Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

When the door is pushed open, the first emotion that comes is awe, and then, nothing is left. Sicarius didn't notice the coming of any other emotion. This ability was completely destroyed by the horrible and miserable scene, and his knees began to tremble. If it wasn't for the artificial muscle fibers of the Land Titan, he might have fallen to his knees. land.

"My lord." A psyker half-kneeling beside the throne spoke slowly. "People have already brought it."

The man on the throne did not move.

His skinny fingers were smoothly placed on both sides of the torture-like seat, and complex and dense cables passed through his body, entangled between his ribs. A heart beat weakly, and there was nothing in his empty eye sockets. He didn't move, but the psyker made an appearance of listening attentively.

"Yes, my lord. I see. Yes..."

He replied in a low voice, his face under the hood was solemn and broken, and the dense scars completely destroyed his appearance. After a while, he said, "Welcome, loyal ones from afar. My Lord ordered me to greet you, and he is sorry that he cannot really talk to you."

Feel sorry......

None of the four knew how to answer this sentence. Before coming, they were vaguely revealed some information, and Mephisto knew the most, but even he, Sanguinius did not tell him in advance that there was an emperor in a worse situation.

That is the Emperor, the Lord of Men - there is no mistaking that. His psychic powers, talents, soul, and every subtle perception told him this. Mephisto lowered his head and began to try to remain calm, not to let his emotions trigger his psionic energy.

Then, there was another silence. The psyker listened again, his robe fell to the ground, the golden sky eagle behind his back gleaming. The Custodians stood quietly in the darkness, watching this special meeting.

"My Lord hopes that your journey will be peaceful. At the same time, he also hopes that you will greet the mage on his behalf."

"We...will," Sicarius said reluctantly. "You—no, this..."

He couldn't stop himself in the end.

"Are you all right?"

The voice trembled.

Is this what the Emperor has suffered all along? Meanwhile, he thought silently.

There are countless Astartes in the Imperium who have failed to ascend Terra,

Even if one is really lucky, it is absolutely impossible to meet the Emperor. They all knew he was suffering, they all knew he was suffering for the future of all humanity, but... there are some things you won't believe until you see them with your own eyes.

You will never believe that a person can do such a thing.

The psyker gave an answer after a few seconds, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Mephisto could see that he was doing his best to maintain his manners: "My lord said that he is okay and can still support. As for you, loyal ones who have come from afar, he wants me to ask you what you need, and we will I will do my best to help you.”

"We need a ship..." Sicarius said cautiously. "And some possible support—do you know our mission?"

"My lord says he knows..."

The astropath gasped, bent over in pain, and vomited a mouthful of blood. Although he straightened up quickly, the pain on his face could not be concealed.

"But he is worried about the danger you will face, my lord said, you know nothing about our history. And the enemy is often hidden in these past histories and times..."

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"Why didn't you tell them?" Sanguinius asked worriedly.

"It's hard to explain these things in a few words, Sanguinius." He Shen replied. "Do you remember what you looked like when you learned about those histories?"

The archangel's face tightened, of course he remembered, how could he forget? He may never forget the sense of absurdity brought about by the conflict between reason and cold reality. The excitement brought about by those truths was so great that he still shudders when he thinks about it.

"That's the answer."

The mage shook his head slowly: "How can they accept the truth that even you can't bear?"

"However, the mission you set will require them to go deep into the warp there...won't they discover the truth?"

Faced with this sharp question from Sanguinius, the mage just smiled: "Mission?"

Sanguinius looked at him blankly.

"That's not a mission, Sanguinius."

The mage's smile faded. "This is not a test for them. In fact, if I want to know how far the war between them has progressed, I can go deep into the subspace and observe it with my own eyes. Why bother to take them across the endless star sea? Do you want to erase the memory about this?"

Sanguinius frowned, He Shenyan didn't say it directly as usual, but he had revealed enough. The archangel has already been able to deduce some one-sided truths, but the results he obtained did not make his brows relax.

"...Is it related to that one?" Sanguinius asked after a long time.

"It's about him, but it's not all about him."

The mage sighed.

"You see, Sanguinius, I've always used the simple identity of 'mage'. That means I'm a researcher, and it means I'm curious about a lot of things. So, according to my Judging from the knowledge learned in the White Tower, cross-border is only the right of a small number of people in the entire endless star sea."

"The dead Tzeentch didn't do this, why can the living one?"

Sanguinius listened quietly. Of course he knew who was the expert in this area.

"At first, I thought it was because my cross-border opened a channel between the two worlds... But I soon realized that this is simply impossible. Even if the channel really exists, And just let me through. She's not a crossover, she's not qualified to cross world barriers...but some people can, or rather, some things can, and these things just happen to be right next to my ass later."

"Something?" He keenly noticed the emphasis in the mage's words. "who?"

"Something none of you understand."

The mage smiled and winked at him. "Some parasites—that's all I can tell you, Sanguinius dear."

"What? Uh! But you've just gotten to the point!"

"It's not the first day you know me, Sanguinius." The mage laughed. "It's only interesting if you stop when you get to the point, don't you think?"

The archangel sighed melancholy: "If it's possible—"

"--Can."

"......ah?"

He Shenyan grimaced and nodded solemnly: "Yes, Sanguinius, I can explain it to you. But you have to give me a message to Magnus and Robert, how about it?"

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After thinking for a while, the archangel nodded cautiously: "...Tell me about it."

"There's no need to be so nervous. This sentence is actually very simple. I just want you to tell them not to go in the direction of studying the Astrotorch. That road won't work. That thing is now the same as what your father did for you. Its function and direction are completely different, and it is now ... alive."

The mage said meaningfully: "So they'd better change their research direction, while I can still hold on, otherwise, in a few hundred years, I'm afraid you will have to prepare an iron chair for me too!"

For some reason, Sanguinius felt that the captain was particularly strange today - he couldn't talk about whether the change was good or bad, but he just found it extremely weird.

He nodded bravely, and asked again: "So, can you start explaining the 'point' to me?"

"Of course, Sanguinius. As you know, I am from another world. I am a cross-boundary mage, which means that I have talents that few people have. Of course, I personally feel that this is not true. How nice, because the White Tower Council is really full of psychos... Am I digressing?"

He Shenyan, whose mental state was obviously abnormal, shrugged his shoulders, and then began to chatter endlessly: "Crossing borders is a very dangerous thing. The first time I did it, I stepped on the shoulders of my predecessors. I was lucky. I succeeded, and thus I really realized the vastness of the 'world', and in that world where I crossed the border for the first time, I unexpectedly provoked some enemies."

"Enemy?" Sanguinius frowned again. It was not easy for the mage to say this word. "What do you mean, parasites?"

"That's right! You're so smart, Sanguinius, I'm going to give you an award! Ah, no, no, I can't do this, or I'll have to make a few more trophies and share them with all of you...  ..but, you're right, Sanguinius, it's the parasites, that's what they are."

The smile began to widen, and the smile really existed on this face, but Sanguinius didn't feel any mild emotion. He clenched his fists and asked softly, "Who are they...?"

The mage slowly spit out four words: "Eternal Paradise."

The smile on his face disappeared.

"First of all, I have to explain one thing to you, Sanguinius. The concepts of heaven and angels are not unique to you. There are indeed some differences in the world, but human beings are everywhere."

"Religion will naturally be born. Human beings always want to find something to worship. Some people choose to worship fire, some choose to worship the sun... so they were born. They are called angels —Ah, don't show that look, I know you're upset and I'm upset too, but there's nothing we can do about it."

He shrugged. "They are indeed called angels."

Sanguinius pursed his lips and nodded.

"They invade other worlds in a special way, and all intelligent beings will be forcibly transformed into their fanatical believers. If you want to get the exact information, then mortals will be transformed immediately, Ashtar Specials last longer, maybe ten hours. Strong-willed psykers last longer."

"...Are you really kidding me?"

"I'm fond of joking now, Sanguinius, but I don't make jokes like this."

He Shenyan replied calmly. "After this step is completed, this world will belong to them. So will the souls of all people. They will take away the pious souls of the dead and use them as fuel or to make other things...Of course, they may also be used Transaction, who can tell?"

"Your analogy... is spot on," Sanguinius said slowly. "They are indeed a group of parasites, and they are much more terrifying than the threats we have been facing. At least the demons cannot cross the boundary."

"Actually, it's almost the same." He Shenyan spread his hands. "Don't you think it's okay for these two gangs of bastards to be equally cheap?"

His simple and direct adjective once again stunned the archangel.

"So, let me give you a rundown of what we're up against now, Sanguinius. We're up against six evil gods who are merging with each other, devouring power. Cthulhu, this bastard also cooperated with a group of parasites capable of crossing borders..."

"So I have to prepare for the worst." The mage smiled slightly. "I'm going to do everything I can to prevent that possible future."

"you?"

"This is something only I can do, Sanguinius," said the mage. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to be brave, I'm just stating an obvious fact..."

He turned his head sideways and stared at the astronomical torch, a golden light flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, Sanguinius heard him say softly, "I've cast the bait and set the net... We can wait for the fish to bite, Sanguinius."