Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron was very excited. Considering that he had been waiting for three full years, He Shenyan just let him go - after holding back for three full years, this was really a big deal for a person who was eager to fight all the time.

A pile of torture.

"Of course I know how sharp your ax is...Have you forgotten? I made it myself."

Shaking his head, the mage raised a finger: "Don't be too excited, my friend. I know you hate having nothing to do, but some things must wait."

"I've been waiting for three years."

Angron stood up from his chair, grinned and stretched his body. The sound of shoulder armor clashing, iron rubbing against iron, and his deep laughter could be heard.

"I am sincerely happy to see you here. Not just because I see you are safe, my friend."

The Lord of Red Sand said quite sincerely: "It's also because I know that my waiting is over - in the past three years, the anger in my heart has not stopped for a day. I can't forget the things about Givadoron, those filthy things

There must be a price to pay for this.”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the outward manifestation of his emotions even caused a crimson mist to surge behind his back, like a craze of blood. It was obvious that he had realized his own nature and was able to use it to affect the real universe.

The mage set his sights on the armor he had made for him, stared at the blood wrapped around it, and smiled suddenly - no, maybe he should add some credit of his own.

But, is this good or bad?

He didn't have an answer for the time being, but he believed in Angron's will - he was such a person, firm and unwavering. If he hadn't been implanted with that damn nail...

"Givadoron died as a hero. He was wearing Corporal Priad's power armor when he died. From this point of view, this is a kind of inheritance between heroes."

He Shenyan said: "May their souls rest in peace beside the golden throne - well, let's get down to business. I don't have much time."

"Not much time? Are you leaving again?"

"No, it's just that I have many plans..." He Shenyan played with the Riddler's skills familiarly. "Some things I can tell, and some things are absolute secrets."

Angron sat down again and shook his head dissatisfied: "There are no absolute secrets in the world. You and I both know this."

He had acted like a berserker before, but now he looked like a philosopher.

"Secrets are secrets because someone keeps them. And for this reason, all secrets will no longer be secrets sooner or later, unless the person keeping the secret is killed and his bones are buried in the long river of time."

Angron raised a hand to support his cheek, turned his head boredly, and looked at the silent Milky Way outside the porthole, looking a little melancholy.

He Shenyan snapped his fingers and conjured a cup of milk tea for himself. He took a sip, and the sweetness and slight bitterness spread between his lips and teeth. He sighed with satisfaction and spoke.

"I want to start an expedition." The mage said calmly. "Aiming at revenge and regaining the lost territory, starting from Holy Terra, and the destination is the depths of the Eye of Terror."

"To put it more bluntly, I want to fight back to Cadia, and plan to crush all enemies I encounter in the process."

Angron, who had been very excited about the battle just now, calmed down now.

The Lord of Red Sand frowned: "Then, you need an extremely large fleet. You also need the support of many people... Of course, we can ignore the political game for the time being."

While he was thinking, he slowly frowned: "With Guilliman here, the high-ranking lords will not have any objections... All we need is a trustworthy person to serve as the fleet commander, and then recruit many Ah

Start and at least twenty Astra Militarum legions, your expedition team will have the basic prototype."

"Then the heavy firepower... Well, we can mobilize the Revenge and the Deep Destruction. With them, even if the rebels have Titans, it will be in vain. They are not qualified to compete with our heavy firepower."

Angron analyzed them one by one with his ruthless vision and experienced experience: "Coupled with those war mechas... our victory rate is very terrifying. Even without any tactical planning, we just simply

Attack, I'm afraid no one can resist such an offensive."

He obviously said all good things, and the situation he analyzed was also in favor of the empire, but Angron's expression became more and more solemn, and there was no sense of relaxation at all.

He Shenyan took up what he said: "It seems you have realized it too."

"They will never sit still and wait to die." Angron said very seriously. "Tzeentch is dead, but there are three more like her."

After saying that, he slowly shook his head: "On paper, the empire's military strength is completely out of a crushing posture, but will things really develop as we expected?"

of course not.

If this is the case, the war would have no meaning. All that is needed is for each side to send two people who are proficient in tactics to sit in front of the table and compete to see whose tactics are more sophisticated.

However, it is very difficult to apply any tactics to the real battlefield. Not only that, on the battlefield and in war, soldiers will encounter various emergencies. No one can say that they can

What happened.

Especially when the enemy they face is Chaos.

"I have thought about what you said."

He Shenyan finished the cup of milk tea and threw it away. The cup was annihilated in the air and turned into dots of starlight twining around his fingers. The ring given by Gwendelin was reflecting the light.

He put his fingers on the top of a tower and beat slowly.

"The Eye of Terror is a damned, huge subspace rift. Its existence is a blasphemy to the real universe we live in. The pollution from Chaos radiates from it every moment, plundering human life.

"

"You are not an expert in mysteries and souls, Angron, but I am - I can tell you one thing. Three years have passed, countless worlds have fallen into the hands of demons. The humans on them have fallen one after another.

No one is immune."

"This means that the demons have countless fallen souls, which means that their power has been greatly enhanced - the most critical point is that the Eye of Terror is a subspace rift."

He Shenyan shook his head meaningfully: "So, the deeper we go into the Eye of Fear, the closer we are to the end of the expedition, and the more dangerous we are..."

Angron took over: "This means that the pollution of Chaos will follow you everywhere?"

He immediately frowned - Chaos pollution is mankind's number one enemy under any circumstances. This problem cannot be ignored or put down, like a scar on the face, you will see it every time you look in the mirror.

The worst part is that this scar cannot be healed.

"Yes, this means that the pollution of Chaos will always be there. The previous experience on the Revenge cannot be replicated, because there are not many souls that need my protection, and my power can still save those people."

The mage's eyes became sharp. He looked straight ahead, and the focus of his gaze was not on Angron. The gaze seemed to penetrate the hull of the ship, see through the wall, and reach some mysterious place.

He caressed the ring on his ring finger unconsciously: "The expedition requires an extremely large army. I don't think I can protect everyone under the eager gaze of the three evil gods. The worst part is here. As long as I am negligent,

We will lose everything."

Angron knew that he was not alarmist. Nurgle did not even need to take action or come in person. As long as one of her followers appeared on the ship, the horrific plague would quickly spread to everyone. Perhaps as the original body, he and the mage

You can survive, but what's the point?

The direction of the war has never been their responsibility. The victory of the war is determined by mortals. Furthermore, don't they need to be responsible for the lives of these people?

After glancing at the mage, Angron said in a deep voice: "You are not a careless person, He. Since you came here, found me, and brought up the matter, I believe that you have already solved it.

Method."

He Shenyan laughed, his tone relaxed.

"Yes, I do, my friend. I am a cross-border mage, and there is a mysterious organization called the White Tower Council behind me. Of course I have a solution... But, I'm afraid it will make quite a few

People cannot accept it.”

Angron frowned: "What is your solution?"

He Shenyan slowly uttered four words: "Make me a god."

The lord of red sand's child's hole shrinks.

Sitting opposite him, the mage's expression was still relaxed, and so was his tone. He even smiled: "The Emperor has stepped down from his position. He still serves as a symbol to protect the souls of most humans in the subspace.

, and provide power to the Star Torch..."

"However, he is no longer a god - this means that people can no longer get answers from him by praying alone as before. In other words, prayers can no longer save their souls from the clutches of demons.

It remains pure.”

"No." Angron said bluntly, staring at the mage closely. "You must have other ways to make you a god? No, this is impossible."

"You know the dangers of becoming a god better than anyone else, don't you?" Angron's eyes never left the mage's face. "You have always abandoned being a god, and you even pushed the emperor off the throne with your own hands...

..."

At this point, he suddenly became speechless. A hidden clue was quickly connecting many different details, and all the things that he had ignored in the past were now appearing in front of his eyes.

Angron gritted his teeth tightly, rattling, and a red flame appeared in his eyes: "...At that time, you said that you had modified the subconscious of many people through the Star Torch, so that they no longer believed in the Emperor.

Your Majesty, this is a lie, isn’t it?”

"Yes." He Shenyan admitted frankly. "He also asked this question, and I said, I'm not that capable."

"You're capable of much more than that!"

Angron could no longer suppress his anger. His eyes widened with a horrifying expression: "You replaced him with yourself! Right?!"

"Yes." He Shenyan nodded lightly.

"You're crazy!"

Angron was almost yelling: "You will die - no, even worse than that! You will become a puppet without a self, and another person will be born inside you and eat up everything you have! Stop

Come down, ho!"

Angron's tone suddenly changed to pleading: "Stop all this, you must have a way!"

Facing his sincere words, the mage just closed his eyes.

The past events were quickly flashing before his eyes, one after another.

Many people have said this to him, their voices are different, but their words are basically the same.

You must have a way.

Yes, most of the time, I have a solution for everything. But not all the time.

Closing his eyes, he shook his head.

Angron gritted his teeth and punched the wall, causing the array to immediately start an alarm. His power even made the room tremble for a moment.

"Stop...!" Angron's voice trembled. "You can't do this. No one has the right to ask you to sacrifice for us."

"It is true that no one asked for this." He Shenyan opened his eyes. "But I am a hopeless madman, remember, Angron? I have always been like this."

He smiled and disappeared into thin air. After a few seconds, heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. Sanguinius opened the door and rushed in anxiously. Behind him were Frank and Ford in full armor.

Grim.

"what happened?!"

Faced with their questions, Angron just shook his head. He suddenly looked tired, as if he had lost all his strength. Sanguinius, who was most familiar with him, immediately asked.

"What's the matter, brother? What's the matter? There was a quarrel between you?"

"No, it's not a quarrel." Angron closed his eyes and shook his head.

Next, he said nothing, including what He Shenyan was determined to do.

----------------------------------------

Subspace.

With his hands behind his back, the Emperor was rarely at work. He stood in front of a mist, waiting for someone to arrive.

With a flash of blue light, He Shenyan appeared behind him.

"You're here." The Lord of Humanity said with his back to him. "I was originally wondering how long you planned to keep this matter a secret."

"You know everything?"

"Originally it was just some speculation. I didn't expect you to go this far."

The barbarians from Eurasia turned around with a blank expression and sad eyes.

"How can it be so simple to reverse my deification? But you really don't have to go to this point. The colonial plan, the things you left behind... now it seems that they all have something else.

Meaning, even including your teaching Guilliman magic..."

"Don't look that weak, my friend."

The mage smiled meanly: "You helped me, you gave me your soul fragment. This fragment saved me a difficult multiple-choice question, have you forgotten?"

His voice was soft and his smile was mean. At this point, he still refused to take off his mask: "Someone once put an innocent girl and the world in front of me and asked me to choose. I didn't want to choose, but I had to choose. It was you who let me

You don’t have to choose, and at that time, you don’t even ask for anything in return.”

"This is different-"

"——It's the same, you and I both know it."

He Shenyan's figure disappeared like the wind in front of the barbarians, and his voice was as ethereal as the wind: "Any kindness must be repaid, and the same is true for hatred. That's the kind of person I am."

"So, there's no need to say more."

"I have made up my mind."

He left, but the Emperor did not. He still maintained his barbarian form, and his expression became firmer little by little.

Ten thousand years of torture have caused him to lose some things, such as his humanity, his keen perception, and some memories of the past.

Fortunately, there are some things that he has never forgotten - in ancient times, people helped each other, and helping each other was an instinct. There was no need to repay, because helping each other meant the continuation of the ethnic group.

The mage has received favor from him, so he plans to do something for him. It sounds fair, but it is definitely not the case. Not to mention that he has already done a lot, and besides, it is not worth sacrificing his life for favor.

The Emperor raised his head and began to gaze into the fog again. After a thousandth of a second, it dispersed, revealing the swirling nebula behind.

At the same time, at the other end of the galaxy, a voice sounded in the silent Angron's heart.

"Those who work for others must not be left to freeze to death in the snow, Angron."

The Lord of Red Sand suddenly opened his eyes.

"We will stop him, we will save him, just as he saved us."