Chapter 97 Teaching
“Within the Human Empire, I believe that records about curses are destined to be extremely rare.”
Morse’s fingers penetrated the core of the pyramid and merged with the psychic storm below. In a ball of violent energy, the nine-color radiance shines on his face with colorful bright spots that are constantly shattering, strengthening his unique cold expression.
Magnus couldn't take his eyes off his uninjured fingers. Subtle golden light seeped out from under the fake skin, forming a string of ancient and sharp runes.
Compared with psychic runes, these incantations are neither difficult to identify nor difficult to remember. Just by observing Morse's fingers, the Primarch easily memorized more than ten incantations with unknown meanings. letter.
Compared to the miraculous power Magnus had seen, the simplicity of the spell almost frightened the Primarch.
He is no longer the naive man who blindly expected all mortals to look at the light of revelation. Power without true wisdom is directly equivalent to a curse - Prospero's scholars have used their own death to prove it.
“This power can be used by any mortal, and the relevant syllables can be uttered from any mouth with normal vocal organs. The shortest curse is only one word in length, which is enough for a five-year-old child who does not stutter Shout out quickly before the demon pounces on him. "
Morse gave Magnus a basic introduction, calmly observing the redness rising in his face. Feeling uneasy, there was more of a sigh in my heart than satisfaction with the original body's mental growth.
He held an energy thread, and in an instant, the golden light followed the spiderweb-like energy thread and saturated the entire area. The irregular energy turbulence was solidified into a complex fabric like gold thread, and then from the smallest to the smallest. The atomic structure begins to break apart.
Morse grabbed a handful of residue and pulled out his left hand. The originally surging spiritual energy turned into burnt paper ashes, and then turned into powder with a gentle rub.
He dusted off the dust and met Magnus' eyes. A series of strange and jerky sounds came out of Morse's mouth, and reality instantly experienced an indescribable slight distortion, as if the material universe could not understand this order that went against common sense. This caused blood to flow from the mouth of Morse's body.
"Try it, Primarch." Morse spat out the blood. "This sentence is just a meaningless test combination. To you, it consumes flesh and blood to dedicate its strength, but it uses spells. It won't hurt your throat anymore."
Magnus was nervous for a moment, feeling guilty that he had pursued such terrible power, but the Primarch quickly overcame it. . As Perturabo said, don't overthink it.
He repeated the language spoken by Morse, and the distortion of reality flashed again. The original body coughed, feeling some discomfort deep in his throat.
Morse showed a brief ritual smile, raised his lips and quickly lowered them: "You are suitable for this kind of power, the Red Son."
He took one of Magnus's hands and attached a layer of protection, and then quite aggressively pushed the giant's palm directly into the remaining energy turbulence.
Magnus' muscles tensed, but he said nothing. He looked at his palms immersed in the violent energy vortex, slowly clenched his fists, and his chest rose and fell more with his breathing.
"Read it to me." Morse said coldly, more syllables tore his lips, and little bits of blood slid along the skin into the black cloth and disappeared. If he wanted to use the spell like a mortal, the temporary body he made to imitate a mortal would naturally be damaged.
Magnus concentrated on repeating the syllables from his mouth one after another accurately. The more powerful runes made a faint smell of rust leak out of his mouth, but the damage stopped there.
Compared with the small price, excessively magnificent power was released from his fist placed in the energy furnace. Reality was changed under the command of the curse. Spiritual energy was condensed into solid ice cubes, which could reach a large area with just one strike. Break.
This is exactly what Magnus did immediately after asking Morse for permission with his eyes. He put all the trembling pain of his mind that day into his clenched fists and only used sparse Due to the physical strength he had exercised, he punched heavily, causing the ice to crack in a large area, making the sound of broken beads and jade on the ground.
It can be said that the effect was immediate, the colorful shadows in the sky faded visibly to the naked eye, and the vast ocean lost part of its traction hook before pouring into the planet.
The red giant felt the shrinkage finally shown by subspace, and there were thousands of thoughts condensed in his heart. He inferred from his open mouth that he had just roared with all his strength, and from his knees that landed on the ground, he knew that he lost strength and fell forward after punching. At the moment when it was confirmed that Prospero was about to be rescued, extreme fatigue took away his strength to support his body. But Magnus knew it wasn't over yet.
He let Morse reach out and pull him up, reading the hidden comfort from the other person's absolutely gentle movements. A shy smile crossed Magnus's face, tracing the remnants of his former self.
"The second string of incantations," Morse's tone was as calm as before when he recited the incantation, except that his voice was hoarse as if his throat had been torn. "Protect your body from the psychic turbulence - no The kind of protection that isolates your own psychic power."
Magnus calmly recited the curse on his palm. Perhaps due to the characteristics of personal power, the curse condensed into a light red sheen on the surface of his skin. He took a breath, connected it with a spell, and waved his fist at the altar a second time.
More psychic vortices solidified and shattered into crystal powder. The violent actions that were rare in Magnus's life soothed his anxiety, and the shadow of the vast ocean faded further away.
For Hastar. he thought. For Perturabo. And Tizca, my home.
Morse nodded slightly, his unchanging dark eyes seeming to see through Magnus's heart.
He reached out and pinched his throat to repair the broken vocal cords: "You have learned to end this ceremony, Magnus. Do not leave any remnants of the power of the Lord of Change. After today, I will teach you more "Many."
"Thank you, Morse." Magnus said solemnly, looking at Morse. He then focused on his work. The red giant's proficiency in using the spell was as if he had been studying this for a long time.
This is the Primarch. Morse thought.
"While you are busy, let me talk to you about simple word formation. I believe you are capable of listening while unpacking it." He said softly, "Writing a dictionary for you would be too much. , not to mention that machines, equipment and paper often collapse on their own due to their inability to carry the power of the spell. This is an ability that belongs only to you for the time being. I don’t want you to easily teach it to others after you learn it.”
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Magnus nodded without hesitation, accompanied by the sound of more energy crystal pillars breaking.
Morse found a pillar to lean on, raised his head, and started talking to Magnus from the basic letters, while always dealing with the body's bleeding throat.
There is no need to ask Magnus if he has learned it. If he can't remember it after telling it once, the Emperor's creation level is too poor.
His gaze passed through the walls of the pyramid that gradually returned to transparent glass, and past the bloody remains of the Devouring Bees that smashed onto the glass. The gray clouds magnified in his eyes, followed by the atmosphere and the dark universe outside, as well as some colder and tougher dots in the universe that were different from starlight.
Those iron-gray ships will fall on Prospero.
Morse laughed. Now it was time to think about what kind of new body to make for Perturabo.
Maybe it should be made stronger this time, lest his apprentice be forced to die somewhere again.
Beside him, with the last shattering sound that resounded through the golden tower, the entire energy furnace was completely destroyed, and the blue light beam that passed into the pyramid tip was broken together, bringing the entire tower with it. The pointed outer structure collapsed, exposing the two to the starry sky.
The magnificent and evil colors melted into nothingness in the quiet night sky, and the clear starlight fell in Magnus' sad eyes looking down at the suffering earth. The memory of this disaster will remain with the frozen time until the end of the original body's life.
(End of this chapter)