Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Horus hadn't seen Guilliman for two days, and he wondered about it.

In his mind, the image of Robert Guilliman was firmly bound to his metal desk. Guilliman can stay in his office for a whole day, and if necessary, even meetings can be held remotely with a personal terminal.

But now, such a person—such a workaholic disappeared in his office inexplicably.

"Do you know where he is, Ms. Inphraine?" Horus asked politely.

"I would like to know, Lord Horus..." the Eldar replied, leaning lazily in Guilliman's chair. "But Robert didn't tell anyone where he was going."

Horus frowned when he got the answer.

Broken mind, young body. But he is not ignorant of the current political situation in the empire, and everyone knows that the fragile balance is maintained by Guilliman alone——Three years have passed since the Battle of Terra, but many officials don’t know this For one thing, they didn't even know the Inquisition had been canceled.

Currently, there are still many Inquisitors acting in its name throughout the galaxy.

Maintaining a huge political system requires many officials, many incompetent officials and a small number of officials who can really do things. It is a pity that the 'small part' of the empire is really a small part.

"But you don't have to worry too much, Lord Horus."

Inphraine poked her finger at Guilliman's table boredly: "Robert is a very sensible person in most cases, and it is unlikely that he will go to a single one-on-one battle with a dangerous enemy without equipment or manpower , this kind of thing is not in line with his style."

Speaking of this, the leader of the death army suddenly smiled ambiguously.

Horus didn't know why, so he just touched his head inexplicably and replied: "You seem to be talking about something completely irrelevant. Aren't we discussing where he went?"

"Yes, but it's not impossible, is it?"

Inphraine leaned back, completely wrapped in Guilliman's chair. She stretched comfortably: "He may suddenly feel that the office is too cramped—what do you think?"

Horus glanced at the office, and disagreed with Inphraine's statement.

Guilliman's office was spacious, visible through the two heavy doors.

After entering the gate, the first thing you see is four rows of huge bookshelves, which are filled with precious books such as various orphans that the Ultramarines have searched for for 10,000 years. The ceiling is a huge mural, and the emperor's eyes closed in compassion is in the center. On the left is Guilliman, who also has his eyes closed, and on the right are the Ultramarines who are fighting.

"I don't think Robert's office is very cramped, ma'am—and I have a question to ask."

"Excuse me, as long as I know, I will tell you everything." Inphraine replied with a smile.

"When did you meet Robert?"

This sudden question made Inphraine silent for a while—she began to think quickly about what Horus meant, and of course, she couldn't come up with an answer.

The broken-hearted Horus is not as mature as his appearance, and the occasional flash of inspiration does not mean that he is really so deep-minded all the time. The real reason for asking this question is actually just a casual talk.

Of course, Inphraine would not know the truth. After a while of silence, she had already started to think about whether Horus' question meant that he was asking it himself.

Such a slow answering speed was clearly seen by Horus, and he couldn't help but laugh: "If you don't want to answer, then you don't have to answer - I can see the relationship between you and Robert. I have to say, Infle Ms. Ni, you still feel a little...huh?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Inphraine's expression suddenly changed, and she disappeared abruptly on Guilliman's chair without even explaining the reason to him.

She disappeared as a flickering black shadow, and a gap opened between the two heavy doors. Yin Fulei ran wildly through the gap.

[To be honest, I have been using reading books recently to follow up, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, both Android and Apple are fine. 】

It seemed that as long as I ran a little slower, I could never walk away again.

"Hey?!"

Horus watched the scene in bewilderment, and he went to the door and pulled it open. The scene in the corridor did not change. The two Changsheng soldiers in charge of standing guard saw him and bowed their heads respectfully.

One of them asked, "Is there anything I need, my lord?"

"No, I'm just—uh, did you see Ms. Inphraine passing by just now?"

"It is true, my lord." The Ever Victorious Army replied. "She seemed in a hurry..."

There was an imperceptible schadenfreude at the end of the sentence, but it was still spotted by Horus. He smiled helplessly, then continued after a pause, "Do you know where Robert went?"

"There is no need for the Primarch to explain to us where he needs to go, my lord, if you really need to know the answer, perhaps you can go to the Chapter Master to borrow his personal terminal, and that should be able to contact the Primarch."

Horus' eyes lit up: "Good idea! Thank you for your reminder! But I'm afraid I won't be able to find him until dinner time. I haven't finished my study plan for today."

After finishing speaking, he ran away thumping, apparently wanting to go back to his room.

The two ever-victorious soldiers exchanged glances with each other through the helmets, and one of them whispered after a long silence: "I've always wanted to ask...do you think the young man looks very similar. ...cough? Sometimes I really want to remind him that it's better to wear a mask."

He replaced the detailed name with a cough, but the other Ever Victorious Army knew exactly who he was referring to.

The latter shook his head slightly, and said indifferently: "This is not something we should care about, brother, let's stand on this post first. Our vacation will be in three weeks. At that time, we can go to Terra On the space station, I asked the brothers who stayed on it about the latest information circulated."

The former nodded in silence for a while, but still complained: "I can't believe that we still have a secret intelligence network now... This is not something we would do at all."

The latter shrugged: "The standard Ultramarine style will not cooperate with the Eldar..."

The two let out a chuckle at the same time.

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The teleportation light flashed, and seven people appeared in the lower hangar of the Glory of Macragge. This is one of the eight hangars. Dozens of Thunderhawk gunboats are sleeping peacefully. Their surfaces have been polished to a bright shine, and it is obvious that they are often maintained and repaired. Despite this, no tech sergeants or maintenance servitors were seen in the hangar.

They'd all been evacuated ahead of time - to be precise, there were several routes on the Glory of Macragge today that wouldn't have any Ultramarines.

With a clean face, Guilliman coughed twice and said: "The plan is this. Let's wait outside Horus' room first, and I will call him out. Then we will meet him one by one. ——Russ, what are you doing with a sad face?"

The Wolf King and Khan exchanged glances, and the latter smiled meaningfully, but did not answer. Naturally, he would not tell Guilliman that there was a bet between him and Russ. Although neither of them won, for Russ, not winning was tantamount to losing.

He had long wanted to drink Chogorian wine.

Guilliman glanced at the two men for no reason, and then continued: "The reason why we meet one by one is because his soul is still in a broken state. If we rush into his room, I'm afraid something bad will happen." situation."

"What's the situation?" Fulgrim asked, holding a carefully wrapped gift box in his hands.

Guilliman sighed.

"Well, I spent some time with Horus—I mean him at this stage, of course. His mind is currently in his teens, and for the most part just a very bright kid. But, occasionally He'll show himself as Horus. I mean, the real Horus."

Sanguinius listened quietly, looked at Guilliman with worried eyes, and couldn't help but speak when he said 'the real Horus'.

"Is he all right? I mean, has he—?"

"No, you can rest assured, brother." Guilliman smiled. "At that time, he was very confused, always thinking that the existence of me or Khan was just a chaotic illusion. He would always first confess what he had done, and then firmly said that he would never give in... . Of course, this is a better time."

"So, what about the worse times?"

Angron asked calmly with his hands behind his back. Pointed out the key point to the point.

Guilliman sighed: "On the worst days, he will show strong suicidal tendencies. I have to use magic to restrain his movements. That's why he has to stay with me for about twelve hours a day. one."

"Speaking of magic, my student." He Shenyan said slowly. "How do you master the power of the Titan?"

"...not very well, teacher."

"It's not very good and has several different meanings. Did you learn it but couldn't put it out a few times, or didn't you learn it at all?"

"...I haven't learned at all, sir."

"oh, I see."

He Shenyan nodded, and then stopped talking. However, there was a mysterious smile on his always pale face at this moment. Seeing the smile, Guilliman felt a sudden chill.

He quickly changed the subject.

"Well, that's all there is to say, brothers, let's hit the road."

The adjective he chose made everyone else's expressions become a little weird.

Macragge's Glory is a flagship of the Queen of Glory class, which means she is simply ridiculously large. Although it is not as good as the Vengeance and the newly manufactured Behemoth-class battleship, she is still one of the glory of the empire in the past.

Anyone planning to get around this ship on foot is probably out of their minds—but not with the aid of a mage.

Ruth glanced back, the scenery passing by so fast made him grinning uncontrollably: "Is there such a trick? Captain, can I learn it?"

"You can, but you have to be able to sit still—I mean, you have to be patient enough to meditate."

Ruth immediately lost interest: "Oh, well, forget it."

"You really didn't hesitate to give up, Russ." Khan said with a smile. "Still thinking about my two barrels of wine?"

"Yes." The wolf king admitted without hesitation. "Of course I will miss them. There are never too many precious treasures like wine, especially the wine from you. You were not very generous in the past."

Khan shrugged and did not answer Ruth's pointed words. What used to take half a day to more than a day on foot is now only seventeen minutes away.

They stood in front of a separate door, in civilian clothes, not looking like noble Primarchs at this moment, but a group of ordinary people.

A group of ordinary people who are excited, uneasy, and worried because they are about to see their brothers whom they haven't seen for a long time, except of course, He Shenyan. He came here today entirely to watch a play. At this time, he was leisurely leaning against the wall on the other side with a smile on his face.

Guilliman exchanged glances with his brothers, took a deep breath, stood in front of Horus' room, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A rather childish voice came from inside, but everyone could tell who the owner of this voice was.

Guilliman opened the door and entered. Horus was sitting with his back facing him, reading a book, and there was a notebook open on the desk, which was densely filled with many things. He is very serious about his attitude towards knowledge.

"Who is it?" Horus asked without looking back. "Please forgive me for not being able to receive you now. This page is so wonderful that I can't take my eyes off it."

"It's me, brother."

Horus turned his head abruptly and exclaimed joyfully, "Ah, Robert! Where have you been?"

"Going to take care of something..."

"In short, it's good that you're fine—is too much government affairs bothering you? It's okay. I'm studying politics recently, and I'll be able to help you soon."

There was nothing concealed in Horus's smile, only a clear heart. His room is not very luxurious, it can even be regarded as simple, this is his request. But this young and immature child has a face that Guilliman is very familiar with.

In the past, he respected the owner of this face. But the owner of this face finally tore the bond between the galaxy and the brothers with his own hands.

Countless people died in that disaster, and countless worlds are still mourning for it.

Guilliman stared at him for a while, and originally planned to explain to Horus according to the plan, but suddenly there was a loud sound behind him, like the sound of many people huddled together and falling down.

He looked back and found Ruth lying by the door with an embarrassed smile on his face. Khan stretched out his hand to hold him, but also exposed most of his body. Angron stood in the shadow not far away, with only a pair of eyes showing. Fulgrim was standing side by side with Sanguinius, holding the gift box, looking at them with a smile.

——At that moment, it seemed that nothing had changed, except that many people were missing.

After a brief moment of sentimentality, Guilliman immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He quickly turned his head to look at Horus, and sure enough, the latter had fallen into that state again.

The temperature in the room began to change silently, it gradually increased and gradually boiled. The air is beginning to be full of heart-pounding breath. The metal plates that make up the walls rattled, and the power of the star body was beginning to emerge, but the emotional fluctuations made many Primarchs feel uncomfortable.

That broken soul is back.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, frowning tightly, without speaking, with a dazed expression.

"Horus, are you alright?" Guilliman asked worriedly.

The broken soul slowly raised his head and glanced at him, as if he didn't understand what the question meant - a few seconds passed, and he shook his head.

The shake of the head was not an answer to Guilliman's question, but another feeling.

"how so......"

He said sadly: "Fulgrim, Angron... I can understand that you are here, but why do you even—?"

"Jaghatai, Russ, Robert, Sanguinius... why would you... no, it can't be true..."

"It must be an illusion."

He muttered to himself: "Yes, illusion."

Anger erupted.

The raging and burning anger turned into a distorted scene visible to the naked eye. The shattered soul howled silently. He was in pain as if a thousand swords were pierced into his heart at the same time, and tears dripped from his eyes. He said it was an illusion, but still couldn't hold back his tears.

The huge and heavy sadness swept over, making everyone stunned.

"Brother, stop, this isn't—" Guilliman tried to explain, but was cut off.

"Shut up, you pathetic phantom! Chaos of the Warp! How dare you misappropriate my brother's image again to deceive me? You have already deceived me once, you have made me..."

He choked up and fell to his knees. His tears had dried up, and now scarlet blood flowed out of his eyes: "Is this what you want? Do you want to see me suffer and perish? Never! Never! I won't let you If you succeed, I will never succumb to lies again!"

The broken soul raised its hand, and its strength condensed on it. Without hesitation, he stuck out his knuckles and punched himself on the temple.

At that moment, everyone's complexion changed drastically. They watched their long-lost brothers commit suicide without hesitation, but they could do nothing about it. They were immobilized in a frenzy of grief and rage.

until a voice sounded.

"stop."

It was the mage's voice, but he didn't speak words. This is a simple syllable, but it contains unimaginable power. It was more of an order than a language.

An imperative to reality.

Reality yielded, and Horus actually stopped. He seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body collapsed limply to the ground. Guilliman quickly helped him onto the bed beside him.

"Just now..." Ruth whispered. "what is that?"

No one answered his words.

"Horus, Horus? Please, wake up." Guilliman checked his condition anxiously, almost at a loss.

As the initiator of the banquet and the plan, he never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse. Worry had consumed him, something the Lord of Ultramar had never imagined would happen at his worst.

——He is not Horus after all, and he doesn't know what the latter has experienced in those ten thousand years.

A soul is played back and forth by the four gods, and he has experienced all kinds of cruel punishments in the world. Among them, Tzeentch is the worst. She once made Horus go through all the rebellion again because of a whim, but this time, he was awake, but he couldn't control his body. He could only watch everything happen again. .

And then again and again.

He Shenyan glanced at the situation in the room, then turned his head to look at Angron who walked over at some point, and asked, "Why do you have such an expression?"

"In my world, Horus is the one who took the place of Sanguinius." Angron simply explained, with a complicated expression on his face.

What happened just now made him very moved—even though he knew in his heart that this was not the Horus he knew, but was the emotion he showed false?

No one could say that, they were all witnesses to Horus' sorrow and wrath. Because they have seen it with their own eyes, they cannot say anything to deny it.

The facts are right in front of us.

He Shenyan shook his head, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Angron asked behind him.

"The next thing is not my part, he will wake up in a few minutes, and his broken mind will get some help from the past. His memory will merge a little... I don't like watching family carnival dramas very much .”

The mage stopped in his tracks, turned his head and smiled: "Let's leave it to you to enjoy, I have other things to do."

His figure gradually disappeared in a ray of light.

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cross border.

again.

The moon hangs high in the sky, white and beautiful. Surrounded by pointed buildings, the dense and complex houses are crowded together, giving people a complex aesthetic feeling. Although they are all close together, they don't feel crowded. The lights are brightly lit, people are laughing and celebrating the arrival of the new year, the streets are covered with thick snow, and more is falling from the sky.

This is Valoran, Runeterra—or more precisely, this is New Yin Luzier.

He Shenyan raised his head, and in his line of sight, there was a tall tower in the front and the highest place. There, someone was waiting for him.

Smiling, he teleported up.

"You are really slow..." Gwyndolin said reproachfully, but smiled in the next second.

She stood up, opened her arms towards the mage, blinked playfully, and behaved gracefully, but her white cheeks were already flushed: "I ask for compensation."