Chapter 113 Soul Devouring

Chapter 113 Soul Devourer...

Morse lit up the psychic desk lamp to dispel the deep night of Terra outside the window, let the journal of the Thousand Dust Sun float in front of him and automatically flip through it, and held a charcoal pencil in his hand to draw his draft.

In recent days, the internal newspaper of the legion founded by Magnus has gradually become a source of pleasure for him.

Watching these young warriors who are beginners in both war and psychic power have a serious discussion on some basic issues, or put forward some theories between refreshing and deeply frowning, which is really valuable in adjusting people's psychological state.

For example, seriously talking about the psychic phenomenon implied in ancient Terra witchcraft - it is normal to just look at the title, but as long as the historical materials used in the content can have even one-tenth of historical facts, this article can also have a little value.

For example, there is an article that asks whether there is a crack connecting time and space, and a device or engine that helps people to efficiently and safely jump to the subspace, which makes Morse fall into thought.

His experience so far told him that such an engine was almost impossible to exist. Excessive complexity and stability were mutually exclusive, and the huge amount of energy required posed a huge challenge to the safe supply of psychic energy. Combined with other obstacles such as chaos obstruction, the possibility of such an item being manufactured was indeed too low.

However, from another perspective, if a certain life form found a solution to all the above problems, then such a thing might really exist in a corner of this vast galaxy.

Morse tapped the draft paper with the knuckles of his middle finger, swept away the discarded patterns, and started to think again.

This would be a return gift he prepared for an unknown Primarch who was particularly obsessed with yellow and black stripes and was about to give him a gift.

He still didn't understand why Perturabo felt that after sending him away, he had no time to pay attention to the situation of his apprentice - did Perturabo never listen to some music or other audio when working to reduce the distracting and unwanted noise in the internal space?

Morse shook his head and continued to draw circles while turning the newspaper of the Thousand Dust Sun to the next page.

Since Magnus published his little question in the newspaper, his descendants have actively proposed various conjectures and extended discussions. Some people explored the origin of species from the perspective of biology, and some people tried to analyze how the anti-psychic runes that Magnus accidentally made up should be used on the battlefield from the perspective of psychic power.

By the way, the content of Magnus's newspaper was "Recently, during the research on inorganic fusion, psychic micro-active species were accidentally spawned. Please discuss this topic."

The newspaper continued to rustle, and together with the light incense in the corner of the room and some hanging metal gadgets, it created an old atmosphere. The rising heat made the paper art works made by Morse in his spare time rotate quietly. After the candle was lit, the impeller above, which was horizontal to the table, began to rotate, driving the images drawn on the thin paper on the axle, showing the various scenery of Olympia one by one.

In the shadow of each landscape, he hid a miniature portrait of Perturabo, some of which were unhappy in childhood, some of which were serious in youth, and in short, they were drawn casually, and they formed a series.

Soon after, another article caught Mors's interest. This article summarized the various public materials that the Legion could find on Terra, as well as some of the approved safe collections restored by Prospero and Magnus, and finally summarized a set of physical mutations that could be caused by unrestricted psychic use. The first signature of the article was Amon.

The article focused on something that Mors knew but had not named.

When offering the body of an obedient servant to the dark gods, the pursuit of power through chaos and demons often leads to a large accumulation of mutations, which may eventually reduce the servants of darkness to a large mass of chaotic things with atrophied humanity, collapsed reason and thought.

They lost their original form, turning from humans into indescribable beasts. After dissection, their insides were turbid and filthy, completely transformed into a horrible mass of flesh composed of a large number of entangled tentacles and eyes, with only a few original parts preserved. The pain of transformation was enough to crush the mind, leaving behind an irrational body that staggered with the army of the dark gods.

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After at least some quantitative tests, Morse confirmed that for this kind of thing, it was like degenerating into eggs or other bad things, and they didn't even realize that death would be a relief.

Amon named this monster. In the notes at the end of the article, he mentioned that his naming was inspired by the "psychically active species" that Magnus accidentally spawned recently, and Morse thought he was just using the name to commemorate Prospero's previous crisis: Amon named it "Soul Devouring Maggot".

In short, in Morse's opinion, this article can be fully developed in depth on each argument and eventually compiled into a book to assist in teaching psychic power.

He put down the charcoal pencil, and the design draft on the white paper was preliminarily completed. It was the prototype of a long-handled warhammer. When designing it, Morse chose to simplify the overall shape and only add runes to enhance the ability. He thought about the multi-leaf hammer for a few seconds, but later felt that if the multi-leaf hammer was not painted in star fruit color, its shape would be wasted, and it was too much to let a legion lord hold a giant star fruit on the battlefield.

What made Morse think for a while was the design of the emblem on the warhammer.

After painting the yellow and black stripes, Perturabo's interest in painting and painting was satisfied, but the Iron Warriors obviously still lacked a sufficiently iconic heraldry that could be used to make shoulder armor reliefs or hang on the exterior of ships in the future. etc.

Mors decided to do it for the time being, at least come up with a design, and then engraved it on the warhammer and gave it to Perturabo. Morse won't care whether the original body is taken back or not when the time comes.

He put down the drawing, turned his head in a symbolic circle to stretch his non-existent cervical vertebrae, and then left the room to wander around the Terra Palace.

All such huge and magnificent buildings seem to have one thing in common, that is, at some point, one or more areas in the building complex must be under renovation. When he looked out in the corridor, he happened to see his apprentice standing next to a lighted construction site, so he floated out of the corridor and landed next to Perturabo.

"Magnus leaves Terra tomorrow," Perturabo said.

"So why are you here watching them build?"

"Just looking." The Primarch raised his head and looked across the construction site.

Under the tranquil dark sky like a velvet background, one can see the hazy shadow of a towering white tower standing deep in the overlapping high walls, waiting to be climbed.

Morse looked with him.

"It seems the Emperor still likes the tower," he said. "After retaining the Mona Lisa and the sunflowers, as well as the thunder flag that I didn't want to ask but could guess part of the truth, in this palace like a crown of light, he still wanted to build a tower that reached the sky, making it Become an immortal symbol in the history of civilization.”

"Has the tower ever had any symbolic significance in human history?" asked Perturabo.

"I believe the Terran Archives are open to you," Morse replied, "or the Hall of Records, the Augustian Library. If you don't find relevant information there, I won't tell you."

Perturabo nodded silently, guessing at the hidden meaning of Morse's words.

"This tower is now called the Tower of Astartes," said Perturabo. "Magnus is climbing it tonight."

"Then I met the Emperor at the top of the tower, swore an oath to that golden guy, and declared my loyalty to the Emperor, the Empire, and humanity." It was hard to tell whether there was irony in Morse's words, "It's always like this."

Perturabo seemed to smile, and he shook his head slightly: "I will continue to watch the construction here for a while. What about you?"

"I'll go back to my room and draw something more. If you and Magnus want to say goodbye tomorrow, don't come to me. I'm not good at that."

"Then, see you tomorrow." Perturabo nodded.

Note: To clear the name of the Dark Lady, the ones in her dough are not maggots, but unknown insects (