Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Revenge.

This huge star warship was moving forward very quickly at this time. However, due to its size, even if it was using its maximum output, it still seemed a little slow - Angron knew that this was an illusion.

But he was still worried.

In the main control room, Fulgrim rubbed the edge of the power sword in his hand with two fingers without saying a word. The weapon that belonged to Sol Tarvitz could only be regarded as a one-handed sword in his hand. Well,

Phoenix's martial arts can make up for this. You must know that using weapons with both hands brings more than just an increase in speed.

"I advise you to sit down."

He didn't even raise his head, he just mentioned it in passing when Angron walked past him, but it still sounded like a faint taunt to Angron's ears. The Lord of Red Sand narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "

Aren't you worried about this at all?"

"What's the use?"

Fulgrim finally raised his head, and the long and narrow scar on his right cheek moved with the muscles: "He made it very clear before leaving. All we can do now is wait. Even if you continue to walk here like an idiot,

The situation will not change for a hundred years. What's more, there is Holy Terra there."

He showed a sneer: "Titans, Knight Mechas, Sisters of Silence... what kind of demon can resist them and occupy Terra within a week? Don't forget, idiot, He is still sitting on the throne."

"Watch your words." Angron also responded with a dangerous smile: "I don't mind beating you half to death before killing those demon scum - oh, I almost forgot."

He glanced at Fulgrim's chest: "I almost forgot, you haven't recovered yet. I don't want to bully a disabled person."

This sentence made Phoenix's face twitch. He took a deep breath to calm down, and then looked away: "I'm not interested in arguing with you, Angron. I only hope you understand one thing, you

Anxiety will not help us at all.”

Angron laughed sarcastically: "Don't say it as if you don't feel anything. If you are really calm, why do you keep touching your sword?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Yeah, it's like me walking around here has nothing to do with you."

"You disturbed me."

"The sound of you rubbing your fingers on the sword also disturbed me."

"How loud is that?!"

"Anyway, I can hear it clearly!"

"Damn it!" Fulgrim stood up angrily and slammed the table: "You just want to deliberately anger me!"

"Don't judge a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart."

Fulgrim stood up angrily, but Angron sat down with a smile. He even took the time to adjust the mage's chair to make the angle more comfortable: "Who is angrier now?"

Their farce quickly subsided, and both of them understood that it was just a means of diverting attention. Even if they couldn't stand each other anymore, they couldn't really fight - at most, they would just point out each other.

So far, that’s all.

It didn't take long for the center of the array to speak in a mechanical voice: "There is a message from Chapter Commander Insel. Father Ragtinos hopes to carry out research on STC on the ship."

"Then let him study it."

"Father Lagetinos hopes to have a quiet and undisturbed working environment, and requires some assistants with mechanical knowledge. He also requires a production workshop that matches the work workshop to make some 'incomplete' stc'."

"Damn cyborg..."

Angron supported his face helplessly. He actually didn't want to deal with these tough guys covered in engine oil. He couldn't do without them anyway: "Permit, give him the best. In addition, tell Lagerty Father North, he can study as much as he likes, but he must produce results as soon as possible."

"Received. Reply has been sent to Father Lagetinos. A special communication request from Captain Liktor Shield Guard. Do you want to receive it?"

Angron frowned. He instinctively had no good impression of these imperial troops. But now was not the time to be impulsive. The Lord of Red Sand sat up, folded his hands on his chest, and nodded in a relatively serious manner. Fogg nodded. Reim raised his head slightly, waiting for the next step.

With a buzzing sound, Lictor's half-length image appeared on the silver round table in the main control room, without a helmet, with a stern expression: "There is something wrong with your body, sir."

"what is the problem?!"

Fulgrim immediately spoke: "Aren't you monitoring his body in real time?"

"His body was not damaged, but there were some special changes. I can't be sure whether this change is good or bad."

"Array center, pull up the data and let us take a look." Angron tapped the table with his fingers, his gesture was somewhat similar to He Shenyan.

There was a buzz, and the center of the circle listed a long list of data. From the number of heartbeats per minute to whether the blood and magic power were smooth, as well as some terms that Angron and Fulgrim could not understand at all. For example, 'mental power' For things like 'Contact Level', most of the numbers are green, with only one number called 'Soul Active Status' being yellow.

"Explain what 'soul active status' means?" Angron narrowed his eyes.

The center of the array immediately began to explain in a strict manner: "The soul separation technology used by the captain was created by himself, and the risk factor is extremely high. Therefore, it is necessary to monitor the active status of the soul at all times. The connection between the body and the soul is quite close, and only It can accept a soul that is only active within a certain value. If it exceeds a threshold, his body is likely to reject the return of the soul."

"Therefore, the half of the soul he left behind not only shares the operating pressure of the Revenge, but also has the function of adjusting the frequency of the soul to a certain extent. The excessive soul activity is probably because the captain encountered some orders in the subspace. Something that interests him."

Angron rubbed his brows. He had a brain, but he didn't use it very much. If anything, he was also a superman with superior intelligence, so he quickly understood what the center of the circle said.

Fulgrim also nodded: "He said we can call his name if necessary. Let us see his physical condition first, and then we can make a decision."

Lictor's half-length image disappeared, replaced by a light screen, and He Shenyan's cross-legged body suspended in the air appeared in the center of the screen. His black robe moved automatically without wind, his eyelids were tightly closed, and his eyeballs did not even move at all. There was a faint golden glow. It condensed on his skin and flickered with his breathing.

Lictor walked into the screen and moved his hand slightly closer to He Shenyan's body - a change occurred in the next second.

The shield captain's hand that was not wearing the armor of the Forbidden Army seemed to have been painted with a layer of gold paint and turned completely golden. Then, his hand began to transform.

However, this transformation process seemed extremely terrifying. His skin and flesh began to disappear first, then the nerves and blood vessels, and finally the bones. Lictor did not waver at all, and his arms stood straight.

After the heart-wrenching hissing sound disappeared, his arm began to be reshaped by golden light.

Bones, blood vessels, nerves, muscles and skin. The golden light reshaped his arm, crystal clear, exuding golden brilliance, looking like a golden sculpture.

Lictor calmly explained: "There is no feeling of pain, nor any other feeling that should be there - I only feel tranquility and peace, and even have an urge to stand beside him."

"What's going on? What happened to your arm?"

The shield captain stretched out his other hand, and the same thing happened to that hand. Obviously, it was because of this that he discovered this phenomenon: "The power has been enhanced... I haven't found anything more yet, I don't know.

Are there any sequelae?"

"That's it."

Angron took a deep breath: "From now on, the center of the magic circle will report He's physical data to Fulgrim every two minutes. Lictor, you go to the medical room for a comprehensive examination. If necessary,

You can use the medical cabin to enter a deep sleep. I will take over your responsibility of guarding his body."

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He Shenyan didn't know what happened on the Revenge. The main job of that part of his soul now was to run the Revenge. The body obviously couldn't report its own situation to him, but he invented this spell, so he naturally

Understand that an overactive soul is not a good thing.

Generally speaking, there are two situations when the soul is overactive. One is when you see something that you are very interested in. Under the operation of thinking, the soul will of course be overactive.

But his situation was the second one - he invoked too much psychic energy.

There are consequences to using this energy on a large scale, and soul overactivity is just one of them.

Unlike magic power, the cost of using magic power is very small, or even free. However, in order to be able to 'bless' the billions of people surviving on Terra in one go, he had to let himself

His soul was exposed to the tide of subspace. The consequences were simple, his soul left traces in subspace from this moment on.

A projection was left behind - a projection that belonged to him. From this moment on, those ghostly things could really start to 'harass' him.

"It depends on whether you dare or not."

On the way back to the subspace, He Shenyan smiled. He stepped on the light of the star torch without any scruples and moved forward quickly. Everything he saw along the way that blocked him was wiped out.

Even though he was so arrogant and high-profile, nothing dared to really stand up and stop him. Those big demons lowered their heads and carefully held their breath while hiding in the worlds controlled by demons.

Occasionally, a few Khorne demons who couldn't control themselves would rush forward, and then they would be completely killed by the mage in the subspace, never to be reborn again. If it was just like this, it would be fine, after all, they would die in the battle.

.However, they were all completely annihilated by He Shenyan's spiritual power - this was not a battle at all, this was a massacre.

There is no glory at all.