Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Removing divinity is an extremely painful process that is indescribable. To put it bluntly, it is as if someone is extracting bone marrow while alive. There is no anesthesia and no means to alleviate the pain.

Only patience.

Standing in the place of illusion, he closed his eyes tightly, and complicated thoughts surged and fell like a tide. Torn pictures flashed before his eyes again, one after another.

From the sunrise on a garden world to the struggle of a war-torn planet. People have smiles on their faces, clean clothes, and everything that others can only dream of. Others, they fight to the death.

Along with the unpleasant thoughts, both pictures disappeared, and then there was another one. It came from thousands of years ago, or ten thousand years ago - or it might be now. It did not come from the real universe, but from the source.

in subspace.

He was a tall man, dying - almost dead, but not yet. His hair was a color between pale and gray, his expression was as hard as iron, and his eyes were reminiscent of a towering majestic castle.

"No," he said.

He threw away a word without beginning and end, and the picture ended. Then there was another picture, and more pictures... In just a few seconds, thousands of pictures were displayed in a way that mortals could not understand.

Speed ​​passed before his eyes.

How ridiculous, mortals can't even understand them, let alone the truth hidden behind them.

This world has never been friendly to humans, or perhaps, there has never been a world that was friendly to humans. They claim to be the masters of the world, but the real situation is often completely opposite to this proud idea.

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and the tree man's voice sounded just right: "Please wait a moment, guest. I am performing the last ritual. As long as it is completed, the divinity in your body will be completely eliminated."

Hearing this, he lowered his head and glanced at the wooden doll placed at his feet. It had no face, and its rough limbs lay lifeless and spread out. Its predecessor was a body abandoned by a god-man, which was passed through the hands of a tree-man.

Shaped into what it is today.

An empty shell, this is how the tree man describes it. It is completely blank, but because of the power of the tree man, it has the power to carry any attribute of divinity.

"How long will it take?" He Shenyan asked.

From the end of his finger, a section of golden light was slowly overflowing, turning into a golden light strip and connecting to the puppet on the ground. It took the tree man a while to answer him, and his voice sounded a little labored.

and distortion.

"...There is no exact time, guest." Its voice is increasingly losing its original authenticity. "Time has no meaning here, so I can't answer your question. And vague adjectives,

You probably don’t like it either.”

"Yeah, I don't like it, so how much longer?"

"...I don't know, guest, please wait." The tree man sighed. "This is the first time I have seen such a complicated divinity. It is difficult to eliminate them without hurting you.

It’s a little difficult.”

The mage stopped talking and just endured everything silently. The pain became more and more intense, but he turned a blind eye to it.

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Guilliman tapped his fingers unconsciously on the tabletop of his desk. He didn't know when he changed the table. It was made of steel and made a tinkling sound when he knocked on it.

He has maintained this posture for more than fifteen minutes. What made him think for so long was a document placed in front of him. There was a fire seal in the upper right corner, with the coat of arms of Mars on it. In the upper left corner was a

A large Mechanicum pattern.

The font is very neat, even too neat, and you can tell at a glance that it is not handwritten. The mechanical priests always like to get closer to the machine, and this has not changed at all even today when they are far away from the Terra Space Station.

The handwriting itself is not the point, what is expressed by these words together is the point. Guilliman's brows are frowning deeper and deeper, and a vague feeling makes him instinctively feel that there is something wrong with this document.

Opponent.

But, what's wrong with it?

The document itself simply expresses the desire of a group of mechanical priests to board the Terra space station for a visit, which is normal.

In the past three years, countless priests with sufficient qualifications have been fighting each other every day to get access to the location. As a group of people who believe in the God of All Machines, they will do this to the Terra Space Station.

Obsession is understandable.

However, Guilliman just felt that this document was wrong.

He has signed such documents thirty times, but this one makes him feel uneasy. He has no evidence, but just intuitively feels something is wrong. Such mysterious situations are what he hates the most, just like he hates religion.

.

But he has now become a magic apprentice, so he has naturally changed a little. However, Guilliman is quite critical of the title of apprentice. After all, he is already able to skillfully use various enchantment spells.

Just yesterday, he enchanted his original desk with a reinforcement spell in order to show Khan and little Horus a hand. This spell is very simple, and the effect is the same as its name, it is just reinforcement.

As a result, after the spell was completed, Khan ordered someone to fetch Guilliman's sword in order to test Guilliman's "spell skills".

So, Guilliman changed to an iron table today.

Taking a deep breath, he simply stood up from the chair.

There was a rare hesitation on the face of the Lord of Ultramar. Fifteen minutes were enough for him to memorize the 30,000-word document. Apart from his titles, Guilliman was thinking about it in his mind.

I kept thinking about the details of this document.

From the words used to the names of the twenty priests who boarded the space station, he thought about it over and over again. Finally, he shook his head and decided to deal with this matter after dinner.

He was not hungry, but he wanted to talk to his brothers after a long day's work.

With this thought in mind, he opened the door to his office and rushed to a special lounge within five minutes. Khan was waiting inside early. Chogoris people will not neglect food at all.

.

At this time, Jaghatai Khan was standing in front of the porthole of the lounge, staring at the huge Terra Space Station.

He heard the sound of Guilliman opening the door and said without looking back: "What a masterpiece."

"What do you mean? Me? Or the space station?" Guilliman said half-jokingly, leaving Khan silent for a full five seconds before answering.

"...of course the space station."

"I wouldn't describe her as a masterpiece, I would rather call her a -"

"—A miracle?" Khan asked.

Guilliman shook his head, pulled out a chair on the long table in front of him and sat on it: "In my imagination, she will not be the kind of miracle that only has one. In fact, the production front on the Revenge is qualified to do

To equip every planet with a space station.”

When he said this, his eyes were shining.

"Imagine that, my brother. Just think of that. Aren't you excited about it?"

"I am a man with little imagination."

Khan turned his head and said expressionlessly: "I can't picture that picture unless you give each of my heirs a piece of the latest power armor."

Tsk, here we go again.

Guilliman frowned.

This treacherous eagle!

He immediately rejected Khan's request: "Impossible. The latest power armor must be given priority to those battle groups fighting on the borders of the empire. There is no room for negotiation on this matter."

"What about weapons?"

Jaghatai Khan still refused to give up: "The new bolt gun that shoots enchanted bullets can always be deployed on a large scale, right? Knives are always easier to make than shields. Don't tell me this one won't work either, Robert."

"This is no problem."

Guilliman nodded: "Come to my office after dinner, and we will discuss the specific matters. However, I have to tell you again, power armor must be given priority to those battle groups who are fighting all the time, and those who do not have a home world.

The war group’s priority will also be raised.”

He paused, with a hint of guilt in his voice: "It's not fair to them to fight under difficult conditions."

Khan nodded and said nothing. He also had a strong idea in his heart.

Everyone is fighting for all mankind. It is impossible for him to jump out and take away the power armor that originally belonged to others and then throw it to his heirs. Not to mention whether Khan would do this, even if he did, his heirs would

Whether they accept it or not is another matter.

Chogorians have integrity.

They tacitly turned the conversation to another direction, such as the recent life of the White Scars warriors on Macragge's Flare.

Many white-scar veterans have been sparring with the Ultramarines in the arena every day recently. Due to the existence of the medical cabin, the risk level of sparring is now no different from that of actual combat. Except that they will not really deal with death, there will be amputated limbs and near-death.

It's all commonplace.

As long as there is still breath, the medical cabin on standby next to the arena can save people.

However, this topic did not last long. Little Horus soon opened the door and walked in. He grew up very quickly and was already two meters tall. His face was becoming more and more determined, and he looked more and more

He looked more and more like the man Khan and Guilliman remembered.

They were all in a trance. Little Horus didn't notice their emotions. He looked very happy, holding the mask in his hand and stroking the edge.

"Robert, I saw the Fearless Elders you mentioned today!" he said excitedly. "What a group of respectable people! I heard that three Fearless Elders are going to the Terra Space Station for repairs this week? Is it true?

?"

Guilliman glanced at Khan and showed a victorious smile. Khan curled his lips and turned away.

"Of course it is true, Horus." Guilliman nodded.

"They are all seriously injured warriors who continue to fight for the empire inside the Dreadnought. Unfortunately, their pain will not be alleviated by the Dreadnought. Therefore, when they are not fighting, they spend most of their time

Sleeping."

He patiently explained to Horus: "This is a pity. You must know that these veterans are the legion - no, the precious wealth of the war group. If they can always stay awake, the cohesion within the war group will increase again."

A level, not to mention the wealth recorded in their memories."

"Fortunately, Terra Space Station has a way to solve this problem." He showed a proud smile. "Of course, I also played a role in it——"

"Come on, Robert." Khan interjected with a calm expression. "You just pressed a button to start the Terra Space Station. It's as if you invented this method."

"..." Guilliman paused, speechless. Little Horus naturally looked at the Khan who interrupted.

"Good evening, Chagatai!" He greeted politely first, and then started to ask his own question. "What's going on with that button?"

"Good evening, Horus."

Khan nodded his chin slightly at him: "That's what happened - Robert Guilliman pressed the button. Driven by a sense of ritual, he insisted on doing this, and then the Terra Space Station started.

It’s worth mentioning that she actually doesn’t need someone’s superfluous button-pressing behavior at all.”

"She needs it!" Guilliman frowned. "Of course she needs it, at least her appearance and design were conceived by me!"

"But technology has nothing to do with you, right? These are all the masterpieces of that mage."

"He is my teacher!"

"Don't you think this rebuttal is a bit unreasonable? Ha, that's fine. So now you want to talk to me in this capacity? Okay, okay."

Khan showed a mean smile, and the voice of his next sentence was made longer and longer: "Magic Apprentice, Lord Guilliman - what a good name. What does your teacher's achievements have to do with you?"

Horus looked at his two brothers with a smile, his face obscured by the shadow cast by the chandelier for a moment. His eyes looked sad and warm at that moment, reminiscent of broken ice crystals.

"I really miss this scene." He whispered. When the two people on the other side heard this, they stopped their childish quarrel and looked back at Horus, who was leaning on the back of the chair.

At this time, his face completely overlapped with the face in their memories.

"I really thought I was dreaming." Broken Mind said, with a completely peaceful attitude. "Maybe I am indeed dreaming. Is this another conspiracy of Tzeentch? He wants to use the friendship of my brothers to sink me?

"

Horus shook his head: "Wishful thinking."

This old phantom that was still stuck in the past stood up with a young body and looked at Khan and Guilliman sadly: "It would be great if this were true. We have never been divided, and I have never made a big mistake. The Milky Way.

There is no need to burn, people do not need to bleed for my stupidity. Mother and child will not be separated, lovers can embrace each other."

He came to the porthole: "I really hope this is true...ah..."

The broken mind let out one last sigh, and then, little Horus came back. He raised his hands and looked at where he was without knowing why, then turned his head to look at the silent two people, and blinked: "I

What happened just now?"

"You are dreaming, Horus," the Khan said gently.

"Yes, you had a dream, a nightmare, but it has woken up." Guilliman replied with a smile.