Chapter 80 Go Back and Take a Look

"…So you let him go in, face another filthy realm of evil and depravity, and let him collapse?"

Perturabo's back straightened with strong disapproval, and hidden under the anger on the surface was his deep concern for the two.

"You know me. You always know my character."

Morse said lightly.

"If I want to do something, the only way I will use is to act radically. Think about how I guided you, Perturabo - I never deny how bad a teacher I am."

"I thought you had become gentle over the years."

"That's because I have played with you, dear Primarch."

"But Magnus is still very young." Perturabo turned abruptly, and his tone was much softer.

"Mentally?"

"Yes." Perturabo was not humble. In front of Morse, any act of false humility was just a variation of arrogance. "He is younger than me mentally."

"This is the only time to change him, Perturabo. If I want to change an arrogant person whose mind has been determined, he should endure more than just a simple garden day trip like today."

Morse said jokingly: "If an arrogant person is allowed to grow up alone, even if one day everything he once mastered is rejected, or he personally makes an irreparable mistake, he will not be willing to admit his guilt."

Perturabo's silence represents too long thinking. For a Primarch who is particularly famous for his calculation ability, his meditation can only be interpreted as an indecisive entanglement.

He knew Morse was right, as always, he had his own reasons.

Not long ago in the Great Library of Tizca, Magnus eagerly shared with him hundreds of collections with childlike pride, which was enough to make him secretly shocked.

Not to mention the secret ancient books that record countless unspeakable secrets, those suspended instruments filled with unknown energy, the automatically operated surreal pseudo-mechanical creations, and the psychic sextant that Magnus actively introduced as "enabling people without talent to sense the vast ocean", are all dangerous signs.

If he had not almost fallen into the trap of the Blood God, if Olympia had not suffered for the sins of the Dark Gods, he might be happy to discuss his novel research with Magnus and be tolerant of all the psychic creations that Magnus believed could promote human progress.

But there are no ifs in the world.

Even if Morse did not play this trick, he would have communicated with Morse privately afterwards.

The boy stood up from the ground, and the sand slid off the surface of his robe. Complex sorrow left wrinkles between his brows, like the undulations formed by the compression of mountains through the earth's crust.

Morse stood up and walked to his side.

Perturabo looked at Magnus, who was sleeping on the ground with a painful expression, and said, "Is this enough to change his character?"

"Far from enough." Mors said frankly.

Perturabo was thoughtful.

"You are right," he said, "I will help you."

"It will take some time for my legion to get here, and the specific time depends on what kind of enemies we will encounter on the rest of the journey. During this time, what do you think I can do for my brother?"

"Follow your judgment." Mors said in a deep voice, "After all, there are three arrogant people living under this roof now. We'd better have our own ideas."

Perturabo has never been so against him for many years, Mors thought.

And today, the iron Primarch picked up his rebellion.

To protect his brother.

This is good. Mors said to himself in his heart. He really likes this sincerity.

"Also, after this cruise in the Vast Ocean, the subspace around Prospero will enter a short season of calm in the next two days. I decided to take this opportunity to go back to your ship and make preparations, such as taking out my body to blow the solar wind."

Morse changed the subject and was satisfied to find that Perturabo froze.

"You will be surprised at our achievements." Perturabo said as confidently as possible, while going through the recent battle situation and construction reports of the Iron Warriors in his mind more than a dozen times, "When are you going?"

"Wait until our red-skinned giant wakes up, and I will send you back to the city before leaving. I believe he can't use his psychic power to fly you home now."

Perturabo sensed a hidden message from Morse's logic.

"You can't exist in two places at the same time?" he asked.

"Unless I cut a piece of my body and leave it." Morse smiled, "I am different from you guys with material entities. My own structure is loose enough, so I have to keep it intact."

Perturabo was about to ask again when he saw Magnus's hand tremble.

He kept his mouth shut, avoiding revealing too many secrets about Morse's form of existence.

The Red Giant had been with him for less than a day, and his unrestrained research proved that he could not be trusted.

"Let's guess what the first words he would say would be." Morse whispered.

"Leave him alone for a while?" Perturabo guessed.

"That's you who likes to sulk in a corner." Morse said, "I guess you want to take a bath."

Magnus' eyelids struggled and fluttered several times, and finally opened, his eyes fixed in the contrast of black and gold.

He shook himself to support his weak and huge body, after all, the height of the two was not suitable for supporting him.

The heavy confusion and depression cast a layer of misty gray on his red complexion. He took a deep breath, and two tears flowed out of his unfocused empty eyes one by one, sliding down his cheeks.

He shook his head, reached out to take off the golden and blue crown inlaid with gems that assisted psychic spellcasting, and then pulled off the bracelet and threw it to the ground. After a few crisp sounds, the gorgeous gems fell from the golden ornaments and dimmed.

Magnus wiped his eyes hard, shook off the tears, and then gathered the scattered mane-like red hair to both sides of his face as much as possible, revealing a sad face.

His eyes focused on Morse, and gradually remembered the name Perturabo mentioned when chatting with him.

Since his psychic level surpassed Prospero's accumulation of thousands of years, he has not called others like this for too long.

"Teacher, I want to learn your spell." Magnus said.

"Why?"

"Because I will never touch the warp again."

"Why?" Morse asked.

Memory and panic flashed across Magnus' face. "There are only disgusting liars there. I... I won't even think about touching it!"

"That's it?" Morse grinned sarcastically, patted Perturabo's shoulder next to him, and felt a sigh in the boy's chest.

Magnus blinked and looked at him hopefully.

"Morse, I just figured it out. Your spell is clean, isn't it?"

Apart from the extreme fear and disgust of psychic power, Morse did not see self-reflection in the eyes of the young giant.

He is now against psychic power only because he has suffered a great loss.

Give him a spell with a lower threshold than psychic power, Morse dares to say that within a year, Prospero will be blown into pieces flying around the universe.

"The free teaching ends here, Magnus. I have shown you enough."

"When you can tell me why the Emperor advises you to use psychic power with caution, I will teach you the spell."

Morse said coldly.

"Now? I want to go back to Perturabo to see his legion."

The next moment, Morse's essence left the body again, and in Magnus's shocked eyes, the shell that was originally the size of a mortal immediately became flat.

In addition to the pile of shells, a cloth bag that suddenly appeared was left on the spot, making it convenient for Perturabo to take him away.

"Let's go." Perturabo had a complicated expression, "Just now this guy said he would send us back to Tizca. He always does this."

"He just... left?" Magnus asked confusedly.

"Move, my brother." Perturabo turned around, "Don't let a person with legs less than one meter long walk in front of you."

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