Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron hurried out of the room. He would spend ten restless minutes. During these ten minutes of walking, he would come to the second bridge and ask the center of the circle to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the child.

requirements.

What he didn't know was that the comprehensive inspection had begun the moment Lictor brought the Astartes back to the Vengeance.

He Shenyan's golden eyes flickered and he smiled. The child had psychic potential, so he was singled out by Kahn. Without his knowledge, Kahn ordered someone to inject a memory into him.

We can say that this child is now a living letter.

Very bold and careful. Kahn didn't know whether Angron had returned in human form. He just saw some visions. Only Angron can open the letter. Even if he fails and the child is taken away, if he encounters

If Angron is not seen, then the letters he left may not be known to anyone for another ten thousand years.

After all, who can tell how long this child can live? If Kahn wins, he may be killed by Kahn himself. If Kahn dies, and the person who kills him is not Givadoron, then this child may

It will also be purified immediately. There are so many possibilities, it is unlikely that a Khorne believer can think of them.

He Shenyan lowered his head slightly, and the center of the array that was spiritually connected to him immediately sent a report: "According to your request, the remaining six planets have been captured by us, and no human activity has been detected on them."

"Where are those demon engines Kahn was talking about?"

"There are twenty units in total, located on Prodars II. There are also dozens of Chaos Sorcerers on standby. We have intercepted the signal sent by Kahn's ship. They have not yet known that Kahn is dead."

"It's really a big deal... twenty demon engines. If he had joined forces with Abaddon, we might have run into some trouble."

He Shenyan waved his hand: "Destroy all the other planets except No. 2, seal the energy channels on No. 2, and block the spellcasting ability of those chaos wizards. Inform Lictor that they will set off again in two hours."

"Lictor Shield Captain has been notified." The center of the array buzzed, and the blue light flashed for a while. "Lictor Shield Captain has been informed. In addition, a long-distance barge identified as the Empire has been detected.

near."

"Traveling barge? Is this a rogue trader who is not afraid of death and has done business near the Great Rift?"

"Conduct communication?"

He Shenyan pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled: "No. I'll go and see for myself."

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"We are about to arrive in the Prodars system, Brother Arianto, please be prepared."

The servitor's cold and mechanical voice came out from the sound generator in its throat, echoing in the corridors of the barge. Arianto nodded calmly, he did not want to show his disgust towards the servitor. But no matter what

For how long in the past, he had been unable to adapt to these semi-mechanical creatures transformed from death row criminals or dying people.

Most of them still retain their human appearance, 'remains', that's all.

Arianto chewed on this cold word and suddenly realized that he was just a remnant of the past. He laughed dumbly, and the servitor staggered away. There was obviously something wrong with its support frame. Even the servitor staggered away.

Even a person like Arianto, who is not very mechanically savvy, can see this.

It's a pity. If Zachary were here, he would probably be able to help himself and give this servitor some modifications...

He began to think about the past until Targaryen came to him.

"Last mission?"

"The last mission."

Arrianto put on his helmet, and the skull of the dead servitor he met on the battlefield was hung on the armed belt around his waist. Targaryen also put on his helmet, and they walked through the narrow corridor, and soon they were

Arrive at the hangar.

Although the long-distance barge has the word "long-distance travel", it is definitely not a good choice for travel-let alone carrying out missions. The ship's hangar can only barely accommodate a transport aircraft, Arianeto II

People had to squeeze through the narrow gaps, and the metal walls and their power armors rubbed and collided with each other, making a harsh sound.

This was definitely a novel experience for them. The Astartes had never been treated like this before. While walking, Arrianto looked back at Targaryen. Through the gloomy eyepiece, he could not see the tower.

Gillian's eyes. But he knew that this bastard was definitely smiling.

laugh at each other.

Then, a man's voice sounded in the dim hangar: "How do you two do?"

The chainsword immediately began to roar, and Targaryen turned around, back to back with Arianto. The bolter was loaded with a click, and Arianto squinted, the search function of the eyepiece and his own naked eyes constantly

The ground turned around in this small space, trying to find the strange man who spoke.

"Don't try to use weapons, they can't hurt me."

A pale hand reached out from the darkness and gracefully placed it on Arianto's chain sword. His slender fingers gently stroked the rotating blade of the chain sword. Sparks flew everywhere, and Arianto increased his power.

But what was exchanged was a chuckle: "Stop."

Then, the chainsword really stopped.

It wasn't as simple as losing power. Arianto's whole body was shivering, and his one eye began to feel a sting. The chain sword in his hand seemed to be 'dead', and the coldness even spread through his arm armor to the right side of his body.

His heart made him unable to move.

A man steps out of the darkness - no, not out.

It is the darkness that surrenders at his feet.

The gloomy, scattered darkness seemed to have self-awareness. It knelt at the man's feet in fear and ran away from the path he was about to go. After he passed by, it regrouped into a trembling group behind him.

"Who are you?"

Arianto tried to speak, but found that his voice was more than doubled. The man stood in front of them, and the space around him began to expand infinitely, stretching infinitely until it turned into pure white. This handsome man in black robes

The man stood in front of them and looked at them with a smile.

He is handsome and pale. But these superficial appearance factors are not one of the reasons why Arianto pays so much attention to him.

The Astartes' teeth began to chatter.

Biological reasons, he thought. In his cold mind, he thought, Yes, biological reasons. My modified body is afraid of him - why?

The man's eyes were golden, with no emotion in them, and his smile was so fake that it was scary. Arianto felt cold all over, as if even his breathing was stagnant. He tried to take a deep breath, and when three lungs started to help him

The moment the air was delivered, the smile on the man's face disappeared.

And then he, no, they. They were able to breathe again. Arrianto could hear Targaryen gasping for air, and his own gasping.

"Please forgive me for coming uninvited, and please forgive me for being rude. But I personally feel that actions are more direct and save more time and effort than words."

Arrogant bastard, Arianto thought.

The man glanced at him and laughed again. This time it was not a hypocritical smile, but a sincere smile: "You are right, Brother Arianto, I am indeed an arrogant bastard, and there is no point in that."

There is no mistake. I am surprised by your observation ability. Very few people can see clearly who I am at the first meeting."

Mind reader. Psychic.

"Who are you?" asked Arianto.

"Good question, I want to know the answer myself."

The man said something similar to a riddle: "This question can be said to be the ultimate philosophical question in human history. How many people want to know the answer to this question? Who am I? My tongue curled, my upper lips collided. Three simple syllables,

But it contains the philosophy of the universe.”

His smile gradually turned into an uncontrollable laugh: "...the above are all farts."

"Let me introduce myself again, He Shenyan, a mage." He turned his head, and Arianto saw a pure white space becoming transparent, and then heard Targaryen breathing heavily beside him. He knew,

The same goes for myself.

There is no other reason. The ship floating in the universe is so big that it has nothing to do with anything else. Just a glance at it will make people fall into deep fear.

"Did you see that ship?" He Shenyan asked elegantly. "That's my ship, the Revenge. I like the name very much. I hope you will like it too."

Revenge? Revenge to whom?

"Good question, Brother Arrianto. The Revenge was named after a child and an unnamed psyker, but that's a story for another time. As for now...how about your mission?

"

"What mission?"

"Playing dumb will not work for me, Brother Arrianto. I know your past and why you are here."

"Since you know everything," Arianto said, "then why do you ask?"

"My speaking out and you speaking out are essentially two different things."

Arianto was silent for a while, and Targaryen raised the bolter beside him. The muzzle of the gun was raised and pointed directly at He Shenyan, but he only received a casual smile from the latter.

"Our mission is to investigate the Prodars galaxy."

"Last mission?"

"The last mission."

He Shenyan nodded: "Honest, Brother Arianto. I admire your character, even though I know you want to kill me right now - let's not talk about it for now, the mission you accepted from the Tribunal, right?

?”

"Yes."

"Interesting, the few loyalists of the World Eaters are surviving under the supervision of the Inquisition. You want to get a recruiting planet? This coincides with him... Who helped you lift the Butcher's Nail?"

"Dark Eldar."

"It's impossible." He Shenyan said decisively. "They don't have the ability. The emperor himself and his skilled craftsmen are powerless against this thing. Technology cannot remove the Butcher's Nail that has been installed."

He narrowed his eyes: "Unless it's spiritual power and witchcraft."

Arianto followed his words and recalled. He knew that this man could read minds. Since he thought it was impossible, he would let him see it with his own eyes. However, when Arianto tried to recall those Dark Eldar

At that time...he found that his memory was blurred.

Cold sweat flowed down the river in an instant.

He Shenyan glanced at the Astartes and said nothing. The whole thing was full of doubts. Since the birth of the Great Rift, more than half of the worlds in the empire have lost contact. At this point in time, but

A long-distance barge came with two Astartes, coming here to perform a mission, under the orders of the Inquisition.

Even without considering their identities and the suspicious process of removing the Butcher's Nails, this incident itself is enough to raise suspicion.

It smelled of conspiracy again, as it always did. He Shenyan almost sighed, but he didn't. He just showed a cold smile and then snapped his fingers.

Arianto and Brother Targaryen disappeared silently from the long-distance barge. The captain felt that he had forgotten something. He muttered and unconsciously gave the order to return.

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Standing outside the examination room, Angron stared closely at the anxious boy. The examination room was filled with blue light, and various high-standard inspection measures were constantly applied to the boy. A light curtain appeared in front of Angron's eyes.

, various data told him that everything about this boy was normal.

Except for the thinness and poor physical condition caused by malnutrition, everything was normal.

Everything is normal, but the biggest abnormality is. How can a nine-year-old boy remain unaffected among a group of traitors?

Angron didn't believe the conclusion of the center of the magic circle, so he issued an order: "Check again."

The center of the circle executed it without any complaints, and five minutes later, a brand new report with exactly the same data appeared in front of Angron. He had to accept this fact - everything about this boy was really normal.

Is this really the case? Angron still had doubts in his heart. In his impression, Kahn was a thoughtful and skillful person.

Even if that was his Karn, in this universe, he should be almost the same as he was before the Fall. Considering the appearance of Karn before his death, Angron has reason to believe that he still possesses a part of his sanity.

He went indoors.

When the boy saw his arrival, he was immediately stunned. There was an expression on his face that was very familiar to Angron. Every mortal would show this look when they saw him. The Lord of Red Sand knew the reason clearly, but he didn't want them to

in this way.

So, Angron knelt down and made his movements as slow as possible, at least to the point where the boy could see clearly. He asked the boy in a soft voice: "What is your name, child?"

"I..., Iclo." The boy stuttered in reply.

"very good."

Angron tried his best to show a gentle smile, and stretched out his generous right hand, trying to comfort the boy. However, the moment his palm touched the boy's shoulder, a burst of electricity flashed, and he was instantly

All the muscles in his body were tense.