Following the flow of people, Levi passed through the final stone archway, and the first-floor hall of the Pyramid of Photep impressively unfolded before his eyes.
The dome was pieced together from countless crystal prisms, refracting soft psychic light and illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.
On the obsidian floor, polished like a mirror, over a thousand crystal coffins were parked in an orderly pattern.
The instant Levi’s psychic energy swept over them, he perceived that these individual crystal coffins were connected to one another, forming a massive psychic array.
Relying on his experiences from the wizard world and the psychic knowledge of the Pyrae School, he could not determine exactly what this array was used for.
But when Levi passed by a crystal coffin, he clearly saw the Astartes inside, who had been stripped of his power armor.
Although his eyes were tightly closed and his face was pale, his physical body was completely intact, without the slightest mutation.
From this, Levi knew that this was an array temporarily suppressing the Flesh Change.
Levi walked calmly toward the center of the hall, where there was a high platform constructed of obsidian.
At this moment, Magnus had taken off his luxurious scholar’s robes and stood upon the high platform wearing a crimson outfit suited for movement.
On his face, which looked as if it were cast from red copper, his amber eyes carried a trace of exhaustion.
At the same time, a surge of excitement could also be seen, as if he had finally found the hope to break the curse.
Levi followed the crowd and walked to the Pyrae School’s designated area beneath the high platform.
There were already about a dozen scholars of the Pyrae School there, discussing in low voices.
“The Magister said that we need to cooperate later.
The five great schools will join hands to treat the Flesh Change of these Thousand Sons warriors.”
“With the Magister personally guiding us, plus the fact that we are the elites of the five great schools, what difficult problem in this world cannot be solved?”
“Hmph, easy to say.
The five great schools normally act independently.
Being temporarily cobbled together now, it will be good enough if nothing goes wrong.”
…
Levi listened quietly in the crowd without speaking, occasionally glancing at the excited Magnus on the high platform.
His thoughts, however, gradually drifted far away.
He didn’t hold out much hope that Magnus could find a method to cure the Flesh Change of the Thousand Sons.
Because Magnus’s eyes were currently completely intact, which meant that the solution Magnus had found would absolutely not work.
If the curse of Tzeentch, one of the four gods of the Warp, were that easy to solve, Magnus wouldn’t have needed to deal with it.
And if it were truly that simple.
Before the Emperor’s expeditionary fleet even reached Prospero, the Emperor would have personally solved the Flesh Change of the Thousand Sons.
Although the Emperor was not very personable, he had always spared no effort in recovering lost human territories and uniting the galaxy.
The warriors of the Thousand Sons were also a powerful military force; the Emperor could not possibly give them up.
“Eh?
Where is the Emperor?”
Levi looked around and only then noticed the absence of the Emperor’s dazzling figure.
Under these circumstances, the Emperor should theoretically be present.
However, by the tall colonnades, corners, and shadows within the hall, he discovered a group of tall female warriors with swords at their waists.
“Sisters of Silence!”
The instant Levi noticed those women, an instinctive dread and discomfort surged into his heart.
Truly worthy of being the bane of psykers.
Even from a distance and without having emitted their psychic suppression fields, the moment he saw them, he felt a soul-deep oppression.
After about ten minutes, no more scholars entered through the first-floor hall’s entrance.
Magnus looked at the scholars of the five great schools gathered together beneath the high platform and nodded in satisfaction.
This was the elite force he had trained on Prospero over the past several decades.
Afterward, he spoke:
“Scholars, I have summoned you all here today to save my sons and break the Flesh Curse of the Thousand Sons Legion.”
As soon as his voice fell, he waved his hand.
Pale golden spheres of light formed from psychic energy abruptly appeared and immediately flew above the heads of the teams from each major school.
At the same time, he loudly assigned the tasks:
“Corvidae School, responsible for foreseeing the future outcome.”
“Pyrae School, responsible for burning away the mutated flesh.”
“Pavoni School, responsible for examining the mutated areas.”
“Athanean School, responsible for communicating with all members.”
“Raptora School, responsible for assisting with energy channeling.”
Levi watched the flickering sphere of light.
The instant it reached above his head, he received a surge of psychic knowledge.
He comprehended it carefully and discovered it was a complex psychic surgery that required the cooperation of the five great schools to complete.
However, aside from the Pyrae School’s psychic techniques, the psychic techniques of the other four great schools only contained the portions necessary for cooperation.
Yet at this moment, Levi’s heart trembled.
He had already checked the value of this incomplete psychic surgery: a full one thousand Nexus Points.
By this point, Levi’s mindset had completely changed.
He suddenly felt that becoming a warrior of the Thousand Sons was not a bad thing.
Because he had already confirmed what the Infiltrator System needed most.
It only needed knowledge, not those flashy but useless treasures.
Truly worthy of the wizard world, strictly pursuing the principle that knowledge is above all else.
As long as he accompanied Magnus on the Great Crusade, he would have the chance to obtain a continuous stream of psychic knowledge.
Especially if he had the chance to read the psychic grimoire compiled by Magnus during the Great Crusade, the Book of Magnus.
He suspected that selling the knowledge in this book to the system would yield a massive amount of Nexus Points, giving him an absolute chance to peek into the realm of a legendary wizard.
A legendary wizard was a true existence on par with the gods.
As for the problem of being targeted by Tzeentch upon becoming a warrior of the Thousand Sons, Levi had already decided he didn’t care.
He already suspected he had been watched by Tzeentch.
It wasn’t just the issue of his tutelary disappearing without a trace, but rather because he himself was a psychic scholar under Magnus’s command, inherently living beneath Tzeentch’s gaze.
While Levi’s thoughts were running wild.
Over a hundred psychic scholars from the five great schools began to form their respective teams.
Five people per group, they found their targets according to Magnus’s assignment plan and proceeded with the surgery.
Levi took a deep breath, and along with four other scholars, arrived in front of a crystal coffin not far from the high platform.
“Everyone, keep your minds focused on the second level of mental state.
We will begin the psychic surgery using a telepathic connection.”
“Right, and keep your aura normal.
Don’t let me peek at your inner secrets.
Of course, trust me, even if I do peek at them, I won’t go blabbing about it.”
A voice abruptly rang out in Levi’s mind.
Levi’s gaze immediately and unconsciously glanced to his left at a tall man draped in a cyan robe, who was smiling cheerfully at this moment, his face full of kindness.
This was a scholar of the Athanean School.
Unlike the fire-aspected psychic powers that the Pyrae School excelled at, their members specialized in mind control and could even rely on “aura” to peek into the memories of others.
As for the second mental state he mentioned, Levi was also fully aware of it.
It was an original mental state system within the psychic system researched by Magnus.
This psychic mental state system had a total of ten levels, each with its own wonderful uses.
In truth, Levi had always maintained the sixth mental state to steady his mind and keep his emotions stable, preventing other psykers from peeping at his “aura” and detecting his emotions or even memories.
However, for this mental link surgery, Levi was not worried about anyone peeping at his memories.
He pinched a gray wooden block on his chest.
This was the mental shielding rune Levi had exchanged for last night after selling all of his own psychic knowledge.
It could effectively prevent others from peeping at his memories, and it could also construct virtual memories for others to see.
Of course, the grade of this wooden block was average.
The virtual memories it manufactured were basically a lump of mess and could not hold up to close scrutiny, but it was enough to confuse an ordinary scholar of the Athanean School.