Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

【Who is a serious person learning magic in Marvel?】 【】

No one answered.

None of them knew what to say.

The word brother occupies a large proportion in human history. In human conception, this word can refer to many kinds of relationships. Brothers by blood, people who are congenial or like-minded, or people who have deep friendship.

There were seven Primarchs present, how could the word refer to each other for them? Are they blood brothers, like-minded people, or people with deep friendship?

No one had an answer, no one even knew how to explain it to Vulkan.

They just looked at this brother who had just woken up with complicated eyes—the most burly, the most powerful, and the most gentle among the original bodies... A man who was unwilling to use his full strength even in the competition , for fear of hurting the other person.

How are you going to explain all this complexity to him?

Vulcan sighed deeply, as if he had gotten an answer from their silence, this sigh was so long that it was suffocating.

He sat up, stared at the ground cautiously, raised his head again after he had prepared himself, and glanced around each of their faces. It was as if he was afraid that his phantom would disappear.

"Even in our dreams, we are not whole."

He pursed his lips tightly and said: "I only see you six... oh..."

Vulkan lowered his head, supported his hands with his knees, and covered his face with his hands, a dull echo came from those heavy palms: "It shouldn't be like this, no... Could it be Are we really doomed to be against each other? Not to be reunited even in a dream?"

Ruth rubbed his arms and took a few steps back without making any sound. He stubbornly made a look of feeling cold, but he kept clenching his teeth tightly, and his throat kept rolling up and down.

Finally, Vulkan raised his head again. His dark complexion perfectly concealed something, so that none of the people present could tell whether the dull red around his eye circles was a physiological reaction, or the marks left by him covering his face just now.

He looked at his brothers again, the only ones he had left, with the careful, fragile glass eyes he looked at.

"Why is this so?"

He asked, or he was just talking to himself, after all, in his opinion, everyone present was just an illusion of subspace.

"I know you all have your own ideals, but isn't the safety of all mankind included? We were supposed to be a shield to protect mankind, but we turned our blades at each other in the end. The flames of war are burning, my Bros......"

Vulcan's tone was not intense, but his voice sounded like he was vomiting blood.

"War can't give man anything but misery and pain. I've seen people sink, howl, and scream in the flames of war. Even among those who survived, there was something about them that was forever changed."

"However, war is necessary—but who brought the war? Our father spent tens of thousands of years trying to end the existence of war. He failed, and so did we. The war was finally won, it It will spread through this universe for eternity until it burns that flame over all of us."

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He paused for a while, and then smiled wryly in the eyes of the silent crowd.

"I'm even speaking to your phantoms, expressing my own opinions and thoughts... What's the use of doing that?"

After saying this,

Vulkan abruptly swallowed back all the unspoken philosophical thoughts.

He lay back on the bed weakly, closed his eyes, as if he had accepted everything, and wanted to take a short rest to wait for the illusion to end. However, someone coughed lightly at this moment.

It is Chagatai.

The Chogorian raised his head, looked at the ceiling of the lounge, and said with erratic eyes: "Vulkan, the dizziness caused by the teleportation, and the character of that lord may have misunderstood something. However, your hearing should have It's recovered, so you should be able to hear the sound of the engine running, right...?"

The Lord of Fire Dragon opened his eyes suddenly, sat up with lightning speed, and looked at him in disbelief. Forgot to close the jaw.

After listening carefully and realizing that Khan was telling the truth, even the tip of his finger that pointed at Khan trembled.

"You...you...this...?!"

Guilliman turned his head so that Vulkan could not see his expression, but his shoulders were shaking.

Just like that, he said slowly in a voice quite different from usual: "Yes, I agree with Jaghatai. Although the engine of the Glory of Macragge is a little far from the lounge, we can still hear it more or less." A little..."

"Robert—?!"

Vulcan's voice almost sounded like a scream.

Ruth didn't hide himself as much as these two people did—his mouth almost reached the ears, and then there was a burst of unstoppable laughter. Leman Russ didn't even say a word, and Vulcan felt a strong sense of shame just by his own smile, which was simply an unprecedented achievement.

"You... this, me? No, no!"

Vulcan covered his head unacceptably, and then started to speak incoherently because he couldn't accept the reality: "By the way, Fulcan! Fulcan! You can't stand in front of me with this appearance, this It must be an illusion of chaos!"

Fulgrim spread his hands slowly, and then pointed to the scar on his face. His generous performance made Vulkan stunned, and the corners of the Fire Dragon Lord's eyes twitched. Then, he heard Fulgrim's voice.

"It's an honor to meet you, my brother, but the person standing in front of you is no longer the Fulgrim you remembered."

The reborn Phoenix said softly: "I am not an illusion of chaos, I am real. Also, although I am a little dissatisfied with your attempt to use me as evidence to refute their behavior, but..."

He laughed heartily, and the scar stretched with the smile.

"...Anyway, welcome back."

Angron moved quietly without making a sound, as if he wanted to try to disappear into the lounge in full view. But his behavior was noticed by another person who was also silent early in the morning. Sanguinius coughed, his figure dissipated into light spots, appeared in front of him, and grabbed Angron's collar.

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With a smile, he pushed the stiff Angron to Vulkan.

"Meet Angron, brother. Do you see any difference in him?"

Angron's face was sullen and he didn't say a word, just like a withered sculpture. And then, Vulkan's actions made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Vulkan stood up tremblingly, hugged him tightly, and kept groping behind Angron's head with his hands, muttering to himself: "Where is that abominable creature...? Disappeared? Who replaced it?" You took it off, my God! Is it the father? He still found a way?! This..."

Angron felt a burst of strong emotions erupt in his heart, which was so strong that even his previous discomfort disappeared. A few seconds ago, he felt that his bones were about to jump out of his skin because of the hug, but now he stood quietly in place.

He even forgot to explain that he was not the person in Vulkan's impression.

And Vulkan's voice has already brought a real cry.

"Great...so good..."

He kept repeating the word, like a toddler who just learned the first word in his life: "This is really... great..."

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"How do you feel about your first failure, Batman?"

He Shenyan asked with a bit of teasing.

The man sitting opposite him was obviously not happy about it, his face was gloomy and terrifying. It's like borrowing five million from someone else and discovering that the creditor accidentally fell down the stairs and died when he went out the next day.

However, he did not lose his temper in the end.

With a little resignation, Kelan sighed.

"... I was careless." He said honestly. "Nergos is far from being as stupid as it appears on the surface. On the contrary, it is probably the most cunning demon of Nurgle I have ever seen."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that any more, it's completely dead."

With a little disgust, He Shenyan waved his hand and made a dismissive gesture.

Later, he mentioned another thing: "The Sword of the Emperor and the Crimson Blade have been sent to the Terra space station by me, and they should be undergoing inspection of weapons and equipment and their own repair procedures at this moment. About them , you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

"You are really impeccable in what you do."

The mage chuckled, and shrugged his shoulders noncommittally: "It's not a leak if I do it casually. If I really did things without leaks, Vulkan might have been found back long ago. There is no need to wait until the child's bracelet is taken off." Down."

"What the hell is that bracelet?"

Crane frowned, and pointed to the silver bracelet on the coffee table beside him. It is staying there quietly at the moment, without any magic, it just looks like a more delicate bracelet, that's all.

"If you insist on explaining, it's actually very difficult."

He Shenyan stroked the stubble on his chin, and only then did he realize how long he had been in the pocket dimension. With a bit of exclamation, he said: "But since the object of the explanation is you, it will be much easier - this thing is actually a collection of waghh energy."

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"...Excuse me, can you say that again?"

"Your hearing isn't a problem, is it? I'll burn the hell out of the plague for you." He Shenyan rolled his eyes. "As I said, this bracelet is a collection of waghh energy."

"How is this possible?!" Crane's voice suddenly rose three degrees. Considering his character as Batman, this is no different from Roaring Xiao.

"Vulkan did die in the explosion of the waghh energy furnace with the beast in the end. That's true, but how did he get the technology? How did he bind the waghh energy in a small bracelet? Why did he give this bracelet to that child? How could that child wear this bracelet for eight years without incident?!"

"You have too many questions. I'm not an encyclopedia of 100,000 whys. How can I know everything?"

The mage leisurely snapped his fingers, and made himself a glass of iced Coke.

After taking a sip, he said slowly: "Don't take the orc thing too seriously. Science can't explain why they painted the vehicle red to make it faster. After Vulkan died, his soul was in Asia. He has been floating in the space for a long time, do you want to guess who has his soul during this time?"

Crane's boy hole suddenly shrank.

"...I demand a thorough and comprehensive examination of him."

His stubborn tone is clearly in Batman mode, suspicious and stubborn, seriously suspicious of everyone.

However, the mage refused his request without hesitation: "There is no need, Kelan. Those two guys didn't do anything to Vulkan's soul. If they had to say it, they even protected him." .If it wasn't for them, those four bastards would have snatched his soul away."

His straightforward description made Crane, who wanted to use science to understand the world, couldn't help showing an indescribable expression.

After a long time, Batman took a deep breath: "... the next time you tell me this kind of thing, can you finish everything at once? Seeing other people's shocked expressions is very important to you. Is it interesting?"

The mage blinked, pretended to think for a while, and then nodded cleanly: "Yes, it's very interesting."

He even had a friendly big smile: "Look, I actually know a lot of things, but I just don't tell... what do you think? I mean, do you want to know more ?”

His tone was almost impatient.

"No, thank you, but I also want to maintain a normal and sane mind."

Batman stood up expressionlessly, pointed to the wall, and said rather stiffly: "Open the door to the space station of Terra, and let me go."

"What you said... I'm not a bad person."

He Shenyan yawned, and with a simple finger, a simple door appeared on the wall.

Crane walked over there without hesitation. He would rather fight ten bloodthirsty monsters of Khorne than ask He Shenyan another question. This person's bad taste has reached a certain level. The critical point is almost on the verge of becoming a jerk.

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However, just as he was about to leave, He Shenyan still said the last sentence with a smile.

"By the way, Kelan, do you want to think about why the bracelet made Vulkan forget something and at the same time concealed his existence? There will be a prize for guessing right."

"you--"

He turned around angrily, but he couldn't finish his sentence, and was directly thrown out by the mage with mental power. He Shenyan burst out laughing - seeing a Batman's exasperated expression with his own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

But...that's the end of the joke.

He put up his fingers and leaned against the armchair. His eyes suddenly deepened, and the lights in the room began to disappear bit by bit, and darkness fell here, and then, the starlight of Youmo Lake suddenly appeared.

Surrounded by starlight, he closed his eyes and began a thought that would last for a very long time.

And the purpose is just to complete an operation.

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