Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Angron lay tiredly in the medical cabin, and Sanguinius stood aside, looking at him worriedly. Fulgrim stood in the corner of the room with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, but he still glanced at Angron from time to time.

Frank was not there at all. He left ten days ago, saying that he was going to perform a new mission. It was a bitter experience for the former inquisitor who had been following him. Rest was completely a luxury. He was either on a mission or on a mission.

on the way.

"Okay, let's activate the medical cabin." Angron said. "Damn it, the tree's teleportation method is so rough. I still have a headache."

Sanguinius raised his hand and pressed a few times on the panel at the top of the medical cabin. The door slowly closed, a light blue light began to light up inside the cabin, and Sanguinius's slightly distorted voice sounded.

Grand's ears rang.

“What is it like to cross borders?”

"I can't describe it well." Angron twisted his head uncomfortably, and the blue light made him squint. "It's not a particularly good feeling. It may be because the tree man is not good at learning. At least He took me with him.

I never felt there was any problem when crossing borders."

"Is this normal?"

Fulgrim interrupted. He turned his head and looked out the window, and said casually: "You have been back for three days, but you are still very tired. Could it be that you have been cursed by Nurgle?"

"You're the one who's been cursed!" Angron said angrily. "You don't have to speak if you can't speak, Fulgrim."

Phoenix raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Angron, who was lying in the medical cabin undergoing his seventh full-body scan in the past few days, rolled his eyes and said slowly: "The tree man told me that this was because of, uh, 'confusion caused by world travel'

, this kind of situation will not happen when a cross-border mage is taken through the world. Just wait for a while."

"So, this is normal?" Sanguinius pursed his lips, unable to hide the worry on his face. "I still can't rest assured. The medical cabin shows that the degree of compatibility between your soul and body has changed from

It dropped from 100% to 76%.”

"Be at peace, Sanguinius."

At this time, Angron, as a patient, began to comfort him: "Even if you don't believe what the tree man said, you still have to believe in He's medical cabin. I will be fine, I just need to rest for a while...

..”

His voice gradually disappeared because the medical cabin began to perform the 'sleep' procedure. The magic circle in the cabin would make him fall asleep, and his body would be repaired in his sleep.

Sighing again, Sanguinius shook his head, turned and left the room, followed closely by Fulgrim. The two primarchs just started strolling on the ship.

Fulgrim's expression was calm, as if he was thinking. Sanguinius had a sad expression, and the wings on his back exuded a white sacred light. Fulgrim, who was walking behind him, saw this scene and couldn't help but think of something in his mind.

A long-standing saying.

"Sanguinius..."

"Well, what's the matter, Fulgrim?"

"You know what that says about you?"

His question made Sanguinius blink: "Which one are you referring to? Are my statues popular in the Empire, or are some artists always fond of creating nude male statues based on me?"

"...What?" Fulgrim almost began to doubt his ears. "Wait, what did you just say?"

Compared to his reaction, Sanguinius seemed very calm. The archangel stopped and carefully observed the mural on the ceiling above his head: "I won't repeat it again... It's your turn, you

What do you want to say?"

Fulgrim decided to let him go and directly ignored what Sanguinius said. He said: "A word about you, you are the most similar of all the originals to the paintings created by people.

The one."

"Ah, this."

The archangel laughed happily: "I like this statement very much, but the fact does make me feel ashamed. Their respect and love for me has exceeded what I deserve for what I have done. I mean, I

He obviously didn’t do anything.”

Phoenix glanced at the smiling Sanguinius. He clearly didn't say anything, but his expression seemed to say everything.

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The Milky Way is not always dark and sinister, it will have some warm places where people comfort each other and support each other through the darkness. But in most places - as much as I hate to admit this,...

Yes, as the evil god's lackeys preach, most people don't live like human beings.

Odor, a farmer who has served as a militiaman, is one of the majority of people who do not live like human beings.

He is on a remote agricultural planet. The crops grown here are crops with abundant yields, but extremely poor taste and low nutritional value. Often after a year's work, Odor doesn't even have enough money left after the harvest.

He bought a new set of clothes for his son.

But that's okay, because they're still alive, even though that may be the end of it.

Odor sat in front of his house and smoked a dry cigarette. This thing was passed down to him by his father. To be precise, it was passed down from his father's father to his father, and then his father passed it down to him.

Why did he describe it like this? Because he didn't know what to call his father's father. Whenever he introduced to others how dry tobacco poles came from, he would talk about it a lot.

There is no way, he cannot read or understand anything else.

He is just a retired farmer.

At this time, the farmer was looking up at the sky. This year's rainy season came too early, and the rain fell on the ground. He was very thin, and there was not much flesh on his face, but there were many wrinkles - so many, so many that almost

It made him twenty years older.

"Father."

A child walked out of the house. He was wearing tattered linen and his cheeks were sunken. Odor looked at his face distressedly. The child didn't notice his father's distress at all. He just raised his hand to show him how he felt.

A clay sculpture in the hand.

"What is that? A little tree?" Odor called his son's nickname affectionately. Before he was fifteen years old, Odor did not plan to spend money to find a scholar in the city to give him a name.

The small tree is enough. He hopes that his son can grow from a small tree to a big tree and live strong.

"I made a statue." Xiaoshu laughed, his dirty face showing signs of change. "It looks like my mother. Do you still remember what your mother looks like?"

"I still remember."

Odor said this, and then prayed to the emperor in his heart. He hoped that his old man would forgive him for lying - he didn't want to make his son sad, so he had to say this. There was no way, he really couldn't remember what his wife looked like.

.

Poor Lisa died early, she died of starvation, and she was no more than a bundle of firewood when she died.

"Does it look like what I made?" Xiaoshu raised the clay sculpture and brought it up to Odor so that he could see it clearly.

His expectant look made Odor feel a pain in his heart. He didn't quite understand this feeling, but he was still sad about it. But he still laughed - he forced himself to laugh: "It's like, it's very similar, Xiaoshu.

.”

For the next period of time, neither father nor son spoke. Odor continued to smoke his dry cigarette. He didn't know that it was going to be lit, so he just sucked on the cigarette holder. The little tree played with him.

There was something he didn't tell his father about the clay sculpture in his hand.

In fact, he didn't remember his mother's face. The reason why he asked his father was just to confirm that he had done nothing wrong.

He didn't want to make a mistake, otherwise this would not be his mother.

After a moment of silence, Odor heard a different voice in the rain.

A whistling sound.

The father suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyesight had not been damaged by years of hard work. Then he clearly saw the black shadow passing over the horizon. Its sharp sound made Odor instinctively feel something bad.

, what happened next confirmed his thoughts.

Another black figure jumped out from the rain curtain or other places, as fast as breathing. In the blink of an eye, it approached the previous black figure, and the next moment, the explosion fire spread out in the sky,

Even the rain curtain cannot extinguish it.

Then there was thick smoke, and then a black shadow fell straight to the ground, not far from them.

The tobacco stick fell to the ground. Odor lowered his head and said to his son: "Go into the house."

"But--"

"Go inside, Xiaoshu, and bring me my gas mask and shovel."

Xiao Shu did as he was told and ran out again, holding an old gas mask and a shovel that he struggled to hold in his arms.

"What are you going to do, father?" He looked at Odor who was putting on a gas mask uneasily.

"Don't worry about it, Xiaoshu, just go inside."

Odor's voice became a little unclear through the gas mask. He didn't say more. He just waited for his son to enter the room and leaned against the window, shouting to him: "Turn out the lights and put a wooden head on it."

Door, unless I call you from outside, no one can open the door for them!"

Xiaoshu let out a dull sigh in the house, and Odor knocked on the window. He originally wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

He was soon on his way.

The black shadow was an airplane, there was no mistaking it. When he was a militiaman, he had seen these big things from a distance. At that time, he was envious of the people who could board them. Later he learned that most of the people who boarded them were dead.

Farmers who don’t even know a few of these words also know one thing. There are different types of airplanes. When the black shadow that fell was still in the sky, its shape was very similar to the legendary one.

That thing was called a Thunderhawk transport plane, and it was a plane exclusively used by the Emperor's Angels - if something shot down this kind of plane, Odor thought, I'm afraid only one thing would happen next.

war.

He walked towards the mountain, walking very quickly. He reached the top of the mountain in just an hour. Looking down, he saw that a large deep crater had been knocked out of the valley.

A large piece of exploded metal shone with silver light at the bottom of the pit. Sparks and some circuits were scattered. The main body of the aircraft could still be barely identified. Odor began to believe more and more in his previous guesses.

He swallowed and carefully walked down with the shovel. It took him another half an hour to reach the pit.

Raising his head, Odor looked at the sky. At this time, the black shadow had disappeared. Odor didn't know when it would appear again, but he had to speed up.

Yes, he must.

With a little luck, he reached the bottom of the pit with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He waved the shovel. He was not the kind of ignorant person who just wanted to take some parts and sell them for money. What he wanted to do had nothing to do with this.

No.

After digging through the thick mud covering the back of the cabin, a dark mouth appeared in front of him. Odor got in and was covered in mud. He didn't care and just kept going. It was very dark inside, and he could only

Feel your way forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, he kicked down something hard, like metal.

Without making any sound, Odor squatted down and rubbed his calf. He began to continue groping in the dark. The shape of the thing seemed to be a gun, but it was very, very big. He picked it up with difficulty,

His fingers ran across the receiver, and he recognized an extremely familiar logo.

Imperial double-headed eagle logo.

Odor breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "The Emperor bless you..."

"Yes, the Emperor bless you."

Another voice sounded in the darkness, with humor and self-deprecation: "Come here, civilian."

Odor did not go over immediately, but tremblingly raised the gun and shouted loudly in the direction of the darkness: "Speak for the sake of the emperor!"

The speaker was silent for a while.

"Hahahahaha..." He laughed, then coughed. "Cough, cough...don't be afraid, I'm not them."

He bit the two words very softly, but Odor still found the hatred. This made him relax a little, but not completely. The speaker obviously knew this, and he said softly: "For

Emperor."

Odor was shocked - the man's tone when he said this made him tremble. The firmness and incomparable naturalness seemed to have been engraved in his bones. He couldn't help but take a step forward.

At that moment, something touched his calf.

"Ah, you must have touched my right leg." The voice said. "Come on, come closer, I need your help."

"What do you need from me, my lord?"

"A small thing, civilian." The voice said gently. "A little forward - yes, stop here, then turn to the right, walk forward about fifteen steps, raise your hands, stand on tiptoes, jump,

You should hit a switch, press it."

It took Odor five minutes to finish this, and then, the dark cabin suddenly lit up. The light yellow light flickered, flickering on and off. The cabin was severely damaged, with naked bodies everywhere.

Wires and metal plates were scattered everywhere.

The person talking to him was a giant. He was leaning against the wall without a helmet, showing a dark face with shining eyes.

Sensing Odor's gaze, he smiled kindly: "Hello, civilian, it's really shameful to talk to you under such circumstances. Well, you can take off the gas mask. The air in the cabin

It’s non-toxic.”

Odor took off his mask, and his face made the giant frown: "How old are you, civilian?"

"I, I don't know, sir."

Odor stood there dazed and helpless, not knowing how to visit him with his hands and feet. My Majesty, the Emperor, a living angel was right in front of him. Although his skin color was a bit strange, the two eyes on his chest were

The eagle is the real deal.

And, why is he so kind?

The giant sighed, then shrugged and laughed at himself: "I'm always like this. At this moment, I'm still wondering why you don't have enough to eat... Sigh. What else could it be."

He didn't say more, he just raised his right hand and motioned Odor to get closer to him.

"I can't stand up now," he said. "There's something wrong with the power armor's servo. It's repairing itself, but it shouldn't be of any use. The transmission below my waist is probably completely broken, so I can't move. I need to

Do me a favor, civilian, what is your name?"

"Odor, my lord."

"Okay, Odor. My name is Lernus." The giant said patiently. "Can you give me the bolt gun you have?"

"Of course, of course, my lord."

Lernus reached for the gun, first looked at the gun body, then took off the magazine, and then loaded it again. The gun made a pleasant collision sound, and after doing all this, he aimed it at his right waist.

From the side, he said to Odor at the same time: "Turn your head and cover your ears, Odor."

Odor did as he was told, but his eardrums still hurt from the huge sound. Lernus was used to this, so he didn't shoot directly at his waist, and the bomb accurately tore his waist open.

It was inserted into the side of the power armor, and then driven into the bottom of the engine room.

Putting down the gun, he used both hands to forcefully widen the gap. He didn't stop until he completely removed the metal plate on the surface. Then, he pulled out a knife from his waist and inserted it into the metal plate.

The gray metal tube twisted a few times.

After that, Odor couldn't understand it.

Because Lernus stood up, the giant stretched his body and stood up straight inside the twisted and deformed cabin. He breathed a sigh of relief, patted his waist, and said with complaint: "Oh, I have to do it again afterwards.

I got scolded by the technical sergeants...but it was worth it."

He lowered his head and asked friendly: "Odor, where are you from?"

Odor pointed to the rear of the cabin absentmindedly.

Lernus was amused: "Of course I know where you came in from. I asked you where you came from - ah, forget it, let me put it another way. Do you live in a city or in the wilderness?"

between?"

"Well, well, I live outside the city, but not in the wilderness, my lord."

"That's the village."

Lernus nodded: "Okay, I need you to take me to where you came from, okay?"

"Of course there is no problem, sir, but when I was in the sky before, I saw a plane..."

"You are very observant! Have you ever been a militiaman before?"

"Yes, sir." The giant's praise made Odor blush, and his chest straightened unconsciously. "I retired seven years ago."

"Not bad."

Lernus's expression became serious for the first time: "You read that right, there is another plane, but it is an enemy plane. I have to go to your city and find the governor or the army here to take charge.

People, ask them to do me a favor and contact my war group. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous. It is conservatively estimated that there will be a war that will affect the entire planet."

Odor had long been mentally prepared for a war, but he was still shocked. The word war spoken by Lernus was so thunderous that it almost made him tremble.

At this moment, he realized what he had done - and then realized another problem.

"Sir, where is your companion?"

Lernus twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile: "...They are comrades-in-arms, or brothers. But what you said is right. Don't worry, I'm just a little sentimental."

The dark giant lowered his head: "There is no one else, they are all dead. I have seen it many times through the life monitor built into the eyepiece of my helmet before you came, so now I am the only one."

He smiled slightly: "Consider me lucky, Odor. Come on, let's go."

He bent down, picked up the gun, hung it on his waist, and then the helmet, which he cradled in his arms.

Then, he walked briskly and gently pushed Odor away from the crashed Thunderhawk transport plane - Odor was walking in front, so he couldn't see Lernus' sad eyes.

So he didn't know how sad this giant was at this time.