Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Presidium's Presbyterian Church is located in the center of the city, and although the location is good, its appearance does not appear to be very luxurious. On the contrary, there is no decoration on the plain white walls. If Racha had not known in advance, he would not have thought that this place is actually the seat of the Presbyterian Church.

There were two guards standing at the door, not to mention armor, they didn't even have weapons. The older one saw Racha running towards them, and quickly reached out his hand to stop him.

"What's the matter with you?"

Racha now only felt the burning pain in his lungs. He stammered and said with difficulty: "Nok... Noxus, Noxus wants to invade us!"

The older guard hurriedly reached out his hand to interrupt him: "Oh! This is not a nonsense, boy. The Noxian people are talking with the elders inside. It is said that they want to buy some Ionian specialties and sell them back. The price is quite high.”

The slack guard who had been leaning against the outer wall without speaking nodded at this time: "Yes, they are quite generous. But..."

He turned to Racha, his expression serious: "Are you sure you're telling the truth?"

"Exactly!"

Racha was relieved, and quickly told what he had seen and heard by the river outside the city. When he said the words "war mason" from his mouth, the older guard still didn't respond. But the young man's expression became more solemn.

He took out his hands that had been in his wide sleeves, and they were all covered with bandages: "I thought you were talking nonsense, but it is impossible for people who talk nonsense to know the existence of the war mason."

The older guard was a little confused. He asked his companion in confusion: "What? What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, Ruizo, it's better for you to go home, this is not something you can participate in now."

He drove the older guard away in a few words, then dragged Racha to a secluded corner of the door. The courtyard is full of flowers and plants, and several trees shade the sun, making it very quiet. In the center there is an exquisite gazebo, and an old man is talking with a man with a knife on his waist.

The guard glanced at them, then motioned for Racha to crouch down. He said, "My name is Huaizhuo, how about you?"

"Racha...you know the war mason?"

"Yes, I am the son of Elder Huaifeng in the Presbyterian Church." Huaizhuo nodded, and Racha noticed that his hands were constantly rubbing.

He went on: "We have been paying attention to these masons for a long time,

They are said to be the elite Noxian troops, specializing in exploring other countries for possible invasion routes and local secrets. If everything you say is true, then today we might be spared a war. "

Racha asked anxiously, "What should I do?"

Hearing this, Huaizhuo shook his head: "Wait, wait until they have finished talking, and then go to the elder. Now it is possible for them to start planning ahead of time."

They had been waiting patiently for a long time. The elder in the gazebo and the Noxian seemed to be having a good conversation, and they shook hands when they stood up.

This made Huaizhuo snort, and Racha was a little surprised. Only those particularly old-fashioned Ionians would find this newfound etiquette of the outside world out of line. But now is not the time to think about these things.

It didn't take long for the Noxian to leave the main entrance, and the elder seemed very happy. He shook his head and hummed the opera, and Huaizhuo quickly jumped out of the bushes and pulled Racha with him, which surprised the elder. He almost opened his mouth to call for the guards, and after seeing Huaizhuo's face clearly, he relaxed.

The elder complained and said, "Huaizhuo! What are you doing? You are already twenty summers, and soon twenty-one summers. You are not the age to be naughty when you were young!"

Seeing that the elder was about to start counting down his dark history, Huaizhuo's eyes twitched. He quickly interrupted the elder and said, "Elder Dulu, I have something to report!"

"Is it important?"

Elder Dulu frowned, then shook his head amusingly: "What can you do? Come on, let's hear it, besides, this gentleman, you won't be pulled by Huaizhuo to carry out his work. Is it a prank?"

Lachao looked towards Huaizhuo, who gave him a positive look. So Racha took a deep breath, he slowed down his speech, and clearly recounted what he saw and heard by the river outside the city.

With his narration, Elder Dulu's face has become more and more solemn from the beginning of indifference, and at the end, his face is almost gloomy and dripping with water.

The old man raised his head, and a strange cry came out of his mouth. Then, a burly man in black appeared inexplicably from the shadows of the courtyard.

He came to Elder Duru and knelt down on one knee, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter with you?"

"Surveillance of Noxians one level higher, and..." He turned to Racha, his expression softened a little. "What's your name, sir?"

"My name is Racha, elder."

"Very good." Elder Duru nodded, and he continued: "Can you still remember the appearance of those two people?"

Racha nodded, Elder Dulu took a step back, and the burly man stepped forward. He stretched out his right hand, and a cloud of white light slowly condensed on it. He said softly to Racha, "Relax, sir, and think about the faces of the two of them."

Racha did as he was told, and when he opened his eyes again, the burly man had disappeared. And Elder Dulu's expression became more serious, he said to Huaizhuo: "Where is your father?"

Huaizhuo replied expressionlessly, "It's outside the city."

"Outside the city? What is he doing outside the city?" Elder Dururu frowned and asked, "Didn't I say let him stay in Presidian for a while before doing his travels?"

"He can't rest, elder. He said he had ants crawling on his body after staying at home for two days, and now he should not know where to go to write his book."

Dulu shook his head: "I don't have a good character all day long... If it weren't for his books that were really useful, you can't see if I can cure him!"

Huaizhuo smiled indifferently: "Then you can quickly treat him, so that I can become an elder. It's very tiring to watch the door every day."

His words were glared by Dulu, and then the elder performed a unique trick of changing his face. When he turned to Racha, he had become amiable: "Mr. Racha, are you a Presidian?"

Racha shook his head, and then Dulu continued: "Do you live locally? Did you come for a pilgrimage or a trip?"

"I live in Precidian."

"That's good, please pay attention to your own safety these days, Noxians are not easy to mess with... These damned barbarians, I really thought they were just here for business!" he said. .

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"A Day to Think: Sacrifice is the cornerstone of empires."

Astarte wrote the last sentence and put away the pen and paper.

Even if he is currently in another dimension, he still does not slack off. The Empire now has a nickname for the Astartes: monks.

This title can fully explain how much they need to bear - not to mention the selection training and reconstruction surgery that are very harsh and the mortality rate is horrendous, even if you survive these things, you really become an Aspen Tate. But there are still countless challenges waiting for you after that.

Such as the demons of the warp.

Just thinking about them made Kronos feel a hateful itching from his teeth. These abominable alien, filthy enemies of humanity should all be skinned and cramped...

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

The commoners call them the Emperor's angels of death, walking demigods. But the truth is only known to the Astartes themselves - yes, they did become extremely powerful through transformation surgery. But in the face of those inhuman things, the only thing that can protect their bodies is power armor.

And the only thing that can protect their souls is their own belief in the Emperor.

If you are not careful, you may be corrupted and corrupted. The demons of the warp are everywhere, and they wantonly sow chaos across the boundaries of the empire, every day, every hour, every moment. The Empire has countless mortals who have died because of them.

The Emperor is above, how long shall I be here?

It's nice here, picturesque, and mortals live very happy lives. Sitting in the tower at this moment he could even hear the children playing in the streets, but this was not the place for Astartes.

They were born because of war, and naturally they should stay on the battlefield. In this peaceful place, Kronos feared that his nerves would gradually become dull and slow. Besides, he missed his brothers.

He Shenyan went downstairs slowly, he seemed to be in a good mood. Looking at Kronos, who was sitting upright, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"war."

The giant as tall as a hill replied in a low voice, which made the mage raise his eyebrows: "By the way, I haven't asked you. You said I was a psionicist before, can you introduce me?"

"What's so difficult about this?"

Kronos pondered for a while, then said: "Psykers... are hated, but we also have to rely on their power. Their power comes from the dangerous warp, and the enemy of mankind - the devil Existing in the Warp. Whenever they use those dangerous psionic spells, their own souls are projected into the Warp..."

He Shenyan nodded: "I understand."

He said slowly: "I come from another world, where there are many mages in the world. Except for the lucky ones who get away with magic books, most people learn magic in Kama Taj."

"And the most powerful mage in the world is my teacher, the ancient one. She is called the supreme mage. Before she appeared, there were countless dangers waiting for the earth in the universe. For example, aliens, evil gods. And the earth It's not safe either, the creatures of heaven and the demons of hell are all around mortals..."

Cronos did not rush to raise his own questions, but chose to listen patiently.

The mage went on to say: "However, when she was born, the world changed. Angels and demons can no longer invade the world wantonly as usual, and all the aliens who are malicious to the earth have been beaten back by her. Now. As for those evil gods... Ha."

He sneered and said nothing more: "It sounds a bit similar to your world, doesn't it?"

Kronos sighed faintly: "However, we need to defend more than one planet? The entire galaxy has been ignited by war, and the human beings on those planets are suffering all the time, and these could have been avoided."

The wizard didn't speak for a while, and when he spoke again, he asked a question: "Listen, Kronos. Have you ever faced such a question in the past?"

"what is the problem?"

"The trolley problem... ah, you probably haven't heard of this. Let me explain, if you sacrifice one person, you can save countless others, would you choose to sacrifice?"

Astarte nodded without hesitation: "Yes. It is an honor for them to dedicate their lives to the Emperor. When they die, their souls will stand by the Emperor's side in glory, turning into his heroic spirits and overlooking with him. The Milky Way, to provide protection for humanity."

He Shenyan realized that he had asked the wrong person. Obviously, the world of Kronos was extremely cruel and extremely dangerous. It is precisely because of this that their humanity can burst into a brighter light in such a world. Ask him, you can't get the answer you want to know. Just as he laughed at himself, Kronos spoke up.

"Sacrifice is commonplace for us, and my brother and I were ready to sacrifice—from the moment we were drafted into the Chapter. But your situation is obviously a little different than ours, I mean , have you asked him himself? Is he willing to make this sacrifice?"

He Shenyan showed a rare wry smile: "This is the problem, Kronos. I don't know if she will agree, but I don't want to be rejected... After all, it means the life of a whole world."

"So you're forcing her to sacrifice herself, aren't you?" Cronos asked calmly.

"No." He Shenyan said without hesitation.

"I've got a better way," he said softly.

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Racha returned home after that, confident that he was not found by the two masons.

But as Elder Durrow said, no one knows how many the war masons have planted in Ionia, and Presidian has a considerable number of Noxians, so he went out yesterday except for the usual morning work. Haven't been anywhere outside of life.

Racha couldn't understand how anyone would want to invade them—the world should be peaceful in this simple Ionian idea. He was taught from an early age to be kind to people, and he had little conflict with others in his life, and most of the Ionians were like him, except those of the practitioners and martial artists of the dojo.

Aggression, what a terrible word. He even heard the word poison gas. Although he didn't understand what poison gas meant, it couldn't be a good thing that had something to do with poison. When he was young, he was bitten by a snake because of his playfulness, and he almost went to be with the sheep spirit.

Lying in his bed, Racha absently thought about the faces of the two war-stoners, and he recalled every word they said.

"Continue to lurk, it is not yet time to start a war."

"Very well, keep monitoring. Presidian is the heart of Ionia, and if the Empire is going to take it at the least cost, we must destroy it in one go."

As the memory rewinded, Racha's face gradually turned pale, and he suddenly realized one thing: the two war masons were obviously Noxians, but... But why did they say Io Nigerian? !

He immediately got up from the bed, and after getting dressed, he wanted to go and inform Elder Durrow. Just as Racha's hand was on the doorknob, a thunder flashed in his mind: Since even I can understand this, how could Elder Dulu not think of it?

A terrifying guess made him tremble. Despite this, he went out and walked towards the Presbyterian Church with a heavy heart. In order to hurry up, he chose to take a small path.

There are no people on the Presidian Road at night. People follow the ancient tradition of living and resting at sunrise, and few people choose to travel at night. Racha was walking on the street alone, his footsteps were monotonous and rapid, but just as he was about to reach the door of the Presbyterian Church, he saw a familiar figure.

Huaizhuo.

He was sneaking out of the door, tiptoeing. For some reason, Racha, who was standing in the alley across the street, held his breath as he carefully pressed against the wall. Don't let yourself make any noise.

After walking out of the door, Huai Zhuo gently closed the door. The moon was still bright tonight, and Racha could see his expression—it was a sad face, and Huaizhuo seemed even more worried than him.

He only walked a few dozen meters before the door of the Presbyterian Church was opened. Elder Dulu's voice came, with a burst of anger: "If you don't sleep at night, where do you want to go?"

Huaizhuo's back froze, he turned around, his face returned to normal: "It's just that I can't sleep and go out for a walk."

"Don't imitate your father, Huaizhuo. Come back and rest, I almost let you stinky boy slip away again..."

Elder Durrow muttered, as long-winded as those old men of old age. Huaizhuo smiled apologetically and ran to the door in two or three steps, but instead of going in directly, he stood by the door and asked softly, "Why are you still not sleeping so late?"

Hearing this, Elder Du Lu glanced at him angrily, reached out his hand and knocked on his head: "Is it because you son of a bitch wakes up too loudly at night? Just shallow. Okay, come in quickly, if you don't want to sleep, I still want to sleep. If you don't come in, I'll lock the door, and you can go to the street by yourself!"

Huaizhuo shook his head and said sadly, "So it's really you."

Elder Duru frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"No need to pretend, elder. I was so anxious yesterday that I didn't understand the key... Racha is an Ionian born and raised, how could he possibly understand Noxian?"

"The two war masons are not fools, and the people who can become war masons are the elite of the elite. How could they not find the peeping of a civilian like Racha?"

"Besides, he doesn't come early, and he doesn't come late. It happened when my father was out of town, and it was the day I was on duty... You've already done the math, right?"