Chapter 90 Magnus and the Library
It is getting late, and the brilliant light bursting through the glass curtain wall in the Tizka Library is like a stroke of mocking oil paint, painted on the sky. Bring out the gorgeous colors that penetrate the darkness.
Standing in the golden corridor leading to the interior of the Great Library and observing the library, excessive amounts of psychic energy for different purposes were feverishly devouring each other, erupting into countless terrifying collisions. Even Magnus saw Everyone was slightly dizzy at this scene, and they needed to analyze it with extra concentration in order to deduce how many changing sources of chaos the out-of-control annihilation phenomenon trapped in the pyramid-shaped glass library contained.
The Source of Chaos is a collection hall that contains countless rare objects collected by Magnus and Tizka from countless wilderness ruins and decaying temples throughout the planet.
Magnus stabilized his mind, forced himself to use his indispensable spiritual energy, propped up an invisible shield to protect himself, and broke into the Great Library.
The entire internal space of the library has been distorted and deformed. The originally bright and clean corridors and aisles are filled with strange criss-cross crystal tubes, like clusters of thorns and iron hooks determined to hurt people's lives, criss-crossing to prevent his progress. Countless psychedelic and weird pictures appear on the white interior walls and transparent glass exterior walls, spreading gaudy and ugly light into every dark corner. The books turned into flying shreds of paper, each fragment carrying countless runes of change, dedicated to leading everyone who came here astray through spells.
More than ten years, or in other words, thousands of years of Tizka's collection, most of it was destroyed today. The carrier of knowledge and wisdom was destroyed in the dispute caused by an unknown person, and scattered like dust.
Ordinary books Magnus still had a way to reorganize and repair them through spiritual energy, but in such a chaotic ether environment, Magnus had to watch them turn into passing smoke.
His heart was clenched tightly as a result, and the pain lurked in his bone marrow, waiting only to occur after this incident. As for now, Magnus can only jump and run in the chaotic space, maintaining a shield against danger, and trying not to let any evil and weirdness attract too much of his peripheral vision.
He hoped that the unknown perpetrator had not caused too much harm, although the destruction of the library had made it difficult for Magnus to breathe.
The passage leads into the hall. Because a crystal lamp above has broken in an unknown place, leaving only a string of broken crystal chains swinging around, the light in the hall is particularly unstable. Combined with countless destroyed psychic instruments, this place has almost become a huge arcane furnace, continuously transporting chaotic and dirty demonic energy to the outside.
Sight was completely useless in the changes in the mysterious evil light here, and Magnus completely resisted opening the range of psychic perception too wide.
He groped forward holding on to the booth like a blind man, enduring the strong nausea to guide and sort out the vortex of energy, trying to control the highly concentrated ether layer by layer from the periphery, which would be enough to kill any mortal once leaked. .
This work is not progressing particularly smoothly. Even if Magnus is not able to fully adjust his mentality when facing the ether at the moment, the psychic conditions here are too harsh.
Too many ancient relics have produced many strange phenomena that cannot be analyzed. Every psionic thread is closely related to other related energies. An improper operation, a wrong extraction or truncation is enough to make people suffer. The entire complex ether structure collapsed directly, and the shock wave generated was enough to destroy the protective runes on the outer wall of the Great Library, and even drag the entire Tizca into the abyss of destruction.
Magnus had a headache and concentrated on solving the psychic mystery here, like a blind locksmith who was extremely tired, dealing with the nine hundred and ninety-nine increasingly complex door locks in front of him.
Suddenly, the toe of his shoe hit something that was neither cold nor hard to the touch, and Magnus' heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.
The red giant squatted down his tall body and reached out to touch the things he touched. He touched a raised young arm. The skin had the unique smoothness of the Bright Feather School, and a psychic crossbow arrow was lifted high into the palm of his hand. Nailed to edge of stand.
Going down his arms, Magnus came across some prickly hair, the monk's neck that was still warm, and his pulse under the gold jewelry had long since calmed down.
His fingers began to tremble slightly, and an unreasonable stubbornness forced him to continue facing the problem that he already knew the outcome of.
Going up the cold neck, he came across a pair of lips that were open in pain, and the tense muscles preserved the last scream of the deceased. He hit the stiff zygomaticus minor, then the orbicularis oculi. The wet ball was as small as a child's marble under his huge fingers, but the color and shape of the soft crystal emerged naturally from Magnus's memories, along with various vivid expressions and former smiles.
Magnus trembled and covered the eyelids of the deceased, but his overly large fingers were unable to complete such a precise operation due to trembling. He put down Hastur and smashed his fist angrily on the stand next to him, causing large cracks to spread from under his fist.
He stood up straight and exited this chaotic area.
The attempt just now has proved that dealing with this chaos is not something that Magnus can easily accomplish now. He decided to first find the group of people who are making trouble.
It's better they didn't get a second dead person.
Those chaotic footsteps and shouts came from uncertain directions in the ever-changing space. Apart from proving that the intruder seemed to be chasing someone, Magnus knew nothing. Know.
From the dead Hastar, he already had an idea of the identity of the people who caused trouble today, and he sincerely hoped that it would not be them.
Leaving the exhibition hall, the color no longer affects Magnus’ sight. The marble floor, which was originally clean and bright and cleaned every day, has turned into several old tree branches that intertwined and meandered in the dark, intersecting each other and making it difficult to identify.
He managed to approach the source of the chaos faster on the twisting and changing road, and the sound of a bookshelf collapsing gave him some guidance.
Magnus cheered up and approached the sound. In the gap between the flying paper scraps, he saw a familiar little figure, and his heart immediately filled with joy and peace.
From the first time the two met in this large library, Magnus was full of affection for this brother who, although serious, also had unique views on literature, art, science and technology; and many things happened next. Things have repeatedly proven Perturabo's reliability and generosity hidden under the steel exterior.
Perturabo's conversation with him a few days ago was still echoing in his mind. It was his guidance and urging that made Magnus determined to face his problems honestly and successfully solve his problems.
He had too many things to say to Perturabo, such as a formal and sincere thank you to this venerable brother, the restoration work of the Tizca Great Library, and the story of Tizca The cleaning and reconstruction of the outer ruins...
This library, which symbolizes the first meeting with Perturabo, can completely integrate the Olympian style, and the numerous temples and dangerous places in the outer ruins also require Magnus shared item by item with Perturabo...
The unknown magic attached to several rows of obstructing bookshelves stopped Magnus for a moment. With overflowing motivation, he cleared the obstacles, pushed aside the falling papers, and called Perturabo happily, but received no response.
Magnus poked his head out of the aisle in confusion, finding no one behind the collapsed bookshelf.
He explored forward, looking beyond the collapsed white wooden frame, and finally saw a small half-burnt cloth robe and a handful of charred embers quietly falling on the ground.
(End of this chapter)