Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

If you're asking, and you're obsessed with knowing the truth, Sicarius will tell you that in his wildest dreams he never imagined that he would one day fight alongside a group of Iron Warriors.

...this shocking fact is almost comparable to the time he learned that there was a group of orcs who believed in the Emperor.

But, of course, a fact can be called a fact because of its cold truth. The four people in the team quickly accepted the incident, but another new problem also arose.

Saul Tarvitz came up with it.

"If here, the Iron Warriors are loyal..." The emperor's son's pale face was almost comparable to that of Mephisto. "So—does that mean...?"

"My sanity tells me that we should not continue this issue."

Bjorn, uncharacteristically, said calmly: "Whatever happens here, and how it is different from our world, has nothing to do with us."

He spoke slowly, but became more determined: "Anything that happened here has nothing to do with us, remember this, okay? Tarvitz, Mephisto, Sicarius... ...you should all remember this."

"I'd love to do what you say, but it's hard for me to do it."

Saul Tarvitz pursed his lips and shook his head: "My legion...betrayed once."

His voice was very soft, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. From the ceiling, the half-closed bust of the Emperor looked at them with pity, as if he already knew something.

"So, will they come again? Or... this time, only a small number of people betrayed? And among those people just happened to be..."

"...Please calm down, Captain." Sicarius had to stop him from continuing this dangerous thought. "Your speculation is horrific, but it has no reason or foundation... We don't know much about the history here, in fact—"

His words were interrupted, Mephisto turned his head, looked at the knocked door, and told his companions after a few seconds: "It's one of those Iron Warriors."

After a few seconds, he hesitated and said, "And...somewhat familiar."

familiar?

His descriptor made them frown,

The knock on the door sounded again. Sicarius walked over cautiously, opened the valve, turned the handle, and with a burst of steam released, the apparently modified door was pulled open.

A giant with an expressionless face stood in the corridor without any weapons. The surface of the black-gray power armor was very mottled, but it was by no means old. In fact, Sicarius could tell that this power armor was kept very good.

The scars on its surface may have been deliberately preserved.

"My name is Hon So, Warsmith of the Iron Warriors." The man introduced himself slowly. "In the name of the Emperor, I will be responsible for the main communication with you in the next period of time."

Except for Sicarius, the expressions of the other three have somewhat changed. Just as the center said, there are no secrets on the Vengeance, and the information terminals and radios in each station will broadcast specific battle reports, which can be watched by soldiers and Astartes. who is it.

Unaware of their mental activity, the war smith just stepped back and began to observe Sicarius. After catching a glimpse of the mark representing the Ultramarines on his Land Titan, there was a subtle change in his expression that wasn't easy to spot, but everyone present could see it.

His expression became darker.

"Ultimate Warrior..." Warsmith clenched his fists tightly. "By the Emperor, I really doubt my sanity is tainted."

Sicarius had some bad premonitions, and the information revealed in this person's words made him quite disturbed. However, he didn't want to show timidity in front of a war blacksmith, so he took a step forward and spoke in a deep voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about something you obviously don't understand well..." Hong Suo looked at him with a half-smile. "Now, the simple self-introduction between you and me is over, but there are three more."

Bjorn walked out of the room with a serious expression: "Bjorn, from Space Wolves, it's a pleasure to meet you, Warsmith Hong Suo."

After he said this, everyone began to notice that Hong Suo's face began to twitch. He took a deep breath of air, took a step back, and then another step, his fists clenched and shaking.

"Okay...very good, Bjorn," he murmured, looking away. "Emperor, who did you send to my ship..."

Bjorn's expression suddenly became violent, but he didn't make a move. Like Hong Suo, he also took a slow step back. Saul Tarvitz gave him a worried look, and Bjorn gestured that he was fine.

However, his expression seemed to choose someone to devour.

Saul Tarvitz sighed, stepped forward, and took off his helmet, but before he had time to introduce himself, Hon Suo called out his name: "Saul Tarvitz!"

The war blacksmith's expression finally became a little happier, and he even smiled.

He stepped forward, squeezed Sicarius away, and shook Tarvitz's hand up and down: "It's a pleasure to meet you! Your deeds will last forever, and Lucius the Reborn has written down all your names." !"

"...pleasure to meet you, and pleasure to meet you, Warsmith Honsou. But...Lucius?"

Saul Tarvitz asked again in a complicated and unspeakable way: "Reborn, Lucius?"

"Yes, he—oh, I see."

Realizing that something was wrong, Hong Suo let go of his hand, sighed, and began to explain: "It seems that you and I don't know the same person... But anyway, I'm very happy to see you A Loyalist. Not..."

He looked at Sicarius and Bjorn, as well as Mephisto who had been staying in the dark without speaking.

Noticing his gaze, the Librarian of the Blood Angels took a silent step forward. He didn't take off his helmet, but just tapped the emblem on his right shoulder. After noticing the emblem representing the Blood Angels, the Warsmith shook his head again.

Mephisto got the answer he wanted.

So, at this moment, the huge and cold psionic energy flashed across, boiling in the air. The blue light was mixed with golden fragments, and the appearance of anger even began to make the metal in the room whine unbearably.

Not far from the corridor, someone screamed in pain. Then, soon there were dense footsteps. The heavily armed Iron Warriors rushed over.

Sicarius heard Hong Suo sigh, and the war blacksmith raised his hand, a panel popped out from the metal gauntlet on his right hand, he pressed it once, and the footsteps disappeared again.

Afterwards, he performed the Skyhawk salute slowly: "The psychic power means that I am not crazy... Then, in the name of the Emperor, it is a pleasure to meet you."