Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron stood in the corner of the room with his arms folded. The mage's body was floating in the center of the room. Since two hours ago, his breathing had become extremely slow. Angron only reassured Fulgrim again and again.

Come on - there is no problem with the data provided by the center of the array, except that the color of the soul active status column is getting darker and darker.

The color of the data in that column is gradually transitioning from yellow to red.

Angron was at a loss what to do, he knew nothing about psychic powers. What's more, He Shenyan was actually a mage. This touched upon his blind spot of knowledge, even though he actually didn't know the relationship between psykers and mages.

What is the difference?

He just stood in the corner of the room, waiting quietly - seventeen hours later, He Shenyan suddenly took a deep breath. With this movement, golden psychic energy suddenly 'exploded' from his body.

Angron had to squint his eyes as he drove. At that moment, he had an unreasonable intuition.

If you look directly at that light, you may go blind.

"...cough, phew."

He Shenyan coughed, and then exhaled the air. The previously unbridled spiritual energy was contained within his body in this breath. He raised his eyes and glanced at Angron, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "

Didn’t I tell you to call my name?”

"You said it yourself, the situation is critical. I think it's not that point yet."

The mage rolled his eyes: "Come on."

He didn't say much, and He Shenyan knew it well. The people on the ship had a completely different definition of "critical situation" than he did.

"How's the situation? How far are we from Terra?"

Angron clapped his hands, and the mechanical sound in the center of the array sounded: "You have meditated for forty-one hours and eight minutes. Based on the predetermined distance, you still need to sail for one hundred and twenty-seven hours."

He Shenyan frowned and said nothing - this was already very fast. If ordinary ships did not rely on subspace navigation, it would be completely impossible for ordinary ships to return to Terra from the remote Far Eastern Sector within a week.

Putting aside whether their engines can support such a fast voyage, the various pirates and the drifting reefs that can be seen everywhere on the route are enough to make people have a good drink. The Revenge does not need to worry about so much - pirates?

Reef?

Just run over it.

He frowned and began to accept the memories of the other half of his soul. The chaotic information flow contained a lot of interesting information, such as the 'blessing' that Lictor received. Strictly speaking, it was not a blessing.

Born out of the Emperor, through the hands of He Shenyan, this spiritual energy that is extremely lethal to demons has become a very violent energy. The reason why Liktor is okay is because he considers himself human. Therefore, spiritual energy

It didn't hurt him, but the direct contact with such intensity of energy inevitably caused his hands to become energized.

This incident resulted in two consequences, one good and one bad. The good side doesn't need much. From now on, Lictor can really kill all demons with these hands - generally speaking, demons

Appearing in the material realm requires sacrifices from cults or subspace transmission. They are just a mass of evil projections, composed of uncertain etheric flesh.

Therefore, in those countless demon invasions, the demons that were killed were actually just exiled back to where they should be. In a few hundred years, or a few decades, they would return to the subspace again.

Rebirth within. This kind of thing is often seen in the records of the empire.

Is this a good thing? Of course it is, but Lictor's flesh and blood will gradually collapse due to constant contact with such spiritual energy. To put it simply, he will be assimilated by the spiritual energy.

This is not a good thing.

The brain and various organs of the body are all assimilated by spiritual energy. His final fate is to float in the subspace and eventually be absorbed by the Star Torch. There may be a little soul left, or there may be nothing left. He Shenyan's brows are getting darker.

The wrinkles get tighter, Lictor may think that such a death is an honor, no, he will definitely think so.

Mastering his power, practicing justice and killing demons in the galaxy. Compared to this career, such a death is simply a reward for him.

But He Shenyan doesn't think so. In the final analysis, this is not a blessing.

Yes, not at all.

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Ezekiel is praying.

The space of the Vengeance is so huge that everyone can even have a separate room, and it is definitely big enough. Unfortunately, Ezekiel gave up the moment he swore the oath to become an Astartes.

All hedonistic. Therefore, whether the room is large and comfortable means nothing to him.

But there is also a little advantage, at least he can kneel down to pray conveniently.

He was coming to an end in his silent prayers, which he had said so many times during his long years of service. It was as natural as putting on his power armor or pulling the trigger of his bolter. He asked.

The Emperor granted him courage, asked the Living Saint aboard the ship for wisdom, and the Archangel for strength.

He also prayed for his own strength. After all, an Astartes must rely on himself after all. When he fell into a situation with nothing and faced difficulties and obstacles, Ezekiel hoped that he could fight with Puli

Sergeant Yard usually completes his missions solely on his own strength.

Only then can we be called an imperial model.

When he had finished his prayer, Ezekiel turned around. Behind him stood a company of his remaining brothers, watching silently as he completed this simple prayer.

The temperature in Ezekiel's room was very low, which he specifically requested. Therefore, when he spoke, his breath condensed into a thick white mist in front of him.

"We are about to return to Terra - just now, the center of the array notified all the sergeants. In one hundred and twenty-seven hours, we will return to the cradle of humanity, our mother planet, the sacred Terra."

The battle brothers breathed silently, and their breathing grilles amplified the originally solemn sound, causing a continuous 'hissing' sound to resound in the quiet room. It sounded like a poisonous snake spitting messages and patiently ambush its prey.

Ezekiel held his helmet in his arms, with the chainsword and bolter well where they should be. On his right shoulder, the Emperor's Prayer and a dozen military medals hung there,

Shaking with his breathing, he said coldly and matter-of-factly: "We are not going back for pilgrimage, brothers."

"Our achievements do not support us to return there and see with our own eyes the burial sites of countless Imperial heroes. There is only one reason why we returned to Terra: it was attacked. Yes, that is exactly what it is. Holy Terra is being destroyed by countless

The demons attacked, and people suffered heavy casualties under their butchering knives, and their blood flowed like rivers."

"The Revenge is returning at full speed, one hundred and twenty-seven hours, everyone. Have you ever thought about this scene? The Crimson Blade Chapter set foot on Terra for the first time, but it was because it was invaded!"

There was unconcealable anger in Ezekiel's voice: "How dare they!"

"I don't think I need to remind you anything more. Each of you knows very well the responsibility that you must bear until death. In this battle, we may survive by chance, or we may be completely wiped out. When the chapter receives

Hundreds of years may have passed when reports of our deaths were reported - but this is the best reward."

"We will make the Chapter proud of us."

The headquarters of the Iron Serpents Chapter.

Inser was reading a popular novel in the empire. The pre-war mobilization had been over for some time. Morale was high, and he was very satisfied with it.

It may be hard to accept when you say it. But these reading materials for 'relaxation' are actually distributed by the gentlemen of the Ministry of Military Affairs. From writing to publishing, they do everything. Therefore, except for a few things in the content,

Apart from some erotic content that the Astra Militarum particularly like, most of it is about combat.

Officials from the Ministry of Military Affairs wrote this part in a very detailed and realistic way. From the protagonist holding the laser gun and opening the safety, to the standard shooting movements he made, there are long descriptions. There are even pictures. Therefore, the Ministry of Military Affairs would like to borrow

It’s self-evident what to do with this kind of reading material.

To be honest, Insel is actually not very interested in these novels - the battles he has experienced are more than ten times more tragic than the protagonists in these books, just like the one he is reading.

This guy named Sven Marber can tell from the name that it is a metaphor for another real imperial hero. The book says that he was "alone, and after all his comrades were killed, he took a knife to kill through the encirclement of the orcs."

.When the rifle was out of ammunition, he swung it up and killed an orc boss. The machine spirit was very happy, so he could shoot again'.

This paragraph made Insel's face twitch, let alone the following paragraph: Sven Marbo was received by the governor of a planet due to his outstanding achievements, and something happened between him and a beautiful silver-haired inquisitor.

This paragraph lasted twenty pages and was very detailed.

The Chapter Master of the Iron Snake Chapter threw down the book and sighed helplessly - he is a person who likes to read very much. This habit has been in his youth and has not been eliminated until now. His habit is

Find something to read before a major mission. The book "Sven Marber" I have in hand was borrowed from an Astra Militarum.

He originally just wanted to kill time. Pre-war mobilization has always had nothing to do with him as the chapter leader. This kind of thing is usually done by senior priests who are qualified to wear skull masks and priest medals. But now

There is only one priest in the group, and this unreliable bastard even took a vow of silence some time ago.

So, this matter could only fall on him. Insel picked up the book from the ground. He would return it to the soldier tomorrow, but he could not place other people's belongings randomly. Thinking back to himself, he said

If so, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Sergeant Pullyard...witness us. You made us proud of you. Now, it's time for us to make you proud as well." He murmured to himself.