Chapter 89 Hellstorm (Part 2)

Morse knew that something unexpected was going to happen—not just Prospero, but also the Fifteenth Legion.

It could be considered an experience, or an intuition, or an intuition accumulated from experience, that is, when the thread of fate starts to vibrate from a certain section, the vibration it transmits will never stop after reaching its target point. This vibration will surely follow every thread that the person in the silk net that it will favor can pull, and fall on the fate of every additional person who is closely related to this person.

The impact of the warp storm in the outer layer of the solar system on the gene seed of the Fifteenth Legion is difficult to measure, and the possibility that the seed of this legion itself has problems is not small. At least when the Emperor introduced the bad seeds of some legions to him, Morse almost wanted to ask if his genetic laboratory did not meet the experimental environment.

He wanted to go back to Terra this time, in fact, he wanted to use some simpler and cruder methods, such as using psychic power or spells to manually maintain the stability of the legion's genes, to ensure that when Magnus and the legion meet, the potential gene spiral collapse will not be induced by each other's psychic fluctuations.

For Morse, observing the light of the Astronomican mentioned by the Emperor should not be more difficult than looking up at the sun during the day. He knew a lot about the Emperor's psychic power, not to mention that the light was too bright in the warp.

There was only one exception, and in a sense, he was looking forward to the arrival of this surprise.

He floated outside the solar star field, identifying the strange ether vortex that became particularly turbulent here.

In front of him, the unreal matter condensed into a dark projection that could be understood by human thinking. The violent purple-blue thunder leaped in the dark clouds. All kinds of beautiful and colorful things rolled in the roaring space. The broken solid matter burst out with a tooth-grinding sizzling sound. Clusters of ghost fire ignited from all directions, bringing a terrible dark light that would drive mortals crazy because of extreme anxiety with just a glance.

The hazy halo of the Astronomican became vague under the obstruction of this sudden warp storm, as fragile as a buoy that was swallowed by the sky-high waves several times in the mighty storm. It could only float out of the vast ocean from time to time, casting a damaged and fragile blurred flicker. Sometimes even this flicker was erased because the pale lightning and blue arcs that penetrated the highest sky in the storm were brighter, and the broken crystal fragments reflected thousands of misleading halos.

If Morse wanted to swim through this warp storm or take a detour, he could do it. But if you look at the overall situation, the sudden appearance of the storm here at this moment means only one thing.

Prospero's accident is about to happen, and this storm is the shrill laughter coming from the crystal maze.

Or is it the embodiment of the wrath of the Fate 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.

Mors' eyes changed slightly. Rage was not an emotional element that Elysium or Stagnation should have mastered, so why did he see the two Chaos Gods showing anger that had nothing to do with their nature?

There was no time to think about it. This was not a good time to explore the nature of the Dark Gods. At present, the situation of Prospero was the top priority.

He looked at the raging storm in front of him and the vast ocean behind him that was as calm as a sea.

The root of Prospero's problem was not on that planet. With the reality curtain intact, Mors knew that only if he left would the crisis come to the Primarch who had been watched for a long time.

Compared with clearing the wounds left by corruption bit by bit, Mors's scarce patience made him prefer to let all disasters break out first and solve the problem once and for all.

Mors stepped forward without hesitation.

The power of Tampering Heaven had already connected with Prospero. Storm and calm were two sides of the same thing. He knew that no matter where he went, there was only one place waiting for him at the end.

The Crystal Road is already under his feet.

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Magnus was not sure how the accident would come.

Giving up his own personality symbol and going deep into the bottom of consciousness was an extreme attempt that he had never heard of even with his erudition. As a researcher, common sense told him that accidents were bound to happen, but now there was no room for regret.

He had to bear the consequences entirely by himself, and thinking carefully, it seemed that this was the first time since he came to Prospero.

He fell down in the tower of thought. First, he saw his own thinking process. He saw his own perception, from the light reflected into the retina to the sound wave vibration touching the eardrum. These materials were processed by the brain and thrown out of his thoughts, and did not interfere with his main idea, that is, to solve the psychological problem of his inability to use psychic power in pain and sorrow.

Then, Magnus fell into the level of words and symbols and heard the laughter and cry of a red life named Magnus.

He understood what Magnus said. Magnus' first cry occurred when he accompanied a scholar who was dying of old age and introduced him to the changes in every small shop in the streets and markets of Tizca. His first laugh was when Amon led him to touch the lotus flowers in the pool that were about to bloom.

Vocabulary and grammar compiled the accumulated information into a book, which was available to Magnus on the surface to read at any time. He did not find the core trouble that hindered the use of psychic power at this level, so he continued to go down.

After falling into the bottom layer, his knowledge manual was left behind on the upper layer, so that now he can only use the instinct of decision-making and behavior. He can't explain anything he encounters, because he has no cognitive memory of anything here.

He was washed and cleansed, he experienced everything unknown, re-observing a bizarre space like a baby with nothing, forgetting thoughts and emotions, and letting the instinct of the soul dominate his actions.

He must have found something that his soul hated in the depths of his consciousness, and let his instinct successfully strip it away without being troubled by formed thoughts.

Because when Magnus woke up from it, he felt the joyful ether coming to him from all directions again. He immediately isolated the psychic energy for the time being.

When it comes to combat or research, the red gene master will not hesitate to use the wonders of the ether; but in ordinary irrelevant moments, he doesn't want to contact the psychic energy.

He lowered his head, and a blue glass feather was breaking from his palm, quickly turning into ashes.

It was this thing that had been integrated into his subconscious at some point, greatly affecting all his decision-making logic and thinking patterns, and subtly changing his perspective on the world. The recent repeated failures in trying to use psychic power were also partly due to the fearful implications that this thing amplified in his negative emotions.

Because this thing was completely integrated with his subconscious and was already a part of his own personality, no external force could find it when detecting external objects for Magnus. Only Magnus himself could accurately remove the wrong things that grew in his soul.

He stood up and stretched his stiff back and arms. The changing weather and the clock told Magnus that he had been in a coma for several days.

However, since he became conscious, Magnus had never felt so good. Light, comfortable, relaxed, and powerful. The world in his eyes was clear and bright as if it had been washed.

The next moment, a strange roar came from the center of Tizca City, ending Magnus's rest time.

Something was exploding in the Tizca Great Library.

Magnus put on his shoes and rushed out the door, choosing to accelerate through the real universe first.