Chapter 77 Knocking on the Doors One by One

Morse swallowed the questions that were on his lips several times, and let Magnus lead him to introduce the magnificent world in his vision. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

The Red Giant chattered with him about the dangerous reefs, unfathomable abysses and nameless predators in the vast ocean, and sometimes emphasized that it was the Emperor who led him to a wonder beyond understanding. These words fell into Morse's heart, which only made him wonder when the Emperor's teaching style became gentle.

However, when he saw Magnus playing harmoniously with several creatures with dark pink and smooth skin, goat horns with juice flowing out, broken black nails with layers of dirt falling out, and short blue feathers on the back of their heads, the scene was as harmonious as the afternoon courtyard of the ancient Terra Children's Daycare Center, he really couldn't help asking: "Did you take a shower after returning from the Vast Ocean?"

Magnus sent away the unknown dark servant, and his face still had the simple joy of exploring and gaining new knowledge.

"I will clean myself before going to bed and getting up early, but why do I have to take a shower after returning to the real body?" He asked puzzledly. "Uh, is it because we are lying in the deserted city this time?"

"You are so smart." Morse said.

At this time, a group of demons who appeared in pairs and quarreled endlessly passed in front of them on magic discs and discs full of books and pens. Their deformed hands and feet were directly connected to the huge multi-eyed head. The overflowing filthy smell and discordant noise made Morse thank him for his expressionless face at this time.

Magnus followed them, watching them dive into the depths of the ocean again.

"I call them scribes," he said happily. "They also love secrets and knowledge, and sometimes they can release powerful storms from their accumulated spells. Have you seen them?"

"Yes, a long time ago. Show me your record album." Morse said.

A projection of a book floated from Magnus' waist. He turned it to the corresponding page. Morse extended the spell outside his body and floated the album in front of him.

Drawing on the papyrus was a pair of furry blue creatures that looked like birds. They were similar in appearance to the unborn creatures Morse had seen, but not in spirit. Someone deliberately blurred their specific appearance, and only saw that they were colorful, lively and clean after being recorded.

"Fortunately, I don't keep birds." Morse took a glance and returned the album to Magnus. The latter simply turned the thick record book to the blank page at the back, ready to record the morphology and characteristics of new species at any time.

"Because if you raise birds from the real universe, you will find that they are not as beautiful as the creatures here?" Magnus thought he had made a good joke. After a short moment that was almost non-existent, a light laugh came from under the black linen.

"If you think you have seen beautiful subspace creatures, then you have not studied this place deeply enough." Morse said, "It sounds like so many years have passed, and you are still like a well-protected human child, staying at home with small-flowered acanthus and blue lotus floating in the pond, thinking that this is the dreamland defined as heaven in secular dogma."

"Really, I never thought it would take such good care of an individual, but it is indeed the only one that has the mood to change the individual's cognition so much."

"Morse..."

"I am no longer interested in your explanation full of mistakes." Morse was rarely so direct.

After floating along the ether for a long time, he finally confirmed that as long as the words turned a corner, Magnus would not hear the sarcasm of others-perhaps because he had never been ridiculed by anyone. Long-term admiration and praise made him selectively forget the ability to accept irony.

"Uh, Morse, I don't think you should rashly evaluate me like this," Magnus rarely showed obvious displeasure. He held the atlas in his hand tightly, like a debater holding the argument that helped him win. "In Prospero, my theoretical achievements are far ahead of any other scholars. Even the emperor would not belittle my achievements... It was you who wanted to see my research content, and I thought you would like it..."

"I am telling the facts, Magnus." Morse took off the black linen cloth on his body. "Don't be so arrogant. You haven't studied this place in depth yet, and you don't know where to find the real beautiful scenery."

The black cloth that Morse took off floated in the immaterial space. Without the constraints of the spell, the linen seemed to be washed and soaked in the finest spices and ointments. A soft light purple luster flashed from the center of the black linen, and soon it was like a drop of water soaking through silk, drawing delicate circles and seeping outward into the entire material, returning the deep pink and purple color to the essence of the cloth. Its reflection in the form that sentient beings can understand also unconsciously changed from rough linen to smooth silk without any traces of silk weaving, flowing light and soft as nothing.

Magnus looked at this fascinating silk in surprise. In his vision, the hazy light blue and the charming purple seemed to be competing for the dominant power, and seemed to be intimately fused with each other.

In the rare moments when the purple color prevailed, his mind immediately swayed like a candle tip in the gentle breeze. When the familiar blue color returned, he felt that this piece of cloth was mysterious and dangerous, containing endless secrets and knowledge.

"Is it beautiful?" A voice came from the transparent golden light, and Magnus found that he had completely forgotten Morse's criticism just now.

He was so eager that he couldn't help but use the honorific: "Excuse me, can I see it?"

"Don't be anxious, scholar." Morse said calmly, "Last time I visited the owner of this weaver, there was some disharmony in the end, and the only items I took away were this half roll of silk. I will take you to her today. I knocked on the door outside the palace to see if I could see one or two thousandths of the beautiful scenery I saw last time from the outside. "

There was a thin, sharp voice that seemed to be noisily trying to dissuade Magnus, but his desire for the beauty Mors spoke of made Magnus easily overcome the voice. He classified it as his own delusion.

"Can't you go in and have a look?" Magnus was eager for knowledge.

Morse confirmed the stability of the spell corresponding to the external reality universe.

If he hadn't been unprepared last time and experienced the battle with the Blood God, he would actually be able to escape from the realm of the Lord of Bliss.

Moreover, this time, in other people's territory, there may be a nasty guy who will have to protect them in order to keep its intended chess piece.

"If she allows us to go in." Morse said with a smile, throwing out the silk, weaving a curse into a thin thread to pull Magnus, following the silk's will to return to the source of its birth, and quickly descended into the vast ocean. latent.

Time and space have no absolute meaning here. It seems that just for a moment, or maybe a long time later, Morse once again saw the Jinsha Plain where he once set foot. A stranded sailboat was parked on the shore. It was scorched by fire and could not be reused.

Magnus held his breath, his eyes fixed on the thousands of glazed gold and jade in the golden sand, and the greedy souls wandering in the sand plains. He wished he could rush into the sixth ring in the next moment and take out the occult measuring instruments on the spot. Start studying energy structures.

The scene in front of him kept changing. Sometimes he saw a deep and strange secret place for collecting treasures, and sometimes it was replaced by a flashy and luxurious wilderness of gold and paper. On rare occasions, some twisted and dark evil shadows swayed from the depths of the golden sands. And passed. Whatever the truth, Magnus couldn't resist it.

He felt that he fully understood why Morse said that he had never seen the true face of the vast ocean.

Magnus reached down, and Morse approached with him.

At this moment, the entire Golden Sand Plain receded by a large piece, and Magnus was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the light purple satin flew out of Morse's hand and plunged straight into the depths of the gold coin hill without a trace. Then the entire gorgeous scene quickly faded away, leaving not even an afterimage.

In a daze, he heard an inhuman voice that was neither male nor female grunting angrily. The sound wave turned into a scimitar silver blade and stabbed towards his side.

Morse flashed easily and complained with a smile: "It seems that not only did she not welcome me, but she also insisted on taking away the clothes she gave me."

Magnus stared at the place where the sand plain had appeared in despair, and his mood fell into a deep valley for a moment. His deep regret made him even not want to answer Morse's topic about clothes - the meaning of a transparent and void person wearing a piece of black cloth. Where?

"Don't be sad." Morse comforted softly, "Let's go to the next place and knock on the door. I still have two wonderful places to recommend to you."

He really wanted to see how the Umperator could continue to blind Magnus within the jurisdiction of others.