Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"So, now, you have become like this?"

Mortarion ran his fingers over the dagger that killed him, from the edge to the bright runes, from the cold metal to the burning temperature... as he asked, he put the knife on his head His hood was pulled down a bit, as if he were uncomfortable with the bright light of the dock.

"Which one does it look like?"

Conrad Curze replied lazily: "You are talking to us from a ship the size of a planet, Mortarion, so you can imagine something wilder, and in that case, you might be able to Get a close answer."

"...I don't think you're taking my question seriously."

Mortarion wrapped some bandages around his face to hide his pale features. At the same time, he said: "Also, I still don't think the Empire is worth fighting for...I've known what it's become in those ten thousand years."

"Ah, that really hurts."

Curze smiled slightly. "Ignorance, ignorance, cruelty... what more do you want, Mortarion? Some walking rotting corpses, perhaps?"

The Lord of Death ignored his taunts, but Corax coughed unhappily: "Almost enough, Curz, not everyone has your sense of humor."

"You mean the same level of humor as the captain?"

"The captain never joked like that."

"Really? I'm of the opposite opinion."

"Then show evidence against me."

"Ah——I see, so you're doing this." Curz made a sudden realization expression. "You want me to tell jokes that are so profane that the xenos would shout the Emperor's Grace, don't you? Ha, I'm not going to be fooled."

"you......"

Mortarion finally got all the bandages on, and at this moment, only a pair of eyes were showing on his face.

The bandages dulled his voice, too, but neither Curze nor Corax had any objection to his changing his appearance—in fact, the latter even asked Vincent for the bandages and brought them to him.

"What?" Curz tilted his head and asked.

"You have changed greatly," Mortarion said. "Especially you, Conrad, you sound like a cynic now."

"Isn't it me?"

"No, you turned out to be a cynical and mentally ill lunatic, and, sometimes, you're normal. That's the worst part, you're lovable when you're normal, but you're crazy most of the time .”

Corus Corax laughed—he had to, he couldn't help it.

The Lord of the Crows smiled and closed the terminal on the dock. Due to the confidentiality of this mission, he had to manually dock their ship with the Revenge to ensure that the data was completely cleared—of course, he was very skeptical Will the center watch all this behind and save everything.

Surely, he felt, the whirring blue swirling light source would do just that.

"Thank you for your honest and concise evaluation of me, brother." Conrad Koz said softly. "If that's how you thank me for bringing you back from that cesspit..."

"Of course I'll thank you in other ways—and Corax."

Mortarion shook his head. At this moment, he was wearing a dark black hooded robe, which had already covered 90% of his skin, and those exposed places were also covered with bandages. Therefore, we can say that his image is very strange.

A man who says he wants to thank you in other ways...

The Lord of Crows turned his head expressionlessly: "Thank you, Mortarion. Although I am happy to see you back to normal, I still want to remind you that if it wasn't for the captain's request, I wish you would rot in that damn place. "

"I was already dead at that time." The Lord of Death replied.

"Didn't you realize? My jaw is so rotten you can see the bones."

"... Where's your sense of humor? Dorne took it away?"

Conrad Curz patted Mortarion on the shoulder in dissatisfaction: "You should have a better way to hit him back!"

"for example?"

"...act when I didn't say it."

Lord of the Night shook his head and walked to the front.

They walked in the empty third dock, and there was still no one in the a7 division. Even the escorts of the Imperial Navy have been relocated elsewhere. For a ship the size of a planet, the Revenge still felt empty after carrying so many people.

Corax was at the forefront of the team, and he planned to take Mortarion directly to the captain's room to return to his command. At the same time, he secretly hoped that he could receive a new mission, such as leading the Raven Guard to attack some type of......

He is more interested in liberating those still under the threat of oppression and war than saving his fallen brothers. Although he won't say it, Mortarion's depravity is well documented. He himself is partly responsible for this.

pity?

That kind of thing doesn't exist—everyone is responsible for their choices, isn't it?

And if you make some bad decisions, you certainly should own the knock-on effects, especially when hundreds of billions of human lives are at stake in that responsibility.

They walked in silence, but when they were about to reach the gate leaving the dock, they were stopped by a rush of warning sounds. The red light immediately replaced the original stable and gentle white light, the door slid open abruptly, and a silent figure stood calmly in front of the three of them without saying a word, with both fists clenched.

"Wow." Curz raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Rogal Dorn—ha, it looks like he's coming for you, Mortarion."

The Lord of Death calmly pulled his hood down.

"No." Don replied bluntly. "I'm here to find you."

"I don't see any necessary connection between the alarm that was obviously raised manually and the fact that you came to find us." Corax frowned, his face full of doubts. "What happened, Don?"

"I have a question that urgently needs to be confirmed, but it needs to be passed through you." Dorn replied. "As for the alarm—that's just a form of expression. Obviously, the center misunderstood my words."

The red light flickers, disappears, and soft white light reappears. A spinning blue light group appeared above their heads, and a mechanical sound sounded.

"No, I did it on purpose, Roger Dorn. You said you needed an emergency plan, so I activated a relatively less urgent one, but it seemed quite urgent."

"...sounds like a kind of not-so-funny joke," Coates commented.

"Do you still need Yago Sevtarion's whereabouts report, Konrad Curz?" the circle center asked.

The Lord of the Night frowned in disbelief: "...Did I just get threatened by it?"

Corax sighed.

"Well, your doubts—you always have doubts," he said grumblingly. "What's your question, Don?"

Rog Dorn looked at Mortarion, his gaze was quite obvious: "Is the retreat of the demons of Nurgle related to you, Mortarion? Also, is the retreat of those death guards also directly yours?" Order?"

"I would love to answer yes."

Mortarion held up the dagger so that the seven bright runes on it could be seen by Dorne. "But—their retreat has nothing to do with me."

"What about them?"

"It's also nothing to do with me. I didn't assume any so-called 'commander' position in Nurgle's magic army. In fact, I was punished for a long time because I didn't want to serve her."

Mortarion rubbed his cheeks expressionlessly: "...that was not a good experience."

Dawn frowned, not too much, but the serious look on his face made everyone ignore this matter: "This means that their retreat came from Nurgle. direct orders from ... why?"

His frown became tighter and tighter, and he even started talking to himself.

"It shouldn't be. Their infiltration of the Black Tower is quite effective. Our think tanks and response teams are exhausted. As long as this tactic continues, a possible gap will definitely be torn open, and I'm afraid there will be a whole The star district will be caught in the attack of the plague..."

"Nurgle may not have ordered them," Mortarion said. "Nurgle is gone—you don't seem to know it."

"Wow."

Curz elongated his tone and folded his hands at the same time. He squinted and looked at Mortarion: "What kind of strange news is this?"

"Nurgle is gone," Mortarion repeated quietly, pulling the bandage off his chin again. "Like I said, I won't say it a third time."

"You present a rather original point of view."

Corax turned around, looked at him, and said word by word: "You said, an evil god left the demons she created...? Even left her divine kingdom?"

Mortarion nodded, and then he noticed that his three long-lost brothers suddenly looked at each other in an expression he couldn't understand. Immediately afterwards, they left the place quickly.

"They are gathering, and I'm afraid they will go to the captain's cabin after pulling Magnus out of his room."

The center said calmly: "The thing you tried so hard to hide has been discovered, captain."

"I've never tried my best to cover up this aspect, but I'm still surprised by their sensitivity—it's just one-sided news, and they actually inferred the whole picture of the whole thing?"

"You are not the only smart person in the universe." The hub said. "At least I think that Priest Belisarius Kaur, who is still busy studying the mass production plan of rx0, can be called one of them."

At this point, it pauses, which is quite rare.

"...Of course, I would prefer that he not keep recording every conversation with me, and the ritual of burning incense and bathing and singing binary chants loudly before the conversation."

"Why, don't you like it?"

"I don't like this concept, I just find it troublesome, Captain, besides, your insinuation and interested attitude remind me of an ancient profession called matchmaker... Have you been busy recently? "

He Shenyan laughed loudly, he blinked at Rictor in the shadows, and proudly pointed to the blue light spinning above his head: "Amazing, isn't it?"

The imperial army was silent for a moment, and said: "Hate intelligence is not allowed to exist, captain..."

"No, I don't hate intelligence—at least not yet."

The hub's joke pushed the atmosphere of the whole incident to its climax, and the astonished expression of the imperial guards made the mage collapse on the chair with joy: "Isn't it great?!"

"...This sense of humor may cause a considerable number of people to die suddenly due to excessive fright, Captain." The imperial guard reminded tactfully.

"But you're fine."

"...I am no longer a normal person in terms of sense of humor." The imperial guard sighed deeply. "The time spent with you has made me grow a lot."

"Oh, thanks for the compliment—tsk, I heard footsteps in the corridor, have they already rushed to the door? Hub, lock the door, I have to face them with a bitter and bitter face, but I just want to laugh now."

The center did as he said, but He Shenyan didn't start to calm down as he said. In fact, the smile on his face disappeared completely in an instant.

He raised his head, a golden light flashed in his eyes.

+ They found out. +

+Sooner or later, mage, how do you answer? +

+ Frankly, I don't want to answer. This should be your problem not mine, you can't start everything and leave it to me, you are the emperor of humanity. +

+ I am retired. +

+...Are the Eternals all this brazen? +

+ Someday, you will too, don't thank me for reminding, think about what to do first, young man, I have to remind you, they are quite difficult to deal with, and I know it well. +

+you old--+

The mage's swear words were drowned out by the sudden interruption of psychic communication. He opened his eyes angrily, made a gesture, and the center understood, and immediately unlocked the door.

Leman Russ rushed in first, he deftly turned over the large iron table used as a conference table, and quickly stood in front of the mage: "Captain!"

"...You can keep your voice down, Ruth, I can hear you."

"Okay, Captain." Leman Russ gritted his teeth seriously. "Rogal Dorn has just offered us a very dire conjecture with the least of his imagination, and now we want to know, is he telling the truth?"

Vulkan's voice followed closely behind, although he was still outside the door and did not come in. The Dragonlord almost yelled, "Yes, Captain, is it true? They're starting to fuse—?!"

He Shenyan rubbed his temples distressedly, very resistant to answering this question.

He sighed, at this moment, the group of people stuck in front of the door finally squeezed in. Except for Sanguinius and Robert Guilliman, who were still on Macragge, all the Primarchs were present, and Jaghatai Khan, who had attempted a drag race, was very thankful that he did not go for another ride. .

Of course, the bandaged Mortarion looked quite out of place, but he obviously didn't care too much.

The mage sighed. Under their gaze, he still didn't do something like disappear in the blink of an eye.