Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Loken didn't even know what to say.

How am I going to tell him that the Emperor has stepped down from the Golden Throne? Do I say it directly? Will this seem too unprepossessing, and will he believe me? Or should I take a roundabout way...?

Even though his mind was spinning, Loken didn't know how to speak properly. He had to use a more euphemistic way to change the topic: "What are you referring to, Brother Kronos?"

"Don't worry, Brother Sebrus."

Kronos could tell that he was hiding something. This was normal for the Astartes - there were many little secrets within the Chapter, and it was normal for some things not to be said.

Moreover, they were doing this in front of Swain. Although Kronos had already regarded him as the future governor of the planet, officially speaking, Swain was just a native at this time. Sebrus had concerns.

It's also normal.

He comforted: "Any aspect is fine. Please tell me some good news. I just hope that the empire is slowly improving now."

Staring into his eyes, Loken's heart was suddenly stung by the emotion contained in them - What am I doing? I have been trying to deceive this loyal Astartes with lies.

Not something I should do...

"Holy Terra was invaded not long ago."

Loken spoke slowly. As these words were thrown out, Swain immediately noticed that Kronos's expression became extremely ferocious.

"We finally won the victory. This battle was very difficult to fight. The whole of Terra was riddled with holes by the demon portals. Those damn chaotic beasts jumped out from every corner and killed wantonly...

Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Regent responded promptly and mobilized troops, so our front was not torn to pieces in the first place."

"Regent?"

Loken looked at him with a little pity: "Yes, the Imperial Regent, Lord Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of your Ultramarines...don't you know about his return? The Emperor is above

Ah, my brother, how long have you been wandering?"

His voice gradually faded away from Kronos's ears. It was difficult for the veteran to sort out his inner emotions at the moment. Those extremely complicated and entangled things made him reveal a trembling smile: "...

.I don’t know how long it will be. Please continue, Brother Sebrus, this is always a good thing. No, this is really a good thing."

He lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe his eyes: "Actually, it's so good that it seems unreal to me."

Loken began to continue slowly, while Swain, who was listening quietly on the side, was completely absorbed. The giant kept coming up with new terms in his mouth, such as knight mechas, black armored guards, returning heroic spirits, etc.

He didn't understand at all. He was simply shocked by the war.

People were dying in droves, and just from his description, Swain could smell the strong smell of blood. For no reason, he developed an extreme hatred for the demons who killed these compatriots he had never met.

His emotions rose and fell with Sebrus's straightforward and unadorned narration. In the end, when he heard the word "golden sun", Swain seemed to have a golden sun in front of his eyes.

It wasn't cold, but rather warm. It even warmed his stiff neck, and the pain gradually subsided.

...Wait, is this really just his hallucination?

Swain frowned, and his eyes were gradually covered with gold. Kronos stood tremblingly, looking at the golden sun rising from the gap in Sebulus's armor, silent, tears flowing from his eyes.

The water flowed down his rough face.

"O Emperor...do you hear my prayer?"

The sun did not answer. It floated out from the window of the room and hung over the Immortal Fortress, illuminating the entire capital. It replaced the sun that had not yet risen and sent a message to the people of Noxus who were still sleeping.

There was a warmth, but most of them were unaware of it.

The sun is of course warm to humans, but it is deadly to the mites that parasitize on humans.

A scream came from the underground of the Immortal Fortress, and a starlight quickly flew up and passed across the sky. However, when it passed by the sun, most of its brilliance was taken away. In the end, only a false body was left. But the sun still stood.

He stood there and watched her go away indifferently.

Shurima, thousands of miles away.

Aatrox, who was composing a poem, seemed to hear a scream in his ears. The familiar voice made him clenched his fists instantly. The true forms of the Ascended Ones were revealed uncontrollably, and he no longer suppressed his power.

, the eight-meter-tall huge body stood up unreservedly, its golden wings fully unfolded behind it.

"Twilight Star Spirit..."

His teeth collided with each other, spitting out hateful venom, staring at the meteors streaking across the sky, the murderous intention in his heart almost burning the yellow sand in front of him: "You deserve to die!"

Behind him, Nasus, with a serious expression, grabbed his cane and rushed out of the office. He sensed Aatrox's strength and thought he was in danger, but unexpectedly he heard his roar when he came out.

The dog-headed man speechlessly took back the right hand that was about to release the withering curse, and then dissipated the soul flame that was about to emerge. He kicked it out without mercy, and he lifted a stone to Aatrox's head: "General!

It’s early in the morning! The kids are still sleeping!”

"......oh."

Aatrox calmly gathered his strength and quietly sat back on the steps again, continuing to compose his poems.

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Darius walked for a long time, so long that the blood even condensed in the gaps in his armor. The wind and sand paved the road, and the chill hit him. The fire in his heart only became stronger.

In the early morning, he returned to the camp. When he left, he took ten thousand people with him, but when he came back, he only had one person.

"......what happened?"

Darius did not move and allowed the two soldiers to pour boiling water over his head. This temperature was nothing to his skin. The hot water hit his armor with a violent sound and his blood gurgled.

It flowed out and stained the surrounding sand red.

"Sacrifice." He said briefly, completely hiding his emotions. "The legion was sacrificed, a hidden formation. The lord of that city pretended to surrender. I thought this was an opportunity for us to enter without a fight.

Duinmans' chance. I was careless, and the soldiers' deaths were all because of me."

Thain stood aside with his arms folded, his cold face expressionless. Even after hearing this, he just nodded: "Have you avenged them?"

Darius nodded without hesitation: "But this is not enough, General."

The Hand of Noxus rarely allowed his anger to engulf his mind: "The soldiers who fought against me were basically civilians, and they were driven by a noble and his attendants to fight against me. The pickled things...

...His power is very strange. I heard the conversation between him and his attendants. It seems that the nobles of Duinmans do not regard civilians as human beings."

"Instead, they are called 'lambs' and regarded as food that can be slaughtered at will."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding atmosphere immediately changed.

The soldiers pouring water still stood on the high platform, pouring hot water down to clean Darius' armor and body. But their expressions had turned into hatred. As for Thain... he just grinned.

Opened his mouth.

"Very good." He said with a smile. Only at this time can people see his smile through the shield of the steel crown. "In three days, the army will rise and the whole army will set off."

"No more holding back, no negotiation, no retreat."

"Kill all the nobles and rentiers. Don't spare anyone, not their children, their wives, not even their dogs."

"...Three days later, I will see all the kings and nobles of Duinmansi hanged at the city gate!"

His roar echoed throughout the camp for a long time.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

I don’t have many manuscripts, sorry. Because the catering business has been good recently, I have to be busy from 5:30 in the morning to 11 or 12 in the evening. I also have to find time to take the exam for subject three.

If I have more time next month, I will try to restore 6,000 per day.

However, I have written a lot this month...unexpectedly.