Chapter 79 Sterilization and Disinfection

"Ah——"

Magnus screamed and rolled to his feet. The psychic storm that erupted from his body followed the light body's retrospection and entered the real universe. The virtual fire and surging vortex set off a strong wind within the range of the spell, knocking Perturabo, who was unprepared, against the wall engraved with golden runes. Morse's light body fell after hitting the ceiling.

The boy, whose consciousness returned to Prospero urgently, angrily grasped the gap between the bricks with his hands, and endured the long and shrill scream of the Red Giant, which was even more piercing than the most shrill actor in Olympia. He withstood the psychic impact, squinted his eyes and yelled at Morse who was falling: "What are you doing!"

Morse's body was refilled and restored before he landed. He stood in the center of the storm, and after a mysterious smile to Perturabo, he reminded Magnus slowly: "Constrain your psychic power, Magnus."

When he heard the word "psychic power", the wave caused by Magnus in the ether projection suddenly disappeared after a peak explosion. Perturabo was finally able to open his eyes and see the Red Giant's face twisted into a ball in pain.

After glaring at Morse, he was also secretly curious about what Magnus had experienced.

Magnus sneezed continuously as if he had contracted an acute disease, and then his hands and feet moved randomly, struggling to turn over from the ground as if he was about to drown in the ocean, supporting his numb body with trembling elbows, swaying and coughing continuously.

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

The young red giant looked numbly at his fist crawled by the Nurgling through his tears. Although he resisted extremely, the superior brain function of the Primarch immediately helped him recall the soft and rotten touch of the Nurgling and the big mouth with pus and blood.

He only felt his stomach 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 with his bare feet, thinking that it was just like his usual barefoot walk in the small garden in the backyard. There, his neat robe was covered with indescribable disgusting grease and waste liquid, and the mud mixed with smelly blood plasma and unknown sticky phlegm surged from the edge of his feet, gurgling to cover his instep, and then something covered with mucus crawled along his feet, close to the skin and crawled up his calves...

Morse's hands wrapped in black cloth had put on a pair of disposable gloves at some point. He poked the giant's trembling shoulders and asked casually: "Is this the result of your research on the subspace?"

Before he finished speaking, Magnus opened his mouth uncontrollably and vomited non-stop on the ground.

He was obsessed with research and didn't eat much in the past two days. The vomiting of real food quickly developed into painful dry retching that wanted to turn his body inside out, and the dry retching was mixed with sobs and violent coughs from time to time. The whole person was horrible.

Before Magnus started to vomit, Morse teleported far away, holding his hands in front of his chest, tapping his arms briskly like playing an arpeggio.

After Perturabo made enough psychological preparations, he decided to approach Magnus, ignoring the vomit, and comfort the first brother he would bring back to Terra.

He had just taken two steps when Magnus crawled back in fear, his eyes wide open, screaming in grief: "Don't come over here!"

He raised his heavy head and looked at Morse, as if he had seen something very scary: "You don't..."

These two people must also exist here with the power of ether! That kind of crazy, indescribable, disgusting and dirty power!

Before he finished speaking, the possible gastrointestinal and other internal organs of Magnus had a nerve conflict that was transported through the blood circulation to the wonderful nerve center of the original body, and the reflex signal was transmitted to each corresponding organ through the nerves, triggering a new round of miserable retching that could only spit out a small amount of saliva and other liquids.

The golden rune turned, and the vomit on the ground was cleared. Morse's fingertips emitted golden light, and he stepped closer: "I'll disinfect you, don't move."

"No!" Magnus shouted, and just as he wanted to get up, he lay on the ground with unbearable pain all over his body. Every muscle was numb and weak and unable to move. Several diseases that the Primarch should not have been infected with gradually showed early signs.

He didn't care about the blurred vision and runny nose caused by the disease that was taking effect, and coughed word by word: "You... don't, don't..."

"Don't be afraid." Morse persuaded gently, bending down beside the prone Magnus, "This energy is still cleaner than the subspace psychic energy. You can feel it calmly."

"Liar--" Magnus sobbed and couldn't breathe. He had never wanted to take a bath so much at any time. He wanted to jump into the lake and wash until the day the world was destroyed. But he knew that the water in the real universe could not wash away the breath of the subspace. "Your is also... definitely..."

When he thought of how many times he had been defenselessly immersed in the vast ocean, happily absorbing the ether wind into his body, combining it with his own flesh and blood, and doing all kinds of miscellaneous experiments, Magnus's eyes went dark and he wanted to forget his existence on the spot.

He couldn't help crying: "I thought... I thought... it was very clean and easy to use... 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 quite 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 strength, 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 ether 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.