddenly became gloomy.
Amon shook his head. "I know that the prophetic picture cannot be interpreted superficially. It seems to contain subjective malice and often leads the prophet to misunderstand the future."
Perturabo's cold suspicion did not fade away from his eyes.
Amon could feel the terrible pressure from the soul restricted by the boy's body, but he had to say the second half of the sentence: "Although I know this rule well, others may not know it. And I am not the only one invited to co-found the Black Crow School."
"There are others who predicted the destruction of Tizca..." Perturabo's raging anger was suppressed by the original body at the moment before it reached its climax. He suppressed it with a steely will, "...and think that Morse and I burned down your home?"
"You have the right to know this, Perturabo." Amon nodded. .
“Who?” Before Amon could react, Perturabo quickly regained his clear thinking, “No, I don’t need you to tell me the identity of the prophet. Tell me, how many people know it? This prophecy? ”
Amon said nothing and just looked out the window.
"Every one?" asked Perturabo sarcastically.
"Every scholar gathered here, yes."
Perturabo closed his eyes briefly, and his consciousness communicated with his body in the Legion. Soon, he opened his eyes.
“The last time something mysterious happened, we killed tens of thousands of people in order to eradicate heresy.” Perturabo said, “It’s in Olympia, my own planet.”< br>
"This time, if you prove yourselves worthy of death, I will not spare any slave of darkness just because Magnus is my brother."
"This is how I meet you alone "Cause, Perturabo," said Amon, "I want my home to be destroyed more than anyone else, but Magnus gave up his powers and shut himself up in the hut where he burned all the furniture." I cannot solve the mystery of destruction alone."
"Wait," said Perturabo. "My army is already on its way to Prospero."
(End of Chapter)