Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Starting an expedition at this time?"

The Emperor raised his head from his work and glanced at the mage. From the calm expression, it was actually impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Facing his questions and vague doubts, He Shenyan just nodded.

"I never make a promise easily."

There was an unfinished second half of this sentence, and the Emperor laughed - he stopped his work.

The hand that was collecting soul fragments in the chaotic chaos of the subspace stopped. The Emperor retracted his hands and put them in front of him to examine them carefully. He did not want to miss even the details between his fingers.

He said: "If you want to, do it. The territory near the Eye of Terror has indeed not been recovered yet... Guilliman also said that he wanted to launch an expedition, but it was delayed for various reasons.

, you might be able to get him involved as well.”

"What about the jobs that belong to him?"

The emperor smiled maliciously, and he became more and more humane: "Don't you have a little trick of doppelganger...?"

Even the mage hesitated at the emperor's hint: "...Isn't it bad to do this?"

"Then it's not within my scope of consideration."

After throwing out the difficult multiple-choice questions lightly, the emperor's expression once again returned to that of Furui Mubo, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden no matter what.

Seeing this, He Shenyan could only shake his head helplessly. Just when he was about to leave, the emperor suddenly stopped him.

"...They will not sit still and wait for death," the Emperor said.

The Lord of Mankind raised his head and looked up at the starry sky where there was no order or reason in the subspace. The power of chaos formed a beautiful curtain of colorful light above their heads. The emperor's expression was not overwhelmed by it, but

It was a surge of deep hatred.

"You are mistaken, my friend."

He Shenyan tore open the space, turned around and left. At that moment, his voice penetrated the curtain and reached the ears of the evil gods: "...I won't give up."

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It was rare for Guilliman to become distracted when dealing with government affairs. Given his character, this kind of thing rarely happened.

——It can even be said that there is almost none.

Robert Guilliman is a very serious person, not only because of his personality, but also because of his family education. And when he treats government affairs, his seriousness will reach another level.

However, since we are human beings, we will naturally have times when we feel uneasy, such as right now.

A scene kept appearing repeatedly in front of his eyes - just last night, that evil, damn, self-righteous Yin Freni actually broke into his lounge privately.

And none of the guards on guard outside noticed it - no, Guilliman even suspected that they did it on purpose.

At this moment, he really hated that he didn't have psychic powers and couldn't read the minds of these little bastards.

Of course, Yinfryne's intrusion into his lounge at night was not for that little bit of fun. In fact, she had something very important to tell Guilliman, but he was still angry at the thoughts displayed by his heirs.

How could you not stop her?! Those are all rumors, rumors! Could it be possible that I would really marry an Eldar woman?!

Thinking of this, Guilliman sighed. He put down the pen in his hand. At this time, he actually didn't like the pen at all - the array technology has developed to this point, why is our bureaucracy still there?

Using pen and paper to convey important information?

No, it must be reformed. I will issue an order tomorrow. Starting from Terra, all officials who have direct contact with me and need to connect with government affairs must be equipped with a Wenzhen extension...

Guilliman suddenly stopped thinking because he sadly discovered that he still had to use pen and paper to issue this order.

...

The Imperial Regent, who was angry and had no place to vent, stood up from his seat expressionlessly. He pushed away the chair that was simple in style and fit his body type, and stood in front of the porthole with his hands behind his back.

Staring at the galaxy, Guilliman realized that he had not left Macragge's Glory for a long time. He was bound by government affairs. After discovering this, he inevitably felt a little angry.

Then, there was a knock on his door.

Guilliman was not a person who would offend others. One of the qualities of a politician is the ability to control his emotions. He instantly put on a calm expression and said: "Come in."

The heavy study door was pushed open, but not by the guards standing guard at the door of his study. If it had been them, Guilliman would have heard their footsteps and the sound of their armor colliding with the iron door.

But now, he only heard the slight sound of the door rubbing against the floor.

Guilliman suddenly turned his head, and his heart dropped again. The Regent's expression inevitably became distorted: "...your stealth skills are comparable to those of the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court."

Already."

He Shenyan, who had just startled Guilliman, showed a satisfied smile and waved his hand: "This is not stealth, it is just a little use of magic. Ah, Guilliman, how are you progressing in the way of magic?

"

"...I haven't practiced magic recently." Guilliman replied honestly. "I'm busy with government affairs and can't get away."

"Yeah?"

He Shenyan nodded thoughtfully: "Then how come you had time to talk to the spiritual messenger Yin Fulani at night last night?"

"...This is slander!"

Guilliman's face turned red, and veins popped up on his forehead. He almost gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know where you heard this news, but I definitely did not have the so-called 'talk by candlelight' with her.

'!"

"Um......"

He Shenyan made a long nasal sound and walked past Guilliman towards his desk. He flipped through the government affairs written on the parchment rolls, and occasionally stopped to read the comments Guilliman had written on the side.

.

"You don't believe me?!"

"Guilliman, Robert Guilliman, my new student..."

He Shenyan raised his head with a half-smile: "You are a mature and born politician. And politicians are excellent actors. When it doesn't involve your brother or Yin Fulini, you like

Anger is invisible."

His slow and powerful narration gradually made Guilliman's face turn pale.

"You suppress your emotions deep in your heart and almost never show them. Even the heirs closest to you can hardly understand what you are thinking - but why do you always lose everything when facing Yin Fuleni?

Where is the city?"

"That's because...because..."

Guilliman, who was ruthlessly exposed, began to repeat two words repeatedly, and He Shenyan finally burst into laughter.

"Oh, don't be like this, Robb." He called Guilliman by his nickname affectionately. "You just confirmed my completely unfounded theory."

"Just, just speculation?"

"Otherwise?" He Shenyan blinked at him. "If it's not just speculation, can it be a fact? Or do you want it to become a fact?"

"I--"

"Okay, okay. The joking time is over, it's time to get down to business."

Interrupting Guilliman's spellcasting, He Shenyan snapped his fingers and conjured an armchair for himself, which landed opposite Guilliman's desk. He walked over and sat down, sighing comfortably.

Then he made a gesture, indicating that Guilliman should also take a seat.

"Then, the conversation officially begins."

He Shenyan's fingers formed a spire shape, bouncing back and forth, colliding with each other. As the words fell, the heavy door of the study automatically closed without wind. Guilliman instinctively sensed that something big was about to happen.

It's going to happen.

"How many Astartes can you mobilize, Guilliman? I mean the Ultramarines."

His brain began to work rapidly. While analyzing the hidden meaning behind the question, Guilliman gave a relatively cautious answer: "How much do you want?"

"...don't answer the question with the question, how many do you have?"

"I'm afraid I can't give a specific answer." Guilliman smiled reservedly. "I can only say this, I will have as much as you need."

He Shenyan glanced at him strangely, thinking that this kid had written a Codex Astartes by himself, and it turned out that he was the most dishonest one... But he didn't dig into it, he just skipped it.

this topic.

"I will tell you the exact amount required later... So, second question, what do you think of the expedition?"

"expedition?"

"expedition."

"What kind of expedition?"

"An expedition to regain lost territory and seek revenge."

He Shenyan stopped dancing his fingers, and a golden flame appeared on his fingertips, gradually expanding until it became a miniature sun.

With a flick of his finger, he sent it to the ceiling of Guilliman's study. The tiny psychic sun began to rotate slowly on it. Guilliman stared at it without saying a word, waiting for the mage's next words.

.

"Kill them all, that's all."

The human mage said so.

"Civilians, soldiers, Astartes... businessmen, painters or low-level miners, no matter their status, no matter their blood, I don't even care if some of them know their own names."

He slowly stretched out his right hand: "To be honest, Guilliman, I don't care much about this matter. Abaddon, the instigator of the Eye of Terror, has been killed by me, and his body and soul have been destroyed, except for a few of his lackeys and minions.

In addition to surviving, my souls were torn apart, but this was not enough."

"Because there are still many demons laughing wildly in the galaxy, because there are still many planets that are being ravaged by them, and because there are countless, defenseless and defenseless people who are suffering like living hell..."

"I can't turn a blind eye to this. I - can't - Guilliman. So I'm going to launch this crusade. I'm going to kill every traitor or demon I see along the way. We'll start from Terra and crush all the way to

The deepest part of the Eye of Terror. I don't care about confidentiality. I even plan to let the entire galaxy know about it. If there are things that plan to stop us, then let them come."

Guilliman stared at the mage and saw him grinning and clenching his right hand - at that moment, the golden sun on the ceiling went out. Shadows were cast, forming jagged shadows on the mage's face, his pale face

The teeth seemed to be filled with the chill of death.

"Because they will all die." He Shenyan said, smiling.

Guilliman stood up and asked only one question: "When do we start?"

Faced with his question, He Shenyan put away his villainous manner. He stood up from his chair, coughed, and patted Guilliman on the shoulder as if nothing happened.

"...?" Guilliman looked at him blankly, and even began to suspect that he was hallucinating.

What happened? Where was that man I just saw?

He Shenyan coughed again, opened a portal and walked in. After Tzeentch's death, he had been able to ignore the restrictions of the portal in the past, and he could also conduct some interstellar teleportation at this time - just before leaving

At the last second, he said something to Guilliman.

"I appreciate your action, Guilliman, but considering that your sweetheart is eavesdropping outside the door, I decided to wait until you resolve this matter before I come to you to discuss the details... Well,

Good luck."

Guilliman suddenly turned around. His excessive emotions actually affected the spiritual energy hidden in his body that he had always hated at this moment. There was a blue light in his eyes, and the heavy door of the study was instantly filled with spiritual energy.

Pulled open.

Wearing an elegant black dress, Yin Frené was standing behind the door, not at all embarrassed about being caught eavesdropping on the conversation. She even smiled in the face of Guilliman's unkind eyes.

Robert Guilliman took a deep breath, and he realized that he could no longer escape. Some things were destined to happen, and he couldn't stop it. Rather, rather than blocking it, it was better to control its direction.

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"I can not believe it......"

Angron sat on a chair with a dull expression: "You actually went to Frank first, not me."

"Are you going to show such an expression?"

He Shenyan spread his hands dumbfounded. He opened several portals non-stop and arrived at the spaceship. Fulgrim and his team, who had returned from Instifan III, were on board.

However, the mage never expected that Angron would react like this.

"Why not?" Angron slapped the table violently, deliberately making a loud noise, but he still controlled his strength to prevent the table from being broken into two pieces.

He said loudly: "I am the strongest one! The first person who cannot accept your mission is not me!"

"...Whether you are the strongest is still open to question, Angron." He Shenyan sighed melancholy, suddenly feeling like he was coaxing a child.

As for this kid, he is three meters tall and can dismantle a Terminator with a few waves of his hand. At the same time, he is also one of the most noble people in the empire.

"Forget it... let's get down to business."

The mage rolled his eyes and realized that he could not follow Angron's rhythm and got to the point directly, completely skipping the reminiscing part.

"What's the business? Have you finally realized how sharp my ax is?" Angron suddenly became excited. "Come on, come on, kill as many as you want! I can't wait!"