Chapter 319 Witchcraft is always so bad
Leaving the four Luna Wolves at the entrance of the village, when Mortarion and Horus Luperkar rushed to the fallen Stormbird, Magnus was still standing in the deep pit created by the vehicle, clutching his parchment-colored robe uneasily, and looking at the black-robed wizard Morse from a distance who had appeared at an unknown time.
Judging from the smoothly cut edge arc of this pit, the size of the pit with a diameter of 150 meters, and the precise arc of simple geometric patterns inside, it can be seen that the falling Crimson King is smashing through the atmosphere. In the last few seconds of the process of entering the Barbarus Plains, he finally managed to control the way the Storm Bird plunged into the ground.
At this time, the steel flying eagle was covered with mud from the swamp. Its smooth lines and polished red paint surface were half mud and half burnt scorch marks. It was originally carefully designed. The bas-relief lines and the indispensable High Gothic text in praise of the imperial utensils were all burned under the red fire until they were difficult to read.
This transport aircraft, which Magnus picked out from his hangar and which recently suited his personal aesthetic best, has not yet been used to welcome the new Primarch brothers. It was generously donated by Barbarus. The meeting ceremony at the top was silent.
"Come out, Magnus," Morse leaned over the pit, with his hands behind his back, inviting him, "This is the real universe."
"Are you serious, Morse? "S!" Magnus yelled from the pit, with a light halo shining around him to isolate the slight but unpleasant poisonous fog on the surface of Barbarus, "There is no such rot in your perception." The smell! I smelled it as soon as I entered the atmosphere! And it was chasing me! I just went in over Olympia a year ago, and I won’t go in again!”
“Believe me, Magnus." Morse's voice contained a strange smile, "The power of darkness has been dispelled. Although there is still a trace of corruption here, the source has long been cut off with the destruction of the speaker. Yes, you can come out now."
"The first time you took me there..." Magnus showed a choked expression, frowning and swallowing a word, "In the garden, too. Said it was clean and tidy..."
Horus took Mortarion to the edge of the pit and waved to the pit: "My brother, why are you still standing there? Meet Mortarion, Magnus, he's a good man."
Magnus sniffed: "Hello, Horus, and Mortarion. The Emperor has told us your basic information, but his orders never mentioned anything related to corruption. Set the conditions... Please wait for me for one to two minutes, I need to make some preparations."
After saying that, Magnus got back into the smoking Storm Bird, and ninety seconds later. , an extremely rare Magnus who wore boots instead of sandals, his usually exposed arms were covered with a thick layer of windproof leather, and his thick red hair was barely stuffed into a sealed helmet, jumped out of the hatch and walked out Big hole.
While Mortarion was hiding his surprise with a calm facial expression, Magnus cautiously held Mortarion's hand and hummed in the helmet through a layer of gas filter circulation device. Said: "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mortarion. I am the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion, the Thousand Dust Sun, Magnus of Prospero."
He paused. After a while, he continued: "If you have any needs for improving Barbarus's psychic environment, please send me a request statement."
"Hello, Magnus." Mortari An said, "What do you mean by the smell of corruption?"
Although he asked this question, Mortarion obviously had a suspicion and just wanted to confirm it again.
"This is the etheric color here," Magnus waved his hand around, as if to include the ground of Barbarus, "You..."
He Glancing at Morse carefully, after receiving a wink from Morse, Magnus continued: "You should be able to feel the abnormal witchcraft environment of your home planet. It was once polluted by some forces, and The contamination situation has reached a high level of assessment. "
"Witch Overlord" Mortarion spat out the word coldly, as if its existence was tainting his tongue, "They have been buried. Under my scythe."
"Yes," Magnus nodded, "The source of the influence has been eradicated, but waiting for the etheric color to return to normal on its own will take an incalculable amount of time. This power is essentially subordinate to a voyeur who is infinitely more depraved than the sorcerer overlord, and it is a relief that the voyeur has also ended."
Mortarion was confused about what the Watcher was, and a picture flashed through his mind again - that was the last moment of his duel with Nacre, who had used a set of witchcraft hand seals to summon and communicate. , but never received the response he deserved, and Mortarion thus laid the foundation for victory.
The Emperor silently banished the voyeurs for him.
"Don't look moved, Mortarion," the black-robed wizard reminded, which made Mortarion almost reach out to confirm whether his expression had changed.
The original body said with a cold face: "Let's go back to the village and talk. Magnus, Horus, do you have any dietary taboos?"
"To Magnus "As long as there is no Leman Russ sitting across from him, there is nothing he won't eat," Horus said briskly, "But let me be curious, what are the unique features of Barbarus?" Something good to eat?”
"Toast, oatmeal, multigrain pancakes..." Mortarion honestly listed the things he usually eats. He was not sure whether this was a good thing in the eyes of the two primarchs - probably not, after all, they had traveled widely among the stars and had seen a lot, but this did not prevent Mortarion from deciding to give him the best food is brought to the table.
If they take a negative view, Mortarion thought silently, there is nothing he can do about it.
“Why don’t you mention the special drink here?” Morse said, “I see from you that the Emperor’s favorite drink is that drink.”
“What kind of drink? Horus asked immediately with interest.
"Barbarus poison wine." Mortarion said hesitantly, "Brewed from the natural rainfall here, mortals can drink less, and you and I can drink it directly... But it has some toxicity, Is this appropriate? ”
"It sounds much less toxic than Fenris Mead," Magnus nodded slightly reservedly, "From my personal point of view, I can take a few sips with you."
"Alas, our great scholar," Horus glanced disapprovingly, and after seeing the sight of Magnus being wrapped up airtight, the corners of his mouth that he had finally suppressed turned up again.
Magnus and Horus walked on both sides of Mortarion, walking through the swamp in the light mist, towards Mortarion's village.
The short light of day gradually faded into the darkness of night soon after. According to the habit of the Barbarus people, pitch torches were quickly lit on the outskirts of each village, making the darkness in the mist shine brightly with lanterns or lanterns. Backing away in the light of the torch.
After the thirteen bells on the top of the dark mountains rang, the witchcraft and evil spirits in the fog that were able to infest the village at night were rarely able to appear. This defensive measure was also moving towards a kind of accumulated energy all year round. Habit switching.
Perhaps hundreds of years from now, when the newly born Barbarus children light their torches, they will also think that the evil spirits in the past are just fables that only exist in the mouths of the elderly, and that the torches are used when the power supply is unstable. A traditional custom used for lighting.
Only when they passed by the statue of Mortarion watching in the wheat field, they felt something in their hearts, stopped and looked up into the deep eyes of the original body, and were able to catch a glimpse from the slit of time and see the human race of the past in the distance. The Reaper wields his scythe and liberates Barbarus in the legendary battle.
At this moment, in the 844th year of the 30th millennium, sitting in the middle of the village’s idle threshing floor, there are only three genes that consume the village’s wine reserves at a high speed. Primarch.
"Psychic power!" Magnus said loudly, his face became even redder, and the helmet he had just put on for a short time had been thrown to the ground again. "Although it has its place of use, but in Between the stars, it can destroy everything that mankind has built for survival all too easily, and you know this, Mortarion..."
Horus took it from Magnus. With his empty glass, he stood up with his hands on the ground and went to the barrel to get another glass for Magnus and himself. What Mortarion said was correct. The alcohol content was not high, but its unique toxicity gave the poisoned wine an irreproducible stimulating taste and accompanying excitement. As long as it can resist the basic toxins, it is easier to taste than ordinary high-altitude spirits, and the Primarch is the type of lifeform that can easily resist toxins.
"You are the first person to identify with me so much, Magnus," Mortarion said vaguely, leaning against the barn wall and drinking slowly. "Even the Emperor... Use witchcraft, and the wizard in black robe, Mo..."
"Morse!" Magnus took the cup from Horus, his words full of depression, "He always You want to throw me into that garden and see how interesting it is to see me anxious? I..."
He frowned and thought about what he was going to say next, "In the future. When we renegotiate the guidelines for the use of psychic energy and strip the hidden dangers of subspace from the lifeline of the empire, I must regard Morse as a typical case..."
"Witchcraft must be--" Mo Talion thought of the Emperor's existence and changed the word, "Restrictions."
He nodded again, acknowledging what he said, "Witchcraft must be restricted."
"You are also the first brother who can have such a good conversation with Magnus in this regard, Mortari Ann," Horus stroked the furs on his knees, "Others of us either can't handle psychic energy in the palm of our hands anyway, like Robert, or we can't personally understand the threat posed by psychic energy. "
"And Russ," Magnus muttered softly, "What a rune priest, he just wants to use his name to deceive people... But last time my warriors went to his legion to do it. Exchange student, but he defeated those wolf pups with his fists..."
"Once again, Magnus," Horus said with a smile, "Once again"
A moment. In the distance, a burst of hearty laughter suddenly broke out from the four Luna Wolves who had started to drink with Mortarion's elite team at some point.
"You said your Legion uses psychic powers?" Mortarion asked.
"Yes, yes... considering the talent and the fact that someone has to do it..." Magnus shook his head and sat up straighter, "We have to make sure that there is always A Legion can handle psionic issues correctly."
He thought for a moment, dug up a nearby example from his memory, and continued: "There are no psykers in Fulgrim's Legion. I think this is a flaw, yes, in the current process of human development, we cannot avoid the use of flaws. Maybe if the Emperor's Children themselves have psykers, I don't have to go to the garden to deliver shoes..."
Magnus trembled, and the topic was immediately changed by him.
"Your Twilight Raiders look so much like you, Mortarion," he swallowed a yawn, whether in Prospero or on Terra in the Segmentum Sol, Magnus I have never had such a good time drinking with others. "When we cooperated, the Twilight Raiders refused to have any communication with us because we are a group of psychics."
"Ignore him, he is just complaining, not traveling all the way to Barbarus to complain." Horus shrugged and added.
"Yes," Magnus said quickly, "I just suddenly thought of it."
Mortarion nodded. "I see, my brother, that sorcery sucks."
"It sucks," Magnus agreed. "Psychics are difficult to deal with properly."
"Almost impossible to deal with!" Mortarion continued. "There may be a few who can use it correctly, such as the Emperor... but most wizards will only create disasters!"
"And psychic energy comes from the warp, which is so blasphemous..."
"If there is a better choice, we don't have to continue to borrow these filthy powers," Mortarion raised an arm, After smelling his own scent, he didn't smell anything unusual, which just showed that he was surrounded by the stink of Barbarus. "I may have some ideas..."
"Tell me?" Magnus leaned forward, full of curiosity.
Mortarion dipped his fingers into some poisoned wine and drew a circle on the ground.
“This is a scientific method based on the constant characteristics of mathematics, using different data characteristics and the exploration and derivation of axioms to transform material forms.” Mortarion said, “It is not witchcraft, but The mapping of true knowledge and truth is the truth of the material universe. ”
"Imperial truth?" Horus asked. "The Emperor would like it, indeed."
Mortarion continued to draw some geometric patterns in the circle.
“When I was building the safe haven, Perturabo gave me a set of mathematical models to calculate various data in the war system, and to adjust the constants to better fit reality. Conditions. After that, I began to further realize the beauty of mathematics."
Looking at the patterns on the ground, Magnus gradually felt that something was wrong. "Perturabo gave you a set of models...is this the truth you call it?"
"The truth of numbers," came Mortarion's spirit, during the final battle with Nak'rai After that, with the excitement brought by the poisoned wine, he decided to introduce his discovery to others for the first time, "As long as the numbers that meet the truth standard are combined reasonably and appropriately, and then the known conditions obtained by calculation and the substitution variables required for the solution are used, We can obtain the truth that changes reality.”
He drew the last symbol, then added his imaginary subscript to each symbol according to a unique sequence in his mind.
The moment Mortarion's digital formation was completed, a ripple of psychic energy rolled across the threshing floor.
Magnus immediately woke up from his drunken state. He was shocked to perceive the surrounding ether vortex and the energy flow contained in it, which was similar to the foreboding spell of the Black Crow School. After being stunned for a few seconds, he slowly calmed down. Xu turned his gaze to Mortarion.
"I decided to call it Numerology," Mortarion said, waiting expectantly for his response.
"What did Perturabo teach you!" Magnus wrinkled his face carefully, hiding his emotions, and drank the remaining bitter poisonous wine in the glass in one breath, his chest rolling. The dull pain caused by drinking.
"Let me prepare mentally... Mortarion, do you plan to name the psykers in your legion Digital Priests?"
(End of Chapter)
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