Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"ah--"

Magnus screamed and rolled up from the ground. The psychic storm that automatically burst out from his body followed the retracement of the body of light and intervened in the real universe. The virtual fire and surging vortex set off violent winds within the scope of the spell. The unprepared Perturabo next to him was suddenly slapped onto the wall engraved with golden runes, and Morse's light body fell after hitting the ceiling.

The boy who returned to Prospero's consciousness urgently grabbed the gap between the wall bricks with his hands in annoyance. He endured the red giant's long and piercing scream that was more piercing than the shrillest Olympian actor. He withstood the psychic shock and squinted his eyes. He yelled at Morse who was falling: "What are you doing!"

Morse's body refilled and recovered before he landed. He stood in the center of the storm, and after giving Perturabo a mysterious smile, he reminded Magnus unhurriedly: "Contain your psychic powers." , Magnus.”

As soon as he heard the word "psionic power", the wave caused by Magnus in the etheric projection suddenly disappeared after a peak explosion. Perturabo was finally able to open his eyes and see clearly the face of the red giant twisted into a ball of pain. .

After glaring at Morse, he also secretly wondered what Magnus had gone through.

Magnus sneezed continuously as if he was suffering from an acute illness, and then moved his hands and feet randomly, struggling to turn over from the ground like a man about to drown in the ocean. His trembling elbows supported his numb body, teetering, and then He kept coughing.

His red facial skin was as pale as if he had just been dug out of the soil, and his colorful eyes faded into pitch black. Tears flowed from his confused eyes in large numbers, blurring his extremely collapsed face.

The young red giant looked numbly through his tears at his fist where the Nurgling had crawled over him. Even though he resisted extremely, the superior brain function of the original body immediately helped him recall the soft and rotten touch of the Nurgling and the mouthful of pus and blood. Big mouth.

He only felt that his stomach was churning violently, his esophagus was blocked and twitching, and he felt extremely desperate.

He stepped directly into the rotten black mud with yellow and white bubbles, thinking it was like walking barefoot in the small garden in the backyard. There, his neat robes were covered with indescribable disgusting grease and waste fluids. Mud mixed with stinking plasma and unknown thick phlegm surged up from the edges of his feet, covering his insteps with a gurgling sound, and then continued again. Something covered in mucus crawled along his feet, clinging to the skin and crawling up his calves...

At some point, Morse put on an extra pair of disposable gloves on his hands wrapped in black cloth. He poked the giant's shaking shoulder and asked in a normal manner: "Is this the result of your research on subspace?"

Before he finished speaking, Magnus opened his mouth uncontrollably and vomited towards the ground.

He had been obsessed with studying for the past two days and hadn't eaten much. His physical vomiting quickly developed into a painful retching that made him want to double his body from the inside out. The retching was mixed with sobs and violent coughing from time to time, making the whole person miserable.

Before Magnus could start vomiting, Morse teleported away far away, folding his hands in front of his chest, his fingers tapping his arms lightly like playing arpeggios.

After being mentally prepared, Perturabo decided to approach Magnus, ignoring the vomit, to comfort the first brother he would bring back to Terra.

He had just taken two steps when Magnus crawled back in horror, his eyes wide open, and he screamed in grief: "Don't come here!"

He raised his heavy head and looked at Morse, as if he saw something very terrifying: "You don't want either..."

These two people must also exist here relying on the power of ether! That insane, indescribably disgusting, extremely dirty power!

Before he finished speaking, Magnus's possible neural conflicts between the gastrointestinal tract and other internal organs transported chemical stimuli directly to the original body's wonderful nerve center through the blood circulation. The reflex signals were then transmitted to various corresponding organs through the nerves, triggering a new situation. Chakra can only spit out a small amount of saliva and other liquids, a miserable retching.

With a turn of the golden rune, the vomit on the ground was cleared away. Morse's fingertips glowed with golden light, and he stepped closer: "I'll disinfect you, don't move."

"No!" Magnus shouted. Just as he wanted to get up, he lay on the ground with unbearable pain all over his body. Every muscle was so numb and weak that he could not move. Several diseases that the original body should not be infected gradually showed their early stages. sign.

Ignoring his vision blurred by the taking effect of the disease and the runny nose, he coughed every word: "You...don't, don't..."

"Don't be afraid." Morse persuaded gently, bending down next to the lying Magnus, "This energy is cleaner than Kia space psychic energy. You can feel it calmly."

"Liar-" Magnus sobbed and couldn't breathe. He had never wanted to take a bath so much. He wanted to jump into the lake and wash himself until the day the world was destroyed. But he knew that the water in the real universe could not wash away the smell of subspace. "You are the same...it must be..."

Thinking of how many times he had immersed himself unpreparedly in the vast ocean, happily absorbed the wind of ether into his body, combined it with his own flesh and blood, and conducted various miscellaneous experiments, Magnus felt bursts of excitement before his eyes. Hei, he wished he could forget his existence on the spot.

He couldn't help crying: "I thought... I thought... it was very clean and useful... I didn't see it..."

Morse snorted, his expression unchanged, but Perturabo, who had been with him for many years, knew very well that this low-moral guy was quite happy now.

"Honestly, you can feel these spells," Morse stretched out his palm to Magnus, "They belong to a different system from psychic energy, I think they are clean. Lie down, Magnus, I have to give you a fever-reducing injection. It won't hurt at all, I promise."

"You also use... cough cough cough... psychic energy! No, don't..." Magnus resisted with all his might, trying to move his weak hands and feet, trying to escape from the psychic light ball in his eyes.

In his perception, the power Morse took out was indeed different from the etheric psychic energy, but he had been deceived by the warp once, and now he still had a strong feeling of nausea in his throat when he screamed in that rotten land and was attacked by dense flying insects and foul-smelling miasma.

He would never believe in any unpredictable power again. After all, the last thing that Morse evaluated as clean was that garden!

Magnus could not bear the stimulation a second time.

Morse shrugged his shoulders, estimated the remaining strength of the weak Magnus, and waved to Perturabo: "Come and help press your restless brother."

Perturabo found that a layer of rotating runes appeared on his hand, which not only isolated the infectious subspace breath, but also amplified the power in his young body.

He approached Magnus from the other side, who wanted to shrink his four-meter-tall body into a baby-like ball, and traces of thinking and judgment flashed in his icy blue eyes.

Then, he chose to believe Morse, ignored Magnus's screams, and pressed his back hard.

The golden ball of light in Morse's hand immediately changed its form and turned into a particularly large giant-specific syringe. The golden spell filled in the empty barrel condensed into liquid, and a drop of terrible water slowly dripped from the tip of the needle and dissipated in the air.

Seeing this, Magnus struggled even harder: "Don't - what are you going to do -"

"Perturabo, you saw it." Morse said with a smile, "Your brother is really not calm, he is so scared that his whole body is red."

"Obviously, his face turned pale with fear." Perturabo sighed.

Morse laughed, picked up the syringe, aimed it at Magnus's lower back, and injected all the illusory liquid into Magnus' body, who looked as pale as death.

Magnus' spirit, which had long been on the edge of fatigue, could not support it, and finally fell into a coma. All the diseases on his body were also swept away by the spell, and all disappeared before the outbreak.

The runes swept across his soul and flesh, and after several rounds of careful inspection, the golden light stopped flowing.

Magnus' rapid breathing gradually eased, and the light of his soul slowly stabilized, withering into a small group of listless copper-colored fireballs.

If you ignore the tears on the face of the red giant and the messy clothes, he slept very peacefully.

"He'll be fine." Morse burned his disposable gloves, sat down, and patted the ground beside him.

"I know." The boy let go of Magnus and walked over. "I know you. Is the problem psionic?"

The two sat on the ground together, waiting for the poor red giant to wake up.

"Now we can talk about Magnus." Morse said.