Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 113 Devouring Souls...

Morse lit the psychic desk lamp to dispel the deep night of Terra outside the window, let the Journal of the Sun of Thousand Dusts float in front of him and flipped through it automatically, while holding 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 warfare and psychic abilities, have a serious discussion on some basic issues, or put forward some theories that are between refreshing and deeply frowning, it really adjusts people. It is quite valuable in terms of psychological state.

For example, a serious talk about the psychic phenomenon hidden in ancient Terran witchcraft - it is normal to just look at the title, but as long as the historical materials collected in the content can have even one tenth of the historical facts, this article can be so Little value.

For example, an article asked whether there was a crack connecting time and space, a device or engine that could help people make subspace jumps efficiently and safely, which made Morse think about it.

His experience so far told him that this kind of engine is almost impossible to exist. The excessive complexity and stability are incompatible. The huge energy required poses a huge challenge to the safe supply of psychic energy. Combined with other factors such as chaos, Obstructed by obstacles, the possibility of such an item being produced is indeed too low.

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

Morse tapped the knuckle of his middle finger on the draft paper, swept away the discarded patterns, and started to conceive again.

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

He still didn't understand why Perturabo felt that after he was dismissed, he had no time to pay attention to the condition of his apprentice - did Perturabo never listen to some musical ditties or other audios while working to weaken his internal Distracting and unwanted noise in the space?

Morse shook his head and continued drawing circles while letting the Sun of Dust newspaper turn to the next page.

Ever since Magnus published his little problem in the newspapers, his descendants have been extremely active in proposing various conjectures and extended discussions. Some have explored the origin of species from biology, and some have explored psionics. Angle attempts to analyze how the anti-psionic rune Magnus accidentally concocted can be used on the battlefield.

By the way, what Magnusden wrote in the newspaper was "Recently, during the research process of inorganic fusion research, psychic micro-active species were accidentally spawned. Please discuss this topic."

The newspapers continued to be rustled, creating an ancient atmosphere together with the light incense in the corner of the room and some hanging metal gadgets. The rising heat makes the paper crafts Morse makes in his spare time swirl quietly. After the candle is lit, the impeller above and horizontally with the tabletop begins to rotate, driving the images drawn on the thin paper on the wheel axis, showing the various scenery of Olympia one by one.

He hid a miniature portrait of Perturabo in the shadow of each landscape. Some were from his childhood with an unhappy look on his face, and some were from his youth with a serious look on his face. In short, he drew them wherever he pleased. Put together a series.

Soon after, another article piqued Morse's interest. This article combines various public sources that the Legion could find on Terra, as well as Prospero's partially approved safe collection later recovered by Magnus, and ultimately concluded that a set of unrestricted psychic uses could lead to consequences of physical variation. The first person signed by the article is Amon.

The article focuses on something that Morse knew but did not name.

When offering the body of an obedient slave to the dark gods, the pursuit of power through chaos and demons often leads to a large accumulation of mutations, which may eventually cause the slave of darkness to be reduced to a mass of chaos with atrophied humanity and collapse of reason and thought. thing.

They lost their original form and transformed from humans into indescribable beasts. After dissection, the insides were turbid and filthy, completely turning into horrific flesh masses composed of a large number of tangled tentacles and eyes, with only a few original parts preserved. The pain of transformation is enough to crush the mind, leaving behind an irrational body that lumbers along with the armies of the Dark Gods.

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After at least some quantitative testing, Morse confirmed that for this thing, just like the bad thing that degenerated into an egg or something, they didn't even realize that death would be a relief.

Amon named this monster. He mentioned in the notes at the end of the article that his naming was inspired by the "psionic active species" that Magnus accidentally spawned recently, and Morse thought he was just using Named to commemorate Prospero's past crisis: Amon named it "The Soul-Eating Maggot".

All in all, in Morse's opinion, this article could be developed in depth on each point and eventually compiled into a supplementary book for psychic teaching.

He put down the charcoal and the design draft on the white paper was initially completed. It was the prototype of a long-handled war hammer. When designing, Morse chose to streamline the overall shape and only add runes to strengthen the ability. He thought about the multi-page hammer for a few seconds, but later felt that the multi-page hammer would not be painted in carambola color. It was a waste of style, and having a legion lord carry a giant star fruit onto the battlefield was too much.

What made Morse think about it for a while was the design of the coat of arms 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.

Morse 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 quiet 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 (