Chapter 85 Perturabo Does Not Provide Psychological Counseling (4k)

"How long are you going to stay in this corner, Magnus. Perturabo crossed his arms and folded them across his chest. The sunlight from behind cast a shadow as tall as an adult under the child's feet.

Magnus sat at the table and gently put down the book in his hand. His gentle movements concealed a kind of fading vitality.

Perturabo looked up at his brother.

All the gold and blue ornaments he had worn were gone. His thick red hair was braided into three long braids and then tied up with a brown cloth rope. His usual ruddy face was now only left with hesitation.

"I..." The fifteenth Primarch took a breath, "What else can I do when I go out?"

The tip of his thick finger rubbed the gilded edge of the book in his hand, like stroking a miniature toy: "Whatever I say now, they don't want to listen. I told them many times about the sinister traps hidden in the ether, and they said..."

Magnus' words slipped from his mouth back to the depths of his throat.

"What? "Perturabo asked.

"Say I was deceived by you." Magnus finished these words quickly, as if he was afraid that they would stick to his mouth, "but I know it's not. You are my brother, and I can feel that we can always trust each other."

The red giant's melancholy eyes were covered with a layer of pleading. Perturabo's face did not change at all.

When Morse brought Magnus back from the warp earlier, he admitted that his brother's tears softened his heart and will, but Magnus's decadence in recent days could not help but make Perturabo feel depressed.

"There is no shortage of crimes left by brotherly grudges in the long history, Magnus. Genes and blood are not reasons to trust each other. You choose to believe us, just as you choose to believe in the vast ocean. "Perturabo said sternly in a warning tone.

"But can't you be trusted?" Magnus whispered.

"Prove it." Perturabo said, "Tell me why you believe in us. "

Magnus's huge red body was like a dim fire that was gradually extinguished. He trembled at Perturabo's cold words. He turned his head and no longer looked directly into his brother's eyes.

"No." He said.

"Is this the answer of a wise man?" Perturabo pressed forward step by step. Although Magnus was looking down on him, he felt that he was becoming smaller.

When Perturabo got close enough, the young giant finally recalled a trace of anger to protect his dignity because of the other party's offense. He had already shown his submission in front of Perturabo, so why did Perturabo still threaten him?

"Who can I trust then?" He suddenly turned his head, his eyes like burning deep green ghost fire, which reminded Perturabo of the cold trees deep in the distant mountains of Olympia in winter, "Should I trust other psychic users?"

"Yourself. Perturabo said without hesitation. "Where is your pride, Magnus?"

"I'm not arrogant!"

"Who forced you to believe in psychic powers!" Perturabo questioned. "Who forced you to give up! You made your own choice and ignored the advice of others. Now you tell me you are not arrogant?"

This sentence was like a diamond chisel, easily piercing Magnus's shell. The silent weakness hidden behind his struggle was exposed, and it was manifested by his trembling lips that could not utter a word of rebuttal.

The giant buried his cheek in his broad palms, and the books placed too close to the table were knocked to the ground by his elbows. He simply crossed his forearms on the empty table and half of him lay on the table, using the square frame formed by his arms to cover his tearful face.

Perturabo helped him pick up the fallen book. This was a collection of poems, the one that Morse had taken out in the Great Library of Tizca at that time. He still remembered that Magnus happily took over Morse's sentence, showing off the beauty of the knowledge he mastered with a little joy.

"Think about it / She gave when we were not paying attention / And gave it charmingly / The more she gave, the more people wanted."

His memory helped him easily turn back to the page that the few people took turns to recite at that time, and repeated Magnus's selection. Now he looked back on the situation that day, and suddenly understood the judgment hidden in the sentences that Morse chose for each of them.

Magnus heard Perturabo's recitation, and he turned his head buried in his arms, letting his tied red hair slide from one side of his back to the other.

A muffled voice came from the semi-enclosed space formed by the back of his head and the table: "Morse wanted to refer to the deception of the warp, right?"

"And we didn't hear it." Perturabo continued to focus on the collection of poems, so as not to soften his heart with Magnus's weak nasal words. "But why did you take this book out of the library?"

"I, I went to the Great Library yesterday," Magnus said bitterly, "I wanted to see what items needed to be destroyed."

"You sound much calmer, Magnus," Perturabo said, "at least you didn't want to burn the entire library, just like you burned your last room."

"I... I was..."

"Abandoning your rational thinking, thinking of the Warp, your garden trip was all you could think of, naively trying to persuade others with a few words in exchange for moral support, and to comfort yourself that you have done your best to make up for your mistakes."

Magnus took a breath, "You are a little cruel, Perturabo."

"Otherwise you won't remember anything." Perturabo's tone did not contain any sense of victory after defeating others with words. He stood up on tiptoes and threw the poetry book back on the stage, patting Magnus on the back. Back, in exchange for a pitiful trembling.

Magnus breathed quietly for a while, lifted his tear-stained face from his arms, and wiped his face casually, wiping away the blurry barrier formed by the tears in front of his eyes.

He put the hay cushion on the chair to the ground and moved to the floor to sit and talk to Perturabo.

"They were once my students, and before that, my teachers. I once thought they were willing to follow me and do anything."

"But most scholars ignored my words." Magnus said confusedly, the heavy atmosphere pressed on his slumped shoulders, and the colors swirled in his eyes, revealing the complex changes in his inner emotions. .

"Actually, if Morse hadn't taken me there, I wouldn't have had even the shortest time to consider giving up borrowing the power of the ether wind."

"I cannot enlighten them as Morse showed me the truth. The horror of looking into the void is enough to destroy the mortal mind, and the debate of words is too weak."

"The way you're trying to persuade others is weak enough. It doesn't look like you're arguing with them, but more like you're looking for an opportunity to be noisy and distract yourself from thinking," Perturabo said.

He'd been waiting for Magnus to calm down again these days.

Morse's blow to Magnus and the resistance of the scholars almost formed a cycle of negative effects, trapping Magnus in a terrible cycle, consuming the young Primarch's excessive arrogance and indifference. Strong will.

Perturabo would almost pity Magnus if he had begun to examine himself before he hit rock bottom.

This reminded Perturabo of his upbringing at that time. He couldn't tell whether it was more unfortunate to have his knowledge of everything in the past suddenly broken, or whether it was more unfortunate to be defeated by Morse once a day.

Magnus made no reply to Perturabo's words. His fingers twitched.

"I later thought, I can't convince anyone..." He tried hard to pick up some words that could be connected from the broken logic and thinking, and put them together into sentences.

In recent days, there seemed to be a storm raging in his brain, bringing up countless fragmented memories of things he had done with his psychic powers every moment, causing him great pain.

His concentration and emotional stability dropped again and again, and his intense anxiety and fear made it almost impossible for him to step out of the room and do what he knew he should do. The only emotional gain he could get from any little thing was a series of frustrations.

"Perhaps I can only make some compensation that I can by destroying the psychic works that I brought back to Tizca or created in Tizca."

Magnus glanced at the direction of the table, wanting to use the book of poems he brought back from the Great Library to prove that he was not incompetent.

"But I haven't heard of any recent library or museum fires in Tizca," Perturabo said.

"Psychic protection," Magnus whispered. "In order to protect the crystallization and incarnation of knowledge and wisdom," the corner of his mouth twitched bitterly, "I set up a psychic shield outside all collections and precious books. Only my students and I can unlock it. open."

"Are you still afraid of psychic powers?" Perturabo asked.

"Better." Magnus' voice was laced with trembling melancholy. He thought of the Emperor's glory, and for the past two days he had been forced to choose between believing that his father was also using disgusting energy that was extremely foul in nature, and believing that the warm pure light showed that psychic energy was not all stagnant decay.

In the end, he chose to believe the latter, and with this thought, he climbed three steps up and slid two steps up from the abyss where everything looked like Nurglings.

"I know - I know that what Morse showed me was the worst side of the vast ocean..." His face began to turn pale, and he held his breath to suppress the physiological reaction of retching. Perhaps his heart was beating violently and rapidly. beat.

"Since you have been able to face the traces of psychic energy in the entire city of Tizca, why don't you muster up the courage to use psychic energy to unlock the shield?" Perturabo asked calmly.

His overly calm tone actually gave Magnus a sense of comfort, just like amidst all the earth-shaking changes, there was a steel fortress that was always firmly rooted in the soil, unchanging.

"I can't," Magnus said.

He closed his eyes and slowly found a small piece of peace in his heart, and then the torrent of anxiety dragged him into the uncertain waves again. He sighed.

"To control the power of ether, one needs to rise into a peaceful state of mind, perceive the reverberations and waves of ether, push aside complex obstacles, and obey or force the vast ocean to obey the will of the caster."

What he had to admit next should have been absolutely painful and humiliating for Magnus, but when the words rose to his throat, the only thing he could feel was empty numbness.

"I can no longer use my powers." Magnus said, his voice echoing like the wind in the huge cave.

"You need rest," Perturabo blurted, only to realize that the coolness he maintained was penetrated by his brother's grief. He hoped rather chagrined that Magnus hadn't noticed his wavering.

"You must regain your power, Magnus." Perturabo said forcefully, not like an order, but rather like a confident promise, "Morse is returning to Terra to bring your army to Prospero. If you still resist psychic power, I will have to find a suitable excuse to let Morse and the Emperor know that Prospero does not yet welcome her future warriors."

"My army?"

"Your Fifteenth Legion with unique psychic gifts, Magnus." Perturabo persuaded, and his own small iron hulls emerged in his mind. He did not think about them for the time being, so as not to be troubled by strange rumors and appear inappropriately on the face of the shell here. "The children who will always be loyal to you, support you, and love you. I once thought I would not love them."

Magnus' eyes flashed with a slight light, and the new expectation made his tortured nerves in these days regain soothing calmness and a little peace. His soul recalled the excitement and pride when he first received love in Tizca, but was immediately suppressed in the pain of hesitation by his current situation.

"I'm not ready yet." He murmured.

"Magnus." Perturabo spoke in a deep voice, unable to describe his own feelings, "Tell me, are you still willing to use psychic power?"

This is part of him. Magnus thought, this is why he felt despair when he learned how terrible psychic power was. Psychic power is not only the cornerstone of Tizca, but also the root of his soul's soaring.

The moment he realized that he could not overcome the psychological shadow and call on psychic power, it was as if he was thrown into the vast and boundless desolate darkness, and all calls sank into the depths of dead water without echo. At that moment, many things in his heart shattered, and new light had not yet been born. He wanted to grab anything that could fill the gap, such as a spell, such as a success in facing others, but he found nothing.

"I'm not ready yet." He repeated again, he wanted to rest for a while.

Perturabo touched his brow and manually smoothed the wrinkles that appeared there at some time.

Psychology is not his professional field at all.

Steel is not blurred, and the structure of architecture is not unclear. Even the most abstract art is painted by actual paint and brushes, and the words written on white paper are fixed.

But solving his brother's psychological obstacles is completely beyond his professional scope. He has no way to help Magnus re-carve an intact mind like carving stone.

He did learn a little from Morse how to break through other people's defenses, but treatment is another matter.

"Don't think too much." He walked to Magnus and put his hand on his shoulder, hoping to pass on strength to him. "Admit your mistakes and take your responsibilities. That's all you have to do."

"But the psychic research here..." Magnus uttered a few words with difficulty. "How can I stop them? I can't even deal with the research manuscripts I left behind."

"Oh, I believe another way to break the psychic defense is to provide enough kinetic energy." Perturabo said. "Wait for my construction team - I mean the legion to land, remember to take us to find the manuscripts and collections you want to destroy."

He thought for a while, "Maybe I can show you the architectural design of my reconstruction of the city outside Tizca. Olympia already has a large theater, and I think there can be a second one here."

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