Chapter 83 Magnus Hates Psychic Powers

Amon poured Perturabo a cup of scented tea and invited the boy to sit down on the folding chair at the high table.

"They are quarreling." Perturabo said, looking away from Magnus and the many other scholars in the garden, and fell on the face of Magnus's former teacher. The psychic master has gray hair shawl, his skin is as rough and fragile as parchment, and he has a unique calmness like a hermit.

"Magnus wants everyone to give up the Aether," Amon said. "He is committed to emphasizing the dangers of the Aether to the Masters."

Magnus's suddenly raised voice came from the window at the right time.

"...You can't continue your research!" The giant's voice rumbled, wearing a pair of Tizka's rare high-soled shoes. "The void is full of lies and scams. The power you are using comes from evil filth. Birth. I have entered one of the end points of that road. I cannot allow witchcraft to continue to pollute my planet. All exploration of the ether must be canceled immediately!"

"It was you who said you would establish six schools of thought, Magnus! You brought all these mysteries to Tizca, you gave us a dream, and we had just embarked on this glorious road full of light, and you To take back everything you gave us. Why are you so cruel?" said a mortal, his tone changing from excitement to sadness.

"That is Setgar," Amon said, "the master of fire."

Magnus showed no mercy, and his hatred of psychic powers outweighed any tolerance he had for those who once traveled with him.

"I should not have let you know the mysteries of psychic power," said the red Primarch, "I have allowed you to go too far."

"What about you, Magnus? Aren't you at the front?" said another mortal, whose appearance was particularly handsome.

"Hastar." Amon introduced Perturabo. "He can control the appearance of the human body, whether it's his own or others, destroying or healing."

"I will also stop all exploration." Magnus announced, "Psychic power is no longer the knowledge I am pursuing. The formation of the six sects has ended, and my pyramid no longer needs to be repaired. Within nine years, I will May the traces of psionic power disappear from Tizca. The evil of the ether will destroy everything we have, and my future legions will oversee Prospero's psionic ban to prevent destruction and doom."

"Psychic energy is the enemy of all evil, luring everyone into the dark void. Its dangerous charms no one can resist."

Only by hating psionic energy itself could he have an excuse to avoid blaming himself for being addicted to psionic energy.

Perturabo took a sip of the scented tea, and the liquid fell into the void after entering the mouth. The body made by Morse did not provide taste senses and digestive system.

He put down the pottery cup and put his hands on his legs covered with Tizka-style robes. "Magnus will not succeed," said Perturabo. "He cannot persuade someone to give up what they have been doing their whole life with words alone."

"Then how did you persuade Magnus to give up Aether?" Amon asked.

"We didn't talk him out of it," Perturabo said, "we just showed him part of the truth behind psionics.

He continued to look toward the garden behind the house. Almost all of Prospero's top scholars have gathered here, arguing unwillingly around the standing red young giant. Perhaps the only exception is Amon who is talking to him indoors.

"He's afraid of psychic powers," Perturabo said firmly. "The only reason that prompted him to stay in Tizca was probably that he used his last courage to convince you to give up your psychic powers."

"Magnus is a genius. From the day he fell like a meteor in the Marble Square, we knew that he was different from ordinary people." Amon stared at Perturabo, "After giving up his psychic powers, he still has infinite power. The talent and energy to explore other new paths.”

Perturabo did not avoid Amon's gaze, and calmly allowed the sand master to examine his existence: "And mortals no longer have the energy to embark on the second road. He will fill the strange ship to the new ocean. Once it’s in your hands, it can’t be taken away from you.”

He paused, "This is his responsibility."

Amon glanced out the window. "But if Magnus withdraws from our many projects, this is enough to forcibly interrupt most of our research. At least he is the only one among us who can face the changes in the vast ocean. Without him, we would even I can’t see my research object clearly.”

Perturabo sensed that Amon's concern was not about the future of Prospero's psychic development, but about Magnus himself.

"I don't know what some scholars would do for this," Amon said.

Perturabo changed the subject: "What about you, Amon?"

"Among the six sects, the one that Magnus will establish together with me is called the Black Crow." Amon's tone was light and shallow, and after melting into the air, it became closer to a sounding silence.

"My specialty is to detect the future and intercept a few words about the future from the waves of ether. A long time ago, I often saw a picture. I saw my home burning down, everything ending in endless destruction, and the wolf in the moon. Bite down, fire burns on the water.”

"After Magnus came, this omen of disaster disappeared for more than ten years. Until a few days ago, I saw Prospero's fire of punishment again. The difference from the past is that in the fire, I also saw a man in black robes laughing at the burning land."

He spoke of Prospero's destruction softly, but Perturabo could feel a strong sense of solemnity and inquiry.

"The day after I woke up from my dream, you and a black-robed man I had never seen came to Tizca." Amon whispered. "Magnus easily believed you and immediately abandoned the Aether Ocean he loved."

"What are you doubting?" Perturabo's tone suddenly became gloomy.

Amon shook his head. "I know that the picture of the prophecy cannot be interpreted from the appearance. It seems to contain subjective malice, which often leads the prophet to misunderstanding the future."

Perturabo's cold suspicion did not fade from his eyes.

Amon could feel the terrible pressure from the soul trapped in the boy's body, but he had to say the second half of the sentence: "Although I know this law well, others may not know it. And I am not the only one invited to co-found the Black Crow School."

"There are others who predicted the destruction of Tizca..." Perturabo's surging anger was forcibly suppressed by the Primarch with steel will at the moment before it rose to a high point, "... and think that Morse and I burned your homeland?"

"You have the right to know this, Perturabo." Amon nodded.

"Who?" Before Amon could react, Perturabo quickly regained his clear mind, "No, I don't need you to tell me the identity of the prophet. Tell me, how many people know this prophecy?"

Amon did not speak, but looked out the window.

"Every one?" Perturabo asked sarcastically.

"Every scholar gathered here, yes."

Perturabo closed his eyes briefly, and his consciousness communicated with his body in the Legion. Soon, he opened his eyes.

"The last time something strange happened, we killed tens of thousands of people to eradicate heresy," Perturabo said, "on Olympia, my own planet."

"This time, if you prove yourself worthy of death, I will not let any slave of darkness go just because Magnus is my brother."

"That is why I met with you alone, Perturabo," Amon said, "I want my homeland destroyed more than anyone. But I cannot solve the mystery of destruction alone while Magnus has given up his psychic powers and is shut up in his burned-out cabin."

"Wait," Perturabo said. "My army is on its way to Prospero."