Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Serious people who learn magic in Marvel 204. The end of Conrad Koz's long rebirth and the beginning of revenge 3k

He didn't wear a weapon or armor, but he walked out of a sense of being armed.

Fulgrim, who was attracted by the sound of him pushing the door, turned his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows—this is a bit interesting, Robert Guilliman actually left his desk during working hours?

Calmly, he glanced back at Sanguinius, who gave him an apologetic smile.

Robert Guilliman stood still in front of Conrad Curz slowly. There were no smiles or pleasantries, nor any courtesy, just a straightforward question: "Why are you here?"

"Robert—" Vulcan tried to cut in.

"——I can roughly guess the reason. After all, I turned down the meeting this morning myself." Guilliman said calmly. "But I want to hear him say it himself."

"Why?" Conrad Koz asked with interest. "Why do you need my testimony when you can guess everything? What else do I need to prove, brother?"

He deliberately stretched the word "brother" very long.

"You have to prove many things, but not to me. To me, you only have to prove one thing." Guilliman replied calmly. "I trust you know what that thing is."

"I have no idea."

Curze smiled slyly. "I don't really want to know, Guilliman. It's your ship, I know it. You don't welcome me, and I know it. But do I look like I care? I There's a country to govern...and the only reason I'm coming back here is because I have some unfinished business."

"Govern the country? In what way? Skinning, torture, or orbital bombing to erase the evil country in your eyes?"

The smile on Conrad Koz's face faded. The orbital bombing that Guilliman referred to was the pain of his life, the proof of his failure in the first half of his life. He spent half his life transforming Nostramo, but because of a moment's carelessness, he turned it into a hell on earth full of crimes.

So he destroyed it with orbital bombing.

His command aboard the Nightfall, with every ship of the Night Lords involved. The rain of death fell from the sky, and he let his son destroy their home planet with his own hands. What made him most desperate was that no one was against him.

Guilliman carefully and carefully observed the expression on Curze's face, trying to detect some desire to use violence from it, so that he would have a reason. Apart from this necessary detail, he has to admit one more thing. He is very curious about Curz's current mental state.

These days, Curze's speech is too methodical, and his image--looks too clean, very different from the blood-soaked, hair-knotted Midnight Haunter, whose armor gaps are stuffed with minced meat.

"By just laws," said Conrad Coates softly. "And high basic welfare, perfect medical institutions, a good childhood without worrying about the future, public education that lasts to college ... in a normal world."

He stood up slowly, with flames in his eyes: "After all the demons died, I did it. Robert Guilliman. I did what you didn't do, I established a peaceful country , a world where there is no war in the true sense, and where all human beings are united..."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." The soft hiss sounded again. "Believe it or not, I have a clear conscience. It is not the Night Haunter standing before you, but the Night King, Lord of the new Nostramo... So, give me some respect , Robert Guilliman."

The Lord of Ultramar looked at him for a while, and even showed an intriguing smile. He nodded: "Very well, although there is some deviation from the answer I expected, it is better. You can stay on my boat, Conrad Koz... Enjoy your dinner, I Going back to work.

"

"Aren't you staying with us, Robert?" Vulkan asked hastily.

He was suffocated - the fire dragon master hadn't interrupted for a long time just now, for fear that the two of them would fight. Guilliman didn't have a good relationship with Curze in the past. To put it bluntly, few people have a good relationship with Curze. Sanguinius may be the only one who is willing to give Midnight Haunter a smile.

"No, I have to work, Vulcan."

Guilliman's words were as cold as iron, almost as cold as ice. He turned around and walked out with his head held high, not even forgetting to close the door.

"I suspect he's been dazzled by his work." Fulgrim, who had been silent all this time, said slowly. "Compared to delicious food and dinner, some people would rather choose never-ending government affairs and a cold desk."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, Fulgan." Sanguinius gave him a reproachful look. "If Robert quits, who will take over? You?"

Fulgrim smiled lazily, but said nothing.

Waking up from sleep became a difficult job.

Alyona almost forced herself to open her eyes, she didn't know if this was her own unique mental problem. Anyway, this happens whenever she gets a good night's sleep.

She had to use a lot of willpower to wake herself from a restful sleep, and it sounded like she had conquered sleep and dreams, but she wasn't.

The two-meter-tall captain sat up from her bunk, her gray hair disheveled. She turned her head, glanced at the notes and books all over the desk, and suddenly realized how fast time passed.

Today is already the fourth week on the Terra space station, and the expedition still hasn’t started—of course, this is actually considered a normal efficiency. Judging by her knowledge of the speed of messaging between the various departments of the empire... I'm afraid it will be a long time before the expedition begins.

Alyona thought so, but she would soon discover that she still didn't understand the situation well. Messages between the various branches of the Empire were slow indeed, but not Robert Guilliman.

Efficiency is everything in his eyes - a boss who voluntarily works overtime sits on the top floor, and the people below naturally start to have endless conscience. Of course, this sentence is not true for some military officials on the space station. If it weren't for the medical cabin, they might have died suddenly many times.

After simply washing up, she walked out of her room. I plan to go to the temporary naval office as usual to check the fleet's assembly situation.

An experienced admiral can judge the scale of the next war by the number of ships. Alyona dare not say how rich her experience is, but she is here.

She is on the Terra space station, and she is already a member of the Revenge Expedition—so, she can make this kind of judgment, and she is also qualified to make this kind of judgment.

Walking in the bright corridor, her back was straight and her appearance was impeccable. At this moment, a loud shout came from behind, with an extremely strong Fenris accent: "Captain Alyona!"

The female captain suddenly turned her head, and there was a tall giant grinning friendlyly at her. His power armor was wrapped with a piece of brown-black animal skin, and there were many animal teeth on the shoulder armor on both sides. Like trinkets.

"It's me, Finn of the Blood Claw Squad, don't you remember?"

This Astarte came forward familiarly, and patted the female captain's shoulder carelessly, causing her to stagger and nearly fall to the ground. He was slightly taken aback, and then immediately gave a hand in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The Space Wolf, who called himself Finn, scratched his head in embarrassment. "I keep forgetting that you're mortal."

"...this is not the place to talk."

Alyona didn't care about his rough words and deeds and careless behavior, she just looked around vigilantly - it hasn't been long since the secret meeting with Leman Russ last time, she didn't know what the wolf king said Whether her 'little trouble' has been resolved, after all, she was directly poisoned by the smell of the wine.

However, according to her analysis after the event...the Ministry of Military Affairs must have not forgotten this matter.

Just like that, she returned to her room when she wanted to go to the office, but this time she brought an extra person.

"Winzhen, please expand the room for me." Alyona said with ease, and she didn't even forget to ask Wenzhen to bring out the chair for Finn to sit down.

When everything was ready, the female captain asked very seriously in Fenrisian: "Where is the commissioner from the Ministry of Military Affairs? How is the situation?"

"How would I know?" Space Wolves replied quite honestly. "I was knocked down by the old pastor with a stick as soon as I got back on the ship, and the others were similar. We almost didn't get beaten to death. We were hung up for several days before landing."

"...where's the scout with you?"

"Hey, you said old Tobion, he died a long time ago." Finn said in a relaxed tone, and pointed to the animal skin on his power armor. "This animal skin is his relic. In fact, there are still some to be burned. The rest of us are thinking about it, so let's share it with him. Sigh."

He sighed: "Old Tobien died well. He killed three bastards who believed in the blood god by himself, and then he was attacked. I watched him die with my own eyes. Damn, the old guy's head is rotten." half a..."

Having said that, he was silent for a while, murmured a few dirty words, and then continued.

"I was so angry that I went up with an ax and chopped up the bastard who attacked him. I almost died myself, Captain Alyona, and I was stabbed right through by that bastard."

Finn chuckled, and gestured towards his chest and abdomen: "Almost killed me directly... Anyway, it was quite dangerous. I was transported back to Atter to survive."

Alyona was silent.

She had a lot of things to say, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say a word.

Death is a daily occurrence for soldiers of the Empire, whether it is the Astartes or the Astra Militarum. Having said that, it is also a sad thing to hear the death of someone you know well.

How could she remain indifferent?

Finn seemed very open-minded, perhaps because he had already taken revenge. The wild wolf grinned and rubbed his hands: "Well, Captain, what else do you know about this expedition? Although we were transferred here, we really don't know much. You came early, Can you tell me about it?"

"...Your accent is too strong, Finn." Alyona shook her head helplessly. "Of course you can talk, but I have to tell you one thing first—no, I have to ask you a question first."

"What?"

Staring into his eyes, Alyona said word by word——