Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Long time no see, Robert."

The archangel sat opposite Guilliman, with his pair of white wings tucked behind his back. His long golden hair lay casually on the back of his head. He was dressed simply, only wearing a loose robe. He was looking at it with a smile.

By Guilliman.

Unlike his smile, Guilliman had a straight face.

"...Robert?"

After he kept staring at Sanguinius with this poker face for more than five minutes, the perfect smile on the Archangel's face finally changed. He asked carefully: "Did I make you angry?"

Guilliman did not speak. The expression on his face kept changing. Finally, he covered his face in an indescribable complexity and sighed deeply.

"Robert? What's wrong? Your behavior makes me very uneasy."

"...No, it has nothing to do with you, not at all." Guilliman answered him in a dull voice. "I was just thinking about what else would happen. Angron, Fulgrim,

And then you - what? The next step is to get that bastard Horus back?"

Sanguinius was startled when he heard his words. He opened his mouth on the chair, as if he wanted to say something, but a golden light from nowhere suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the angel immediately closed his mouth.

Mouth. He said nothing.

Guilliman put down his hand and looked at Sanguinius's expression, suddenly feeling that something was wrong. He frowned: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Robert." Sanguinius showed a flawless smile again, his face full of innocence. "I just didn't expect you to react like this."

"What reaction did you expect from me?"

Hearing these words, Robert Guilliman shouted angrily like a mortal, even waving his arms: "I welcome your return with joy?! Your Majesty, the Emperor, I

Of course I’m happy to have you back! Otherwise? But I have no idea how you survived!”

"Could it be that our father did it? He just got rid of death and that damn chair not long ago, and then he immediately had the power to bring you back from the other world? Ah, he still expects me to believe in science and truth

!This is completely unscientific and not true at all!”

Guilliman pressed his temples with both hands and almost gritted his teeth: "Just ten minutes ago, I was really moved by him!"

"I understand that you have many questions in your mind, but in fact my resurrection has little to do with my father. It was the mage who played a role in it."

Sanguinius began to explain to his doubtful brother: "After my death, the remaining trace of my soul regained some strength under the shield of my father's radiance. Then, I wandered in the subspace, trying to find

An opportunity to return to the physical realm."

"But the subspace is too big, and my father doesn't have the extra strength to do this. I had no choice but to wander around in the subspace for a long time."

"I just found this opportunity not long ago. The spiritual energy of the mage was so powerful that I was able to briefly use his power to talk to people in the material realm. It was also with his help that I handed over a token.

Gave me a descendant. Then, I began to accumulate strength..."

Sanguinius spread his hands: "Then, I will come to find you."

"No, you first went to find Angron and Fulgrim, and then took them outside the door to eavesdrop on the conversation between me and my father."

Sanguinius looked away and looked at the ceiling, as if he didn't hear what Guilliman was saying at all. His reaction made Guilliman narrow his eyes, and then smiled darkly.

"Robert, why are you laughing?"

"Nothing... Sanguinius, I just sighed. That's all."

Sanguinius instinctively felt that something was wrong, and his intuition came true. The next second, Guilliman said something with that gloomy smile that made him shiver all over.

"Did you know? After your death, in order to commemorate you, people set December 25th every year as St. Genara's Day. On this day, the Astartes will wear on their chests a symbol of your achievements.

Medal. Civilians will buy various carriers with your image, such as oil paintings, prints or sculptures. In the past hundred years, small hangings have even become popular... Haha, brother, they even

I will have a big meal in the evening, and I will thank you before the meal."

The archangel's face wrinkled up.

However, this was not over yet, Guilliman's smile began to grow brighter and brighter: "There are many temples dedicated to you, dedicated to commemorating you. And they were built next to our father's temple, tsk, did you know? Your statue

The price is ridiculously high. A smuggling ship in Terra was seized some time ago, and the report was handed over to my desk because it is related to you."

"That ship tried to take away one million Sanguinius statues. Tsk tsk tsk, do you know how much your statue was sold for? By the way, according to survey statistics, most of the buyers are ladies.

....."

His meaningful look made Sanguinius' whole body tremble, and the Archangel's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He actually stuttered a little: "Can we stop discussing these embarrassing things, Robert?"

"Embarrassing? I don't think so."

Guilliman obviously wanted to say something more, but unfortunately, at this moment, the personal terminal in front of him began to beep, and the light blue light curtain began to converge on it again. Sanguinius breathed a sigh of relief.

, and Guilliman curled his lips.

He pressed the knob on the left side of his personal terminal, and the magic power condensed in the air, and a bust of a man appeared on it. It was Steve Rogers. His expression was a little sad, but when he saw Guilliman, he still felt

Showed a smile.

"Hey, Robert, I hope this thing works fine - well, I'm not very good at using complicated stuff like this, can you see me?"

He waved his hand.

Guilliman nodded: "You can see, Steve, what's the matter with you? I remember you should still be receiving medical treatment on the Revenge."

"It's like this. There is a separate manufacturing sequence on the Revenge. He seems to have designed a handheld that can quickly repair buildings in advance - hand, handheld, ah, hell, what is the name of this thing?"

Steve turned his head away in embarrassment, picked up a small black square, and waved it in front of Guilliman's face.

"In short, it's this thing. The handheld quick repair array is very simple to use. You only need to hold it next to the building that needs to be repaired and use it. Its built-in array core will be activated directly and the building can be repaired directly.

"

"Repair?" Guilliman frowned. "In what way? Do you need to provide materials? What is the core of the formation? How many times can it be used at most?"

A series of questions were thrown out by him like a barrage of questions. Steve scratched his head and said simply: "Why don't you come up and ask the center of the magic circle? It should be able to demonstrate it to you directly."

"Stop joking, go up? I don't have time now-"

The light blue light curtain rapidly expanded from the personal terminal in front of him, and in just a few seconds it overflowed into the air to form a light blue portal large enough to accommodate Guilliman. Behind the door was the person who had been separated from him just now.

Empty Conversation Steve.

"..."

Guilliman stared blankly at the portal, then turned back to look at the personal terminal that was still glowing. Several times, he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and just opened his mouth.

He pursed his lips, his face full of bewilderment.

"Please enter the portal quickly, Mr. Guilliman. The energy of the personal terminal is not enough to maintain the portal for a long time."

A mechanical sound came from the door, reminding him. Guilliman immediately walked in as if he had just woken up from a dream, not forgetting to remind Sanguinius at the last moment: "Look at the personal terminal for me, the on-site command.

I leave you to keep an eye on the work, Sanguinius."

The archangel smiled silently and nodded. He stood up immediately after Guilliman walked into the portal, grabbed the terminal and played with it carefully, the curiosity in his eyes undisguised.

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Fulgrim sat alone in a room with the Emperor. They had never talked like this before. They had never been so close - the identity of the Lord of Mankind and the Demigod became irrelevant at this time. He was just a simple father.

Earth is communicating with his son, nothing more.

"I noticed that you have an extra scar on your face, Fulgrim." The Emperor asked with concern. "What happened?"

A sense of guilt boiled in Fulgrim's heart. He pursed his lips and said, "...The origin of the scar can be discussed later. If you still think that I

If he is your son. Father, please allow me to call you that. But I am not the Fulgrim you remember. I am a clone, and I only have his memory, that's all."

The emperor's eyes were on the sword at his waist, a smile fleeting, and he slowly shook his head: "Clone - ha, do you really think that's the case?"

"I don't understand, father, you...?" Fulgrim looked at him blankly, wanting an explanation.

The Emperor took his hand, and Fulgrim felt a rock-like touch, and the rough calluses made his heart feel sour for some unknown reason. Then, he heard his father slowly narrating something in a low voice.

, a fact.

"Fabius Bayer may be able to clone some Chaos Astartes, but he does not have the ability to clone my son. Do you understand, Fulgrim?"

Hearing this, Fulgrim was shocked.

He shouted out loud: "Then I——?!"

The Emperor looked at him sharply: "Everyone has good and evil sides, my son."

His next words echoed in Fulgrim's heart like a bell, and they did not stop until he walked out of the room.

That sentence was very simple, but it made him almost cry.

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