Chapter 92 Magnus and the Soul-Eating Bee

Magnus did not know what kind of evil god the Most Holy Tzeentch was. Prospero's old beliefs had long been lost in the annals of history, but he could confirm one thing, that is, the current situation was extremely unfavorable to Prospero.

His judgment on the role of the sextant was not wrong. He had misjudged the terrible power that would be produced when only nine identical instruments resonated.

The ether wave was spreading rapidly to the entire planet with the Tizca Tower as the center. The nine-color energy was about to pass through the nine ruins on the surface or the temples dedicated to the evil gods hidden in the city. Nine grotesque colorful birds holding a corner of the sky were about to break through the stone statue's shell and fly high.

And Magnus knew that if the truth behind the curtain was fully revealed, no one on this planet would survive one-ninth of a second.

The only thing that comforted him now was that the ruins of the nine Tzeentch temples were mostly located in the other deserted hemisphere of the planet, so the broken corners of the curtain of the High Heaven had not yet revealed the truth of the vast ocean of ether above the City of Light Tizca.

A powerful shock wave forced Magnus to compile a more powerful psychic shield to resist the crisis. Before the curtain was completely opened, the first to be hit by the ether was Magnus himself inside the Great Library of Tizca.

The entire pyramid was already a furnace of chaos. He gritted his teeth and silently recited what Perturabo had told him not to think too much and abandon distracting thoughts, focusing on tracing back to the core of this temple in the chaotic space and energy flow.

Pushing aside the countless crystal blades and twisted branches piercing from all around, he found the remains of what was once Almazbek after spinning several times in the constantly changing space.

Its spiritual energy had been drained by the sextant, its soul was broken beyond repair, and its strangely twisted half-bird, half-human body curled up helplessly in the altar-like observatory, with the hot blue flames burning every dead bird feather.

Magnus immediately recalled that it was Almazbek himself who proposed to design this observatory when he and scholars rebuilt the pyramid a few years ago.

He had no time to shudder at this, and even the lost shoes no longer bothered him, because suppressing the energy flow of the altar had consumed all his energy.

Magnus used all his life's learning, from the simplest telekinesis to the time and space technique that he had only touched on slightly - he occasionally made the time flow rate close to stagnation in a small range to assist some research, to try to break through the outer layer of protection of the sacrificial ritual that was constantly changing every moment, and the ether vortex formed each time was gradually strengthened.

Endless and chaotic tones tried to penetrate Magnus' ears at all times, dragging him into the fate of the Lord of Tampering, and thousands of irresistible pains disturbed his mind. This was not enough to make Magnus fall, but it was enough to make him unable to get rid of it.

Everything around him concealed countless images of death and distortion, but this only made Magnus more furious. Unconsciously, he got rid of the state of mind required for casting spells. He drove the submission of the ether with cold commands instead of love and addiction.

The analysis of the altar ritual soon yielded results. An unknown twisted force made the protective ritual that naturally rejected foreign objects here only peel off layer by layer through meticulous and lengthy disassembly.

Using a large amount of psychic energy to forcibly break it will instantly destroy the precarious balance in the ritual, causing a large explosion that is enough to tear Tizca apart. At that time, Magnus may be the only one who can survive in the city.

As for using a large number of physical attacks such as ammunition and artillery in the real universe to try to solve the ritual, the outcome will indeed be different, because Magnus himself is likely to fall into the subspace cracks torn by energy turbulence after the artillery disrupts the operation of psychic energy.

Not only that, this scar in the universe is very likely to expand all the way to the Prosperoa star region, dragging everything within billions of kilometers to fall into the bottom of the vast ocean.

After calculation, the dangers brought by physical attacks made Magnus very frightened.

Magnus struggled to cover his psychic energy to the periphery of the pyramid, trying to control the outflow of energy in the core area of ​​the Nine Golden Pagoda ritual, delaying the complete activation of the ritual in the temples in other areas of the planet's surface.

The projection of the power of the so-called evil god of Tzeentch in the real universe is still limited. This attempt effectively left Magnus more time to dismantle the ritual. His tense spirit relaxed a little, and he devoted more patience to the meticulous dismantling work.

Soon, Magnus confirmed that the key difficulty in dealing with this unknown ritual was not the ritual itself, but the supporters behind the ritual. Every time he erased a layer of psychic structure, another mysterious energy would immediately replenish a new spell, increasing Magnus' workload.

If someone could deal with the evil god hidden behind the scenes - although this sounds like a complete delusion, then his efficiency in dismantling the ritual would immediately increase several times.

In any case, Magnus tried not to think about the dead scholars and Perturabo who had died once, temporarily forgetting his intense pain, not thinking about the torn robes and the ashes on the ground, and not remembering Perturabo's voice and face.

He slowly pushed forward his work until a huge object suddenly hit the protective layer of the outer wall of the pyramid, attracting Magnus' attention.

Limited by maintaining the stability of the psychic energy here, Magnus could not leave, and could only try his best to observe through various psychic and non-psychic means for the time being.

The noisy buzzing of wasps penetrated his ears, and the increasingly piercing flapping of wings and the screams of the Tizcans outside the pyramid began to pierce his nerves.

Magnus looked outside the tower, and a large number of terrifying monsters that looked like insects were coming like a dark cloud covering the sky, pouring into Tizca from every ruin, bringing crazy violence and hunger that had been dormant for many years.

The soul-eating bees like waves covering the sky easily shattered the Tizcan psychic shield that was currently unmaintained due to the death of many scholars, and rushed into the city to kill.

Thousands of hooked feet and sharp beaks that could easily smash human heads, countless slender limbs and swollen heads brought back the fear that Tizca had long forgotten. Countless polygonal compound eyes beyond human imagination were piled on both sides of the stinking and disgusting heads, reflecting the terrified faces and desperate roars of the Tizcans.

Other psykers who did not participate in the theft used ether to tear some soul-eating bees apart from time to time, and pillars of fire ignited everywhere in Tizca. However, the time it took to kill one soul-eating bee was enough for ten soul-eating bees to pounce on the caster, not to mention the many mortals in the city who were not good at fighting.

Magnus roared in anger, but deep in the roar was despair. He could not suppress the activation of the Tzeentch Ritual while clearing out hundreds of millions of soul-eating bees - which was not difficult.

Soon, he thought of a stupid way, but it was hard for him to say what other choice he had now.

For a Primarch with absolute psyker talent, it was not a fantasy to delay or even stop the flow of time in a small area. In fact, some outstanding psykers could do this.

And in infinite time, he should have done infinite things.

The difficulty of this spell for Magnus at the moment was only the huge consumption of psykers, and Magnus had to believe that he could do it.

The flow of all things slowed down greatly in front of Magnus, and the excessive use of psychic energy caused his soul to burn. An uncontrollable scream came out of his mouth, but everything that Perturabo had experienced gave Magnus enough psychological support.

He split more psychic energy at one time, condensed a golden ball of light like the sun, suspended above the Great Pyramid of Tizca, and maintained the fierce game with the dark ritual below.

Then, in the still time, Magnus left the pyramid and rushed to the city of Tizca, letting go of his hands and feet to slaughter the invading soul-eating bees and saving more mortals from countless chitinous claws. When dealing with soul-eating bees, he tended to use psychic energy to strengthen his physical strength, which was not only more efficient, but also helped Magnus release some of his repressed emotions.

Whenever the ether in the light ball was about to be consumed and darkness was about to break out, swallowing everything like the night, Magnus would stop fighting the evil beasts, rush back to the top of the pyramid, and refill the light ball with more golden spiritual energy, so that the sun-like light would continue to shine.

He believed that the number of evil beasts was finite, he had to believe it.

Magnus didn't know how long he could hold on, he could only wait for a turnaround with the hope in his heart.