Chapter 89 Hellstorm (Part 2)
Morse knew something unexpected was going to happen—not just to Prospero, but also to the Fifteenth Legion.
It can be identified as a kind of experience, or intuition, or intuition derived from accumulated experience, that is, when the thread of fate starts to tremble from a certain section, the fluctuations it conveys will never reach its goal. Click to stop. This shock will surely follow every rope that can be pulled by the people in the silk network of its mercy, and will come to the fate of every extra person who is closely related to this person.
The impact of the subspace storm in the outer solar system on the gene seeds of the Fifteenth Legion is difficult to estimate. The possibility that the Legion's seeds themselves have problems is not small. At least the Emperor told him that some of the legions were bad. When seeding, Morse almost wanted to ask whether the experimental environment in his genetic laboratory was not up to standard.
When he wanted to return to Terra this time, he actually wanted to use some simpler and cruder methods, such as using psychic powers or spells to manually maintain the stability of the legion's genes to ensure that Magnus and When the legions meet, they will not induce potential genetic spiral collapse due to each other's psychic fluctuations.
For Morse, observing the brilliance of the star torch mentioned by the Emperor should not be any more difficult than looking up at the sun during the day. He was well aware of the Emperor's psychic powers, not to mention that the light was too bright in the Warp.
There is only one exception. In a sense, he is also looking forward to this unexpected arrival.
He was floating outside the Sun Star Domain, discerning the strange etheric vortex that had become particularly turbulent here.
In front of his eyes, unreal matter was condensed into a dark projection that could be understood by human thinking. Violent purple and blue thunder leaped in the dark clouds, and all kinds of graceful colors rolled in the roaring space. The solid matter erupted with a tooth-grinding sizzling sound, and clusters of ghostly fire ignited from all directions, bringing a terrifying dark light that could drive mortals mad with extreme uneasiness just by looking at it.
The hazy halo of the star torch became looming under the obstruction of this sudden subspace storm. It was as fragile as a buoy that was swallowed several times by the sky-high waves in the majestic storm. It could only emerge from the vast ocean from time to time. On the surface, a blurry flicker of damage and fragility is projected. Sometimes even this flicker is erased, because the pale lightning and azure arcs penetrating from the high sky in the storm are brighter, and the broken crystal fragments reflect thousands of reflections. A hundred misleading halos.
If he wanted to swim through this subspace storm, or take a detour, Morse could certainly do it. But if you look at the overall situation, the storm that suddenly appeared here at this moment can only mean one thing.
Prospero's accident is about to happen, and the storm is the shrill jeers coming from the Crystal Maze.
Or is it the manifestation of the anger of the Destiny Maker who was forced to fight the God of Plague?
No, change itself is its need, and anger is not the authority of the Lord of Tampering.
Morse's eyes changed slightly. Anger was not an emotional element that the Paradise or the Rotten Heaven should control. So why did he see the two Chaos Gods expressing anger that had nothing to do with their nature?
There is no time to think too much, this is not a good opportunity to explore the nature of the dark gods. At present, Prospero's situation is the most important thing.
He looked at the wild storm in front of him and the vast calm ocean behind him.
The root of Prospero's problem is not on that planet. When the curtain of reality is not seriously damaged, Morse knows that only if he leaves, the crisis will come to the planet that has been watched for a long time. Beside the original body.
Compared to clearing away the wounds left by corruption bit by bit, Morse's rare patience makes him prefer to let all disasters break out first and solve the problem all at once.
Morse stepped forward without hesitation.
The power of the tampering sky has been connected with Prospero. Storm and calm are two sides of the same thing. He knows that no matter where he goes, there is only one place waiting for him at the end.
The road to crystal is at your feet.
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Magnus wasn't sure what form the surprise would take. Giving up one's own personality symbols and going deep into the bottom of consciousness was an extreme attempt that even with his erudition he had never heard of. Common sense as a researcher told him that accidents were bound to happen, but now there was no room for regret.
He must bear the consequences entirely by himself, and thinking about it carefully, this seems to be the first time since he came to Prospero.
He fell downward in the castle of thought. First he saw his own thinking process. He saw his own perception, from the light reflected on the retina to the sound wave vibration touching the eardrum, these materials After being processed by the brain, it was thrown out of his thoughts and did not interfere with his main idea, which was to solve the psychological problem of his inability to use psychic powers in the midst of pain and sorrow.
Then, Magnus fell into the level of words and symbols and heard the laughter and cry of a red being named Magnus.
He understood what Magnus said. Magnus's first cry occurred when he accompanied a scholar who was dying of natural age and introduced him to Titus. The changes in every small shop in the streets and markets of Zika, the first laugh was when Amon led him to touch the lotus as white as the moon that was about to bloom in the pool.
Vocabulary and Grammar compile the accumulated information into a volume and make it available to Magnus on the surface at any time for reading. At this level he found no core troubles that hindered the use of psychic powers, so he continued downward.
After falling to the bottom, his knowledge manual was left at the level above, so that the only instincts he can use now are decision-making and behavior. He can't explain anything he encounters because he has no cognitive memory of anything here.
He was washed and washed, and he experienced everything unknown, re-observing a strange space like a baby with nothing, forgetting thoughts and emotions, and letting the instinct of the soul control his actions.
He must have found something that his soul hates in the depths of his consciousness, and allowed his instinct to successfully peel it off without being troubled by formed thinking.
Because when Magnus woke up from it, the ether of feeling joy again was rushing towards him from all directions. He immediately isolated his spiritual energy temporarily.
When it comes to combat or research, the red Primarch will not hesitate to use the wonders of the ether; but in ordinary irrelevant moments, he does not want to come into contact with psychic energy.
He lowered his head, and a blue glazed feather was breaking from his palm, quickly turning into ashes.
It was this object that was integrated into his subconscious at some point, greatly affecting all of his decision-making logic and thinking patterns, subtly changing his perspective on observing the world. Recent attempts to use psychic powers have repeatedly failed. , which is partly derived from the fearful suggestion that this thing expanded in his negative emotions.
Since such an object is completely integrated with his subconscious and is considered an integral part of his own personality, it is impossible for any external force to find it when detecting foreign objects for Magnus. The only one who can accurately peel off the wrong things growing in his soul is Magnus himself.
He stood up and stretched his stiff back and arms. The changing weather and clocks told Magnus that he had been unconscious for several days.
Yet Magnus had never felt so good since becoming conscious. Light, comfortable, relaxing, powerful. The world seemed as clear and bright to him as if it had been washed away.
The next moment, a strange roar came from the center of Tizca City, ending Magnus' rest time.
Something is exploding in the Tizka Great Library.
Magnus put on his shoes and rushed out the door, choosing to speed up from the real universe first.
(End of this chapter)