Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Long time no see, Robert."

The archangel sat opposite Guilliman, with his pair of pure white wings behind him. His long golden hair was casually draped behind his head, and he was dressed simply, with only a loose robe. He was looking at Guilliman with a smile.

Unlike his smile, Guilliman had a serious face.

"...Robert?"

After he kept this poker face staring at Sanguinius for more than five minutes, the perfect smile on the archangel's face finally changed, and he asked cautiously, "Am I making you angry?"

Guilliman didn't speak, the expression on his face kept changing, and finally he covered his face in an indescribable complexity, and sighed deeply.

"Robert? What's the matter? I'm very disturbed by your behavior."

"...No, it has nothing to do with you, nothing at all." Guilliman answered him in a dull voice. "I was just wondering, what else would happen. Angron, Fulgrim, and then you—what? Is the next step to get that bastard Horus back?"

Hearing his words, Sanguinius was startled. He opened his mouth on the chair and seemed to want to say something, but a golden light from nowhere flashed suddenly in front of his eyes, so the angel immediately closed his mouth. He didn't say anything.

Guilliman put his hand down, looked at Sanguinius' expression, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He frowned: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Robert." Sanguinius gave a flawless smile again, his face full of innocence. "I just didn't expect you to react this way."

"What do you expect from me?"

Hearing this sentence, Robert Guilliman shouted angrily, like a mortal, and even waved his arm: "Welcome back to you with joy?! The Emperor is above, I am Happy to have you back of course! Or else? But I have absolutely no idea how you survived!"

"Could it be that our father did it? He just got rid of death and that damn chair, and then immediately had the power to bring you back from the other world? Ah, he also counted on me to believe in science and truth. This is completely unscientific and not true at all!"

Guilliman rubbed his temples with both hands, almost gnashing his teeth: "Just ten minutes ago, I was really moved by him!"

"I understand that you have a lot of doubts in your heart, but in fact my resurrection has nothing to do with my father. It was the mage who contributed to it."

Sanguinius began to explain to his bewildered brother: "After my death, what remained of my soul regained some strength in the shroud of my father's radiance. Then I wandered through the warp, trying to find An opportunity to get me back into the physical realm."

"But the warp was too big, and my father didn't have the extra power to do it. I had to wander the warp for a long time."

"I only found this opportunity not long ago. The mage's spiritual energy is too powerful, and I was able to use his power to talk to people in the material realm for a short time. With his help, I gave a token to me. to one of my heirs. Then I began to gather strength..."

Sanguinius spread his hands: "Then, I'll come to you."

"No, the first thing you went to was Angron and Fulgrim, and then took them to eavesdrop on my father's conversation outside the door."

Sanguinius looked away, staring at the ceiling, as if he didn't catch what Guilliman was saying. His reaction made Guilliman narrow his eyes, then smile gloomily.

"Robert, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing... Sanguinius, I just sigh. That's all."

Sanguinius instinctively felt something was wrong, and his intuition came true.

The next second, Guilliman said something with that gloomy smile that made him hairy.

"You know what? After your death, in memory of you, the 25th of December is designated as St. Genara's Day. On this day, the Astartes wear a badge on their chest to represent your merits. Medals. Commoners will buy all kinds of carriers with your image, such as oil paintings, prints, or sculptures. In the past 100 years, even small ornaments have become popular... Hehe, brothers, they Even have a big meal in the evening and thank you before the meal."

The archangel's face wrinkled.

However, this was not over, Guilliman's smile began to grow stronger: "There are still many temples of you, dedicated to you. And they are built next to our father's temple, tsk, you know? Your withered Like the price is outrageous, a smuggling ship in Terra was seized some time ago, and the report was handed to my desk because it was related to you."

"That ship was trying to take away a million statues of Sanguinius, tsk tsk tsk, do you know how much your statue was fired for? By the way, according to the survey statistics, most of the buyers were ladies. people......"

His meaningful eyes made Sanguinius hairy, and the archangel's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He actually stuttered: "Can we stop discussing these embarrassing things, Robert?"

"Embarrassing? I don't think so."

Guilliman obviously wanted to say something, but unfortunately, at this moment, the personal terminal in front of him blew, and the blue light curtain began to converge on it again. Sanguinius breathed a sigh of relief, while Guilliman pouted.

He turned the knob on the left side of the personal terminal, the magic condensed in the air, and a bust of a man appeared on it, it was Steve Rogers. His expression was a little sad, but he still smiled when he saw Guilliman.

"Hey Robert, I hope this thing is all right - uh, I'm not very good at this kind of complicated stuff, can you see me?"

He waved.

Guilliman nodded. "See, Steve, what's the matter with you? I remember you should still be getting medical on the Vengeance."

"It's like this, there is a separate manufacturing sequence on the Revenge, and He seems to have designed a handheld that can quickly perform architectural repairs in advance - hand, handheld, ah, hell, what the hell is this thing called?"

Steve turned his head in embarrassment, picked up a small black square, and shook it in front of Guilliman.

"In short, this is the thing. The hand-held quick repair pattern array is very simple to use. You only need to hold it and use it next to the building that needs to be repaired. Its built-in array core will be activated directly, and the building can be repaired directly. "

"Repair?" Guilliman frowned. "Repair in what way? Do I need to provide materials? What is the core of the formation? How many times can it be used at most?"

A series of questions were thrown out by him. Steve scratched his head and said simply: "Why don't you come up and ask the center of the circle, it should be able to show you directly."

"Stop kidding, go up? I don't have time right now—"

The dark blue light curtain rapidly expanded from the personal terminal in front of him, and in just a few seconds, it overflowed into the air to form a dark blue portal large enough to accommodate Guilliman. Steve of empty dialogue.

"..."

Guilliman stared blankly at the portal, then turned his head back to look at the personal terminal that was still glowing. Several times he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just Zhang mouth, face full of incredible.

"Please enter the portal quickly, Mr. Guilliman, the energy of the personal terminal is not enough to maintain the portal for a long time."

A mechanical sound came from the door, reminding him. Guilliman walked in as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he did not forget to remind Sanguinius at the last moment: "Help me look at the personal terminal, and I ask you to watch the command work on site, Sanguinius."

The archangel nodded silently with a smile, stood up immediately after Guilliman walked into the portal, grabbed the terminal of the man and played with it carefully, with undisguised curiosity in his eyes.

-------------------------------------

Fulgrim sat alone in a room with the Emperor, and they had never talked like this before. Never been so close - the identity of the lord of men and the demigod becomes irrelevant at this point, just a father simply communicating with his son, that's all.

"I noticed a scar on your face, Fulgrim," the Emperor asked with concern. "what happened?"

A sense of guilt boiled in Fulgrim's heart, he pursed his lips and said, "...The origin of the scar can be discussed later, if you still think I Your son. Father, allow me to call you that. But I'm not the Fulgrim you remember, I'm a clone with his memory, that's all."

The Emperor's gaze rested on the sword at his waist, a smile faded for a moment, and he slowly shook his head: "The clones—ha, do you really think so?"

"I don't understand, Father, you...?" Fulgrim looked at him blankly. Want to get an explanation.

The Emperor took his hand, and Fulgrim felt a rocky touch, and the rough calluses made his heart sour for some reason. Immediately afterwards, he heard his father narrate something, a fact, slowly in a low voice.

"Fabius Bayer might be able to clone some Chaos Astartes, but he doesn't have the ability to clone my son. Do you understand, Fulgrim?"

Hearing this, Fulgrim's heart trembled.

He exclaimed, "Then I—?!"

The Emperor looked at him sharply: "There are both good and evil in all men, my son."

His next words echoed in Fulgrim's heart like Hong Zhong Dalu, and it didn't stop until he walked out of the room.

That sentence was very simple, but it made him want to cry.

Read the latest chapter of serious people who are learning magic in Marvel, please pay attention ()