Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Vengeance, first bridge.

The fully armed Third Company of the Crimson Blades Chapter was fully assembled, and they stood there in silence, waiting for orders. The upgraded armor gave them great confidence, and the upgraded armors had proven their reliability in previous jump gang battles.

Not only has more output, better defense, and faster speed. Even being able to block some of the enemy's evil sorcery for them is crucial. The third company does not have a think tank, which is usually fine. If the enemy has psionicists, then the battle will become extremely unfavorable for them.

But it's different now.

Angron emerged from the corner, his stride strong and heavy. Givaudan followed him.

He approached slowly and glanced suspiciously at the faces of everyone present.

The distrust in that gaze pierced them deeply—the soldiers of the 3rd Company had fought alongside him many times.

They had a deep understanding of Angron's bravery. However, what is the reason for the other party's distrust at this time? They never flinched in battle!

They have no way of knowing, but feel the humiliation of being slighted and the determination to prove themselves.

Ezekiel raised his chest: "Sir!"

His voice echoed on the bridge: "The 3rd Company of the Crimson Blades is here! Waiting for your order!"

"Your task is very difficult, and you have the right to refuse." Angron said lightly.

"We will not refuse!"

"You will die."

"Death is our long-cherished wish! As long as we can die properly, what is there to fear?"

"very good."

A smile of approval flashed across his face, but in the next second, the smile turned into another, deeper and more complex emotion.

"I don't like to use aggressive tactics, and I don't like to insult warriors like you."

Angron spoke slowly and sincerely, the previous doubts were gone, and only the most sincere apology remained: "I apologize for my previous words. But I must explain this matter, you have the right to refuse, and you have the right to accept it. Ask me after knowing the mission information, and even have the right to refuse to be with us later."

Ezekiel's heart boiled, he knew, and so did his brothers—to have the respect of a warrior like him,

An honor for any Astartes.

"What do you mean by that?"

Angron closed his eyes and tapped his breastplate. Immediately afterwards, a tall giant stepped out of the corner behind him.

He had straight white hair, but he had no intention of combing it, letting them loose at will.

Pale and handsome face with an air of indifference, with a long, narrow scar on the right cheek. This scar destroyed the seemingly innate perfection in him, and made his almost divine handsomeness diminish a lot, but it seemed more real.

The giant walked slowly to Angron's side, and for the first time there was emotion in his ancient eyes. Ezekiel was acutely aware of this - he was evaluating us.

Evaluate.

This word made Ezekiel frown suddenly. He could accept Angron's aggressiveness and questioning, but he couldn't accept the distrust of the stranger he had just met. Just when he was about to speak, the giant took a step forward.

"I don't think they deserve to know the truth," said the giant coldly.

"Bah-"

Angron turned around abruptly, with such a force that the ground made a high-pitched screeching noise. With uncontrollable anger, he said to the giant, "Take back what you just said!"

"...They are not your heirs."

"They are qualified warriors and role models among the Astartes! How can you insult them like this?"

"It's not an insult, my brother."

The giant's attitude softened, and he closed his eyes. The bit of humanity in that expression actually moved Ezekiel in an instant.

He said, "Mortal, Astartes. Or you and me, we are no different. We will all die, we will all fall. If I tell the truth here, can you guarantee that they will accept it?"

"It's a different thing to say or not to say, it has nothing to do with whether they accept it or not."

At this time, another voice came from the far end of the bridge, interrupting the dispute between the two.

"Honestly, you two have pretty much said it between the lines."

Ezekiel turned to look, a man was walking from the other end of the bridge.

He coughed incessantly, golden dots of light emanating from him with every step he took: "...and, to be honest, those on our ship deserve to know the truth. Sooner or later they will see Well, instead of letting the seeds of doubt take root in our hearts, we should take the initiative to tell the truth."

"Why are you here?!" Angron looked very surprised, and he quickly walked over to support the mage: "Didn't you say that you need to rest if you use your strength too much?"

"It's just a bit of a brain overload because of overusing magic power, but it's okay. Besides, you two really make me feel at ease."

He Shenyan waved his hand, motioning for Angron to take away his ghostly heavy iron hand. Considering their size contrast, Angron's support was more like murder. The latter understood and quickly retracted his right hand in embarrassment.

When he came to the third company, Ezekiel was already thinking - he was not a fool, as the company commander of the third company, the master of the arsenal of the chapter, he certainly had the right to read those ancient and urgent books. Because of that...he felt like he could guess some of the identities of these two people.

Unfortunately, there is a big gap between his guesses and the facts.

"Listen, the third company of the Crimson Blades Chapter." He Shenyan said solemnly. "I think you have a right to know the truth, so be prepared."

"...Please speak, my lord."

"The one standing behind me is the Primarch, and the one standing over there is also the Primarch."

Hey, I know, that's all... Ezekiel's eyes suddenly relaxed, but the wizard's next sentence almost made him fall out of thin air.

"This is Angron, that is Fulgrim."

"..."

Ezekiel thought for a second, two seconds, three seconds. Then he stomped his feet hard, and all seventeen Astartes drew their weapons - they huddled into a defensive formation with each other, watching Angron and Fulgrim vigilantly, as for He Shenyan existence, they ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.

Jivaldoron immediately pulled out his chainsaw sword and protected it in front of the Primarch, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant.

"I knew it would turn out like this."

"That's why I want to do it alone, not with his heir," said Fulgrim calmly.

"Idiot! Do you think you can come and go freely among a large group of traitors by yourself without wearing armor and without weapons?!" Angron cursed angrily.

"They are my heirs... Even if they defect, they can only be killed by me." Fulgrim said to himself, ignoring the implied meaning of his words, which had become a little dangerous .

"Oh, then you are really noble! What if your children are killing people? Are you going to make those victims kneel on the ground and be slaughtered by their necks and pray for your coming?"

Fulgrim froze: "I never said such a thing..."

"That's what you mean! You fucking idiot, why shouldn't you save you from that spare ribs collection!" Angron mocked mercilessly.

"Take back your words!"

The mage sighed. He covered his forehead and roared: "You two idiots, can you keep your mouth shut?! For the emperor's sake!"

A golden phantom flashed past him.

The overwhelming sense of oppression that came from nowhere made the two of them shut their mouths instantly, and also made the third company of Crimson Blades sluggish.

The scene became extremely quiet for a while.

Ezekiel put his hand on his breastplate—he hid the feather from Sanguinius in the mezzanine. His mumblings broke the awkward silence: "The Emperor... on... no, I mean..."

He looked at He Shenyan cautiously: "You, are you...?"

"No, I am not."

He Shenyan answered him blankly, and then, a burst of blue light flashed. Liktor teleported to him, wearing a restored custodial power armor.

"..."

This time, He Shenyan fell into silence.

Ezekiel's expression has changed to 'I totally get it' - is that so? That explains it, completely explains it.

Liktomer silently dismissed the idea of ​​speaking, realizing that he might have come at the wrong time.

The mage sighed heavily again.

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main control room.

"We can talk about my identity later."

Ezekiel said cautiously: "But, you said that before, and I don't know your name until now."

"...Listen, Ezekiel, your mission is dangerous. I need you to break in from the sky with beheading tactics, and according to the Vengeance's scan, there is a huge sacrifice on the surface of the hive. The pit, there is a very strong energy response. I can't directly teleport you to him, so you must dash forward layer by layer."

He Shenyan took a diversionary approach, and it worked. Ezekiel instantly entered a state of combat readiness. He frowned and stared at the light blue curtain of light, thoughtfully.

Above the light curtain, there is a huge pit on the surface of Bandar Star. The pictures returned by the real-time images were extremely terrifying. Countless corpses were floating spontaneously, flying from the ground or between the broken eaves and broken walls to the huge pothole. Many of the traitors who had turned to Slaanesh looked expectantly at a figure beside the pothole.

After a long time, he said cautiously: "Our number alone should not be enough to pose a threat to the enemies around the sacrifice pit. We have no reliable means of breakthrough, and we cannot rush to the wizard who is presiding over the sacrifice ceremony."

"It's natural." He Shenyan nodded. At the same time, Lictor, who was behind him, took a step forward.

"So, the custodian and Jiva Doren will be with you. You have support from above."

"Then, I have no doubts, I accept the task."

Ezekiel nodded succinctly, not to mention how much help an Imperial Guard could bring them. The mere fact that the Vengeance was able to support it would have sealed the victory - he had seen the shocking firepower of the Vengeance.

What he didn't know was that the sky support didn't come from the Revenge.

Ezekiel gave an eagle salute and left the main control room with Lictor. They are about to launch a surprise attack through the teleportation circle. Teleportation without warning gives them the upper hand in battle.

Fulgrim stood opposite the mage with Angron, neither of them looked at each other, their faces were stern.

"Can you two stop this senseless behavior? We're in a fucking war!"

Seeing this scene, He Shenyan couldn't help but swear. He slapped the table hard, pointed at Angron and said, "I know you don't think he deserves this kind of face. His existence is to insult the Fulgrim you remember. But you must at least give him one. A chance to prove it!"

Angron silently looked away.

Fulgrim smiled a little—the next second, the mage pointed at him. "And you!"

He spread his hands out and asked, extremely puzzled, "Why on earth do you say, 'My heirs can only be killed by me'? Huh? Please explain, Fulgrim."

"...I didn't think about it that much at the time."

Fulgrim said honestly: "My question, sorry."

Angron let out a smirk.

The Emperor's homeschooling was, damn it, bad--too bad!

No matter which universe it is!

He Shenyan closed his eyes in pain. He never imagined that he would be responsible for mediating the relationship between the two primarchs and paying attention to their psychological conditions. But now is not the time to count so much.

He tried to calm himself down: "The task for both of you is very simple, the situation inside the hive is not optimistic. The traitors have broken through to the second floor, the commander of the resistance army is a ruthless character, he originally planned to die together. But we When he comes, he should stop the plan."

"So, I need you two to kill all the traitors in the hive, no problem? I'll give you two directions in real time where to go."

"a piece of cake."

Fulgrim twisted his neck, and he glanced at Angron: "As long as this mindless reckless man doesn't hold me back."

Angron smiled coldly: "Stupid."

"What did you say?!"

"Stupid."

"I—" Fulgrim was in a hurry for a moment, his temperament did not allow him to swear without scruples like Angron, so he could only blushed with anger. Angron laughed even more wanton when he saw this, and just when he was about to fire again, the mage coughed.

He turned his head to look and found that He Shenyan had sat down for some time. At this moment, he was hunched over and coughing non-stop, and the golden light dots kept spilling out from between his fingers and disappeared in an instant.

The mage raised his hand and stopped Angron from thinking about it. He calmed himself after taking a deep breath and explained, "It's okay, just made a small attempt."

"What did you do again?" Angron didn't forget what the "little attempt" he said last time brought.

"Someone prayed to me—no, prayed to him. He said that he needed courage and strength, so I tried it to see if I could give it to him." He Shenyan smiled and continued: "It seems that I succeeded. ."

"As for the two of you..." He sighed and snapped his fingers. The light blue light flashed in the main control room, sending them directly to the middle level of the hive.