Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"I need to ask his opinion."

The Cephalon answered Leon El'Jonson's request with a cold attitude, but it was definitely not for revenge for his previous actions.

The lion asked calmly, "Why?"

"The fewer people who know about this plan, the better." The mechanical voice sounded calmly. "Even if it's you, I can't disclose it without his permission. Unless you have other ways."

Robert Guilliman frowned, he heard the overtones of the center.

He raised his right hand and made several complicated gestures, light blue magic power poured out, forming a thick dark blue book a few seconds later. There was even a dull bang when it landed on the table.

He spread the book and turned to a page. The pages of the book were shining brightly, and Magnus approached cautiously, but in his line of sight, all the words were twisting crazily, and he let out a muffled groan in just a split second.

"You'd better not read this book without their permission, Magnus..."

While reading it carefully, Robert Guilliman gave a warning: "Knowledge is very dangerous. To ensure safety, they have been enchanted. This book is an enchantment released by the teacher himself. If it is approved, let’s watch it from a distance.”

Hearing this, Magnus had no choice but to retreat unwillingly, but he still did not give up participating in this work. Returning to his seat, he asked softly, "Did you find anything, Robert?"

"I'm flipping through..."

A blue glow lit up in Guilliman's eyes, and he began to turn the pages, looking them up carefully, with every movement being very careful—as he said, knowledge is dangerous.

The primarchs began to wait patiently, and after a few minutes, Guilliman spoke again.

"I'm sure, it's indeed an enchantment type of spell."

The Lord of Ultramar told his brothers solemnly, and at this moment, he seemed to have the air of a scholar. "But the problem is that this part of knowledge is also not open to me. I can only get some basic information."

"What about the name? At least, can you know the name?" Magnus asked eagerly.

"Even if you know the name, what can you do?"

The Wolf of Fenris looked over seriously: "Robert has already told you that this knowledge is very dangerous.

As the captain's apprentice, he can't even know the specific information of this spell, so why do you want to get to the bottom of it? Don't forget what you've done before, Magnus. "

Conrad Curze whistled, and Corax, who was sitting next to him, was sure that he saw a complex emotion on Magnus's face. Those words made him very angry, but a kind of shrinking from the bottom of his heart destroyed his anger.

"I do know the name."

Robert Guilliman calmly interrupted the quarrel that might have begun: "Starlight—that's its name, there's no reference to it, I can't even get some definite information from it..."

"Then, why are you so sure it's this spell?" Vulcan asked.

Guilliman didn't answer the question, he just closed the book, patted the thick blue book, picked it up, and showed the cover to everyone.

For a moment, it seemed that a whole world was slowly unfolding in front of them. Sunrise and sunset, day and night, lightning and thunder, storms and roaring dragons, devils born in the fire and the light of mercy exercising their power to save others...

Then, in just half a second, all this magic and beauty was gone.

In its place was a name, written in unfamiliar characters, but understandable to all of them.

"magic"

Magnus' breathing gradually became heavy, Guilliman gave him a helpless look, removed the magic power, and let the book dissipate. He said: "In this book, there are all the spells that the teacher has learned and mastered. That's why I'm so sure."

"Then, why is that part of knowledge closed to you?" Corax asked again.

"...I haven't gone far enough in magic, so that knowledge is too dangerous for me." Guilliman replied slightly bitterly.

"It's unlike anything I've ever studied. It requires more than intelligence and care. It requires more from the caster."

"for example?"

"For example, the courage to be willing to fall into madness for the sake of truth, and I can't be a madman, I have courage, but I must remain rational, so, my progress is very slow... The teacher didn't blame me, he just told me, In the future I will find another way to finish my studies, and he believes in me."

Robert Guilliman pursed his lips.

"I'd rather he be disappointed in me," he sighed. "That way, maybe I'll feel better."

"That said, there's nothing we can do right now except wait for Dad to come back and pray that he's in a good mood."

The Night Lord knocked on the table with a smile, attracting the Primarch's attention, some were dissatisfied with his frivolous behavior, but some were waiting for his next words.

They don't care that much.

"I propose that we continue with what we have just been doing."

Conrad Koz spoke softly.

"I am still very interested in the experience of Imperial Bloodfist. To be honest, each of us has character flaws, and these examples from another world can just let us learn something from it... .or throw something away."

He smiled maliciously, and glanced at Perturabo, who didn't even look at him, and calmly looked forward, with his back straight.

"You are acting like a truly rational person now, Conrad, why did you have to be sarcastic to everyone before?"

Sanguinius spread his hands helplessly: "Seriously, Conrad, I beg you, can you continue to maintain this state?"

"I really want to promise you... Sanguinius with a bunch of beautiful wings." Curz giggled. "But I can't, so sorry."

Mortarion said deadpan, "He's embarrassed by your words."

Corax nodded approvingly.

"...Mortarion, I don't need you to do the translation work, I have the perfect ability to express myself."

"Really? You sound like a three-year-old wielding a squirt pistol. This kid is really crazy, bullying other kids who just don't want to get their clothes wet."

The Lord of Death said a simple metaphor with a blank face, and then he tore off his bandages so that Curz could see his smile.

"...I should have let you rot in that bloody garden," the Night Lord complained.

"I was rotten."

Horus coughed lightly. He really had a headache now, not because of the churning emotions in his heart. Ten thousand years ago, his brothers were all serious.

Now, they have either changed drastically, or they have not concealed their true nature at all. In the absence of external pressure, human beings are always naive.

Liberate nature...

The Wolf God chewed on this word, and said quietly: "Can we continue? Rogge looks like he can't wait."

"I can wait." Roger Dorn said blankly.

"...Continue, Central." Phoenix said after a period of silence. After carefully observing Dawn's expression, he felt that it would be better to continue immediately.

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[The bad relationship between Rog Dorn and his brothers is just a microcosm of his terrible character. He has implemented strict discipline regulations inside the Imperial Fist, which is so cruel that it almost feels cruel. 】

【What's even more frightening is that Donne doesn't just demand this from his legion, he even requires his allies who fought side by side with him in a certain battle to obey his discipline. If someone makes a move he doesn't like, he will force the other person to obey. 】

[Mortals will of course agree that it is their sorrow that they cannot defy a Primarch. But, once, Dorn took that fire to his brother. That person was Perturabo, and there was even a quarrel between the Lord of Steel and the Stone that almost ordered the fleet to open fire on each other. 】

[If the great Horus Lupekar hadn't persuaded the sensible Perturabo at the last moment, I'm afraid a civil war would have been inevitable. The Iron Lord left the field after that, vowing never to fight alongside Rogal Dorn and his Imperial Fists again, never to be each other's backing again. 】

[And if you ask the reason, I can give you an answer, an answer different from what you imagined. 】

【It all started with a duel. 】

[Sigismund of Fist of the Empire—killed Berosos of the Iron Warriors. 】

[If you want to ask, I will tell you that this is a complete tragedy. Because that's not what Sigismund meant, and it's true that Berosos talked about some of the failures of the Imperial Fists on Inwitt, but Sigismund also sneered, saying that the Iron Warriors were all hunkered down. Cowards who bombard the enemy with artillery from behind the trenches. 】

[The two entered the duel due to anger. Before the result was announced, no one thought that any of them would die, at most they would be injured. After all, friction among Astartes was common. 】

[However, in that battle, Sigismund was horrified to find that his blade directly penetrated the chest of the war blacksmith after swinging his sword once. 】

【He was terrified, and fierce quarrels broke out among the onlookers. Among them are the Imperial Fist and the Iron Warriors. If so far, there is still a chance of redemption, as long as Rog Dorn is willing to apologize to Perturabo and hand over Sigismund... Well, Rog Dorn later in The words in front of Perturabo completely brought the hatred down. 】

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"What did he say?" Don asked.

The voice was extremely soft, very soft, it could even be said to be a whisper, and there was something trembling violently ups and downs in it.

Then, the projection starts to change to the picture.

A familiar yet unfamiliar person appeared on the lit screen. The reason why he is familiar is because he has the same face as Perturabo. As for the unfamiliar point?

Never before has the Iron Lord looked so sad in front of his brethren.

He clenched his fists and questioned the person standing opposite him: "Why? Why did your first company commander kill my son?!"

Facing his intense questioning, Rogge Dorn in the picture just shrugged his shoulders, showing indifference.

"A question of honor," he answered calmly.

"That's what Sigismund told me, your son insulted him, so he paid with his life, that's all. If you still think that's not enough, well, it's a duel, Perturabo .Your son had the opportunity to say no, but he didn't. Anyone will pay for their actions."

"Don't make excuses for your damned first company commander! Don't insult Berossos with that kind of rhetoric anymore. He may not be very skilled in martial arts, but he will never refuse a duel!"

Perturabo suddenly roared, and the ignited anger mixed with sadness began to boil on his face: "He must be punished for this! The murderer pays with his life!"

"That's impossible." Don replied calmly. "Sigismund defended the honor of my Legion. How could he be wrong in this matter? This is a duel, Perturabo. Don't act like a child who has lost his toy."

"Toy?! He's my son! You—"

"—Yes, I know. Sigismund is also my son. Now, excuse me, I don't have time to continue here with you. I still have a war to continue."

After the words fell, Rogal Dorn left his brother. Only the cold corpses of the Lord of the Fourth Legion and his son remained.

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silence.

Then, someone spoke softly.

"Wow." Alpharius said softly, then repeated. "Seriously, wow..."

"Hmm..." Sanguinius groaned with difficulty. "Roger..."

"I really didn't expect to see such a thing," said Leon El'jonson very quickly. "There is no doubt that this has involved murder, and whoever should take it seriously ... the cover-up is equally guilty."

"So that's what happened back then..."

Angron nodded thoughtfully, he looked at Lorgar, the expression of the Golden Word Messenger could only be described as serious at the moment: "It's no wonder Horus was so eloquent about this matter at that time, if he said If the truth is revealed, we may join forces and ask Dorn to give Perturabo an explanation."

The envoy of Jinyan suppressed his emotions and replied in agreement: "This has exceeded the limit that ordinary people can tolerate."

"The dialogue between you makes me feel a sense of separation..." Chagatai said noncommittally. "But I agree—yes, the insouciance and absurd attitude of this Donne in the picture is really impressive..."

He let out a breath and narrowed his eyes slightly.

And what about Roger Dorn and Perturabo as the protagonists of the screen?

All right......

They have only one thing in common now, they are all silent. It's just that the former is filled with resentment and even embarrassing silence, while the latter...

No, Perturabo didn't laugh, the reason for his silence was a special empathy.

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