Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Why do you look like this?"

Angron looked at Fulgrim who walked out of the door with great disgust. His dazed look made the Lord of Red Sand sneer: "Look at you, ha, how weak you are."

Phoenix raised his head and glanced at Angron. Uncharacteristically, he didn't say anything. Not a word of rebuttal came out of his mouth. He just shook his head and left. Angron frowned and shouted loudly behind him.

Shouted: "Where are you going?"

"I gave him a secret mission. He is going to find a ship to leave Terra."

A voice answered Angron on behalf of Fulgrim, and the Emperor slowly walked out of the door, with his hands behind his back and a very calm expression.

Angron clicked his tongue and asked without looking back: "You don't want to have a heart-to-heart talk with me, do you? Do you need me to remind you that I am not the Angron in your memory?"

"I have never had such a wish." The Emperor said calmly. "Besides, I know very well that you are not him. You are a future that is too perfect. Such Angron does not exist here. I have no respect for him.

His attitude will only disgust him, not someone like you who is willing to fight for humanity."

The more Angron listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. The Emperor obviously followed what he meant, but it did not make him feel comfortable at all. On the contrary, it gave him goosebumps all over his body.

The Lord of Red Sand turned around quickly, and he could only swing his battle ax as fast as he could. He saw Angron looking at the Emperor with vigilant eyes, and he almost wrote the words "What the hell are you doing" on the

On the face.

He had some ideas in his mind, but he never expected that he would see a father's eyes full of regret.

The emperor said nothing. He just sighed like an old man who lost his son because of his stubbornness and stupidity, and closed the door. The small wooden house disappeared in a burst of golden light.

He turned around and seemed to be planning to leave.

"Where are you going?" Angron couldn't help but ask.

"Do what I should have done a long time ago - and you too, Angron, do what you want to do. The World-Eating Brave is such a good name."

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Guilliman seemed to have arrived in a new world. The infirmary in front of him was completely different from what he had remembered. There was neither the smell of incense nor religious sculptures everywhere. There was not even a doctor. He could not see the past.

In my memory, those people wearing white coats but hanging crosses and rosaries looked more like priests than doctors.

The floor and ceiling here were all silver, even the walls. The material used was an alloy that he couldn't identify.

Guilliman tentatively stamped his foot. The sense of solidity made the original squint his eyes, and he immediately began to think about whether to ask for some materials and throw them to Caul who was far away on Mars to see if he could make something new.

came out. However, a mechanical voice sounded above his head and said something that made him extremely embarrassed.

"Please do not try to cause damage to the ground, Mr. Guilliman. The alloy has the function of self-healing, but it requires time and energy. The medical room currently does not have much energy allocated, and the Revenge is undergoing many operations. The energy demand is large.

,Thank you for your cooperation."

Guilliman coughed and looked at Steve, who had a narrow smile on his face. He pretended that he couldn't see the expression on his face, and said in a fairly serious tone: "It seems that you are recovering well? Check it out.

Have the results come out?”

"It's nothing serious, just a little chaos pollution... It has been removed, and we are still in the observation stage." Steve rubbed his arms and raised his hands to show him how white and tender he had become.

Skin, face full of bitterness. "I would rather be burned again than have this kind of skin."

Guilliman wanted to laugh, but he held it back. He felt that he still had to take care of his image. After all, this was the mage's ship. He coughed again and asked: "So, what about that spell in your mouth?"

The center of the array is the voice that just spoke to me?"

"Yes, you can think of it as a machine soul or something like that, but it's more special."

Steve didn't introduce much. He just pointed at the blue light above his head that was constantly buzzing, and then threw the black cube into Guilliman's arms: "Center of the circle, take us to a place where we can repair it."

A place to test.”

"There is a dedicated test site on the lower deck. Will transmission be carried out?"

"Teleport?"

Guilliman raised his eyebrows and asked Steve: "Can we walk there? How long will it take? I want to see this ship."

"It's a pity, Guilliman." Steve shrugged. This action seemed to involve his injury, making him grin for a while. "...Hiss, but we'd better teleport there. Vengeance

It’s about the same size as a planet, and simply walking would take a lot of time.”

"The size of a planet?!" Guilliman was shocked.

Nodding, Steve told him very calmly: "It's nothing, Guilliman. According to what I know about He, the handheld quick-repair array on your hand is probably not a simple thing. I suggest

Just be mentally prepared."

Guilliman followed his advice and did some mental construction for himself. They left the infirmary during the teleportation and came to a vast space. There were many collapsed buildings, many of which were like those that would lose half of their upper body.

Some of them also have huge buildings hundreds of meters high. They are stacked together and are almost the size of a city.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the center of the array began to introduce: "You only need to face these damaged buildings and place the handheld repair pattern array on the ground. It will automatically identify and repair it."

Guilliman did as he was told.

The small square began to tremble on the ground, and soon, a light blue magic power was released from it. The square unraveled and slowly expanded, followed by a huge pattern array, which could even

An entire collapsed city was swept in, and the next second something happened that Guilliman couldn't understand at all.

——Those collapsed buildings began to quickly return to their original shape, but it was not a 'repair', yes, it was definitely not a restoration.

He looked at the scene in front of him almost speechless, and Robert Guilliman murmured to himself: "Go back in time...?"

"Exactly, you have recognized the principle of the hand-held repair pattern. A simple time spell can automatically identify the appearance of the building before it is damaged and extract it from the time stream to repair it, but it cannot resurrect any life.

Or psychic architecture."

The center of the magic circle was buzzing, and he said something in front of that miraculous scene that almost made Guilliman fall.

"The manufacturing room has completed the first batch of handheld repair pattern arrays. The total number is 3,200. You can call them immediately. Each handheld repair pattern array can be used once. It is a disposable product and will be destroyed after use.

, there is no need to worry about the risk of leakage. Of course, I don’t think anyone can copy the captain’s technology.”

The mechanical sound in the center of the array became a little scary, even taking on an emotion: "Please note that any attempt to study or dismantle the hand-held repair pattern array will lead to unforeseen consequences. Extremely compressed time pattern array

If it is dismantled by violent means, the consequences will be very serious. In addition, the captain said, if you think this kind of thing is good and worth promoting, please wait until he wakes up to interview him."

"He also left a message. Do you want to play it?"

"...play."

He Shenyan's voice soon sounded in the space: "I actually like to work on infrastructure, but I don't have that much time. In my free time, I researched a lot of things that should be able to help you...

.If you are interested, just ask the center of the magic circle and it will give you a list. You can choose some things you think are good and promote them to the entire empire. As for the others...just wait until I wake up.

talk later."

Steve glanced at Guilliman's expression and found that his eyes were shining.

"Show me that list!"

Guilliman's voice almost drowned out the sound of the array's movement. He shouted urgently: "Quick! Show me!"