Chapter 88 Hellstorm (Part 1)
Perturabo knew that an accident was about to happen.
Ever since Magnus discussed with the scholars on banning psychic powers, he has been keenly aware of an unusual and intricate tributary in the turbulent flow of Prospero's fate. Especially highlighted under guidance.
He just didn't know how the accident was going to come.
Thanks to the fact that the body created by Morse is nothing more than a humanoid combination of energy, Perturabo is able to run between the bookshelves at a speed that is enough to permanently damage the muscles and bones of ordinary people.
A few days were enough for him to understand the structure of the entire building clearly - in fact, he had already done this after he was led by Magnus to tour half of the large library on his first day.
So he realized very clearly that the layout of this space had changed.
After the roar of the crystal chandelier falling to the ground, followed by a large number of explosions and screams, psychic energy rolled through the entire library like a torrent until it was bound by the solid spell on the glass exterior wall. Inside, a huge reactor is formed.
The passage in front of Perturabo became extremely long and narrow, silver light flowed inside the marble floor tiles that turned into crystal, runes emerged from everywhere, and the phantom arcs of thunder and lightning flashed vividly. Prismatic bonfires billowed on the bookshelves, and the storm of warp matter projected the psychic vortex of the real universe behind the curtain.
The vision appeared so naturally that Perturabo even felt that all kinds of strange things had existed here for a long time. Now it was unveiled, like a weathered rock shell peeling off the outer layer, revealing the interior that had been waiting for a long time. The mysterious brilliance.
He has stopped running, because the behavior of continuing to rush into it after seeing the vision contains the dangerous image of resolute devotion, and the meaning of the ritual is the most beloved caller of the vast ocean waves.
——Magnus did not build the Great Library of Tizca.
Perturabo picked out a piece of information suitable for this moment from his vast network of thoughts. The red giant stood proudly under the glass windows of the Tizca Great Library that reflected all kinds of bright sunlight. The scene of introducing his city replayed in his mind, "...we have always had this library," the young giant said, "I did not rebuild the entire Tizca."
City of Light, The final crystal nail that holds Prospero to the brink of destruction. Before the Emperor's offspring fell from the sky like brilliant meteors, Tizca was known as the City of Light.
Sooner or later he would have to ask Magnus what kind of place this great library used to be.
Perturabo turned around, with many black burn marks remaining on the torn cloth robe. When he stopped running, the countdown started the moment the scholar caught up with him.
The time they arrived today was just before Perturabo was about to leave. If it were delayed for another thirty minutes, no one would be able to discover the inferior plan of these arrogant scholars today.
The item that the scholars wanted to steal was also specially introduced to Perturabo by Magnus earlier. He knew the item so well that as long as the collection was in his hands, he even knew how to do it. Complete a quick and efficient disassembly to crush your enemy's ambitions.
Many coincidences and sudden enlightenments seemed to be favored by fate. The God of Luck gently dropped the flowers and fruits representing good luck from the clouds, and they landed at Perturabo's feet. If he seizes the opportunity and uses the indestructible, particularly tough body that Morse built for him, which can survive the psychic fire without damage, and engages in a unique deal with the enemy, can he directly eliminate the crisis? The appearance of a young bud?
While Magnus was still unable to deal with the minor problem of his psionic disorder, Mors left for Terra, and the Emperor ran off to the Sun Sector for unknown purposes, the whole of Prospero was still Is there a second person capable of solving this unknown crisis?
A row of bookshelves fell down in the psychic shock, blocking Perturabo's path, even though he had no intention of moving forward. It almost formed a natural stronghold here, inviting Perturabo to stay here and show off his talents.
The fighting part of his genes has begun to cheer, and a part of his mind has also smoothly conceived many consecutive moves to deal with the scholars in the blink of an eye - their psychic powers are powerful And irresistible, but their almost incompetent fighting qualities will completely waste their talents, not to mention the severe physical weakness caused by the years of studying spiritual energy in these scholars who are no longer young.
He is a warrior, his enemy is not.
The psychic smoke stirred up by the collapsed bookshelf gradually dispersed, and Perturabo stood quietly in the middle of the aisle with a serious face.
The noisy sound is approaching. If he wants to mount an effective defense, he must use the resources he has here, yes, such as countless books covered with psychic films, such as crystal bookshelves and long silver ladders. He had to start laying traps, using tricks, leaving traps...
Perturabo suddenly closed his eyes, shook his head violently, and cleared out all the thoughts that had suddenly popped up in his ears. Ruo Wu's few words were also expelled.
He was dreaming about the enemy's position, in the core area of the City of Light, where he didn't know what it was originally, using the inherent unknown things, and fell into a war with a group of psychics who controlled countless spells. Fierce fighting?
This isn't even in the realm of arrogance and impracticality anymore, it's stupidity.
Perturabo decided again.
He used his will to hook a small hook that Morse had arranged in advance in this young body, and sent his thoughts neatly back from Prospero to the Iron Warriors' fleet.
Within one thought, another person has learned everything that is happening here and merged with this branch of his consciousness.
At the same time, countless golden ancient runes appeared on the surface of the boy's body, and pure and flawless scorching golden fire ignited on the runes, disintegrating the corresponding matter back to the essence of energy inch by inch.
This is the self-destruction setting of Morse's body to prevent problems in the bud. There is no need for Morse to personally help him return fragments of consciousness. The curse will use the energy in the body itself to cross the galaxy and open a one-time passage. For him to return and kill two birds with one stone, drain the body itself and shatter the form of this thing in the material universe.
Except for the torn cloth robe he bought locally in Tizca, and the charred black ember that was inevitably burned by the cursed golden fire on the evil crystal ground, Perturabo Nothing would be left for a group of psykers.
At the other end of the galaxy, the Lord of Iron opened his eyes that were colder than glaciers, and looked in the direction of Prospero with an expressionless face.
He did not explain anything unnecessary to the officers around him, and skillfully ignored the well-hidden curiosity on his soldiers' faces.
"Prepare the subspace... no, accelerate from the real universe and head to Prospero as soon as possible." He paused, "Get the turret and torpedo tube system ready in advance, but don't load it. For the time being, just highlight the shape of the weapon. In addition, contact Terra immediately to ask if Morse has arrived."
(End of this chapter)