Chapter 97 Teaching
"Inside the human empire, I believe that the records of the spell are destined to be extremely rare."
Morse's fingers penetrated into the violent energy of the pyramid core and the psychic storm below. The nine-color light shone on his face, creating a bright spot that was constantly broken, reinforcing his unique cold expression.
Magnus couldn't take his eyes off his unharmed fingers. The subtle golden light seeped out from under the false skin, forming a string of ancient and sharp runes.
Compared to the psychic runes, these spells were neither difficult to recognize nor difficult to remember. Just by observing Morse's fingers, the Primarch easily remembered more than a dozen letters of unknown meaning.
Compared to the magical power that Magnus had seen, the oversimplification of the spell almost frightened the Primarch.
He was no longer the naive person who blindly hoped that all mortals could look at the light of revelation. Power without true wisdom is directly equivalent to a curse - the scholars of Prospero have proved it with their own deaths.
"This power can be used by any mortal, and the relevant syllables can be uttered from any mouth with normal vocal organs. The shortest spell is only one word long, enough for a five-year-old child who does not stutter to shout it quickly before the demon pounces on him. I want you to use it with caution."
Morse gave Magnus a basic introduction, calmly observing the uneasiness rising in the red face of the Primarch, and his heart was more of a sigh than satisfaction with the Primarch's mental growth.
He held a strand of energy, and in an instant, golden light followed the spider-web-like energy strands to permeate an entire area, and the uncertain energy turbulence was solidified into a complex fabric like golden threads, and then began to break from the smallest atomic structure.
Morse grabbed a handful of residue and pulled out his left hand, and the originally surging psychic energy turned into burnt paper ash, which turned into dust with a light rub.
He brushed off the floating ash and met Magnus's eyes. A series of strange and jerky sounds came out of Mors' mouth, and reality was instantly distorted in an indescribable way, as if the material universe could not understand this unnatural order. This caused blood to flow from the mouth of Mors' body.
"Try it, Primarch." Mors spat out the blood, "This sentence is just a meaningless test combination. For you, it consumes flesh and blood to dedicate power, but using the spell will not cause your throat to suffer too much."
Magnus was nervous for a moment, and he felt guilty for pursuing such terrible power, but the Primarch quickly overcame it. As Perturabo said, don't think too much.
He repeated the language Mors said, and the distortion of reality flashed again. The Primarch coughed and felt a little uncomfortable in the depths of his throat.
Morse showed a short ritual smile, his lips raised and quickly fell: "You are suitable for this power, Red Son."
He pulled Magnus's hand and attached a layer of protection to it, and then quite aggressively pushed the giant's palm directly into the remaining energy turbulence.
Magnus' muscles were tense, but he said nothing. He looked at his palm immersed in the violent energy vortex, slowly clenched his fist, and his chest rose and fell more with his breathing.
"Repeat after me." Morse said coldly, more syllables tore his lips, and a little blood slid down his skin into the black cloth and disappeared. In order to use the spell like a mortal, his temporary body that imitated mortals would naturally be damaged.
Magnus concentrated, and the syllables were repeated one by one from his mouth without any error. The more powerful runes made his mouth ooze a faint taste of rust, but the damage stopped there.
Compared with the insignificant price, the excessive power was released from his fist placed in the energy furnace. Reality changed under the command of the spell, and the psychic energy condensed into solid ice, which could be broken on a large scale with just one strike.
This is exactly what Magnus did immediately after asking Morse for permission with his eyes. He placed all the pain of his mental shock that day in his clenched fists, and only used his untrained physical strength to swing his fists heavily, causing the ice to break on a large scale, and the sound of breaking beads and breaking jade on the ground was heard.
The effect was immediate, and the colorful shadows in the sky faded visibly, and the vast ocean lost some of its traction hooks before pouring into the planet.
The red giant felt the retreat of the warp, and thousands of thoughts condensed in his heart. He deduced from his open mouth that he had just burst out with a roar of all his strength, and from his knees on the ground, he knew that he fell forward after punching.
At the moment when he was sure that Prospero would be rescued, extreme fatigue took away his strength to support his body. But Magnus knew that this was not over yet.
He let Morse reach out and pull him up, and read the implicit comfort from the other party's ungentle actions. A shy smile crossed Magnus's face, chasing after the shadow of his past image.
"Second string of spells," Morse's tone was as calm as before, except that his voice was hoarse as if his throat had been torn, "protect your body from the psychic turbulence - the kind of protection that does not isolate your own psychic power."
Magnus calmed down and chanted the spell to his palm. Perhaps it was the characteristics of personal power, the spell condensed into a light water red luster on the surface of his skin. He took a breath, connected with the next spell, and punched the altar for the second time.
More psychic vortices shattered into crystalline powder after solidification. The rare violent actions in Magnus' life soothed his anxiety, and the shadow of the vast ocean became farther away.
For Hastal. He thought. For Perturabo. And Tizca, my home.
Mors nodded slightly, his unchanging dark eyes seemed to see through Magnus' heart.
He reached out and pinched his throat, repairing the broken vocal cords: "You have learned to end this ceremony, Magnus. Do not leave any remnants of the power of the Lord of Change. After today, I will teach you more."
"Thank you, Mors." Magnus looked at Mors and said solemnly. He then focused on his work. The Red Giant applied the spell with proficiency, as if he had studied it for a long time.
This is the Primarch. Mors thought.
"While you are busy, I will talk to you about simple word formation. I believe you have the ability to listen while you are disassembling." He said softly, "Writing a dictionary for you is too much, not to mention that machines and paper often collapse on their own because they cannot bear the power of the spell. This is temporarily your only ability. I don't want you to teach others easily after learning it."
Magnus nodded without hesitation, accompanied by the sound of more energy crystals breaking.
Morse found a pillar to lean on, raised his head, and started talking to Magnus from the basic letters, and always dealt with the throat of the body that was bleeding.
There is no need to ask whether Magnus has learned it. If he still can't remember it after talking once, the Emperor's creation level is too poor.
His sight passed through the wall of the pyramid that gradually returned to transparent glass, and passed over the bloody remains of the soul-eating bees that smashed on the glass. The gray clouds enlarged in his eyes, followed by the atmosphere and the dark universe outside, and some colder, harder and tougher dots in the universe that were different from starlight.
Those iron-grey ships will fall on Prospero.
Morse smiled. Now is the time to consider what kind of new body to make for Perturabo.
Perhaps this time it should be made stronger, lest his apprentice be forced to die somewhere again.
Beside him, with the last sound of shattering that resounded through the golden tower, the entire energy furnace was completely destroyed, and the azure light beams transmitted to the top of the pyramid were also broken, leading to the collapse of the entire outer structure of the top of the tower, exposing the two under the starry sky.
The gorgeous and evil colors melted into the quiet night sky until they could no longer be melted, and the clear starlight fell into Magnus's sad eyes looking down at the suffering earth. The memory of this disaster will stay with the stagnant time until the end of the Primarch's life.