Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Floating in the subspace with only half of his soul is definitely not a particularly good experience, even for He Shenyan. However, although the total amount of his soul has been reduced, his strength has not been reduced as a result.

Once you find a suitable carrier, you can immediately complete the possession.

He had to admit that the spells sold by the necromancers in the White Tower were indeed very useful - it could even be said to be extremely useful. This kind of behavior that was appalling to other mages was commonplace and accustomed to them.

I don’t know how many necromancers would choose to change their body after getting used to the body of one race.

As for the means of exchange...it depends on their moral level. Some people choose to extract a bit of flesh and blood to make their own, while others like to play unspeakable games with their bodies.

And He Shenyan, he did not intend to completely take away the body of the possessed person, so he needed a carrier with suitable strength and firm will that would not completely wipe out his mind by his soul - after thinking about it, it seemed that he could

Only the Imperial Guards are suitable.

Terra, Royal Palace.

The Imperial Guards came and went, but showed no intention of leaving. Even though the outside was completely chaotic, after all, for them, the Emperor was their only loyal object. As for protecting others.

.....is not part of the responsibilities.

The commander of the imperial army, Trajan Valoris, was half-kneeling under the golden throne. He didn't have to kneel, he knew that the emperor didn't care about these things, but he did.

The man on the throne let out a sigh, and his incomplete vocal cords could no longer make any sound - Trajan knew this, but he did hear a sigh.

Immediately following, there was a cold word spat out by the spiritual vibration of the air: "He still did it..."

"Trajan."

His master said: "I need you."

"Only death is the way to go." the commander of the Imperial Guard immediately replied.

"This task does not require your death. Stand up and lift your head. Trajan, he has arrived."

The commander of the imperial army stood up as instructed and raised his head solemnly. The dark space above the golden throne was illuminated at this time. A figure composed of pure golden light condensed from the emperor's side. He stood barefoot on the ground, behind him

It has a pair of huge wings composed of glow.

"You're in a bad situation..." His voice was ethereal.

"I know, just do what you should do - never take such risks in the future."

"You should stand up from the chair first before you say anything to stop me."

The figure said something that Trajan considered treasonous, but the emperor was not displeased at all, and even used his psychic powers to simulate a monotonous laugh: "Ha-ha-ha. Let's see, you

Is it possible to do this?”

"Sooner or later."

The man said firmly, then turned his head and looked at Trajan. His face was blurred, except for a pair of extremely solid eyes, which were golden eyes that burned like flames: "This is you

A carrier prepared for me?"

"Only he can."

"You'll know once you try it—get ready, Custodes."

Trajan immediately gritted his teeth, preparing to accept the coming impact. But there was just a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and that was it. Trajan originally thought that this was the end, but he never thought that this was just the beginning.

There was a severe pain in his head, the pain was so severe that even a Forbidden Army commander immediately fell to his knees. His specially crafted Forbidden Army armor began to crack inch by inch, and golden light came out. In the trance of pain,

Suddenly, Trajan couldn't bear it anymore. He screamed and his armor shattered.

The internal organs and bones were clearly illuminated by the golden light coming from under the skin, and the golden light filled the entire hall. The smell of the special incense was still strong, and several servitors floated above their heads, recording silently.

With all this.

After five minutes, Trajan fell silent.

He stood up naked and stood among the debris on the ground, blood and sweat rolling down from the cracked skin. The golden light was no longer so dazzling, and instead flickered gently with his breathing.

Trajan heard a voice echo in his heart: Not bad, beyond my expectation. Also, I'm sorry about your armor.

He saw his hands rising uncontrollably and snapping his fingers.

The fragments that had originally shattered on the ground suddenly floated up on their own, attracting each other as if they had become magnets. They came close to Trajan's body and fit together tightly. It was exactly the same as his previous power armor, as if it had never been there before.

Any damages generally.

"Three days at most. His body can't bear it for too long. If necessary, I still have to use my soul to pull the spiritual energy alone." Trajan heard a strange voice rising from his throat, and his vocal cords vibrated.

Then, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed and was filled with blue light almost instantly. The next second, he had appeared above Terra.

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"Blood!"

A Khorne Bloodletter howled and pounced on a group of mortal soldiers. They bravely fought back with rifles in their hands, but the Bloodletter only cut them all in half with a simple swing of the greatsword in his hand. The blood was red.

It touched the ground and licked the blood from the sword blade with satisfaction with its long and narrow tongue that hung down to its chest.

It is not satisfied with this - "Blood! Burn everything!"

Behind it, many similar scenes are taking place. Countless demon armies pour out of the nest, from the bottom to the top of Holy Terra. Except for the palace, there is no place that is not attacked by these things. Countless people

At this time, they were screaming to death, and the roar of resistance was also heard at the same time, but it was only a drop in the bucket.

It takes time for the defense forces to arrive at the scene, just like it takes time for firefighters to arrive at the scene of a fire. The current situation in Terra is like a huge fire scene, with fire everywhere. There are firefighters, but how many are there?

?

The bloodletting demon continued to move forward. It broke away from the infantry team composed of bloodletting demons like it, and greedily looked for innocent people. It needed more blood - and then, a feather of light fell from the sky.

The bloodletting demon stared at the light feather, and its heart filled with boiling desire for killing and blood finally calmed down. It threw away the hell blade in its hand like a fool and touched the light feather.

From the moment it touched Guangyu's fingertips, flames clung to it. The skin shattered, blood gushed out, and the bloodletting demon began to scream. It was burned into a puddle of debris, flying in the wind. The debris flew over the tall buildings, flying

Cross the bridge connecting the high-rise hives, which is full of statues and crowded with fleeing people. Fly across the entire Terra and fly high into the sky.

flew up to Trajan's eyes.

He saw himself stretching out a hand and touching the fragment lightly with his fingertips: "It's not enough... What do you think, Trajan? Are you satisfied with this?"

No. Not enough, my lord. Trajan said respectfully in his heart, but with a sense of hatred.

'He' laughed lowly: "Yes, of course this is not enough."

"However, I want to explain in advance. Trajan, you may have injuries that cannot be healed after this incident is over, and you may even be unable to walk normally. Even so, are you willing?"

Only death is the way to go, my lord.

"very good."

Trajan saw himself raising his hands, clenching his fists suddenly, and feeling a tug on his shoulder blades. He began to fly upward—all the way up, and then he saw rain.

"We will rain down destruction, Trajan. The people of Holy Terra will find their new life in this rain of destruction."

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"do not be afraid."

A child imitated what he had heard a soldier tell him ten minutes earlier. He seemed to find it amusing and just kept repeating "Stay here." He was surrounded by refugees, some of whom were barely clothed.

However, some people have a large entourage that frames a large open space for them.

Some people were crying, some were praying, some were trembling, and some were furious when they saw the wanton killings of the demons below the bridge, and wanted to take up arms and join the defense force.

But what about this child?

The child knew nothing. He just raised his head and looked at the sky of Terra, and then continued to imitate the words of the probably dead soldier: "Stay here!"

It may take several years before he will understand that the soldier took him out of his dead mother's hands. But now, he is just a child.

He looked at the dim sky, and a golden light suddenly reflected in his pupils.

This young child, who may never understand what happened today, jumped up happily, pointing to the sky and cheering. He didn't know what this was, he just found it interesting.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" he shouted, pointing to the sky and cheering.

So, starting from him, people began to look up one after another, and they saw——

The sky on Terra, which had long lost its soil and the air was seriously polluted, had not rained in countless years, now began to fall with golden raindrops.

They didn't know what it was, and had the same confusion on their faces as the child. Until a man in a robe, who looked like a bachelor, started shouting: "I've seen it in books, this is rain!"

"Rain? What is rain?"

They looked at each other and saw their own reflections and golden spots of light in each other's eyes. Raindrops fell from the sky and covered them all around. For a moment, the roars and cries of killing from the demons seemed to have stopped, leaving only silence.

The world seemed to pause.

A second later, they heard the demons screaming.

A SADF soldier stood there in a daze. He took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. His light blue pupils reflected the gold in the sky. A golden figure stood in the sky. Starting from him,

Golden raindrops streaked across the sky. The soldier stretched out his hand and caught one, and the golden light melted in his palm.

Courage wells up from within.

"For Holy Terra!"

He heard the roar of others, and soldiers joined them.

The counterattack begins now.