Chapter 76 Dive
Morse grabbed a handful of sand and watched the moment it slipped from his hands.
Without the need for light, each grain of sand radiated a faint golden light from itself, and the smallest runes were engraved deep into the gravel. He stood up and looked around. The golden engravings, about one finger long on average, flowed out from the corners of his black robe embroidered with gold edges, clinging to the abandoned empty buildings, entwining with each other to form a huge nested array.
He pulled down the black cloth covering his face to block the wind and sand, and lifted his hood. The spell that isolated the outside world had already supported an absolutely stable and stable realm in the ruins that had been abandoned for countless years.
Under this arrangement, he could even take an ordinary mortal to enjoy a short day trip in the subspace. Whether the mortal was crazy after returning was another matter, but to borrow Magnus's common words, "let his light body be safely integrated into the physical shell of the mortal world", it could be easily done.
In short, I tried it before, when I wanted to find a navigator to help locate Terra.
Morse clapped his hands, brushed off the sand, released his psychic energy, and let a beacon projection pass through the vast ocean quickly and silently like a swimming fish.
He captured two clear and blazing light sources: one looked like a Titan giant composed of yellow, black and iron, but the light source here was relatively transparent and light, blurring the thickness and toughness of the steel itself; the other was a ball of copper-colored burning flames, young and full of vitality, radiant.
The two light sources were closely connected, each exuding a very active temperament, and their life and power aroused layers of echoes in the subspace.
Soon, the copper fire flashed, and two figures flashed outside the ruins. Because the caster did not control the precise speed of following the beacon, they unfortunately hit the runes he laid like a derailed train, and bounced out together, falling into the yellow sand and broken walls.
"It looks like you guys are having a great time." Morse dragged the two guys, one big and one small, into the room. "I'm ready here. How about you, Magnus?"
Magnus stood up from the ground, resisted the urge to use his psychic power, and instead patted off the gravel on his body with his hands, and shook his cloak. As for the sand mixed into his lush red hair, the giant decided to go back and take a good bath today.
"Are we going to go deep into the vast ocean here? Does Perturabo need to go with us?" Magnus asked.
"What's in front of you is only a tiny part of Perturabo's consciousness. I think he has introduced it to you. He is commanding a great war across the star sea, and you and I both know that diving into the waves of the warp requires full concentration. So we won't bother him." Morse waved his hand.
"We are not fighting," Perturabo emphasized rigorously, "We are building planets. At least we must ensure that every two nodes in the entire connected star map have an interstellar port for landing."
"Well, Perturabo mentioned in his words just now that the Iron Warriors will pre-build an empty memorial hall with specifications inferior to the Olympia Memorial Hall..." Magnus added.
"You really had a good chat." Morse looked at the arm where Magnus took off the bracelet. Even he had not guessed the purpose of this disappearing bracelet for the time being.
He looked at the shortest person present. "Perturabo, you can wait here for a while and take care of the body we left behind. Apart from that, you don't need to do much. We will dive deep into the ocean, and you are not good at this."
"Goodbye." Perturabo leaned against a complete wall and closed his eyes to rest, focusing more on his main body.
He was discussing the issue of a new round of Terran conscription with Nador in his spare time.
The Terran veteran would occasionally mention that he would never forget the kindness of being carved in the front row by the Father of Genes in the shooting group statue. He also proudly mentioned the stability of the Iron Warriors' gene seeds many times in his speech, which made Perturabo begin to consider the demand for equipment for the continuous and stable expansion of the army.
Morse stretched out his hand, and Magnus tried to stretch out a finger for Morse to grab.
The next moment, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground shocked Perturabo to open his eyes.
After a moment of thinking, Perturabo went over, dragged Magnus's limbs, and put the unconscious red giant more peacefully. He ignored Morse because the latter's empty shell deflated again.
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There is no up or down, no left or right, no inside or outside, no first or last. The great sea floats above the bedrock of reality and sinks under the sky of the material universe. Each deep dive freed Magnus from the constraints of the physical rules of the real universe. When he first experienced how the virtual world erased the finite boundaries and let the infinite light envelope him, he could never forget the moment of freedom without restraint.
Before removing the chains of reality on matter, Magnus never thought that he could be so light and his inner world could be so vast.
Magnus stretched out his palm and touched the deep ocean he was familiar with. A ball of friendly light blue energy immediately swirled into his palm with bits of starlight, intimately close to his skin, making his heart warm and soft. He flattened his red palm, letting the reluctant blue light ball leave and return to the colorful depths of the void.
A few hostile small creatures came towards the light, their bodies filled with ever-changing light blue light, approaching him. He recognized that it was the concrete projection of the weak and hostile species in this deep ocean, and it was a weak ripple formed by the gathering of sentient spirits.
Magnus threw out a rope of light, dispersing most of them, while he easily and skillfully caught one of them in his hand and handed it to the person next to him.
"I caught one." Magnus said, "You see, its appearance is similar to the whitebait in the shallow waters off the shore of Tizca. Its shape and the characteristics I have studied have been recorded in my atlas. , I’m not sure yet what systematic rules to name them, so it’s unnamed for the time being, it’s not a threat.”
In fact, compared to these things that he had been familiar with for a long time, it was Morse who surprised him.
A transparent human figure holding up a torn pure black linen cloth, the cold and sharp golden runes flowing all over its body, and the light-colored colorful ether light spots that are almost escaping around him, all clearly indicate the danger of Morse.
Magnus has no doubt that Morse only needs to release a very small amount of his highly destructive power, without deliberately attacking, and the smooth and docile Vast Ocean will take the initiative to retreat.
At this time, a pitch-black cooling scorched earth stretched out from under the feet of the nihilistic man, as if he himself was repelling the gentle and mysterious ether.
No one could see the blank expression, but Magnus knew instinctively that he was staring intently at the little creature in his red palm.
Ether will respond to emotions, symbols, rituals and other things beyond formal logic, and from the flowing ether around Morse, he learned that the other party's attitude towards this place was not only completely unkind, but even slightly disgusting.
Are father's friends actually hostile to the power here? But Morse is obviously also a master...
Magnus couldn't help but wince. Before he could ask any questions, Morse's flat tone erased his worries.
"Very interesting, Magnus." Morse said, his transparent body stepping forward, and the black linen covering his body outlined the shape of the missing right arm in the waves. "Take me around here and tell me what you see and hear."
"After that, I also want to take you to visit some of my well-meaning friends. They seemed a little angry after the last time I came here to visit."