Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

In a way, mages and emperors are workaholics, but they are different.

The Emperor is one of those people who can go on and on and on, and for him, work is a measure of rest. Anything he gains in the process is a consolation to him. He has an endless drive to drive himself to complete uninterrupted work.

The mage is different - for him, work is part of his fun. In other words, he only does it when he finds it interesting.

Quite casual, but when it comes to things of interest, his action is quite exaggerated.

The two are currently working on a plan in the warp that only the two of them know the whole picture.

The Emperor used his psionic energy to clear the warp chaos in front of him, and those things obscured his vision like a heavy veil. The mage followed behind him, following every step of the way, but didn't do anything, and even closed his eyes.

"Is there a result?" the Emperor asked, looking back at him.

He got a finger raised by the mage - don't get me wrong, not the middle finger, but the index finger: "Wait a minute... don't talk for now."

He Shenyan closed his eyes and frowned: "Who created the net way? I don't believe this is a dimension born naturally, it's like a labyrinth."

He's right, the webway is sometimes referred to as the maze dimension. It has arterial roads, narrow corridors and twisting shiny tunnels. Mysterious and bizarre. These passages connect the real universe and the warp, however, such a metaphorical description can only be called crude compared to its real nature.

If he had to say it, the Emperor would prefer to call it a gap in the mirror: "You're still so keen... The Webway was created by a race called the Old Ones."

He Shenyan opened his eyes, where the blue brilliance shone and boiled. The excess magic even made the surrounding curtains tremble, and the aftermath spread, causing a tide in the warp. Hundreds of thousands of demons died under it.

"Have you found anything?" The Emperor looked at him expectantly.

"I'm not sure if it's... tsk."

The mage frowned. "The web is too intricate and connected to the warp. Even I can't fully explore every corner of it. I have to go deep into it."

"That's too dangerous."

"Nothing can threaten me.

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The Emperor thought for a moment, then answered in the affirmative: "Yeah, unless Slaanesh and Khorne join forces...but I have to warn you, you might get lost in it."

"I won't." He Shenyan smiled. "Leave the one in the network to me."

"I'm in charge of the others." The Emperor nodded to him, watching him tear open the curtain and burrow into the net.

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Young Tamari cursed the cowardice of the Eldar, as he had done every day since his unfortunate fall through a secondary web portal.

At the time of the incident, he was following standard procedures for dealing with secondary network portals, as stated in the Department of Military Affairs manual.

First, he threw a fragmentation grenade at the entrance, then fired a half-magazine rapid-fire with the light gun. After making sure that any Eldar that might exist on the other side were completely dead, he immediately began to radio, and a team of sappers would go there and blow up the entrance.

But the problem was that Tamari was unlucky—he performed the procedures of throwing fragmentation grenades and rapid-fire light guns very well, and the screams of the Eldar from the net channel made him even more excited. Killing the alien was a compliment to the soldier, even more honorable than the service itself.

However, just as the radio called, a slender arm full of blood stretched out from the network channel and pulled him in. But in just an instant, Tamari was pulled into the network channel.

An Eldar who was covered in blood and minced flesh and had a broken leg was looking at him with hatred, holding a sharp, curved, alien-shaped blade in his right hand.

Tamari repaid him with the same hateful look, emptying the remaining half-round light gun magazine with his backhand. It didn't have any effect. Even if he dragged his injured leg, the Spirit Race could still evade his attack with agile movements.

Even to provoke him, the guy taunted him in low gothic accents: "You pathetic monkey! Wait till you die! Death will soon be upon you!"

Tamari's answer was simple and clear in four words - "Fuck you!"

The young soldier roared and drew his battle dagger, stabbing backhand against the Eldar charging towards him.

Tamari is unfortunate, but also lucky. Before the Eldar blade completely pierced his carapace, his dagger first found the opponent's heart.

The Spirit Race seemed to have lost all strength in an instant and fell limply to the ground. And Tamari still did not relax, he cautiously backed away, changed the magazine, and refilled the gun.

Then, he has been on foot so far, trying in vain to find an exit to the outside world within the webway. His mission is not over yet. Little did the young soldier know that falling into the netway was no different from death, and even if he could get out, he would be reviewed again and again by the Military Affairs Department.

The three packs of combat rations that were provided had long been eaten, and every hour spent thereafter was a gift from the Emperor. Because of this, Tamari was even more grateful for his gift.

Although the state religions have quietly begun to change their propaganda caliber and no longer portray the emperor as a god, how can the subtle influence of thousands of years be so easily eliminated?

For now, Tamari still regards him as a god.

He kept walking, trying to find an exit before he died. In fact, Tamari knew in his heart that he probably couldn't get out. But it wasn't his will to sit there and wait for death. That kind of death was too incompetent. Even if he really wants to die, he still wants to pull a few odd-shaped pads on his back.

With this thought in mind, he kept going--until he passed a corner when he heard a strange noise.

It sounded like some kind of continuous muffled sound, very strange. He carefully held his breath, looking from the corner of the probe, Tong Kong shrank.

The narrow hallway shone with misty brilliance, blood was everywhere, and the ground was covered with broken limbs, broken arms and minced meat. It was as miserable as if someone had created a massacre here—after the initial shock had passed, Tamari found that the bodies were Eldar.

Is it some kind of monster in the webway that is killing them?

He frowned, silently loaded the light gun in his hand, and walked forward on the flesh. The further you go, the clearer the muffled sound.

Adrenaline began to secrete, and the alone Astral Army walked forward fearlessly, but saw a scene that stunned him.

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