Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

In the end, the number of people fishing was determined to be five people.

To put it more bluntly, except for Sanguinius and Guilliman who remained in that office, everyone else fled. The culprit, Ruth, took the lead, and they ran away with peace of mind.

"Is there really a fishing place on the boat?" Angron asked with a strange expression.

"Yes—why not?" The mage shrugged. "Can't I go fishing?"

Angron looked at the ground, at the wall, and then at the ceiling: "...I just think fishing on the Revenge is a weird feeling."

"If you think it's too weird, we can also go fishing outside." The mage said calmly. "I can move the fishing place and pinch an asteroid out, and the five of us can sit and fish there."

Not to mention Angron, even Ruth, who had regained his interest, shuddered at the thought of this scene.

"I'm still worried about them both," Fulgrim said. "When we left, it wasn't a great atmosphere."

Khan said surprisingly, "Do you want to take a gamble? I think Robert will come to see us tomorrow with a blue eye."

The first one to respond was of course the Wolf King. He nodded without hesitation: "Okay! I'll bet two, what's the bet?"

"No talking for a month." Khan grinned. "What do you think?"

"This--"

Ruth hesitated, but it didn't last long. Khan's next sentence directly made him nod his head: "How about adding two barrels of Wenzhen's special wine, Chogolis flavor?"

"I agreed!"

"Okay, then the bet is to be completely silent for a month, even if you drink water, you can't make a sound. Is it a deal?"

[Recommended, chasing books is really easy to use, download it here, everyone can try it quickly. 】

"make a deal!"

Fulgrim couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head away, heaving a long sigh, only thinking that he was simply having a nightmare.

They soon arrived at the reserved fishing spot, which was located on the lower deck. There was nothing in the dark giant warehouse, and their footsteps echoed in the darkness.

He Shenyan raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a soft light lit up above his head. A tidal echo swept through everyone's bones, repeating in their ears over and over again. Angron frowned uncomfortably at the monotonous voice.

"What's that sound?"

"Never mind, my friend."

The mage smiled slightly: "Come on, the fishing place is ready."

He stepped forward, and the soles of his feet seemed to touch the water. The flat ground suddenly rippling with water, the mage continued to move forward, the ground engulfed his ankles, calves, and even his waist. This scene that completely violated the laws of physics made the four people on the 'Shore' stunned.

"Don't just stand around, come with me, gentlemen."

With his back to them, he said so, and then completely disappeared into the ground.

Angron followed closely, stepping into the eerie bottom. It was dark, deep and quiet all around. There was almost no light in the darkness, and even Primarch-level night vision ability could not see through this heavy curtain of darkness. Angron frowned, and wanted to call out the mage's name, but found that his voice was completely silenced.

A concept broke into his mind—an idea that was not his own but came from somewhere else. It's like fish and shrimp crashed into a fisherman's filter, the small ones slipped away, and only the big ones remained.

Big, dark, deep.

An unspeakable concept.

Angron pursed his lips tightly and continued to move forward. This time, a light appeared before his eyes.

A piece of colorful and brilliant light suddenly appeared, without the slightest call. He Shenyan sat on an armchair with his back to him, a wooden suspender was held in his right hand, and the fishing line stretched far, far.

Four chairs were arranged in an orderly manner around the brilliant light. Angron walked over and sat next to the mage.

At this time, he found his voice came back.

"How is this going?"

"What's going on?"

"My voice—" Angron said. "—It was deprived at the beginning, and, where is this place?"

"The place you just passed is not allowed to have sound, it is not deprived, but hidden." He Shenyan patiently explained to him. "As for the question of where this place is...I'll talk about it when someone arrives."

After a few minutes, everyone arrived. Ruth fidgeted in his chair, seeming to dislike his surroundings. Fulgrim was quite at ease. Khan was the calmest—the calmest, but his hands were still clenched tightly.

Seeing that everyone was present, the mage snapped his fingers, and everyone had an extra fishing rod.

"So, shall we start fishing? It's an ancient sport that tests patience, skill and courage," he said.

"Compared with fishing, I am more concerned about where this place is." Khan said slowly. "Captain, this doesn't look like the Revenge or... our world."

He used a cautious descriptor.

"Ah, interesting insight, any more?"

Ruth was the second to speak, and he said now as if grinding his teeth: "...I don't know where this is, but I'm afraid I don't like it very much."

"It fits your personality very well, Mr. Leman Russ. Although you and I don't know each other very well, I like your personality."

He Shenyan grinned: "At least you're honest enough—what about the other two?"

Fulgrim sighed, looking indifferent to the world and just wanting to be quiet: "I don't care where this is, at least it's quiet enough."

He clearly meant something.

Angron kept his expression as if someone owed him money. He waved his fishing rod and said, "I agree with Chagatai."

"Then, it's time for the answer—oh, wait a minute, there's a fish in the bait."

He Shenyan smiled excitedly. He stood up, and the fishing rod began to vibrate crazily. It creaked and rattled, attracting everyone's attention.

"As I said, this is an ancient sport—" The mage swung his arm vigorously, and an amorphous soft radiance was 'fished' out of the gorgeous brilliance.

"—so our booty is also ancient."

He carefully removed the brilliance, wiped it with his hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, then threw it back, sighed in disappointment: "This fish is not mature enough..."

Sitting back on the chair again, he asked, "Where did I just say that? Oh, yes, announce the answer..."

"This is between worlds," said the mage. "We are sitting in the gap between the world and the world. One step ahead is the endless sea of ​​stars. Unfortunately, I can't bring so many people across the border, so we can only sit here and catch fish."

"Do you usually go back and forth between worlds through such a place?" Angron asked.

"Sometimes," said the mage noncommittally. "Ah, here comes another one."

He repeated the previous procedure, and the light ball caught this time had a pitch-black color and was relatively large, almost the size of an ordinary person's head. Angron noticed a smile on He Shenyan's face.

"Not bad." He said as he untied the light ball. "It's right this time."

"What is this?" Angron asked.

"A message from a different world."

He Shenyan patiently explained to them: "There are hundreds of millions of worlds floating up and down in the endless star sea. The world barrier protects them from the threats of those ancients in the star sea, but the world barrier cannot stop the flow of information."

"This is a very interesting phenomenon. The information of some worlds will float in the sea of ​​stars for many years, and finally become a brand new world. This can explain why some worlds are so similar. Of course, for now, this is just my own A half-baked theory of

He grinned: "It has yet to be proven."

"This place creeps me out, Captain." Russ scratched his hair in boredom, imitating Khan's name. "I'm also not interested in endless star seas, world news, etc. I just want to know why you brought us here."

"To catch a gift for your little brother Horus."

He Shenyan shrugged his shoulders: "There are not only messages floating in the sea of ​​stars, but also other things - the fishing rod can only catch a limited number, why don't you start to try?"

Khan was the first to respond to him.

The Chogorian stood up, holding the fishing rod above his head with both hands, and abruptly put on a posture of holding a knife. The fishing line was thrown out by him and fell into the colorful splendor.

"Oh, right."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers as if something sounded. A light curtain lit up beside them, and the scene of another world was reflected on it, and a man who was very familiar to everyone present was fighting on it.

His face was pale, and his long hair was disheveled like a ghost.

"Oh—" Fulgrim raised an eyebrow. "—This is a bit beyond my expectation."

Angron squinted his eyes, and his first reaction was to kick the mage's chair a little dissatisfied.

"Remember to let me know next time something like this happens." He said as if it should be taken for granted.