Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Morse knew something unexpected was going to happen—not just to Prospero, but 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 stop after reaching its target point. 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 seeds of this legion itself are defective is not small. At least when the Emperor introduced to him the bad seeds of some legions, Morse I almost want to ask if the experimental environment in his genetic laboratory is not up to standard.

When he wanted to return to Terra this time, he actually wanted to use simpler and cruder methods, such as using psychic powers or spells to manually maintain the stability of Legion genes, so as to ensure that when Magnus and Legion met, Potential genetic spiral collapse will be induced by 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, and in a sense, he is also looking forward to this unexpected arrival.

He floated outside the Sun Star Domain, discerning the strange etheric vortices that had become especially turbulent here.

In front of his eyes, unreal matter was condensed into a dark projection that could be understood by human thinking. Violent purple-blue thunder leaped in the dark clouds. All kinds of graceful colors rolled in the roaring space. The broken solid matter erupted into an astounding explosion. The teeth sizzled, and clusters of ghostly fires ignited from all directions, bringing a terrifying dark light that could drive mortals mad due to 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 waves in the majestic storm. It could only emerge from the surface of the vast ocean from time to time, projecting a trace of damage. Fragile, vague flickers, sometimes even this flicker is erased, because the pale lightning and blue arcs penetrating from the high sky in the storm are brighter, and the broken crystal fragments refract a thousand misleading lights. faint.

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 Fatemaker's rage at being forced to fight the Plague God?

No, change itself is its need, and wrath is not the authority of the Lord of Change.

Morse's eyes changed slightly. Anger was not an emotional element that the Paradise Heaven or the Rot Heaven should control, so why did he see the two Chaos Gods showing 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 calm vast ocean behind him.

The source of Prospero's problem is not on that planet. When the curtain of reality is not severely damaged, Morse knows that only if he leaves, the crisis will come to the long-awaited original body.

Rather than clearing away the wounds left by corruption bit by bit, Morse's rare patience made 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 crystal road is at your feet.

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Magnus wasn't quite 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 were processed by the brain and then thrown away. It is outside his thoughts and does not interfere with his main idea, which is 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 was saying, and Magnus's first cry occurred when he accompanied a scholar who was dying of natural age and introduced him to the streets and streets of Tizka. Every small shop in the city changed, and 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 compiled the accumulated information into a volume, ready for Magnus on the surface to read. 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 in the depths of his consciousness that his soul abhorred, and allowed his instincts to successfully strip it away without being bothered by formed thoughts.

Because when Magnus woke up from it, the ether of renewed joy 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 aether; 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 is this object that has been integrated into his subconscious mind at some point, greatly affecting all his decision-making logic and thinking patterns, and subtly changing his perspective of observing the world. The recent repeated failures in using psychic powers are partly due to this. A fearful suggestion derived from the object's amplification of his negative emotions.

Since this thing is completely integrated with his subconscious and is already an integral part of his 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.