Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

After all the top political leaders of the Empire were dead, Swain faced a huge problem: how would he do the work of all of them by himself?

Of course, Swain also knew that most of them were scum who would die ten times more. However, no matter how corrupt, incompetent, arrogant they are.... they still have some irreplaceable functions.

At least not now.

Swain couldn't conjure up a bunch of people who were well-versed in politics and administration out of the army and throw them in the palace and let them take care of that. To tell the truth, if the Legion outside Noxus enjoyed a high degree of autonomy, the entire regime would have almost collapsed by now. But it is obviously not a good thing to go on for a long time, and he must find a solution.

"...So you came to me?"

Darius raised his eyebrows, and he began to wonder if Swain had some mental problems - he didn't seem to be a person who has anything to do with politics. In fact, he should be the kind of person who would take The guy who kills politicians with an axe.

"No, I want you to issue an order with me, Darius. An all-real recruit for the Hand of Noxus should attract a lot of people." Swain said with a serious face, these The wrinkles on his face deepened. Even the white hair is inexplicably much more.

"recruit?"

"Yes." Swain sighed deeply. "It was a last resort, and I didn't expect this day to come. There's no one available to the Empire—and not in terms of the military, but in these damn political matters."

"Okay, but I have a few questions." Darius nodded. "First of all, even a political idiot like me understands one thing, officials don't grow out of the ground. Just like soldiers, they are only allowed to go on the battlefield after a long period of training. Otherwise it's not called conscription, it's called murder."

"I think the same is true for the officials you want to recruit. How can we guarantee that the people we recruit will grow into good 'soldiers'? Is it possible that you need to find a few inexperienced people and let them Do they play politics as they please? I know the consequences of what a layman does."

With deep exhaustion on Swain's face, he slowly explained: "There is a way that is not a solution. Recruit some experienced officials from the local area... Let them bring new people."

After receiving this answer, Darius' frowning not only did not loosen, but became tighter.

He asked: "Swain, we are a city-state union... You should know better than me the consequences of doing this."

"I said it before,

This is not the way to do it. ' Swain closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

This damn catastrophe... that damn watch.

He opened his eyes, and the hatred that burst out from there actually shocked Darius. He didn't know what made this man who was not happy and angry could be so angry.

Swain said: "You and I are the only remaining high-ranking generals in the empire - General Cyrus is now far away on the frontal battlefield and can't come back at all. And the remaining legions who are about to return to the empire, who knows what they are thinking. I don't have time to do the screening one by one, and these days dealing with decrees and responding to their communication requests is driving me crazy."

"Fuck politics..." Swain cursed angrily, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"What are you going to do?"

"Handle government affairs."

For some reason, Darius thought his voice sounded like a sigh.

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"New makeover? Now?"

Cronos looked shocked, and he asked: "That mortal is indeed qualified, but without the help of a doctor, how are we going to perform the reconstruction operation? There are nineteen operations that lasted for several years, not to mention that Brother Sean's The gene glands are not mature at all, right?"

"You have a lot of questions, which is a good thing. I'll answer them one by one." The mage looked patient.

He raised a finger. "First of all, doctor? There's a mage in front of you!"

Kronos' expression froze.

"Second... Who said that He and I only got a new gene seed?" He Shenyan said with a half-smile, and this sentence immediately made Kronos' breathing quicken. .

The muscle lines on his face tightened instantly, and the whole person looked like a piece of steel, a stubborn stone, but the voice he made was trembling: "... Another, another?"

"There are many, my dear friend." He Shenyan laughed. He has been deliberately holding back the news from Kronos, just for the shock and ecstasy on his face at this time.

"Very...a lot, a lot?" The news made Kronos dizzy, and even an Astarte couldn't withstand such a shock.

"Okay, stop teasing you."

The smile on He Shenyan's face disappeared in an instant, and he said slowly: "It's just a preliminary plan. At this stage, I only have fifteen gene seeds that are guaranteed to be feasible. The follow-up plan is still in the making. . If nothing else, Kronos, in a hundred years you can go back with a legion full of primarchs. Of course, there are countless Astartes like you."

All primordial.

Cronus Tiberius. A sub-group of the Ultramarines Legion, the Captain of the Battle Company of the Emperor's Sword Chapter. This venerable warrior who has fought for mankind for three hundred years in a burning galaxy full of war has fallen into a strange state.

He had kept his mouth wide open for more than a whole day at this point. He had to wear his helmet all the time to hide this ridiculous look. During the day, he did not speak to anyone, nor did he make any sound from his throat.

He kept reciting these four words in his heart.

All primordial.

All primordial.

It's all...primarchs...

By the end of the day, he finally giggled in his room.

In fact, He Shenyan didn't tell Kronos the whole truth - only the first three of the fifteen gene seeds were made by the emperor and the mage together, and the last twelve were all made by He Shenyan himself. The emperor also acquiesced to his behavior, and when He Shenyan showed him the gene seeds, he even seemed very happy.

"You really should study science. Your curiosity and action in scientific research are much stronger than many people." In that space, he said to the mage.

"Forget it, I have already planned to go all the way to the dark on the road of magic." The mage replied to him.

The Emperor clearly used the power of the warp when he created the Primarchs, and he was outspoken about it himself, giving all the knowledge a wizard wanted to know.

Even the essence of the Primarchs.

What is the subspace? He Shenyan understands it this way - it is a special space formed by the subconscious minds of all intelligent creatures in the universe. It is the opposite of the world, which is full of various chaotic scenes and can affect the real world. As natural warp creatures, the Primarchs are only a little different from the demon princes who are also warp creatures.

They look like people.

Yes, that is what the Primarchs are - they are the Emperor's archons. After the mage said this idea, the Emperor's expression became distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye. He sighed deeply, and then said to He Shenyan: "You better not say this to Kronos, otherwise I'm worried that he will go crazy."

"I understand that the truth is always hard to accept."

Yes, the truth is always hard to accept. Among those primarchs, there are not many people who can accept themselves as they are. The fact that they spent their entire lives battling warp creatures and later found out that they were one of them would obviously be difficult for many to accept.

The gene-seed made by He Shenyan uses the emperor's black technology and his own magic and magic power, which is only a little different from what the emperor himself did. He is not doped with the power of the warp.

The benefits of doing this are obvious: Primarchs are born warp creatures, and the projection of their souls in the warp is as dazzling as stars to the Chaos Gods and Demons, each of which is more or less dazzling. Few have faced Chaos head-on, and even the Fallen are in the majority.

After he renounced the power from the warp, these new warriors will undoubtedly never suffer the possibility of depravity again—unless the four bastards, shameless, come out and drag their souls into the warp themselves.

But the question also arises. The nature of the warp guarantees the special power and unique talents of the primarchs, but without the warp, can these new gene seeds be as powerful as the original primarchs?

He Shenyan gave his solution.

Compared to the Emperor, he is very free. This freedom is not just in the fact that he doesn't have to sit on a dead, broken chair and gradually become a mummified corpse every moment, but also in the fact that he can roam around many worlds. The more you see, the more you can use, and naturally you will not be forced to use the double-edged sword of the warp like the emperor.

For example, this gene seed in his hand at this time.

Compared to the seeds, that thing looked more like a spinning little nebula, with blue storms all over the nebula. Just looking at it can give people a cold feeling.

The mage played with it, and the tiny nebula slowly swirled and coiled in his hands and fingers. His eyes were fixed on it, and it was enough to make an ordinary person instantly become some kind of walking catastrophe, a living god.

Do I really want to do this?

He Shenyan was in a trance for a while, he remembered his original purpose of coming to Valoran: just to find a place for the Gwendelins, but now it has changed to save the humans of another universe from their heads. threat. He is even planning to create a group of super-soldiers that are even more superhuman than Superman, and then let them go back to the universe and liberate all mankind.

Putting the nebula back into his pocket dimension, He Shenyan's expression became thoughtful. What he has already decided will not be changed. The main question now is, who should use these gene seeds?

Inexplicably, he thought of Steve Rogers and Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent. This idea just appeared in his mind, and it began to take root and sprout quickly.

The mage smiled and sighed, and said in a low voice, "I'm probably crazy..."

A portal appeared under his feet, engulfing him.

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"Hey, Elm Head."

here we go again.

A woman's voice came from behind Shen, making his movements a little slower and his head starting to hurt. He sighed indistinctly and whispered, "Ms. Katerina, can you call me by my name?"

The glamorous red-haired female assassin raised her eyebrows and sneered, "You're really an Ionian through and through, why are you so rigid? You can also call me an assassin, a dagger, a rat in the gutter, or a scar. ,up to you."

"I still think we should call each other by name, it's better and more polite."

His stern answer made Katarina roll her eyes. She threw the dagger in her hand, leaned against the door to watch Shen treat a wounded soldier, and said casually, "You're really weird."

"how do I say this?"

"Few people will help someone who has just invaded their hometown."

"You didn't kill anyone."

"It's just too late, boy, you don't think we really don't kill people, do you?"

Shen's movements stopped, and just when Katerina thought she had achieved her goal, Shen said something she couldn't understand at all: "Nothing means nothing, Ms. Katerina."

"...Are you really out of your mind?"

"Okay, sir, you can stand up now, remember to stop strenuous activity with your right foot for two weeks." Shen patted the soldier in front of him, who nodded and stood up, full of gratitude He smiled at Shen. There was some guilt in the smile.

At this time, he turned his head to look at Katarina: "Perhaps, the people of the Equilibrium Sect are indeed not very normal."

"Equilibrium sect?"

"Yeah... Ha, let's go too far, Ms. Katerina. What do you have to do with me?" Shen smiled, when he wasn't wearing a mask, he was just an ordinary young man.

"Just trying to figure out why you're so obsessed with saving your enemies."

"You are not my enemy."

"We invaded you not too long ago—"

Shen interrupted her: "—without success, I remember we've had this conversation over and over again, Ms. Katerina. The hardest thing in the world is convincing another person, and I don't want to convince you of my actions. There is no other purpose. Please don't apply your philosophy of survival to me, okay?"

The female assassin was silent for a while, then whispered, "I just simply don't believe that someone like you exists."

"Why not?" Shen smiled lightly.

He continued: "And besides, I'm not really that kind. If the Noxians were attacked by other nations, I wouldn't be here at all. But since you are attacked by such abominable creatures, I can't stand idly by. It's my duty as the Eye of Twilight. What's not human...must be cast out."

Katerina was happy again, she didn't seem to hide her feelings at all: "I knew you must have other plans! How can there be people in the world who really help others without asking for anything in return?"

Watching the childish female assassin leave, Shen smiled and shook his head.

Noxian ahhhhhhh.

He shouted out the door: "Next!"

A furry head poked in, and Shen's eyes widened in surprise. It was a vastaya, with a very strong atavism. She looks exactly like a... humanoid cat with a cat's head on it?

She was wearing a leather armor, her thighs were exposed, and her tail was swept across the back of her waist. A pair of blue cat pupils stared at Shen, his eyes full of inquiry.

Shen's gaze swept across the pads of her palms without a trace.

"Hello, I heard that there is a doctor here to treat the soldiers, so I am here."

"Yes, I'm the doctor... What's the problem with you? I mean, where did you hurt?" Shen asked after inviting her to the chair in front of him.

She smiled a little embarrassedly, and all the soldiers seemed to be like this when they faced him. She stretched out her right hand, and there was a dark red bandage soaked in blood on the pad. She said, "That's right, doctor. Uh, I was shot with an arrow some time ago. It wasn't very timely at the time, and it's been about twenty days now, isn't it?"

She thought about it and said, "Well, anyway, I found that the wound didn't grow as well as before, and then I heard about your doctor. I came to you."

Shen stretched out his hand and held her meat pad, the feeling of starting it made him squeeze involuntarily. The female warrior immediately shuddered, her body trembled, and her face turned red. But she seemed to regard this as some kind of special judgment of the doctor, so instead of avoiding it, she asked: "Do you see anything, doctor?"

Shen coughed: "I have to unwrap your bandage first, ma'am, it may involve your wound, try to hold back, okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid at all!" She screamed suddenly, but Shen didn't stop. He kept opening the bandages before stopping.

"Hug, sorry, doctor, I didn't know it would hurt so much... I thought it was just like being chopped off." She smiled embarrassedly.

Shen's expression turned serious. "Well, ma'am, this is very rare - you shouldn't be in such pain. That arrow may have been poisoned, which is one of the reasons why you haven't healed yourself. The self-healing ability of the Vastaya is much higher than that of humans. If someone else came, he might not be able to keep this hand."

His words made the female soldier's ears tug down, and she asked with a pale face, "I, am I going to amputate?"

"No...but you have to bear it." Shen raised his head and glanced at her, a purple light glowing in his hands.