Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Most people will always first perceive a series of negative emotions related to fear, sadness, anger, etc. in other people's expressions.

Perhaps, in the ancient times before language was born, our ancestors used expressions to communicate, and negative emotions in the same type of expressions indicated that bad things have happened or will happen. Therefore, this instinct that exists in the genes is left.

At this moment, Angron couldn't see a trace of fear on Fulgrim's face - a long and narrow wound appeared on his face inexplicably, destroying that perfect face.

If he was the perfect fallen phoenix in this universe, he should have started to fear his own imperfection by now.

But he didn't.

Fulgrim sat on the ground without trying to get up. He was very calm, very calmly staring out into the darkness ahead. The long, narrow wound on his right face was bleeding little by little, but Fulgrim remained unmoved.

After a long time, he turned his head, looked at the mage, and asked, "Where are they?"

"They're dead—completely."

He Shenyan patiently explained to him: "For your rebirth, and to get rid of Slaanesh's influence completely, your long-dead loyal heirs sacrificed themselves once again."

Fulgrim's fists clenched suddenly, and for a moment, Lictor felt that danger was imminent. He couldn't help but stand up, and almost immediately wanted to take the mage out of here according to instinct. However, Fulgrim did not attack.

He still sat calmly on the ground and sighed gloomily. The giant in only the commoner stood up from the ground. His appearance is no longer perfect, and his temperament has become melancholy and sad. But that look made Angron smile.

Only people who really understand what they want to do will have that kind of expression.

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"The current situation is simple."

Sitting in the main control room, He Shenyan spread his hands. His former frivolity was now all gone, leaving only the deepest seriousness: "We have a big, unreasonable ship with powerful firepower. But the crew is very small, even pitiful."

"The torches are still burning, but long-distance voyages in the warp are still impossible. Not to mention getting in touch with the Empire - all we can do now is keep killing Chaos traitors around the Great Rift. ."

Lictor stood meticulously behind He Shenyan,

He did not choose to sit down, even if He Shenyan asked repeatedly, he firmly refused.

He asked, "Sir, can you explain in detail what the Great Rift is?"

Fulgrim also looked at him inquiringly.

Fabius used uncontaminated gene-seeds when he cloned him, so his memory is only before the corruption of the ontology. What happened after the Fall is unknown.

"Very simple, Cadia exploded," said the mage.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the table, and the original map of the empire emerged from the table, existing in the mid-air in the form of a light blue light curtain.

He Shenyan pointed to an area in the center and said, "This is where Cadia is located, and not long ago, it blew up - the aftermath of the aftermath is what we see now."

The map begins to change.

Galaxies were divided, and the entire empire was divided in two. The huge purple-black fissure cut across the empire like a scar.

"Why Cadia's destruction had such serious consequences, we don't know. But we can be sure of one thing, astral communication and warp navigation are both unavailable because of the existence of this thing, and worse, because of It's there. The evil in the warp can influence reality at will."

Fulgrim and Lictor's expressions became solemn in an instant, and they both knew what it meant.

"That is - the material realm is no longer stable. Demons who once required sacrificial rituals to navigate the world as we know it can now use this as their back garden. If you think that's not bad enough ,It doesn't matter."

He Shenyan smiled: "There are countless chaotic war gangs and corrupted mortal auxiliary troops around us, and even many planets are controlled by them."

"Are there any resistance troops near us? It's impossible for everyone to be corrupted by Chaos. There must be people resisting." Fulgrim asked while thinking.

"Yes, and there are many."

He Shenyan's answer surprised everyone present, and Angron was the one who was most surprised—the Mage never told him about it.

"How do you..." Angron couldn't help asking. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Do you really want to hear me explain this?"

He Shenyan lay back, leaned back on the chair, and his expression was a bit intriguing: "Let's talk about it first, it may make you a little embarrassed to say this."

"Don't give a shit, hurry up, why do you always look like a riddleman!" Angron urged impatiently. "Speak the truth!"

Fulgrim glanced at the unfamiliar brother, and couldn't help laughing: "You're still so impatient, my brother."

"Who is your brother?" Angron didn't even bother to look at him, so he gave Fulgrim an insulting gesture. "Don't think you're not a sissy if you get a scar on your face."

Fulgrim's face turned ashen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lictor said nothing, the interaction between the two Primarchs was torture for him. The Captain of the Shield Guard wished that he did not have eyes and ears, so that he would not have to see them as no different from mortals - in his heart, they should be the most stalwart demigods, always rational.

However, this is just a wish.

"Alright alright."

The mage shrugged: "In short, I can hear the prayers of many people now."

A golden flame flashed across the main control room, and it became extremely quiet here, and even the drop of needles could be heard. Everyone realized what he was talking about.

Only the mage's voice continued: "They were praying to him, and while we were talking, many people were chanting his name and dying happily."

"Too many deaths..." he sighed. "Their desperate cries and the prayers of those who still did not give up reached my ears."

He said calmly: "I heard every sound, I saw every face."

"So, who are you now..." Angron struggled to find a suitable word. "His avatar?"

"Do you think I look like me?" He Shenyan asked calmly. "It's just that he has mastered a part of his spiritual energy. The assimilation of the nature of power will bring about such consequences. You can't take the benefits without bearing the consequences..."

After a long silence, Fulgrim asked, "Do you know the location of our nearest... Prayer?"

"Where do you think the Vengeance is heading now?"

He Shenyan asked rhetorically, then stood up from the chair. His expression turned gloomy, and he said, "It's just, I don't know if we'll catch up. The Vengeance is already at full speed."

He sat back in the chair again, as if thinking about something.

His brows became tighter and tighter, and the air in the main control room even became a little sticky. It was enough to make a custodial like Lictor feel that his breathing was restricted - the air seemed to have turned into a viscous fluid, which made his lungs function no longer.

Fulgrim felt the same way, but he could see more than Lictor.

In Fulgrim's vision, the light around the mage gradually dimmed. Then, the wall disappeared.

He sits in the dark and disorderly galaxy. The flames rose from him and gradually spread to half the starry sky-the flames ignited them, but did not burn the entire universe. On the contrary, after the flames were extinguished, the universe became much brighter.

He Shenyan suddenly said, "Okay, I have a way to get us to that planet quickly."

He pointed to a dim star near the Great Rift on the map and took a deep breath.

"What are you going to do?" Angron asked.

"We can't navigate through the warp right now, but I have other ideas."

He Shenyan stood up.

"I can make it come over."

Fulgrim's eyes widened.

"what would you like?!"

Even at full speed, the Vengeance, which was so stable that no tremors could be perceived, suffered a violent impact—not from the outside, but from within.

Fulgrim had to hold on to the arm of the chair so he wouldn't lose his balance, and he looked at the mage in amazement, his expression still calm after uttering that sort of madman's raving, as if he really wanted this piece. It's like putting things into practice.

He saw that He Shenyan closed his eyes.

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"Emperor, bless me, let me kill a few more traitors before I die..." This was the unpretentious prayer of an Astral Army soldier.

"The only way is to die." This is an Astarte's firm and powerful chanting.

"For the Emperor, for humanity, for our lost homeworld!" This was the last cry of a Cadian soldier.

"Kill it!" This is the roar of an Astarte who was caught in the enemy line after killing the red eye.

On the distant planet of Bandar, thousands of soldiers who were still resisting died one after another. Among them were Astral Army soldiers, Astartes, servants and monks of the Mechanicus, Inquisitors, and Psykers. Without exception, they are all dying.

They were too few in number compared to the traitors, and lacked reliable heavy firepower. After all, this is just an old hive world.

And the Chaos Warband that is attacking them doesn't seem to be in a hurry. They are eating away at the defense force a little bit, and they seem to want to gain greater pleasure by making them despair. Undoubtedly, only the followers of Slaanesh can do such acts, these cowards who fully embrace the Lord of Pleasure even the berserkers of Khorne despise.

There was death and blood everywhere, and people's corpses were abused by traitors. The head was skinned and hung.

The traitors in sickly purple armor seem to have completely forgotten their past glory, as their twisted limbs and pale skin show. What's more, he even frantically smeared his face with flesh and blood to obtain greater sensory stimulation.

The nests are all bottom.

"How many artillery pieces do we have left? Forget it, don't worry, move all the artillery to the ground floor. Inform the priests of the Mechanicus, and have them prepare those forbidden techniques. We can't control that much! "

An Astarte without a helmet looked calmly at the contemplative computer in front of him, and the embalmed human brain gave an answer through quick calculations.

"My lord, the order has been issued. We have forty-seven guns left. Do you need to manually control their transfer?"

"No, no need. Move the cannon to the bottom, and aim it at the weak point of the bottom. Also, mobilize any remaining hot melt or anything like that, and place it at the weak point."

The three golden service nails on Astarte's head are shining, his face is gloomy: "We will use our lives to lure as many traitors as possible to arrive here, once you detect that something is wrong, immediately let the artillery fire, and then detonate all the Melt explosives. Understand?"

The contemplative computer gave a cold and relentless affirmation: "As you wish, my lord."

The helmet he put aside began to vibrate, and Astarte quickly picked it up and brought it to his ear. An anxious voice came from the communication channel: "The second layer of the nest has been breached, Commander!"

"...Notify everyone and withdraw to the bottom."

He glanced at the real-time map on the Thinker's computer, squinted his eyes, and said: "Also, Lal, after you bring five battle brothers to take charge of the break, at least let the mechanical priests go back to the bottom. I still need them to debug. Artillery and security their explosives."

"Received the order, before I die, no mechanical priest will die in front of me."

"May the blood on your sword never dry."

Astarte said an ancient blessing, a smile on his face, fleeting and bloody.

Just when he was about to put on his helmet to personally cover the mechanical priests back to the bottom, he heard a voice that seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

"Listen to..."

What's this? ! Could it be that those Chaos traitors have summoned demons? Spiritual influence ability? Damn it!

His thoughts turned, and he immediately rushed to the computer of the contemplative, intending to issue an order to make the astral army stop on the second floor-as mortals, they were unable to resist the corruption of demons. It's tragic, but it's reality. If the demons are really summoned, then they must all die on the second floor of the hive.

However, that voice sounded so angry.

Cold anger, pure reason.

Astarte's eyes gradually became dazed, and his soul gradually detached from the body. The strong sense of weightlessness made him rarely panic, but in the next second, he felt an unprecedented peace of mind.

He was in the vast sea of ​​stars, and a golden flame was burning violently on the planet Bandar. right in front of him.

He turned around and saw that there were people around him. There are the Astral Army, there are Astartes, there are civilians who have not yet died, and there are mechanical priests. There are even brainless servitors, and even the contemplative computer made of human brains. They are all floating among the sea of ​​stars.

what happened?

He didn't ask, because the flame gradually took shape - a man stepped out of it, and he couldn't see his face. His face was covered in flames, and all he could hear was his angry growl: "Keep resisting, people of the Empire!"

Who are you?

Tens of thousands of voices asked, and there were many more questions.

The man didn't answer, he just held out a hand.

The next second, the sea of ​​​​stars began to vibrate, the stars shifted, and golden spots of light emerged from his outstretched hand. Seemingly endless, they form a vast bridge that spans the entire galaxy.

Astarte felt a thorn on his back, he turned to look, Bandar Star actually began to move!

The huge hive planet seemed to have wings, or someone was pushing it behind its back. Pushing it all the way to the golden flame bridge, the man's face became clearer. Astarte's eyes widened, trying to see his face. At this moment, he returned to the real world.

But his voice still echoed in his ears: "Support coming soon... Keep hope, keep resisting!"