Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?
Ninety-six. Chronicles of the Prodals Galaxy (7)
Angron hurried out of the room. He would spend ten minutes of restlessness. During this ten-minute walk, he would come to the second bridge and propose to the center of the circle to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the child. requirements.
What he didn't know was that the full inspection started as early as the moment Liktor took the Astartes back to the Vengeance.
He Shenyan's golden eyes flickered, and he smiled. That kid had psionic potential, so he was singled out by Kahn. Unbeknownst to him, Kahn orders someone to inject a memory into him.
We can say that the child is now a living letter.
Very bold and very careful. Kahn didn't know if Angron had returned in human form, he had only glimpsed some visions. That letter can only be opened by Angron. Even if he fails and the child is taken away, if he does not meet Angron, then the letter he left may not be known for another 10,000 years.
After all, who knows how long this child will live? If Kahn wins, he may be killed by Kahn himself. If Kahn died, and the person who killed him was not Jiva Doren, then the child would probably be purified immediately. With so many possibilities, it's unlikely that a Khorne believer could have imagined it.
He Shenyan lowered his head slightly, and the center of the magic circle connected with him immediately sent a report: "According to your request, the remaining six planets have been captured by us, and no human activity has been detected on them."
"What about those demonic engines that Kahn was talking about?"
"There are twenty in total, located on Prodars II. There are dozens of Chaos wizards on standby on it. We intercepted the signal sent by Karn's ship. They have not yet known that Karn is dead."
"It's a big deal... Twenty Demon Engines, if he had joined forces with Abaddon, maybe we would have encountered some trouble."
He Shenyan waved his hand: "Destroy all other planets except No. 2, close the energy channel on Planet No. 2, and block the spellcasting ability of those Chaos wizards. Inform Lictor, they will set off again in two hours."
"Captain Liktor Shield Guard has been notified." The center of the circle buzzed, and the blue light flashed for a while. "Captain Liktor Shield Guard has received it. In addition, a distant barge with the identification of the Empire has been detected approaching."
"Far travel barge? This is a merchant ronin who is not afraid of death and has come near the big rift in business?"
"Do you want to communicate?"
He Shenyan pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled: "No. I'll go and see for myself."
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"We are about to arrive in the Prodars galaxy, Brother Arianto, please get ready."
The servitor's cold, mechanical voice came from the sound generator in its throat, echoing through the barge's corridors. Arianto nodded calmly, not wanting to show disgust at the Servant. But no matter how long it passed, he couldn't get used to these cyborg creatures transformed from death row prisoners or dying people.
Most of them still have human appearances, 'residues', that's all.
Arianto chewed on this cold word, and suddenly realized that he was just a remnant of the past. He laughed dumbly, and the Servant staggered away, apparently something was wrong with its support frame. Even someone like Arianto who is not very proficient in mechanics can see it.
It's a pity, if Zachary is here, he should not be able to resist his hand and give this servant some modifications...
He began to imagine the past until Targaryen came to him.
"The last mission?"
"The last mission."
Arianto put on his helmet, and the skull of the dead Servant he had met on the battlefield was hung on his belt around his waist. Targaryen also put on his helmet, and they walked through the narrow corridor and soon came to the hangar.
Although the long journey barge has the word far journey,
But it's definitely not a good choice for travel -- let alone a mission. The ship's hangar could barely hold a transport plane, and the two of them had to squeeze through the narrow gap, the metal walls rubbing against their power armor, making a harsh sound.
It was an absolutely novel experience for them, and the Astartes had never been treated like this before. Between walking, Arianto looked back at Targaryen. Through the gloomy goggles, he couldn't see Targaryen's eyes. But he knew that the bastard was definitely laughing.
laugh at each other.
Then, a man's voice sounded in the dim hangar: "You two."
The chainsaw began to roar immediately, and Targaryen turned, back to back with Arianto. The bolter was breeched with a click, and Arianto squinted, the search function of the eyepiece and his own naked eyes kept spinning around the small space, trying to find the strange man who was speaking.
"Don't try to use weapons, they can't hurt me."
A pale hand poked out from the darkness and gracefully pressed it against Arianto's chainsaw. The fingers are long and slender, stroking the rotating blade of the chainsaw sword lightly. Sparks splashed, Arianto boosted his momentum. But what was exchanged was a chuckle: "Stop."
So, the chainsaw sword really stopped.
It wasn't as simple as losing motivation, Arianto shivered and his one eye started to sting. The chainsaw sword in his hand was as cold as "dead", and the coldness even spread to the right heart through his arm armor. Make him unable to move.
A man came out of the darkness - no, not out.
It was darkness that surrendered at his feet.
The gloomy, scattered darkness seemed to have self-awareness, and knelt down at the man's feet in fear, escaping the path he was about to travel.
"Who are you?"
Arianto tried to speak, but found his voice more than doubled. The man stood in front of them, and the space around them began to enlarge and stretch infinitely. until it becomes pure white. The handsome man in black robe stood in front of them and smiled at them.
He was handsome and pale. But none of these superficial looks is one of the reasons Arianto cared so much about him.
Astarte's teeth began to chatter.
Physiological reasons, he thought. Inwardly thinking coldly, yes, physiological reasons. My modified body is afraid of him - why?
The man's eyes are golden, and there is no emotion in them, and the smile is fake and scary. Arianto felt cold all over, as if his breathing was stuck. He tried to take a deep breath, and the smile on the man's face disappeared as his three lungs pumped air for him.
Then he, no, they. They were able to breathe again. Arianto could hear Targaryen gasping, and his own.
"Please forgive my unsolicited arrival, and please forgive my rudeness. But I personally feel that actions are more direct and save time and effort than words."
Arrogant bastard. Arianto thought.
The man glanced at him and laughed again. This time it wasn't a fake smile, but a genuine smile: "You're right, Brother Arianto, I'm a cocky bastard, and there's nothing wrong with that. I'm amazed by your power of observation. , very few people can see who I really am from the first side."
Read minds. Psyker.
"Who are you?" Arianto asked.
"Good question, and I want to know the answer myself."
The man said something close to a riddle: "This question is the ultimate philosophical thought in human history. How many people want to know the answer to this question? But it contains the philosophy of the universe."
His smile gradually turned into an uncontrollable laugh: "...These are all farts."
"Let me introduce myself again, He Shenyan, a mage." He turned his head, Arianto saw a pure white space beginning to become transparent, and then heard Targaryen beside him breathing heavily. He knew that he was the same.
There is no other reason. The ship floating in the universe is so big that it has nothing to do with anything else. Just a glance at it will cause people to fall into deep fear.
"Have you seen that ship?" He Shenyan asked gracefully. "That's my ship, the Vengeance. I love that name, and I hope you will too."
revenge? vengeance on whom?
"Good question, Brother Arianto. The Vengeance takes its name from a child and an unnamed psyker, that's another story. As for now... how about your mission? "
"What mission?"
"It's not going to work for me, Brother Arianto. I know your past and why you're here."
"Since you know it," Arianto said. "Then why are you asking?"
"I say it, and I say it to you, it's essentially two things."
Arianto was silent for a moment, and Targaryen raised his bolter beside him. The muzzle was raised and pointed straight at He Shenyan, only to get a casual smile from the latter.
"Our mission is to investigate the Prodars galaxy."
"The last mission?"
"The last mission."
He Shenyan nodded: "Honest, Brother Arianto. I appreciate your quality, even though I know that you can't wait to kill me right now - let's not talk about that, the task you received from the Inquisition, right? ?"
"Yes."
"Interesting, the few loyalists of the World Eaters. Surviving under the supervision of the Inquisition, you want to get a conscription planet? This coincides with him... Who helped you lift the butcher's nail?"
"Dark Eldar."
"Impossible." He Shenyan said decisively. "They don't have that ability. The Emperor himself and his skilled craftsmen have nothing to do with this thing. Technology can't remove the butcher's nail that has been installed."
He narrowed his eyes: "Unless it's psionics and sorcery."
Arianto recalled following his words. He knew that this man could read minds. Since he thought it was impossible, let him see it with his own eyes. However, when Arianto tried to recall the dark Eldar...he found that his memory was blurred.
Cold sweat dripped down in an instant.
He Shenyan glanced at this Astarte and said nothing. The whole thing is dubious. Since the birth of the Great Rift, more than half of the world in the Empire has lost contact. At this point in time, a long-distance barge with two Astartes came to carry out the mission, and it was ordered by the Tribunal.
Even disregarding their identities, and the process of dismantling the butcher's nails, the question itself is suspicious enough.
Another taste of conspiracy, always. He Shenyan almost sighed, but he didn't, just showed a cold smile, and then snapped his fingers.
Arianto and Brother Targaryen disappeared silently from the expedition barge, and the captain felt that he had forgotten something. He muttered, and unconsciously gave the order to return.
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Standing outside the examination room, Angron stared at the uneasy boy. The examination room was flooded with blue light, and various high-standard examination measures were continuously cast on the boy. A light curtain appeared in front of Angron's eyes, and various data told him that the boy was all right.
Except for the thinness and poor physical condition caused by malnutrition, he was all right.
Everything is normal, but the biggest abnormality is. How can a nine-year-old boy survive a group of traitors?
Angron didn't believe the conclusion of the center of the circle, so he gave the order: "Check it again."
The center of the magic circle was executed without complaint. Five minutes later, a brand new report with the same data appeared in front of Angron. He had to accept the fact that this boy was really all right.
Is it really so? Angron still had doubts in his heart. In his impression, Kahn is a man of careful thinking and a means to do things.
Even if it was his Kahn, in this universe, he should be more or less the same as he was before the Fall. Considering the appearance of Kahn before his death, Angron has reason to believe that he still has some sanity.
He went inside.
The boy was stunned when he saw him coming. There was an expression on his face that Angron was very familiar with, and every mortal would show this look when he saw him. The Lord of Red Sand was clear about the reason, but he didn't want them to do so.
So, Angron squatted down and made his movements as slow as possible, at least to the point where the boy could see clearly. He asked the boy in a soft voice, "What's your name, boy?"
"I..., Iklo," the boy stammered.
"very good."
Angron tried his best to give himself a mild smile, and stretched out his generous right hand, trying to appease the boy. However, the moment his palm touched the boy's shoulder, a burst of electricity flashed, causing his muscles to instantly tighten.
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