Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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Jumping gang warfare is one of the most common offensive methods in the empire, and it is often the most efficient.

That's not to say that the weapons on Imperial ships are not easy to use, but the Jump Gang has an advantage that all weapons can't match.

It can annihilate the enemy without damaging the ship in a small area. You must know that although the empire is vast and has many people, the fleet and ships are only bad. Of course, ships that have been polluted by chaos are not acceptable, but pirates, ships after the rebellion of the mortal auxiliaries... and so on are all within the acceptable range.

Jumping gang battles should naturally become the first choice in this situation.

It's definitely not what some people claim to be 'melee is blessed by the emperor', 'severing the head of the enemy with the holy chainsaw is a sacrifice to the emperor', but in any case, the empire's love for jumping gang battles is out. name.

The first bridge.

Eighteen Astartes stood silently on the silver ground, and Jiva Doren was among them. The painting of his armor was actually somewhat similar to the Astartes of the Crimson Blades Chapter, but if you look closely. Looking at it, you will find that it is actually quite different.

——The most intuitive problem is his missing right shoulder armor... The entire power armor is old and mottled, and the surface is full of scars.

It looked like it was in disrepair. Even the poorest Chapter wouldn't be so stingy with Power Armor, but Jivaldoron didn't care what others saw.

Warband? I used to be in the Legion of World Eaters...

It's a pity that the army has completely disappeared.

Givaudron looked up, and his eyepiece caught a giant.

Angron walked slowly from the opposite side of them. The red and black armor on his body was dull and dull, without the reflection and luster that any metal should have. There is no decoration on his armor, except for the red cape behind him and the double-headed eagle representing the Empire on his chest.

The Emperor's sacred prayer, or the skull representing the purity of mankind, the logo of his legion... All these, Angron has no choice. But the more concise it is, the more powerful it is.

His eyepieces were crimson, and he held a great axe that shone with thunder.

His voice, which was muffled by the breathing grille, sounded on the first bridge: "The enemy is not far from the bridge - these stupid and pathetic traitors don't even know we are coming."

Angron let out a deep laugh: "It's good, but I'm not satisfied. Only a dead traitor is a good traitor."

"Come on, warriors. Let's bleed them....so they know that anyone who tries to become a sepsis against the Empire will be purged from the universe by us! "

For the first time, the voice of the Primarch of Courage was so passionate and charismatic, a voice the Angron of this universe had never had. Givaudan looked at him, and his heart was filled with grief, presumably the World Eaters from another universe are much better than them?

There is such a primarch...

The blue lights above the bridge changed color, from blue to a rapid flashing red, and a neutral voice echoed across the bridge: "The teleportation is about to start, please get ready."

Blue light began to light up under their feet, and Jivaldoren let out a breath, already holding his hand on the chainsaw sword at his waist. He cleared his mind of the unnecessary thoughts, leaving only the coldest and cruelest of them all.

kill.

Kill all the enemies of mankind.

He recited this sentence silently, and his figure and others gradually disappeared in the transmitted light.

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The captain looked at the 'ground vehicle' in front of him with a dull expression, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.

It's not his fault, any soldier will probably show such an expression when he sees this so-called vehicle.

The soldiers behind him weren't much better either. Of the three hundred and seventy-six soldiers, none of them could understand what was going on.

The captain's voice trembled: "Excuse me, my lord, please explain, what exactly is this...?"

The intelligent circle in charge of guiding them said: "No, I am not human, and there is no need to treat me with etiquette among humans."

A white light descended from above and landed on the ground, pointing out a way forward for them. The magic circle continued: "Please move forward, your transportation is ahead."

"No, no, I know this is a vehicle for us, I just want to know, what the heck is this?"

The array's answer was still emotionless: "Transportation."

"..."

The captain took a deep breath. He looked at the huge steel dragon made of pure metal and felt a headache after a long absence. This was something he had never felt since he got off the hospital bed. There is a faint urge to resuscitate.

"Okay, so how do we manipulate it? You gotta tell us about this... thing?"

"The 'Deep Destruction' mechanical dragon version is a special golem. It is equipped with a planetary compression and destruction cannon. It has basic intelligence and will automatically identify enemies and friends. The maximum load is 30,000 people. There is no need to manually control the battle, and the golem itself will target The enemy and the current environment use the best strategy."

"After testing, it has excellent anti-magic resistance, and can resist surface-level evocative spells and master-level control spells. Magic alloys and shields can block various physical damage to the greatest extent. Such as artillery, gunpowder weapons, and laser weapons. …”

Seeing that this die-hard magic circle was going to tell the introduction all the time, the captain quickly stopped: "Okay, okay, I understand. That is to say, we just need to board this... mechanical giant Dragon, is it alright?"

"agree."

"What about our mission?"

"Rescue civilians. If an enemy is found, kill them on the spot. However, the existence of the enemy is doubtful, and the search spell carried on the Revenge has not found any enemy."

"Vengeance?"

"The name of the battleship."

The captain nodded, he had seen many similar names. What Emperor's Wrath, Righteous Vengeance, the list goes on and on. But it's pretty rare to just call it revenge.

Revenge for whom?

He took the problem to the bottom of his mind, turned to look at his soldiers, and was about to give a pre-war speech when he realized that this was originally the job of a political commissar... He wasn't very familiar with it.

But it has come to this point, and if you are not familiar with it, you must be familiar with it.

So the captain cleared his throat and said solemnly, "The 4th Company of the 812th Regiment of Cadian, you—forget it."

He laughed suddenly and shook his head helplessly. The expressions on the faces of the soldiers had already told him everything, so what was the pre-war mobilization? Just let them board that thing...

"Ready to climb... hell, what's this thing called? Ready to climb the dragon!"

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He Shenyan told Angron that he had something to kill.

He didn't say what it was. Angron had many guesses. If the mage knew, he would tell Angron that none of your guesses were correct.

What he wants to kill does not exist in the real plane, does not exist in this universe, and is not even a living being.

What he's going to kill is...a disease.

Smashing the Nurgle-tainted planet in the warp was not without cost, and even if he borrowed some of the power of the Star Torch, he had to make the most of it himself. Everything in the Warp is a projection from the real world, they exist, but they don't exist either. Demons can go to the physical realm, but the polluted planet is different.

It has become Nurgle's favorite, and God knows what evil plague this loving father has played in her cauldron to turn a planet into something that can move around, and she peers into the world's eyes.

And He Shenyan, who shattered her eyes, was inevitably targeted.

Ask, what happens when Nurgle looks on?

Answer and she will bless you. After all, she is kind.

Due to the special nature of the mage, she gave a particularly powerful blessing. But He Shenyan didn't want it at all. At this moment, he was on a small broken planet, and the magic power quickly washed every corner of his body, trying his best to resist the pollution from Nurgle.

Her blessing was more troublesome than He Shenyan had expected. It seems that the smashing of her 'television station' made the loving father very angry, but it was worth it...

Who knows what would happen to a demonized planet left in the physical realm? He burned the projection of the planet in the warp to ashes with the brilliance of the star torch, and the planets in the material realm naturally vanished into ashes. That's what you have to do to kill demons - to kill them in the physical realm, that's called expulsion.

But if you go to the warp to kill them, then these fallen demons are really dead, once and for all, and there will be no chance of harming human beings again.

"Huh..." The mage exhaled a green mist with ice crystals between his lips and teeth. In order to prevent those plagues from contaminating himself, he even had to use the black ice that killed Captain Marvel to freeze his internal organs.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, but he has to endure it, otherwise, the consequences are so serious that he doesn't even want to imagine.

His soul is very closely connected with his body, due to the special practice decree of the Kama Taj Masters, he can temporarily resist this special plague that only targets him, and is not immediately pulled into the realm of Nurgle. But the problem has not been solved, the soul is one thing, the body is another.

"Damn it..."

He Shenyan coughed, and the fog-like ice crystals spewed out, forming a solid black ice in the vacuum, which he wiped away. The plague of Nurgle was so nasty that it wasn't even a plague at all.

She blessed He Shenyan with a little anger and a deep love, just like her love for others. The blessing had its effect as they came out of the warp, enhancing his physical strength every moment, but at the cost of his body being constantly deformed.

Therefore, He Shenyan will always use magic power to wash his body and freeze his internal organs with hard ice - if he doesn't do this, his body will immediately transform into a constantly distorted flesh and blood polymer. Losing his human form is not terrible, but the consequences of that Yes, his body would transform into Nurgle's new eyes.

The bond between his soul and body will also disappear without a trace, which means that he is immediately drawn into Nurgle's realm. At that time, He Shenyan was not sure how long he could resist.

Still careless, these four gods are more difficult to deal with one by one.

The situation was already so critical, but the mage remained calm. He thought about it again and again and decided to take a big bet.

From this point of view, his character is actually in the same line as Gu Yi, both of them are first-class gamblers, and the similarity is terrifying. Gu Yi is willing to risk his life and countless futures for an uncertain future, while He Shenyan...  

A golden flame lit up in his right hand, and the psionic energy from the Emperor had extremely strong suppression and lethality to anything in the Warp. It was not used before, because his body was also marked with Nurgle's power mark. If he used it, he was afraid that this spiritual energy would burn his body and Nurgle's blessing to the ground.

But now, he had to use it.

Staring at the golden flame, He Shenyan realized that it would be very painful next time.

He swallowed the flames.

As soon as the Emperor's psionic flame entered his esophagus, there was an extremely strong change in it. He Shenyan bent down, as if someone had been punched in the abdomen.

The skin on his throat was glowing golden, and the skin was already reddened—the smell of burning flesh was unmistakably transmitted into his nostrils, carrying the Emperor's psychic energy, producing the same in the nostrils. pain. He Shenyan roared with a ferocious expression, and he simply increased his intensity.

Fuck you Nurgle!

The mage's bloodshot eyes carried his madness as always, from tearing his soul at the beginning of the first crossover, to using the soul as a weapon to swallow those angels from the eternal heaven, he has always been like this.

The flames did not live up to him.

Using Nurgle's blessing as fuel, they danced swiftly and frantically in the mage's body. Burning all his internal organs to ashes, golden blood continuously poured out of his mouth, nose, eyes and throat, and the bleeding mage fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

The magic is still at work, and they follow the master's will, running firmly and persistently, repairing the damage in his body. Nurgle's Blessing and the Emperor's Fire battled within him, and a tug-of-war began between the two. He Shenyan couldn't describe the pain it caused.

He didn't even understand why he was still awake.

But he's awake, the pain is getting stronger, and his brain is getting clearer. His expression suddenly calmed down, like the Dead Sea, unable to make any waves. But the flames in the body are still burning.

"Burn it, burn it harder..." He muttered to himself, and a golden flame condensed and swallowed it again.

The pain was several times stronger than before, and the mage was so painful that he couldn't even maintain his kneeling position. He collapsed on the ground, and the seven orifices were still oozing blood. There was the sound of flesh and bones exploding.

He looked up at the sky with a wicked smile, and what was in his mind was very simple.

Sooner or later, all of you bastards will be killed...

But, as we all know, bad things always come one after the other.

In the sky above him, a multi-colored cloud appeared, which seemed to change all the time. No matter the shape or the color. It floated slowly to the mage, and a blasphemous creature tore the gap between the warp and reality and emerged from it.

It has two heads, both in the shape of birds, and the four curious eyes staring at the mage with a completely unconcealed smile. The two huge blue-purple wings behind him slowly unfolded, and the huge monster greeted the mage in a wise tone.

It said: "Hello, powerful mage. I'm Carlos the 'Life Weaver'. I met for the first time. It seems that your situation is not very good."

The mage looked at it but did not speak.

Carlos, the self-proclaimed life-weaver, both had smiles on their heads, and it rattled, making the already terrifying scene even more terrifying. It circled the mage, laughing and saying, "Do you need help?"

The mage remained silent.

"Hey, that's not good—" It stretched out a finger, trying to touch the mage's right hand. But it was blocked by a transparent magic circle, and the finger was also burned to ashes by the sudden scarlet flames.

Carlos retracted his hand indifferently. It didn't even look at the fingers it lost. It just smiled and continued: "Do you know what you will become?"

"The carrion's psionic power cannot save you, he cannot save himself. You will become Nurgle's puppet after your excruciating pain, and the reason and profound knowledge that you are proud of as a spellcaster will dissolve into nothingness. trace."

"Your body will be a huge, multiplying and decaying corpse. Full of abscesses, dripping mucus all the time. And your own soul will be trapped in this shell, watching Nurgle Drive your body to destroy one human world after another."

"Isn't it scary?" It giggled, its long tongue sticking out of the bird's head on the left, and licking the eyes of the bird's head on the right.

"However, I have a way to save you from this misery, what do you think?"

He Shenyan looked at it coldly, and suddenly grinned. He supported the ground with trembling hands, swayed all over, and stood up little by little. The flames had already spread to his eyes at this time, except for the protected brain, which was not harmed by Nurgle, the rest of the body was burned by the flames.

His eyes are no exception. The two eyeballs have been burned into glass-like crystal ash, and they spilled out of his body as his body shook. But He Shenyan still stood up.

Carlos watched his movements with interest, looking forward to his next move. This human being is too special and too dazzling. The moment he appeared in the warp, even Tzeentch himself was disturbed. Such souls thirsting for knowledge and change will surely fall at the feet of the Lord of Change.

This is his destiny.

This is also the destiny that my life weaver Carlos weaves for you.

It looked at He Shenyan, waiting for his next move. But the mage just shook his head, the golden blood on his face had dried up, and with this shaking, some new ones flowed out.

He coughed a few times, and he vomited out some impurities and golden fluid. The mage wiped the corner of his mouth, laughed, and said in a voice that became hoarse after being burned: "You are really brave, bird-headed man."

Carlos's four eyes suddenly shrank, and his left head shouted: "No, this is impossible!" It looked very panicked.

But the head on the right seems to be in the chest: "What else can you do?"

"What can I do?" He Shenyan smiled and then stretched out his right hand.

His right hand approached Carlos's body slowly and without restraint. This great demon of Tzeentch, who had induced countless tragedies to happen, was unable to move his body at this time.

It helplessly saw the Master's handprint on its chest, and heard the human say in a weak tone, "What do you think I can do?"

"boom!"

A golden flame erupted from the palm of his right hand, and while blowing his arm, it also made the immobile bird-headed demon eat this psychic gift from the Emperor. The man whom it called a carrion with contempt, now poured his anger on Carlos.

It screamed and rolled around on the ground, far from the so-called life-weaver's style and grace - it now looked more like a wolf shedding chicken.

He Shenyan limped to it and stepped on its right wing. His only left hand grabbed its wings, and Carlos had foreseen what was happening, and it neighed in horror, but was completely unable to stop what was about to happen next.

At this moment, the mage stopped. He approached Carlos' bird head and said softly: "I know who you are, Carlos. I also know what your master has done to you - you can see Past and future, right? Your master threw you into the Well of Eternity, and you are the only one of your kind to come back alive."

He grinned, flames pouring out of his throat, scorching one side of Carlos' head: "It is said that if I ask you a question, one of your heads will tell the truth, and the other will tell an equally believable lie. ."

"You can see the past and the future, no wonder you call yourself a life weaver, so, now... please tell me one thing, can you see the 'now'?"

The mage asked it with a smile, "You know what I'm going to do to you, right? Then you—"

His left hand exploded, flames poured out, and Carlos's half of the wing was easily torn off by him. The Emperor's psychic energy surged wildly on this great demon, and Carlos's scream gradually weakened. It asked, "You... what have you done to me?"

"I deprived you of the ability to see the future, aren't you scared? This should be the first time you've seen someone who is capable of doing this kind of thing?" He Shenyan still smiled, his eyes scorched black , nothing to regenerate. But it made Carlos feel a long-lost emotion.

Its body trembled, and fear overwhelmed it. This was the first time the demon could not see the future, and his heart was filled with uncertainty.

More paradoxically - this is one of thousands of changes, it should be happy about it, but Tzeentch's influence seems to be moving away from it a little bit with the entry of those flames.

It does not feel the joy of the past, only fear. It bit its heart like a shadow, and at the same time, a problem that it couldn't understand was born.

"What a terrifying ability to see the future. It's like cheating, don't you think it's no fun?"

He Shenyan muttered, and he twisted his neck. Golden flames gushed out from the rupture of the left and right hand wounds, forming two new arms. They consist of pure fire, with the wrath of the Emperor.

With his anger too.

"Let's have some fun, what do you think?" The mage pulled Carlos off the ground with his new arm. He stretched out his left hand and pinched it on the neck of the bird's head on the left of the shivering Demon Lord. Then he smiled maliciously.

"No-no! Please! I can tell you a lot of secrets! I'll never lie to you, I can--no!"

"It's still a long time, Carlos."

In its screams, He Shenyan gently twisted off its left head and turned it into fly ash. The flames again stripped it of some of its powers. Carlos fell to his knees in despair, this time, it couldn't even see the past.

"No...no...it's not true..."

"It's true, open your eyes and look at me - you still have two eyes." The mage said dissatisfied, and then put his foot on its chest.

Seeing it slumped to the ground without any image, He Shenyan's eye sockets grew two new eyes. It is also golden and terrifying like a flowing flame. Just staring at it made Carlos feel a burning pain.

It muttered to itself like crazy: "How can you break free from fate? I saw it, I saw it - you clearly became one of us!"

"Fate? Let it come and talk to me in person." The mage said blankly. "It just so happens that I also have a lot of things I want to talk to about."

"As for now..." He Shenyan looked up at the sky, some new clouds were condensing, and it seemed that Tzeentch couldn't sit still. He lowered his head, looked at Carlos who had become a waste, and smiled.

"Your master is very interested in you, Carlos. He actually sent someone to protect you, look there!"

He carefully straightened Carlos' remaining right head and pointed out the positions of those clouds for him. He also waved his hand towards the sky very politely, with a bright smile.

It's just that this smile is so terrifying with the dried golden blood on his face. Seeing this, the clouds that were approaching quickly stopped immediately and stopped moving.

"Unfortunately, I can't let her take you back."

Carlos heard the mage say in a voice full of regret, suddenly realizing in its chaotic mind that he regretted that he couldn't torture it any longer.

But it still doesn't understand one thing.

"You—how did you..." it said hard. "Why doesn't my words do anything to you? Why doesn't the future I see become reality in me? Why can't I see your past? Why?"

It was madly repeating why, as if this matter hit it more than anything hit it. This ever-changing devil, the great devil of Tzeentch has lost its original light at this time, and it doesn't care that it will be reborn in the warp. I just want to understand why the mage can easily ignore it. ability.

"You want to know?"

Carlos nodded sincerely, and the scene seemed a little funny for a while. He Shenyan laughed, as if he was amused by this scene, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Go back and ask your master."

A golden flame erupted.

Carlos was completely burned to ashes, He Shenyan exhaled softly, and pointed his middle finger to the sky. The whole person turned into a pillar of psychic fire, and an unparalleled flame was pulled up from the ground, washing the sky into golden color.

The fast-running demons could go back to their masters, while the slow-running ones could only stay with Carlos.

The rebirth of demons in the warp takes time, but Tzeentch certainly won't be able to wait that long. She is the master of all changes, and it is common for plans to go awry. But she is also the Lord of Wisdom and Knowledge. She must want to know what He Shenyan did to Carlos.

Perhaps, it won't be long before the Life Weaver will come back again - thinking of this, he smiled again, and the pain on his body gradually subsided.

That way, I can kill it again.

The golden flames flickered, and he disappeared in place.

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As promised, we will continue tomorrow.

The diploma thing is over, and it's gone - I'll have to wait until November.

How to say, some teachers are really completely incomprehensible.