Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

A list was placed in front of Guilliman, which almost made him dizzy. The names written in High Gothic were extremely complicated. Guilliman had to admit that he was a complete layman in this field and could only go by the names.

Guess what kind of public they are.

"...portable personal destruction cannon, and this compressed personal magic protective shield." His fingers slid on the light blue light screen in front of him, and he quickly selected the two that he felt most comfortable with.

Interested. "Can you introduce it to me?"

"Of course." The center of the circle said mechanically. "Please stand a little further away."

Guilliman did as he was told without knowing why. A blue light flashed, and two strange devices appeared in front of him, floating in mid-air. One of them was only about the size of a brooch, and its black round shape was inconspicuous. The other one

It was designed as a silver suitcase, not big, and the surface was exuding light.

A black circular device the size of a brooch floated out, and then the mechanical sound of the center of the circle sounded.

"The compressed personal magic shield is very simple to use. Just carry it on your body and press it. If you hear a soft sound accompanied by a blue magic light, it means the activation is successful."

"It has two fixed magic protection arrays built-in, which can be condensed into a magic shield that can withstand attacks from five standard units, including attacks at the spiritual level. It can be used while moving or running, or it can be used and synthesized by a team of more than five people.

The protective barrier will increase the defense a lot, but we haven’t had time to test the specific performance of the group shield yet.”

Guilliman reached for the brooch and pressed it lightly with his fingers. There was a soft click, the magic power overflowed from it, the device in his hand disappeared, and a dark blue round shield enveloped his entire body.

Tiff walked over and touched the shield with his hand out of curiosity, and the feedback was quite hard.

Guilliman also made the same move. He punched the inside, but the punch passed through the dark blue barrier freely. The punch missed, and Guilliman raised his eyebrows with interest.

.

As expected, the introduction of the center of the magic circle continued.

"The compressed personal magic shield can be stopped freely to save energy. After the shield is activated, it is connected to the spirit and can be stopped with just a thought of the user."

"At the same time, it can shoot from the inside out. In the captain's vision, he also designed another shield specifically for snipers, which can greatly enhance the power of their ammunition. But it is not perfect yet. In addition,

Please note that if there is no attack, the shield will not consume energy and can be maintained forever."

"The personal magic shield has a charging function. The captain has designed more than thirty charging methods. Kinetic energy, laser, psychic energy and even mental shock can charge the shield, but it cannot withstand more than five standard units in one moment.

A layered attack. This is very important, please keep it in mind.”

"Standard unit? What is the benchmark of this standard unit?" Steve asked the question Guilliman wanted to ask at the side. He raised his hand and asked like a student being taught.

"Please wait."

The buzzing of the center of the circle began to intensify. Guilliman and Steve couldn't help but squint their eyes at that moment. They both felt a slight sting. Then, a huge fireball fell from the sky, causing

One of the recently restored buildings in the complex was once again in ruins.

It was a complete ruin, with flames burning on it. The extremely strong alloy was blown to pieces, and hot air rushed towards his face. Steve narrowed his eyes and began to instinctively assess the power of this huge fireball.

"The 'fundamentalist' fireball technique was improved by a nineteenth-century mage. What was just demonstrated is the most primitive version. The shield can withstand up to five such bombardments. Please use this as a standard for calculations."

Guilliman's expression slowly became very intriguing.

It is no exaggeration to say that the value of this thing has exceeded his imagination. The significance of the existence of this magic shield is no longer for tactical use, but in a strategic sense, it truly allows the Astartes troops to have physical weapons.

The possibility of tearing apart local mechanized troops... No, wait, that's the wrong idea.

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind - if mass production is carried out at the expense of reducing the ability to withstand attacks, wouldn't it be possible to equip the Astra Militarum with it? Once this kind of thing can be mass produced, it can be expanded to the entire army.

.....what does that mean?

His arms began to tremble slightly, and there were thousands of thoughts in his mind.

The emperor is above.

After a long time, he slowly spoke: "...Can this, a compressed personal magic shield, be mass-produced?"

"sure."

The answer from the center of the magic circle made Guilliman unable to help but reveal a very bright smile.

"Actually, Mr. Guilliman, as early as the beginning of the design, the captain was designing for mass production. However, the energy supply of the Revenge is currently very short, and our manufacturing line is manufacturing hand-held repair pattern arrays in large batches.

.and is also responsible for keeping the engines running and scanning the entire Terra. If you want to mass-produce it, the Vengeance requires a lot of energy."

"This is no problem." Guilliman waved his hand decisively. "No problem at all. What energy is needed? How much?"

"Unfortunately, after scanning, the current energy of Holy Terra is not enough to replenish the energy of the Vengeance to a level that can produce compressed personal magic shields in large quantities. The Vengeance is a standard star warship driven by magic.

.The built-in magic engine was designed by the captain himself, and he usually does the main charging."

The cold words of the center of the magic circle made him sigh, magic... what kind of energy is this? Why does it feel more spiritual than spiritual energy?

Guilliman raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. This problem was a headache, but it was not impossible to solve. All he had to do was wait until He Shenyan woke up from his sleep. By then...

He pursed his lips, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked instead: "So, where is the portable personal destruction cannon?"

"Let me try this, Robert."

Steve took a step forward and took Guilliman's job - no soldier could not be curious about new weapons, and no soldier could stop their desire for more sophisticated weapons.

He stretched out his hand and caught the silver suitcase floating in the air. But just as it touched its surface, the silver metal turned into some kind of flowing substance, climbing up his arms, and in both hands

Silver arm armor is formed on the top, which looks nothing special except for its beautiful style.

"Uh... would you mind explaining how to use this thing, the center of the magic circle?"

Steve tried to wave his hand towards the ceiling. It seemed that the movement of his right hand was slightly larger. The palm of his hand suddenly lit up with a silver light, and a blazing white beam shot out. When it was about to touch the ceiling,

It was stopped. A blur of blue light emerged from around it, and then, the mechanical sound of the center of the circle sounded.

"Please be sure not to do this again... The portable personal destruction cannon is still an experimental prototype and has not been perfected. Its firing mechanism is very vague and can be fired either through gestures or words. It's so rash

Swinging your arms widely can lead to some unexpected results."

Steve swallowed, his hands motionless at his waist, and suddenly became nervous. Guilliman turned his head sideways, as if to hide his smile.

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He Shenyan was dreaming.

To be precise, he was observing something through dreams.

Since ancient times, dreams have been a mysterious dimension to human beings. Few people can truly understand what dreams mean, but for mages, dreams have changed from an unpredictable and uncontrollable illusion to one that they can fully control.

place.

'Whispers in Dreams', this is the name of the spell that He Shenyan is currently using. It was created by an unnamed mage. After continuous improvement by later generations, it eventually became a very... strange one.

of spells.

It allows a mage to control his own spirit and will while sleeping, and at the same time use the unpredictability of dreams to observe some scenes that are usually not visible when awake - in other words, allowing himself to become a person in a dream.

Madman, go and see the world through the eyes of a madman.

Normal people definitely don't want to know how madmen view the world in their eyes. Some people may be interested, but usually they only get a taste of it. There is actually no precise reason why He Shenyan does this.

He just wanted to do it.

In the dream, He Shenyan is sitting boredly on a pure white chair. There is nothing around, and the monotonous and boring white is the only scenery you can observe. Time and space have lost their meaning here, after all.

, this is just one person’s dream. As we all know, dreams do not need to be logical.

He casually snapped his fingers, and a mirror glowing with water appeared in front of him. The mirror was full of waves. He Shenyan gently blew on the mirror, and the water faded away in an instant, revealing the coat.

The covered island is covered with skeletons and octopuses. They use their thick tentacles to place the skeletons into strange postures.

It looks like some text.

The mage carefully observed the words and memorized them firmly, even though he actually had no idea what they meant.

The next second, the mirror shattered. The skeleton and the octopus came into the pure white space. A relatively large octopus looked at him with its mindless eyes, and after a while, he actually spoke.

"We have seen you, mage." it said. "We have seen you a long time ago. But we can't remember it. Why is this happening?"

"I'm sure I have no impression of you at all." He Shenyan sat on the chair and replied calmly. "If I see such a scene, I will definitely be impressed."

The octopus looked at him, as if confirming whether what he said was true or false. After a while, the octopus left the skeleton under it. The poor skeleton turned into ashes directly after the creature left. Its tentacles

Moving, as if on the bottom of the sea, he brought the octopus to He Shenyan.

"You didn't lie, we believe you. But we didn't lie either."

"How do I know if you are lying?"

"We did not lie." Octopus repeated. "We will not lie to the wizard."

"Oh?" He Shenyan became interested. "The mage you are talking about, are you referring to me or our group?"

"you."

Many scars suddenly appeared on the red skin of the octopus, like marks left by swords. Some have healed, but some are still bleeding. One of its tentacles was slightly raised, as if to express

As if he was dissatisfied, he started dancing in the air.

"You said we couldn't lie to you anymore, and we agreed."

As if in response to its words, the other octopuses also danced their tentacles. For a moment, the scene became very exaggerated. He Shenyan burst out laughing - this was indeed something he could do.

But the problem is...this is a dream.

And it was a dream controlled by a whisper in the dream. Although it was not surprising that he could see anything, an octopus came directly from the scene and said that he had seen him before...

He Shenyan lay back, and the white chair turned into an armchair, allowing him to lie down comfortably. The sky instantly changed from pure white to light blue, with white clouds and green mountains not far away.

They complement each other and appear exceptionally harmonious.

Just ignore those octopuses and skeletons.

Octopus crawled and came to his side: "A long time ago, we had interactions with many mages."

"What are you?"

"Intangible things." Octopus replied. "We can be anything."

"It could also be the current image of an octopus lying on a skeleton?" He Shenyan said with a smile.

"Yes. Only a few people can communicate with us, and you are one of them. But you are too irritable, and we don't like you very much."

"What have I done to make you dislike me?"

"You have destroyed many worlds..." Octopus' tone became a little frightened. "We don't like the sight of life dying, but you seem to like it very much. You have been killing all kinds of life in various ways.

"

It stared at He Shenyan, who was listening with great interest, and suddenly paused in its tone: "No - no, you don't seem to be him. Are you?"

"First of all, I can be sure of one thing. I have never seen you, and I have never destroyed many worlds like you said. But maybe, who knows? The world is so vast, maybe there is such a universe.

I am a natural-born murderer."

As if he had lost all interest, He Shenyan clapped his hands, and the whispering in the dream ended. He returned to a deep sleep again, and his body was repairing bit by bit. The restless magic and spiritual energy were calming down bit by bit, and his soul was calming down bit by bit.

The same goes for injuries on the body.

...But, what the octopus said still lingered in his heart.

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I went out for a dental checkup during the day, and I simulated subject three. I just got home, so the update is a bit late, sorry. I will update it tomorrow.

By the way, this is not the old-fashioned I-beat-myself plot.