Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Magnus began to hesitate outside Tizca.

Under the shining white pyramid, pure water flows interspersed with green shrubs and bright-colored buildings with Tizca characteristics. The entire city shines in the sunlight.

However, from the perspective of an anti-psychic who has rejected the etheric space, Magnus immediately discovered that the city of Tizca is full of dangers and there is no safe place.

From the psychic defense barriers built on the outskirts of the entire city that have continued since the era of defense against the Soul-Eating Bees, to the psychic sparks and micro-psionic instruments that are distributed in the lives of residents in the city, to all the various devices in the central core area of ​​Tizca The Institute and the Great Pyramid, the winds of ether blowing through every tiniest crevice of the city.

Psionic energy was the foundation on which Tizca was built, even though people back then didn't even know the nature of this primitive energy that seemed to come from the soul. People are immersed in the convenience brought by psychic energy without any scruples, from birth to death.

The more Magnus thought about it, the tighter he felt in his chest, and a new round of twitching and nausea rushed up his fragile throat.

He simply couldn't open his eyes and look directly at this small town where he had lived for more than ten years.

A glance at the gleaming barrier outside the city reminded him of the seemingly clean wooden garden gates and fences in the vast ocean.

Looking again at the lush green trees surrounding the city, rotting vegetation and countless flies chasing the stench spring to mind.

The faint laughter that reached his ears from the city was more and more similar to the broken bubbles that emerged and exploded in the viscous lake water overflowing from the black mud.

Magnus now just wants to turn around and leave, leaving this terrifying city filled with psychic energy and his past of studying aether behind forever.

But he had to go to the city and go home, because if he could no longer take a bath in the real universe, he felt like he was going to die in the vast ocean.

Perturabo sighed silently in his heart, waiting for his poor brother to recover as he clutched his chest and started retching again.

He couldn't help but start to think about what he had done wrong, so that here he had to wait for Magnus to suddenly feel depressed and weak and retching every thirty minutes, while over there he was tracking Morse all over the ship. footprints, and comforted every Iron Warrior who was frightened by the ghost, saying that the man in black robes, the mysterious craftsman when the Legion first met, was a friend of the Emperor and was invited to investigate the Fourth Legion's transformation into Iron Warriors. operating status.

After all, that's exactly what Morse was doing.

"It's time for us to enter the city," Perturabo reminded Magnus. "Can you let us pass through this barrier?"

Magnus raised and lowered his red arm with all the wrist ornaments removed. The young giant looked down at him pitifully. His messy red hair lost its luster and surrounded his face that was even redder from crying: "I...I don't want to do it anymore. Mobilize the ether to go to town.”

"Then you ask the people guarding the city to take us in?"

"Without etheric contact, you can only contact the guards after entering the city."

Perturabo fell silent.

Magnus shook his head and said nervously, "We can wait for their patrol to pass here.

"Okay." Perturabo said solemnly, "You are tall and have a conspicuous complexion. When they pass by, you have to wave to remind them that there is someone here. You are not allowed to pretend not to see the guards."

Magnus nodded and moved dejectedly to sit on half of the collapsed wall that had been swallowed up by the sand. Perturabo, who was now using a body that would not tire, stood beside his brother.

After a while, Magnus whispered: "When I arrived in Prospero, my nursery pod fell directly from the sky into the middle of Tizca Square. This town is the last human settlement in the entire star. , people live here, gathering their etheric energy to build shields - even if their power is very superficial, to survive the predation of the Devouring Bees."

"I easily learned all the knowledge here," the red giant trembled, his tone even weaker, "I felt I could study more, so one day I walked out of Tizca and looked for traces of ancient knowledge in the wasteland. "

"I don't remember what I did in my early days in Olympia," Perturabo said. "I have no memory. This year, when I was reviewing local history and gathering information, I saw my childhood from a third-person perspective."

"But after logical speculation, I climbed the cliff because I wanted to not be limited to a corner of the planet."

Magnus nodded, his eyes dim.

"I walked hundreds of kilometers and roamed in abandoned cities. I was touched a lot at that time..." He took a deep breath, and the panic on his face proved that he was repulsed by the touches he felt at that time. "I saw A giant bird sculpture made of millions of colors. The moment I saw it, it suddenly broke into countless exquisite fragments. I found the secret of psychic energy in its remains. "

"I brought this knowledge to my mentor Amon, and then we brought the knowledge to all the scholars in Tizka. We set off a research craze." His voice was hard.

Perturabo said: "Have you made a mistake here?"

Magnus looked at Perturabo sadly.

"Research into psionic energy disrupted the balance of the aether, and we inadvertently led the Devouring Bees to Tizca."

"You brought a disaster with your own hands." Perturabo said coldly, "And when I first came here, the residents of Tizca still recognized you as a great hero who saved everyone. You accepted the honor happily!"

The reverent tone and grateful look of the dressmaker flashed through his mind, and his voice involuntarily amplified: "If Mors hadn't warned you this time, you wouldn't even have thought about it!"

Everything about Magnus's face showed utter despair, his hands tangled together convulsively, his mouth slightly open, and painful gasps escaped his chest.

"I'll never use my powers again," he said shakily.

"Is that so?" Perturabo said sternly, "The Emperor also uses psionics, and Morse is accustomed to mixing psionics and curses. Psionics are not an excuse for your mistakes, my brother."

"Anyway, I don't want to use psychic powers anymore. That rune...is called a curse, right? I see that is a better choice." Magnus' voice was dull.

"Morse never taught me the meaning of a single rune, Magnus," Perturabo said, "and I don't think he has a habit of hiding advanced knowledge."

"Are you saying there's something wrong with that kind of power?"

"I don't know." Perturabo gave Magnus a deep look. He wanted to ask the red-skinned brother what he was looking for in his heart, but he also realized that this problem must be that Magnus could not truly Answered.

Suddenly, Magnus looked forward with grayish light brown eyes. The giant stood up from the low wall and waved vigorously towards the city.

After receiving the response, he fell back to the ground as if his whole body had lost all strength. He was exhausted and fell into a coma.

Perturabo began preparing his lines to communicate with the guards.

——

Magnus slowly opened his eyes, waking up from the comforting scent and softness of his bed, and looked at the familiar ceiling of his residence.

and a slow-burning psychic light in the center of the ceiling.

And the automatically operating psychic astrology, the screaming psychic mechanical bird, the constantly spinning psychic gyroscope, the stacked psychic scrolls and psychic experiment boxes everywhere...

He closed his eyes and decided to sleep a little longer.

I would like to recommend "40k: Star of Colchis", which is on the shelves today, clone Fulgrim + Granny Oil + Bat Cub Raising Lorgar, the author is the very cute Dark Lady Hehe