Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?
Thirty-seven. 1 expedition (2 in 1)
"Start an expedition at this time?"
The Emperor raised his head from his work and glanced at the mage. From the calm expression alone, it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Facing his question and vague doubts, He Shenyan just nodded.
"I never make a promise lightly."
There was still an unfinished second half of this sentence, and the Emperor laughed—he stopped his work.
The hand that had collected soul fragments in the disordered chaos of the Warp paused, and the Emperor withdrew his hands, holding them before him to examine them carefully, not wanting to miss even the smallest detail.
He said: "If you want to, go for it. The territory around the Eye of Terror has not yet been recovered... Guilliman also said that he wanted to launch an expedition, but it was delayed for various reasons , you might be able to get him involved as well."
"What about the jobs that belonged to him?"
The emperor smiled maliciously, and he became more and more human: "Don't you have a little trick of doppelganger...?"
Even the mage hesitated for the emperor's hint: "...doing this is not good?"
"That's out of my scope."
Throwing out the difficult multiple-choice questions casually, the emperor's expression returned to his calm expression, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden no matter what.
Seeing this, He Shenyan could only shake his head helplessly, but just as he was about to leave, the emperor suddenly stopped him.
"...they will not sit still," said the Emperor.
The Lord of Humanity raised his head and looked up at the chaotic and rational starry sky in the subspace. The power of chaos formed a beautiful curtain of colorful light above their heads. The emperor's expression was not overwhelmed by it, but filled with deep hatred.
"You are a little mistaken, my friend."
He Shenyan tore open the space, turned and left, his voice penetrated the curtain at that moment, and reached the ears of the evil gods: "...I will not let it go."
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Guilliman was rarely distracted when dealing with government affairs,
As far as his character is concerned, such things rarely happen.
——It can even be said that there is almost no.
Robert Guilliman is a very serious person, not only because of his personality, but also because of his family education. And when he deals with government affairs, his level of seriousness will rise to a higher level.
However, since we are human beings, there will naturally be times when we feel restless, such as at this moment.
A picture kept appearing in front of his eyes repeatedly - just last night, that evil, damned, self-righteous Inphraine broke into his lounge without permission.
And none of the guards standing guard noticed—no, Guilliman even suspected that they did it on purpose.
At this moment, he hated that he didn't have psychic powers, that he couldn't read the hearts of these little bastards.
Of course, Inphraine's barking into his lounge at night wasn't because of that dirty thing. In fact, she had something very important to tell Guilliman, but he was still annoyed by the thoughts shown by his heirs.
How can you not stop her? ! Those are rumors, rumors! Is it possible that I will really marry an Eldar woman? !
Thinking of this, Guilliman sighed. He threw down the pen in his hand, and at this moment, it turned out that the pen was not pleasing to the eye. The technology of Wenzhen has been developed to such a point, why is our bureaucratic system still using pen and paper to convey important information?
No, it must be reformed, and the order will be issued tomorrow. Starting from Terra, all officials who have direct contact with me and need to deal with government affairs must be equipped with a Wenzhen extension...
Guilliman stopped thinking abruptly, because he found sadly that he still had to use pen and paper to issue this order.
…
The regent of the empire stood up from his seat expressionlessly. He pushed away the simple chair that fit his body shape, and stood in front of the porthole with his hands behind his back.
Gazing at the galaxy, Guilliman realized that he had not left the Glory of Macragge for a long time. He was bound hand and foot by government affairs. After discovering this, a little bit of anger inevitably arose in his heart.
Then, there was a knock on his door.
Guilliman is not one to vent anger on others, and one of the qualities of a statesman is the ability to control his emotions. He put on a calm expression instantly and said, "Come in."
The heavy study door was pushed open, but not by the guards standing guard at the door of his study. If they had done it, Guilliman would have heard their footsteps and the clatter of their hand armor against the iron gate.
But now, he only heard the slight sound of the door rubbing against the floor.
Guilliman turned his head abruptly, and his raised heart let go. The Prince Regent's expression inevitably became distorted: "...your stealth skills are comparable to the great mentor of the Assassin Court."
He Shenyan, who had just startled Guilliman, showed a satisfied smile and waved his hand: "This is not stealth, it's just a little bit of magic. Ah, Guilliman, how are you progressing in the way of magic? "
"...I haven't practiced magic recently." Guilliman replied honestly. "Government affairs are busy, and I can't take time off."
"yes?"
He Shenyan nodded thoughtfully: "Then why did you have time to talk with Yin Fulei, the envoy of the Spirit Race last night?"
"...this is slander!"
Guilliman's face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know where you heard the news, but I definitely didn't have the so-called 'candle night talk' with her!"
"Ok......"
He Shenyan let out a drawn-out nasal sound, and walked over Guilliman to his desk. He flipped through the government affairs written on parchment scrolls, and occasionally stopped to read Guilliman's comments. .
"You don't believe me?!"
"Guilliman, Robert Guilliman, my new student..."
He Shenyan raised his head with a half-smile: "You are an old-fashioned and born politician. And politicians are excellent actors. When it doesn't involve your brother or Inphraine, you like it." Outrageous."
His slow but forceful narration gradually made Guilliman's face pale.
"You suppress your emotions in the bottom of your heart and almost never show them. Even your closest heirs can hardly understand what you are thinking-but why do you always lose everything when you face Inphraine? What about the city?"
"That's because...because..."
Guilliman, who was ruthlessly exposed, began to repeat two words non-stop, and He Shenyan finally burst out laughing.
"Oh, come on, Rob." He called Guilliman's nickname affectionately. "In this way, you have confirmed my completely shaky speculation."
"Only, just speculation?"
"Otherwise?" He Shenyan blinked at him. "It's not speculation. Could it be a fact? Or, do you want it to become a fact?"
"I--"
"Okay, okay. Joking time is over, time to get down to business."
Interrupting Guilliman's spellcasting, He Shenyan snapped his fingers and conjured up an armchair for himself, which landed on the opposite side of Guilliman's desk. He walked over to sit down, sighed comfortably, and then gestured for Guilliman to take a seat too.
"Then, the conversation officially begins."
He Shenyan's fingers formed a tower shape, bouncing back and forth, colliding with each other. With the sound of the voice falling, the heavy door of the study also closed automatically without wind. Guilliman sensed instinctively that something big was about to happen.
"How many Astartes can you mobilize, Guilliman? I mean the Ultramarines."
His brain began to run rapidly, and while analyzing the hidden meaning behind this question, Guilliman gave a relatively cautious answer: "How much do you want?"
"...don't answer questions with questions, how many do you have?"
"I'm afraid I can't give a specific answer." Guilliman smiled reservedly. "I can only say this, I have as much as you need."
He Shenyan glanced at him strangely, thinking that this kid wrote the Astartes scripture himself, and he was the most dishonest one in the end... But he didn't go into it, just skipped it this topic.
"I'll tell you how much you need. Then, the second question, what do you think of the expedition?"
"expedition?"
"expedition."
"What kind of expedition?"
"A crusade to reclaim lost ground and seek vengeance."
He Shenyan stopped dancing his fingers, a golden flame appeared on his fingertips, and gradually expanded until it became a miniature sun.
He flicked it, sending it toward the ceiling of Guilliman's study. The tiny psychic sun began to spin slowly above it, and Guilliman stared at it, silently, waiting for the mage's next words.
"Kill them all, that's all."
The human mage said so.
"Civilians, soldiers, Astartes... merchants, painters, or low-level miners, regardless of status, regardless of bloodline, I don't even care if some of them know their names."
He slowly stretched out his right hand: "To be honest, Guilliman, I don't care much about this matter. Abaddon, the initiator of the Eye of Terror, has been killed by me, his body and soul are gone, except for a few of his lackeys and minions. In addition to being able to live, my soul was torn apart by me, but this is not enough."
"Because there are still many demons laughing in the galaxy, because there are still many planets being ravaged by them, because there are still countless, irresistible, defenseless people who are suffering like living hell..."
"I can't turn a blind eye to this, I-no-can. Guilliman. So I'm going to start this crusade, and I'm going to kill every traitor or daemon I see along the way, and we'll start from Terra and run all the way to The Eye of Terror is the deepest part. I don't care about secrecy, I even intend to let the whole galaxy know about it, and if something is going to stop us, let them come."
Guilliman stared at the mage, saw him grin and clenched his right hand—at that moment, the golden sun on the ceiling went out. Shadows fell, forming jagged shadows across the mage's face, his white teeth as if chilled with death.
"Because they will all die." He Shenyan said, smiling.
Guilliman stood up, and he asked only one question: "When do we start?"
Facing his question, He Shenyan put away his villainous attitude, stood up from his chair, coughed, and patted Guilliman's shoulder as if nothing had happened.
"...?" Guilliman looked at him blankly, and even began to suspect that he was hallucinating.
what happens? Where did the man I just saw go?
He Shenyan coughed again, opened a portal and walked in. After Tzeentch's death, he was able to ignore the restrictions of the portal in the past, and at this time he could also carry out some interstellar teleportation—just before leaving At the last second, he said something to Guilliman.
"I appreciate your action, Guilliman, but considering that your lover is eavesdropping outside the door, I decided to wait for you to solve this matter before I come to you to discuss the details... um, good luck."
Guilliman turned his head abruptly, and at this moment, the excessive emotion actually affected the psionic energy hidden in his body that he had always hated—the blue light in his eyes flashed, and the thick door of the study was instantly blocked by the psionic energy. pulled away.
Inphraine, who was wearing an elegant black long dress, stood behind the door. She didn't feel the embarrassment of being discovered by eavesdropping on the conversation. She even smiled when facing Guilliman's unkind eyes.
Robert Guilliman took a deep breath, realizing that he couldn't run away any longer. Some things were meant to happen, and he couldn't stop them. Rather, instead of blocking it, it is better to control its direction by yourself.
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"I can not believe it......"
Angron sat on a chair with a dull expression: "You really went to Frank first, not me."
"Are you showing such an expression?"
He Shenyan spread his hands dumbfounded. He opened several portals non-stop all the way, and came to this spaceship. Fulgrim and his party who returned from Yin Stefan No. 3 were on it.
However, the mage never expected that Angron would react like this.
"Why not?" Angron slapped the table violently, deliberately making it make a loud noise, but still controlled his strength so that the table would not be split into two pieces.
He said loudly: "I am the strongest one! The first person I can't accept your mission is not me!"
"...Whether you are the strongest is still open to question, Angron." He Shenyan sighed melancholy, and suddenly felt like he was coaxing a child.
And this kid, he is three meters tall, can dismantle a Terminator with a few swings of his hand, and at the same time, he is one of the most honorable people in this empire.
"Forget it... let's get down to business."
Rolling his eyes, the mage, who realized that he couldn't follow Angron's rhythm, got straight to the point, completely skipping the reminiscence link.
"What's the matter? Have you finally realized how sharp my ax is?" Angron suddenly became excited. "Come on, come on, kill as many as you want! I can't wait!"
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