Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Drifting through the warp with only half of your soul is definitely not a great experience, even for He Shenyan. However, although the total amount of his soul has decreased, the strength has not decreased because of this. He only needs to find a suitable carrier to complete the possession immediately.

He had to admit that the spells sold by the necromancers in the White Tower were really useful—it could even be said to be extremely useful. This kind of behavior that is appalling to other mages is common to them, and they are used to it. I don't know how many necromancers will choose to change the body of a race after they are used to it.

As for the means of exchange...it depends on their moral level. Some people choose to extract a little flesh and blood to make them themselves, and some people like to play some indescribable games by grabbing the house.

As for He Shenyan, he does not intend to completely take away the body of the possessed person, so he quite needs a carrier with suitable strength and firm will, so as not to be completely wiped out by his soul - after thinking about it, it seems that Only the custodians are suitable.

Terra, the Royal Palace.

The Imperial Guards came and went, but they didn't have the slightest intention of leaving. This is true even if there is complete chaos outside, after all, for them, only the Emperor is the only object of allegiance. As for protecting others...not in the job.

Commander of the Custodians, Trajan Valloris half-kneeled under the Golden Throne. He doesn't need to kneel, he knows the Emperor doesn't care about these things, but he does.

The man on the throne let out a sigh, and his mutilated vocal cords could no longer make any sound—Tura really knew that, but he did hear a sigh.

Immediately after that, there was a cold sentence spit out by the psychic shocking air: "He did it anyway..."

"Trajan."

His lord said: "I need you.

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"The only way is to die." The commander of the Imperial Army replied immediately.

"This task does not require your death. Rise up and look up. Trajan, here he is."

The commander of the Imperial Guard stood up according to his words, raised his head solemnly, and the dark space above the golden throne was illuminated at this time. A figure composed of pure golden light condensed from the Emperor's side. He stood barefoot on the ground, with a pair of huge wings composed of light behind him.

"You're in a terrible situation..." His voice was ethereal.

"I know, do what you're supposed to do - never take such a risk in the future."

"You stand up from your chair before you stop me."

The figure said something that was outrageous in Trajan's view, but the Emperor was not at all displeased, and even used his psionic power to simulate a monotonous laughter: "Ha-ha-ha. Let's see, you Is it possible to do this?"

"Sooner or later."

The man said firmly, then turned his head and looked at Trajan. His face was blurred, and only a pair of eyes were extremely solid, those golden eyes burning like flames: "This is the carrier you prepared for me?"

"Only he can."

"Try it and you'll know—get ready, Imperial Army."

Trajan clenched his teeth at once, ready to accept the impending onslaught. But there was only a golden light flashing in front of his eyes, that's all. Trajan originally thought this was the end, but he never thought that this was just the beginning.

There was severe pain in his brain, the pain was so intense that even a commander of the Imperial Guard immediately fell to his knees, his specially-made Seiko Imperial Armor began to crack inch by inch, and golden brilliance shone through his body. In a trance of pain, Trajan couldn't take it any longer, and he screamed, and the armor shattered.

The viscera and bones were clearly illuminated by the golden light from under the skin, and the golden brilliance filled the entire hall. The special scent of incense was still strong, and several Servants floated above their heads, recording all this silently.

After five minutes, Trajan became quiet.

He stood up naked, standing among the debris, blood and sweat rolling down the cracked skin. The golden light was no longer so dazzling, and turned to gently disappear with his breath.

Trajan heard a voice echoing within him: not bad, beyond my expectations. Also, sorry about your armor.

He saw his hands lifted uncontrollably and snapped his fingers.

The shards that were originally cracked on the ground actually floated up by themselves at this time, attracting each other as if they had become magnets, and approaching Trajan's body, they fit tightly together. It was exactly the same as his previous power armor, as if it had never had any damage.

"At most three days, his body can't take it for too long. When necessary, I still have to use my soul to draw the psionic energy alone." Trajan heard an unfamiliar voice rise from his throat, and his vocal cords vibrated.

Then, the scenery in front of him changed suddenly, and it was covered with blue light almost in an instant, and the next second, he appeared above Terra.

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"Blood!"

A Khorne bloodletter howled at a group of mortal soldiers, who fought back bravely with their rifles, but the bloodletter cut them all in half with a simple swipe of his greatsword. The ground was red with blood, and it licked the blood on the blade with satisfaction with its long, narrow tongue hanging down to its chest.

It is not satisfied with this - "Blood! Burn everything!"

Behind it, there are many, many of the same scenes happening. Countless demon armies poured out of the hive, from the bottom to the top of the sacred Terra, and there was no place except the palace that was not attacked by these things. Countless people screamed and died at this time, and the roar of resistance also came at the same time, but it was a drop in the bucket.

It takes time for defense forces to arrive at the scene, just as it takes time for firefighters to reach the scene of a fire. Terra's current situation is like a huge fire field, there are fires everywhere, firefighters have, but how many?

The bloodletter continued to move forward, and it broke away from the infantry team composed of bloodletters like it, greedily looking for innocents, it needed more blood - and then, a feather of light fell from the sky.

The bloodletting demon stared at the light feather, and the boiling lust for killing and blood thirst actually subsided, it threw the hell blade in its hand like a delusion, and touched the light feather.

From the moment it touched the light feather's fingertips, the flames clambered up. The skin shattered, blood poured out, the bloodletter screamed, and it burned into a puddle of debris that flew in the wind. Debris flew over high-rise buildings, over bridges connecting high-rise nests, covered with statues and crowded with people fleeing. Fly over the whole of Terra, all the way to the sky.

Fly to Trajan's eyes.

He saw himself reaching out a hand and touching the shard lightly with his fingertips: "Not enough... what do you think, Trajan? Are you satisfied with that?"

Do not. Not enough, my lord. Trajan said respectfully in his heart, but with hatred.

'He' laughed lowly: "Yes, of course it's not enough."

"However, let me explain in advance. Trajan, you may end up with non-healing wounds after this event, and even unable to walk normally. Even so, would you like it?"

The only way is to die, my lord.

"very good."

Trajan saw that he raised his hands, clenched his fists suddenly, and felt some kind of traction from his shoulder blades. He started flying upwards - all the way up, and then he saw a rain.

"We will bring destruction, Trajan. The people of Holy Terra will receive their new life in this rain of destruction."

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"do not be afraid."

One kid learned what he had heard a soldier tell him ten minutes earlier, and he seemed to find it amusing, but kept repeating "stay here". He was surrounded by crowds of refugees, some of whom were naked, while others had a large entourage framed a large open space for them.

Some were crying, some were praying, some were shivering, some were furious as they watched the wanton killing of the demons under the bridge, and wanted to take up arms and join the defense.

But what about this kid?

The kid didn't know anything, he just looked up at Terra's sky and went on to learn the words of the soldier who might have died: "Stay here!"

It may be years before he realizes that the soldier took him out of the hands of his dead mother. But now, he's just a kid.

He looked at the dim sky, and a golden light suddenly reflected in his pupils.

This young child, who may never understand what happened today, jumped up and down with joy, pointing to the sky and cheering. He didn't know what it was, he just thought it was funny.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" he shouted, pointing to the sky and cheering.

So, starting from him, people began to look up, and they saw—

The soil has long been lost, the air is polluted seriously, and the sky of Terra, which has not rained for many years, actually began to fall golden raindrops at this time.

They didn't know what it was, and they had the same blankness on their faces as the child. Until a man in a robe who appeared to be a maester began to shout, "I've seen it in books, it's rain!"

"Rain? What is rain?"

They looked at each other and saw their own reflections and golden dots in each other's eyes. Raindrops fell from the sky, all around them. In an instant, the roars and shouts of the demons seemed to stop, leaving only silence. The world seemed to stop for it.

A second later, they heard demons screaming.

A defense soldier stood there in a daze, he took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. Light blue pupils reflect the gold above the sky, a golden figure stands above the sky, and from him, golden raindrops swept across the sky. The soldier stretched out his hand and caught one, and the golden light melted in his palm.

Courage arises from within.

"For Holy Terra!"

He heard the roars of the others, and the soldiers joined them.

The counterattack starts now.