Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Before today, Ezekiel never thought he would see such a scene.

The planet under their feet has become a battleship.

When the demons were thoroughly cleaned from the surface, the broken surface of the planet began to change. The remains of Astartes and the dead Astral Army flew from the ground, their bodies dissipated into the air, and Ezekiel was so sure he heard the chant. He took off his helmet and watched the scene solemnly and silently.

Immediately afterwards, golden light spots flew up and disappeared into the planet's atmosphere. Ezekiel stared in the direction in which they disappeared without saying a word.

The tremors on the ground made it difficult for him to stand still. Fortunately, the legs of the armor had an adsorption system, and they stood firmly on the ground. Ezekiel heard one of his brothers mutter to himself in an unforgettable tone on the communication channel: "He's watching us..."

"He's watching us all," Ezekiel replied.

The clouds on the planet's sky began to dissipate little by little, and the lightning cloud that had killed countless demons before also dissipated. The atmosphere thinned, the black unknown material obscured the sky, and a soft blue light illuminated the earth. A terrified voice burst into their communication channel.

Ezekiel heard who he was, the captain. He shouted gaily, "The Emperor is above—what the hell happened?"

He didn't understand it as a matter of course, even Astartes like Izikir find it difficult to understand such a scene, let alone a mortal. Another voice sounded in the communication channel, it was the ten thousand-year-old soldier. His voice was hoarse, and there was an indistinct liquid sound between his lips and tongue, as if he was swallowing blood.

"Calm down, mortal," he said coldly. "It's an honor that you are witnessing a miracle, enjoy it."

The sky was completely obscured, and the black material quickly deformed. Ezekiel found himself and his brothers slowly floating upwards—they didn't activate the jetpacks behind them, which was no doubt an anomaly. But more anomalous things have already happened, so they have done nothing but the necessary precautions.

Floating in the sky, Ezekiel's helmet goggles faithfully recorded the image.

The earth is deformed, the heavy firepower destroyed by the demons and the weapons scattered on the positions are all deformed a little bit, and they are integrated into the earth like a stream of water. The unseemly ground devastated by the war became flat and pitch-black at this time, and Ezekiel suddenly had a feeling that those weapons had not disappeared, on the contrary, they were still here.

His feeling is correct.

He Shenyan's perception at this time was quite complicated, thousands of different machine souls roared at him,

express his will.

These pure souls born in mechanical creations have only one purpose: to execute the mission after they were created, to kill all the enemies of mankind.

The mage comforted the past one by one, so that these old or young souls calmed down for the time being. He speaks of his purpose: I don't mean to melt you into building materials, you are now parts of an even greater destruction machine. When the time is right, you may unleash destruction on His enemies.

When they finally calmed down contentedly, He Shenyan couldn't help but sigh. Heck, it was a real challenge for him to speak in that tone.

But things have to be done.

He closed his eyes again, floating in the dark vacuum, reaching out and rewriting reality with his own will. The guy who led to the destruction of Cadian and the birth of the Great Rift never thought that after the warp affected reality, it made the operation of the mage possible at this time-you know, he would not dare to do it in other places.

Turning the planet into a battleship, such a large-scale action is bound to attract the attention of the four gods of chaos. Unfortunately, now that he is in the Great Rift, the Emperor can easily cast his brilliance here, and the four bastards will not be able to see him for a while.

Until they realize what's going on here....ha.

He Shenyan laughed happily, and the originally broken planet began to change. It was originally a broken sphere, covered with bruises, and now it looks like a complete sphere due to the obscured atmosphere.

And with the mage's will, the shape of the planet began to become majestic and aggressive. Thousands of cannon holes appeared on its surface - one is not much, one is not much, it is the number of those machine souls. No matter what they were originally, a gun or a tank, a normal plasma pistol or a bolter, they now have a new identity.

Enchanted artillery.

Each of them is independently controlled by a separate machine soul, and sixty-four runes swirl within their five-meter radius muzzle, shining with an ominous red light, ready to fire at any time, and in a state of battle at all times. These Machine Spirits are fiery now - they can't wait to kill.

The hull is extremely long, even a little scary. He Shenyan didn't want to be as rich as other ships in the empire...religious, but considering that he had to deal with people from other empires, he still pinched his nose and made a lot of Gothic ships. Go to the top.

These things are not decorations - each of them is enchanted by the mage himself, and then together they form a huge and exaggerated protective magic circle, which firmly protects the ship. Although he knows nothing about technology, He Shenyan is a well-deserved master of magic.

He didn't forget that monastery, and it was properly placed in the center of the hull as the place where the Astartes were stationed.

In his vision, the ship would carry the population of a planet. The upper and lower decks are all available, and all kinds of facilities are available, but the things like bird divination and void shields that imperial ships should have are not available. He Shenyan replaced these things with other means.

The life-support system of the hull is divided into two layers of circles, one ring and the other. The blue and black huge circles are hidden in the whole ship. The blue is responsible for constructing the atmosphere and purifying the subspace atmosphere, so that the whole ship The spirit of the people on the ship is always stable and cannot be invaded by any demons - unless the four shameless people end up in person.

The black one is specially responsible for producing all kinds of food and fresh water. This AI-like existence can accurately identify the people living in each room, and will supply food on time and on time according to the plan set in advance. Very convenient, but as for the source of energy.......

Isn't there a lot of planetary debris around here? The transformation of matter may still be an unattainable peak in the field of technology, but magic is not so clear.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, flashed his body, and returned to the first deck. Angron had been waiting here for a long time, and when he saw He Shenyan's arrival, a smile appeared on his face. Before he could speak, he saw the mage's footsteps falter and almost fell to the ground.

Waved to him not to worry, He Shenyan got up from the ground with some effort.

He complained, "This kind of trivial thing can make me feel tired now, damn it. Baita is really right, this universe is extremely unfriendly to mages."

Angron's face twitched.

Little... thing?

He looked at the white bridge deck under his feet, then turned to look at the porthole and the exquisite frescoes above his head - these things didn't exist at all half an hour ago, but now they remind him of his existence all the time. feel.

Angron said blankly: "Sometimes I really doubt whether you are human."

"Relax, my friend. Although I can drag the planet, clean the surface, and fabricate reality with a single thought - but I am indeed a human." The mage smiled and blinked, and Angron always felt that he meant something, like is talking about another person.

The Primarch sighed helplessly: "...About those warriors, what are you going to do?"

"What to do? You are the commander."

"...Do you think I can't see that you're just trying to be lazy?" Angron looked at him with a bit of laughter.

"Don't expose some things." He Shenyan yawned, the speed at which the magic power drained from his body made him feel hungry for the first time in so many years. He smacked his lips in discomfort, and suddenly wanted to grab a few Protoss to eat.

"Well, do you know their identities?" he asked.

Angron nodded: "A company of the Crimson Blades Chapter, sent to help this planet."

He paused before continuing, "...I noticed the paint on their armor."

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows.

He said slowly, "Oh, I probably get it—in your universe, that archangel is a traitor?"

silence.

Some things do not need to be answered, and Angron is reluctant to bring it up. Just thinking of that name made him chill, and anger once again seemed to replace the blood in his veins, causing his two hearts to beat wildly. Angron took a deep breath, trying to calm himself with his words and self-restraint.

He replied, "Yes, so I'm a little prejudiced against them."

He admitted it frankly, it was impossible. He Shenyan nodded knowingly: "So, you want me to come out and talk to them?"

"exactly."

The mage sighed: "Look, Angron. We are not in the universe you are familiar with, where Sanguinius is not a betrayer. Neither is his son. On the contrary, he is Well-loved across the empire. Some familiar faces may be different than you think, and you'll have to get used to that."

"I will.... work hard and try." Angron threw these words from the gap between his teeth word by word. He closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to talk any more. Anger surged up again.

He Shenyan knew that he was not angry with himself, but that the object of his anger was someone else.

The mage floated up and patted him on the shoulder, then walked away. Leaving Angron to sulking on the bridge alone.

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Anxiety and excitement coexisted in Ezekiel's heart.

He sat upright in the chair, and the partially damaged part of the monastery was repaired together in the recent planetary reshaping. The ancient monastery had now become difficult for him, both artistically and defensively.

He was sitting with his brothers in a church in the monastery, and the chairs that had been adjusted for them fit an Astarte perfectly—according to the angry one, someone wanted to see them.

They've been waiting here for a while, but Ezekiel doesn't care about that, he even wants to wait a little longer so he can see more of the paintings on the glass.

Footsteps were heard in the hallway, very soft, but he still caught it. Ezekiel and his brothers took off their helmets and placed them neatly between their knees, revealing seventeen different faces. Either handsome or poised or wild, without exception, they all have firm eyes.

A man pushed open the door of the church and walked in.

He was wearing a fine black robe, and his face was abnormally pale. Although he had already made psychological construction, Ezekiel was still taken aback - the man's eyes seemed to be burning with golden flames, and he didn't seem to notice this, but Ezekiel immediately felt it. A throbbing.

He and his brothers stood up and said in a deep voice, "Seventeen Astartes from the Third Company of the Crimson Blade, salute you, my lord."

"Don't be so restrained—what's with your attitude? Did the angry Mr. say something to you?" The man casually walked to the bulletin board, leaned on half of his body, and asked with a smile.

"Actually, it wasn't him who said it. It was the brother Jiva Doren," Ezekiel replied. "He said that you are his messenger, and after witnessing your power with my own eyes, I am convinced of that."

He Shenyan didn't know how to refute him for a while.

He was right, he was indeed the emperor's messenger, but this messenger was obviously different from the messenger he understood. But now is not the time to correct.

He Shenyan nodded: "The self-introduction can be saved for later, I'll get to the point, Crimson Blades, right?"

Ezekiel nodded.

"Do you have some secrets?"

This question made Ezekiel's expression a little frozen, and at this moment, countless guesses and thoughts of wanting to lie flashed in his mind. But looking at the man's burning golden eyes, he couldn't tell a lie in the end.

Ezekiel replied in a low voice, "Yes, my lord."

"Do you have an abnormal thirst for blood, and sometimes have strange hallucinations before and after the battle? Strength and speed have been enhanced, but they have become indistinguishable between enemy and me?"

"How did you know so clearly?!"

Ezekiel saw the man sigh, and then said something that he couldn't believe: "Because your genetic father is Sanguinius ...... not Robert Guilliman ."