Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Can I ask you two noble Primarchs to be quiet for a while?"

He Shenyan leaned back, he lay down on the chair with his eyes closed, and said softly, "I really can't imagine the reason why he did this."

Angron said inexplicably: "The reason? What reason?"

Fulgrim looked at him with an idiot look: "Sometimes I really wonder if you have only the word battle in your mind..."

Angron was about to stand up, but out of the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of the mage's tired profile. He lay there quietly, as if asleep. So he shut his mouth and just gave Fulgrim a disdainful look. At the same time, he made a gesture.

Fulgrim stood up with a sneer and walked out of the main control room with Angron. Listening to the sound of their footsteps leaving, He Shenyan could use his toes to figure out what they were going to do.

childish......

But that's okay, he can finally think quietly, and he doesn't have to endure these two guys who get together and start to compete with each other for whose mouth is more stinky.

What the Emperor had just done was more than just an official endorsement of him - if he really only did that, the Mage would have no problem with it. But he didn't hesitate to use his psychic energy to cross the warp and most of the galaxy. Could it be that he just wanted to give He Shenyan a good-looking name?

Apparently more than that.

Combining it again, he said to make himself careful...

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and his child hole had turned pure gold.

Anyone who dares to look directly into these eyes will be burned once by the flames within - and if you're not a warp evil, then you won't feel anything. There's even some kind of incentive, but if you're a fallen or a traitor...

The changes that have happened to him are far more than that. The emperor is very comfortable to sort out some of the restless magic in his body, and also gives him many ways to use psionic energy. Those methods are worth studying. Although psionic energy and magic power are both types of spellcasting energy, there is a world of difference between the two.

Magic is the power of man himself, but psionic power is different. The psionic energy comes from the warp, and what psionicists do is actually to use their own souls to guide the uncontrolled violent energy in the warp to do anything for themselves. Essentially, the energies in the warp are like water sources, and psykers are natural openings.

However, the mouth of the hole is just the mouth of the hole. Without training, there are very few 'water sources' that can be invoked. After training, the psionicist became a water faucet from the entrance of the cave. They can use the power of the Warp at will to destroy the power of the Imperium - however, this is not without cost.

That's a subspace.

The emperor's own psychic energy is as mighty as the ocean, and the methods that he gave to He Shenyan are essentially ways to allow him to better access the endless water sources in this ocean.

From this point of view, he can be described as painstaking.

Is this a good thing? Yes.

But neither.

The mage's idea is simple: what can make the emperor of humans so anxious? Even let him send these things to himself at the cost of 'rest'?

He must have foreseen something, and no matter what he saw, the picture must be extremely bad.

He Shenyan's fingers bounced and fell on the table, and then a burst of blue light enveloped him.

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"Good day,

Captain Yin Chikil. "

"Good day, Insel Chapter Commander."

Yin Qiqier looked at the captain of the Steel Snakes who was sitting in front of him with some surprise. The other party was not wearing a helmet, and the three golden service nails on his forehead were very dazzling. At this moment, they are in the dining hall of the Astartes.

It is also made of silver metal, but it does not appear monotonous. The orderly tables and chairs and the clean floor have a different kind of beauty, at least, Yin Ziqier likes it very much. He is a minimalist himself.

While most Astartes can go long without eating, who would really say no to a delicious meal?

"Excuse me, I don't want to waste food."

Saying that, Yin Ziqier used a fork to pick up an unknown piece of meat in the ceramic plate, and then stuffed the whole piece into his mouth. He had to admit that it tasted much better than ant beef, and the damn thing even revives if it's medium rare. Limbs will be scratching around in your mouth, and Yinzikil can't get used to that.

"No, Brother Inzikil. It was I who disturbed you."

Insel sat up straight, his hands on his knees. At this time, he was writhing uneasy.

He took a deep breath.

"That's right, Brother Inzikil. I'm here to ask you something."

Yin Ziqier raised his head and stared into Insel's firm eyes. He nodded, and after swallowing the food, he said clearly: "I know everything."

Insel pursed his lips and said, "I want to see that Your Excellency, who do I need to inform about this?"

After leaving the church, the brothers in the Chapter fell into an eerie frenzy—they were in high spirits all day long, eager to devote themselves to the Empire. But now there is no need to fight, so the number of people injured in the battle group due to duel training has become extremely large in a short period of time.

The Iron Serpents are a long-established chapter, and they have a star field stationed there. Therefore, sending troops to support Cadian is not the whole regiment. They have a long tradition - each team has one pharmacist, not one per company as stipulated in the Astartes Codex.

The Apothecaries kept the brothers in the Chapter alive and kept the Iron Serpent's casualty rate low compared to other Chapters. They also recycle a lot of their gene seeds, which is a good thing in every way.

However, this incident now gives Insel a headache.

Because... at the instigation of the pastor, many brothers began to participate in brutal duel training. They seem to be trying to prove their bravery in this way. After all, in the priest's words, "The Holy Lord has been watching us!" So the pharmacists and the priest had a little conflict.

The priest's rhetoric is that on days when there is no battle, this is the only way to prove one's loyalty and prowess. The pharmacists were not very happy about this. Several of them had just come to him, the Chapter Master, to complain. The specific arguments Incel did not want to remember, but the reason was actually very simple: the medical room was full.

Those stubborn brothers refused to experience the automatic medical cabin on the Vengeance, preferring to limping all over and relying on their own willpower to survive the pain. Needless to say, this is again the work of the pastor.

The priest righteously refutes the automatic medical pods as 'unclean things that weaken the minds of warriors', and trumpets that 'self-healing power is a gift from the Emperor, and we must use this gift to the end. Perfect, to live up to his pains! ’.

This is hard for the pharmacists, their duty is to protect the health of the brothers in the chapter, which is clearly stipulated in the Astartes Codex.

The priest is cool, and the soldiers are cool too. The only one who was unhappy was the pharmacist, and of course, Insel, who was approached by them. He was vomited out of bitter water for three days, and there was nothing he could do.

He had to come to the third company commander of the Crimson Blades Chapter. He must meet the excellency and ask him to come to the station to give a sermon. Otherwise, the frenetic atmosphere of the whole regiment is likely to cause them to sacrifice themselves in battle and die heroically.

Even non-combat attrition...that's a shame!

As Chapter Master, Insel must consider the continuation of the Chapter. The longer the Chapter exists, the longer they can serve the Emperor. Moreover, if the Chapter suffered great losses during his tenure, what face would he have to return to his homeworld, Intaka?

By then, he reckoned that he would be berated for a long time by the elders who had entered the Fearless.

"You don't need to inform anyone, Brother Insel."

Since Insel didn't call him by rank, Inzekiel also used the word brother instead. In Astarte, such a title is most common.

He smiled and shook his head: "If you want to see him, go see him. Your Excellency doesn't pay attention to this."

"How can this be so?!"

His attitude surprised Insel: "After all, after all, he is—"

Looking at his appearance, Yin Ziqier couldn't help but chuckle. Insel's appearance reminded him of himself not long ago.

"Yes, he is a living saint, Brother Insel, but you don't have to. Seriously, that lord doesn't like that."

The Battle of Bandar Star has been over for half a month, and they are rushing to another galaxy at this time.

Inzekiel used to be so apprehensive, but since a conversation, he understood. That Your Excellency is by no means the kind of person who demands everything, on the contrary, he is very easy-going.

"Forgive me, I'm not laughing at you, Brother Insel. It's just your appearance that reminds me of who I was before."

Yin Ziqier smiled and said: "He is in the main control room, the first deck, you only need to tell us where you want to go to the central magic circle above your head, and it will guide you."

"......So simple?"

Insel said incredulously: "No, I mean...I, do I need to do anything to prepare?"

"Just pay attention to one thing: don't kneel down as a god statue, that lord doesn't like that."

"I understand, thank you, Brother Yinzikil." Insel solemnly gave the eagle salute. "Come to our station when you are free, I'll treat you to a drink."

"It's just a small matter."

Inzekiel watched him go.

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"Turn left ahead and walk 200 meters to reach the destination."

The ignorant voice of the center of the circle sounded in Insel's ears, but at this moment, he seemed extremely nervous.

This kind of emotion is rare for the Astartes, and it is even more impossible for a veteran like him who has fought in the dark galaxy for more than 300 years.

But Insel was just nervous, and he couldn't calm himself down. The two strong hearts were beating in the chest, and the sound even echoed on the bridge, as if some kind of omen was disturbing.

The distance of two hundred meters was fleeting, and Incel raised his hand and paused again in the air. He wanted to knock on the door, but he didn't know what force would be better. But to his embarrassment, his hand had only just approached the door before it opened on its own.

A voice said, "Come in."

Insel walked into the main control room stiffly, wearing an extremely solemn black robe. This was made by several technical sergeant brothers in the chapter after hearing that he was going to meet the captain overnight and then rushed to make materials.

The gentleman in the church was sitting in the main control room, looking at him with some surprise: "Oh, it's you, Incel Chapter Commander. Is there anything you want to do with me?"

"I, Your Excellency..."

The first second he saw the pair of golden eyes, he completely forgot all the preliminary plans and belly drafts that he had prepared. Insel couldn't help but began to scold his own stupidity in his heart-you represent the face of the brothers in the whole group at this time! How can you be so rude?

Facing his embarrassment, He Shenyan laughed.

"Don't be so restrained, you are a distinguished Astartes friar and a Chapter Master. Why do you have to talk to me like this?"

"You represent her after all..."

"Noye, I am me, she is her." He Shenyan raised his eyebrows.

"Just talk to me normally, you're visiting me, there must be something? Is there something on the Vengeance that goes against your ancient traditions? Yes, it's me who didn't think it through. It's okay, just tell me, I'll make adjustments for you."

"No, no, no."

Insel shook his head quickly: "No, there is absolutely no such thing. I just want to ask you..."

He glanced at He Shenyan cautiously, and said, "Can you come to our station? Many brothers in the chapter are in a frenzy. I think if you can give a lecture, things should be fine. A lot."

Ah, this...

The mage blinked a little embarrassedly. He was most afraid of this kind of situation, but he had to give Astarte and the astral army a reasonable explanation-he couldn't say that you all had a dream together, right? ?

What dream could bring a planetary warship...  

So, during this half-month voyage, he announced his identity to everyone: he was the captain of the Vengeance, a living saint certified by the Emperor himself, and her messenger.

No one denies it, and even more exaggerated rumors circulate. For example, he is actually the incarnation of the emperor, etc. It is more extreme than this, but what can he do?

Mouths grow on people.

His silence was mistaken by Insel for some other reaction, just as the Chapter Master gritted his teeth and planned to leave and return to the quiet room to punish himself for his performance. He Shenyan said, "It's no problem, you can set a time."

"What...? Really? You really want to?"

"What's this?" the mage said thoughtfully. "Since I have gained this power, I think I have to take some responsibility."

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Sorry for being late, I'll add more tomorrow.

Also, the Iron Snakes are a very strong Chapter. The Astartes in it are all very elite, such as the short story "Killing Peak", in which a man killed for fifteen years on a planet full of green skins, and even made the green skin corpses piled above the local altitude. Astarte, the highest mountain, came from the Iron Snake.