Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Jumping out of the void, this inconspicuous treant was still wearing the pink pajamas, looking like a creature from another world.

Angron didn't want to worry about its image at the moment, but asked in a deep voice, "Is there something else you haven't told me?"

The Treant Mage blinked, and a strange expression appeared on his dry face: "My dear customer, what are you talking about?"

"The divinity lodging can only accommodate similar divinity, how can you be sure that what I found can accommodate the divinity born in which body?"

The Treant Mage sighed.

"So that's why...you worry too much! However, I am also partly responsible. After all, I didn't make things clear. Well, please allow me to take a few minutes of your time to explain to you Just a moment, okay?"

It raised a hand—or rather, a branch that looked like a hand. Soft and hard, it even has green leaves growing on it. A mass of soft green light emanated from the open palms, Angron immediately narrowed his eyes, and the analysis function of the pattern has been activated.

The tree man didn't care about his analysis, he just continued talking. In terms of work, it is very conscientious: "As a cross-boundary mage, ah, no, I should say that. As a cross-boundary mage who has been in the cross-boundary industry for more than 30,000 years, I have the ability to make changes Divine lodging properties..."

It also seemed to realize that its words were too academic, so it simply paused to speak more clearly.

"You just need to find a divinity lodging, and I can change its attributes and the size of the divinity it can accommodate. If you want to slowly develop it into a real god, I can also help .”

It was said lightly, but Angron frowned in displeasure: "According to your words, you are so strong, why don't you create a divine boarding object yourself?"

"Ah, sir, you've got the point!"

The tree man clapped his hands and said loudly: "If I could, of course I would do so directly—but the problem is that the divine lodging cannot be 'made', my dear guest."

"why?"

"Because it is a manifestation of rules." The tree man smiled. "A manifestation that cannot be changed, cannot be manufactured, and is even difficult to destroy. It may be fragile in shape, but it has a very high status on the conceptual level... Ah, to put it more clearly, guest."

It spread its hands: "If it could be manufactured, the White Tower Council would have used this kind of thing for wholesale."

"......I see."

"That's good, so, did you find it?"

Angron raised his hand and pointed to the silent puppet, who hadn't said a word until now, and wanted to introduce it, only then realized that he didn't even know her name. The Lord of Red Sand was stuck for a while, before slowly nodding: "...that's right."

"Ah, it's her? Oh, no, it turned out to be a soul body... The courage is commendable, and she dared to abandon her original body."

The tree man smiled slightly, and the green light in his palm disappeared. Then, the puppet suddenly moved, with a dazed expression. Angron frowned, realizing that she hadn't chosen to be silent just now, but had been suspended in time.

This Treant...

"What happened to me just now?"

"You have been suspended in time by me, this young lady who has the potential to become a god."

The tree man approached her with a smile, the latter looked up at it, and suddenly jumped up like a cat with fried fur. His long blue hair was windless and automatic, and the magic power gushed out crazily, uncontrollably and passively. want to protect their master.

"Oh, it's not necessary, I have no hostility towards you." It said politely. "Usually, I would not attack any intelligent creatures,

I quit. "

Let's go and give it a try. 】

"You, what are you?!"

Rani's voice was trembling. She rarely lost her composure, not even when she learned that her mother had gone mad. However, this cannot be blamed on her. The aura of this tree man was too frightening, at first glance, it was nothing special. But just take another look...

The huge oppressive feeling like the whole world is pressing towards you, and the huge darkness like an abyss, but just a quick glance, she almost followed in the footsteps of her mother.

"Things? Ah, that's a bit rude to say. But it's not incomprehensible."

The tree man nodded thoughtfully: "It doesn't matter, miss. I'm just a merchant, and I came to pick up my guest's goods—he made a deal with you, right?"

Rani looked at it, then at Angron, who still didn't know his name, and nodded in a daze. No one knows what kind of turmoil this decision will bring to the border area in the near future.

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"How long will it take for support to arrive?"

"Three solar hours."

"Get them up to speed."

With a few hasty instructions, Yin Zekiel, the third company commander of the Crimson Blade Chapter, the "stubborn" who refused to accept other positions, was currently loading his bolter.

He didn't wear a helmet. In the last battle not long ago, he was ambushed and his helmet shattered from a fatal blow he had withstood. And they are now on the battlefield, and if they find another helmet, it will not be displayed at all.

What's more, he doesn't wear a helmet, which can boost morale even more.

——However, Yin Zekiel himself is quite resistant to this matter.

During a battle three years ago, he had the honor of aboard the now-sacred Revenge, where he learned who the true Primarch of his Chapter was. He even saw Sanguinius, who was still a soul at that time, because of his high inspiration. Of course, this was not without consequences.

The scarlet tears on his face from his eye sockets to his chin are one of the consequences. These two lines of blood and tears gave him a kind of compassionate martyr temperament, but when he was fighting, he looked like a berserker .

However, he loved melee combat.

After the Second Defense of Terra, he returned to the Chapter, told all, and rebuilt the 3rd Company, which was down to thirteen men. Although the Chapter Master asked him to stay in the Chapter as an 'instructor' to teach the recruits, he actually knew what it meant.

Yoon Zekiel refuses to accept it - refuses to accept it to death. Let me stay in the battle group as a mascot and pass on this glorious history?

No!

The real honor is to be won by oneself, he doesn't want the recruits to grow up with his deeds, not to mention, he doesn't think it's something glorious. But he just survived the Eye of Fear, stayed on the Vengeance for a while, participated in two battles, and then participated in the Battle of Terra.

In these battles, he and his brothers were marginal people, not considered the main force, and had nothing to be proud of.

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