Morse put down his left hand and retreated helplessly from a place - the reason why he described it this way was because Magnus could not see any special characteristics of that place that could be used as a descriptive label.
Apart from the faint smell of blood, and the dry wind and sand that hit Magnus when he walked out of Tizca to explore the wilderness many years ago, even if he secretly pried a trace of ether wind behind Morse's back, he had the intention to Even if you search, you won't be able to detect anything unusual.
"It doesn't welcome you," Morse said. "It probably doesn't welcome me either."
"But I haven't seen it. I don't even have any observations or knowledge about it." Magnus said.
"Oh, that's an eternal battlefield." Morse replied regretfully. From the direction in which the curse runes turned, it can be inferred that the transparent man turned around and faced the red young giant. "Even if your skin color suits its preference, you are obviously not a brave warrior."
The Transparent Man's shoulders may have shrugged. "Besides, you are still addicted to using psychic powers, right?"
"Does anyone still discriminate against wizards now?" Magnus asked in surprise. "This goes against the laws of human intellectual development. Abandoning reasonably obtainable knowledge out of superstition and dogma is an obstructive inertial thinking that is not conducive to the all-round development of society."
Morse snorted, "Considering you grew up on a planet full of psykers, I'm not curious how you could be so ignorant in this area."
He paused and simply finished the sentence at once: "As for me, last time it tried to snatch your brother away, the Emperor and I stopped it. You can ask Perturabo later. What do you think about the subspace? We already know enough, and it’s time to completely replenish our knowledge.”
"Take my brother?" Magnus repeated. "What's the point?"
"On the eternal chessboard, everything has meaning." After thinking about the intimate play between Magnus and the servants of the Lord of Change, Morse quickly gave up the idea of patting the big man.
Thinking of the last place, a smile appeared on his non-existent face.
"Do you like to be clean, Magnus?" Morse detected the flow direction of the subspace wave and identified the correct direction.
A snake-like eagle-like thing with brilliant blue-purple wings jumped out from the waves, its sharp claws stabbed straight at him, and then hid unwillingly when Magnus noticed something strange here, the tips of its claws hooked Passed through nothingness, causing no harm.
Magnus looked at the strange blue light that just flashed in confusion, and answered Morse's question: "Well, I don't regard things within the scope of normal hygiene as dirty, so I feel anxious and compulsively clean and check. and the habit of rejecting unclean objects, but I need to maintain a certain standard of cleanliness to avoid contaminating my experimental environment and damaging the books and treasures I collect. At the same time, I think human evolution is reflected in a certain degree of resistance and resistance to native natural forms. Off the top…so yeah.”
Admitting to being clean like a child seemed to deflate Magnus a little. The hem of his robe floating behind his subspace projection also hung softly on the instep of his shoeless feet.
"That's good," said Morse briskly. "I think I've found a way, a way to a nice, neat little garden."
At some point, a wooden door wrapped with vines appeared in front of the two of them. In Magnus's eyes, the door panel here was painted with clean white paint, and the fences next to it were all lined up neatly. He couldn't help but look forward to another friend Morse was about to visit.
"We will see a vibrant and beautiful garden that is completely different from the exquisite beauty deliberately created in the previous paradise... and I think the owner here should not know who disturbed its garden last time."
"Be careful not to harm the flowers and plants here, Magnus." Morse smiled leisurely, snapped his fingers, and the wooden door opened automatically.
Magnus couldn't wait to get in first, stepping into the dark brown garden soil that exuded the fresh fragrance of grass in his eyes.
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A Nurgling held its newly planted abscess, happily took care of its cute head with yellow and white juice leaking out with small steps, and went to find the green herpes messenger it had just met a little while ago. , its simple thinking only wants to show the good things to the herpes messenger, so that the pink throat spit out from its mouth may become a little redder because of happiness.
On the road, the Nurgling met another Nurgling. Together they patted the fat white insect crawling out from under the rotten leaves next to it. The insect rolled around and spit out some brown mucus happily from its mouthparts. The dirt spirits hugged each other with slime, patted each other's big-mouthed faces with their short hands, and covered each other's necks with slime to express their friendship.
Unknowingly, there were already seven Nurglings playing together in the soft soil with yellow-green bubbles.
After the last time we encountered a strange purple arrow piercing the ground here, everyone hasn't run to this corner to play for a while.
Later everyone said it must have been caused by the annoying blue squishy monster again, it was so annoying!
Raindrops fell from the dense yellow clouds in the sky, passing through the gaps in the half-dead dark brown leaves. The heavy rain added new toys to the creatures in the garden.
A small group of capers infected with laughing hysteria wore little red hats made of turned-over fat skin and carried rotten bagpipes to accompany their companions happily, and then were driven away by the bad clerk who was always spoiling the fun. .
However, the Nurglings will not blame the dear scribe. They want to record the endless number of plagues for their loving father, so even if they are not so friendly to other partners, their long green circle noses full of holes and The big pink swollen mouth with yellow and black rotten teeth separated from the head is also very cute. Even the disgusting mucus flowing out of the fat tongue is full of friendly taste.
In the harmonious and friendly play, a strange red-skinned guy suddenly appeared.
Nurgling's simple mind could not understand that this very tall friend was a new companion created by his loving father, nor could he understand why it was clean and all its organs were inside its body.
It was so pitiful that the Nurgling jumped sadly towards the big red friend, wanting to help it. It must be that the loving father wanted everyone to love it together, so he didn't coat it with dirty juices and soft proliferative tissue.
But why is the big red friend standing there but not coming over?
The expression on its face was also strange. It looked to the left and to the right, as if it couldn't see everyone clearly.
The Nurgling suddenly understood! It must be a pair of cloudy eyes given to it by its loving father, so that everyone has different diseases. The loving father really likes the big red friend. Everyone also wants to play with their new friends.
A large group of little creatures in the garden ran towards the big red friend, huffing and puffing together. Their new friends also squatted down in a friendly manner, and their annoying clean white robes were finally stained with the loving Gurulu pus.
Thinking that they had helped their new friends, everyone felt that the rotten smell in the thick miasma was getting stronger, and they became sincerely happy.
I just don’t know why, but Hong Hong’s new friend didn’t join the game even after everyone played with it in a friendly manner. He neither picked up a bunch of Nurgling babies and put them on his red arms to accompany everyone on the swing, nor did he They are willing to lick the tender yellow worm friends crawling around on the ground, and even the little flies with half of their bodies rotten are willing to fly up from the black sewage where they live to play with their big friends, not even the big red ones. smile.
The Nurgling clumsily patted the big man's soles without shoes, and rubbed its round, dirty body on its calf in a friendly manner, smearing all the dirty slime and semi-solids on it until it turned red. On the skin, I want to make it happy.
The big man seemed to finally see what it looked like. It stretched out its broad hands, and Nurgling raised its small hand, trying to climb onto the back of the big man's hand to play.
But at this moment, accompanied by a very strange bird's cry of pain in the sky, and several crystal blue bird feathers that were knocked down by the rarely angry loving father with a conceptual spoon, the big man's His expression suddenly became extremely frightened.
"Ahh——"
A terrifying psychic storm erupted from the body of the red giant, violently rolling through a corner of the lush and decaying garden. In an instant, countless dense insect eggs and wisps of tree vines were swept away. Countless little creatures were committing evil deeds. The cold red giant was shattered into pieces in the shrill scream of collapse and melted back into the moist and fertile soil.
The giant's desperate screams continued, and his red cheeks showed the paleness of extreme shock. After an instant, a golden rune rope pulled away the red giant who came to the garden to cause trouble.
When the new little creatures started to play happily, they would raise their heads from time to time, and felt in confusion that there was a long and miserable roar that lingered high in the sky and did not dissipate for a long time.
(End of chapter)
