Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

When they left the valley, it was almost dark and the rain had stopped. In Odor's mind, the planet under their feet was called 'Mokohuli Tower', which was a very strange name.

The syllables are difficult to pronounce.

Not only that, even the most knowledgeable scholars on the Mokohuli Pagoda couldn't figure out what this name meant from ancient books. However, Odor did know one thing.

The night sky at Mokohuli Tower is very beautiful, especially when it is almost too late. His limited language cannot describe this scene. Lernus can, but he never writes poetry.

The two of them walked silently on the mountain, a giant and a mortal, a demigod and a commoner. Their identities were not equal, and their power was even more disparate, but the giant never showed any arrogance or contempt for Odor.

These two things do not exist in him, and his eyes are peaceful. Although sad, he is definitely sensible.

"Sir, it's estimated that you'll be at my house in half an hour."

Odor gasped and raised his hands awkwardly to gesture. The gas mask hung around his neck, and his clothes clung tightly to his back, completely wet with sweat. His body did not allow him to carry out such a hike.

, especially without a break.

"This is really good news."

Lernus nodded slightly. In the darkness, Odor could not see his face clearly, and could only see two flashes of light. But his voice was so confident, and his presence was even more so, just like

It is a warm rock that exudes slight heat and always gives people a calming power.

"Then, move on - I'm really out of etiquette and can't bring you some greeting gifts for your family."

He joked in an approachable manner, but Odor did not laugh. Firstly, he had no idea what the 'meeting gift' that the giant just said meant, and secondly, the word family made him feel a pain in his heart.

Odor knew what family meant, but he only had one family left now. His son was waiting for him to return alone at home. Thinking of this, his steps inevitably became much faster. His tired body suddenly became tired again.

strength.

Lernus noticed this.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a little worried in his voice.

"No, no, it's nothing, sir. It's just my son..."

"What happened to your son?"

"He's still waiting for me at home."

"I see."

Lernus nodded slightly - after that, there was no words all the way. The retired militiaman led the way, with the lonely Astartes behind him. The two walked out of the darkness one after another and came to the small

Among the villages.

"Just, right in front, the second house, sir, the one without lights, is my home..."

Odor was almost out of breath. He relied on his shovel as a crutch to prevent him from falling. An iron hand gently pressed against his back, and Lernus said in a calm voice: "He is waiting for you.

Odor, go ahead, does your village have a village chief?"

"Yes, sir." Odor replied after swallowing his saliva. "The largest room is the village chief's home."

"good."

He walked resolutely towards the largest house. Lernus's expression at this time could no longer be described as gentle. He was not like a villager like Odor, he was an Astarte - in his long life

, he can learn a lot.

So he knew exactly what the village chief's house was made of.

Among the shabby houses made of wood and thatch, this house made of exquisite stones is so conspicuous. It has an imposing three-story height, with exquisite glass windows and even a porch.

How could a village chief get so much money to build such a house? The answer is obvious, this is an agricultural planet, and the other residents of this village are obviously poor.

Lernus calmed down his mood. He told himself that you have an important mission on this trip, and this mission is not to redress the injustice of these civilians - his top priority is to find the governor or someone with communication equipment.

Officials...must notify the Chapter.

Otherwise it will be too late.

Walking out of the darkness, this giant in green armor with gold trim came step by step to the porch. His footsteps were so heavy that it almost made people think it was an earthquake. The people in the house obviously thought so too, as several sounds came from inside.

A terrified scream.

Then, a skinny little old man opened the door and ran out, wearing a brown robe and a piece of delicate silver hanging around his neck.

The first time he saw Lernus, he was stunned. For about a second, he and Lernus looked at each other - then, he knelt down. He knelt on the ground, shaking deeply.

Standing, unable to say a word, sobbed words jumped out of his throat.

Superman phobia.

Lernus ignored the old man who fell into great fear just because he saw him. He focused his attention on a young man in the room.

This young man's face is somewhat similar to that of the old man, but he is much stronger. He is between 1.85 and 1.91 meters tall, wearing a short-sleeved cloth coat, and his exposed arms are very strong.

At this time, he was also staring at the sudden appearance of Lernus with his mouth open. After a while, he blushed and stammered: "Heaven - heaven, heaven, angel! Angel appears!"

Ignoring the young man who was immersed in excitement and confusion, Lernus lowered his head, looked at the little old man who was kneeling, and said calmly but unquestionably: "Stand up."

The old man did as he was told.

"What's your name, civilian?"

"Wo, Woskin, my lord, Woskin Charles." A smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and his words became fluent quickly. "You must be the angel of the God Emperor, right?"

What a great honor!”

"Are you the village chief here?"

"Yes, sir, I am the local——"

"——Don't say anything irrelevant to the question. You just need to answer me, yes or no."

"Yes, yes, sir, I am."

"very good."

Lernus nodded and adjusted his stance to make himself more threatening. He usually did not talk to civilians in this manner, but this old man was a special case.

His strategy worked. The smile on Woskin's face suddenly froze, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead. The sense of threat like thorns on his back made his legs tremble and he could hardly stand. At this time, that

The young man came out.

He smiled stupidly, as if he didn't know what was going on here, he supported his father, and patted his shoulder: "Dad, you are too timid.

But an angel! Why are you afraid of him? Why would an angel hurt us?"

Lernus glanced at him and actually smiled.

His father looked back at his stupid son angrily. At this time, he was extremely regretful that he didn't teach him more of the 'wisdom' of the Charles family. He was very strong, but he was too stupid! Or

It's too simple to say...

Woskin had already begun to think about what he would do to himself if the angel knew what he had done.

Lernus's voice sounded again at the right time, interrupting his thoughts.

"Woskin Charles, I recruit you as the adjutant of the second company of the Salamander Chapter. My name is Lernus Molena. I need you to provide me with help. Meet here.

Governor of the planet or head of the army, are you willing to accept the call?"

Can you still choose to accept or not accept?

Woskin almost said he wouldn't accept it - it was really just that close, but he was not a fool. Even if he was a fool, after staying in this position for so long, he had turned into a fox.

The old man nodded hurriedly: "I accept it, I accept it, sir! I am willing to help you!"

"very good."

Lernus slowed down his speech and nodded slightly: "Then, lead the way."

"ah?"

"Lead the way." The giant waved his hand without any doubt. "Didn't you accept the call? Now is the time to carry out the mission. Come on, lead the way."

"But, now is——"

Woskin stopped talking and sighed: "I am really a stupid person, Lord Angel, please forgive me for my stupidity. Can you please give me some more time? I need to bring some food, and the journey is a bit long."

"There is nothing you can't do."

The old man turned around and took his silly son into the house. Lernus's hearing allowed him to hear what Woskin said to his son, which were all instructions, such as being careful when looking after the house.

But his son was unwilling and insisted on going on the road together.

The robust young man's words were full of admiration and trust for Astartes, but Lernus shook his head in silence.

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"Finally done, guest!"

The tree man shouted in a cheerful tone: "The divinity has been eliminated! You have returned to being a human again! Ah, I really want to sing a song to express my excitement - aren't you happy about this?"

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"I'm very happy, go and get your reward. Goodbye."

"Goodbye! Guest! Oh, by the way, if you still have any needs, just contact me on the forum on the parliament's intranet. I'm online around the clock!"

He Shenyan nodded expressionlessly and shook his head. He could no longer hear the prayers.

Bending down, he picked up the doll and warmed it in his hands. Its shape was slowly changing, from a doll to a golden ball of light. It was even beating slowly, as if it had a life of its own.

Similar.

He looked at it carefully for a while, then threw it thoughtfully into the pocket dimension, and then left this illusory place built by the power of the tree people and returned to the real universe.

The bizarre sights slipped away from his eyes one by one, and the silver hall appeared in front of him. The emperor, who appeared in the form of a barbarian, sat behind a desk, flipping through a paper book, and said without raising his head: "

How does it feel?"

"not so good......"

The mage's words were sincere. The process of removing divinity was as painful as breaking a bone with a hammer and sucking out the marrow with a straw. It was not that he had never been tortured before, but this was the first time he had been tortured willingly.

.

Putting down the book, the emperor moved his shoulders. Logically speaking, his body did not need this movement at all. But he just did it. Not only that, there were even a few soft clicks coming from his right shoulder.

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows: "You are in a good mood."

"how do I say this?"

"You just move your shoulders, but you also use psychic energy to simulate the sound of joint collisions?"

The emperor smiled uncontrollably: "No one stipulates that I can't do this, right? What about divinity?"

"In my pocket dimension, it is still alive." The mage emphasized the word alive. "You should understand what I mean."

The Emperor nodded - of course he understood what this meant.

The divinity itself continues to grow. Sooner or later, this ball of divinity will become a real god. A human god with countless faces, a mental patient with terrifying power, and countless different personalities.

This is not a good thing.

After pondering for a while, he said: "But we can't kill it directly...can't we? Otherwise, the wave of divine backlash that breaks out will cause serious injuries to those who believe in the 'Emperor', and may even

It will break their souls."

The barbarian rubbed his brows, took off the laurel wreath on his forehead, threw it on the table, and sighed helplessly: "I guess you have something else to do? Otherwise you wouldn't mention this to me.

thing."

"Yes, it is possible, but it is quite difficult to do."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, blue light filled the silver hall, and the empty hall suddenly became dark. The barbarian raised his fingers, expecting to see his next move.

The mage did not disappoint him.

The map of the Milky Way appeared in front of him. This was a real-time star map that was more detailed than any map within the empire today. It was made of blue light. The mage raised his hand, pointed at the Eye of Terror and said: "The Expedition's

How are the preparations going?"

"Just waiting for you, the coach, to show up."

"...I'll be the head coach?"

"Otherwise?" the barbarian asked. "Who do you think still has the cohesion to unite them together? Me? I am destined to be eliminated, let alone today when divinity has been eliminated. Without further ado,

, it’s better to start from now on and let my existence fade away from human memory.”

"Do you want to play the role of a silent observer again? Then show up to save everyone when humans need you most?"

The barbarian shook his head: "Not only that - there is another reason. I can't leave Terra now."

"Netway?"

"Absolutely." When talking about this, his expression finally turned gloomy. "The counterattack of those things has become more intense recently. The Imperial Guards are fighting a tug-of-war with them in the palace. Obviously, those three guys

He felt that we couldn't be revived so easily and planned to cause some trouble for us."

"Tsk." The mage removed his finger from the Eye of Fear and shook his head.

"Time bomb - OK, let's get back to the point. The divinity has been removed, which means that neither you nor I can answer their prayers. At the same time, they can no longer gain the strength from prayer to protect themselves from the threats of the warp.

My own soul. So, I have a new idea."

He gave a smile that made the barbarian feel a little malicious.

"You see, I've always thought of subspace navigation as like using a submarine to circle around in the deep ocean."

"Those things can do whatever they want to the people in the submarine. The crew can only pray not to be discovered by them. The more devout their beliefs are, the less likely they are to be harmed while sailing in subspace. This is because the divinity is passively

The earth responds to them by our will, that is, as long as they pray, divinity can coat the submarine with an anti-detection film."

At this point, he shrugged: "You don't need me to tell you how harmful this method is."

The barbarian nodded heavily. After he was seriously injured and sat on the Golden Throne, he had no choice but to start arming human souls with religion. The intention was good, but the ending was constantly developing in a bad direction. Even after being saved by the mage, this cohesion

The rising divinity has not completely disappeared.

Ten thousand years, countless people's sacrifices, countless people's devout prayers - it has almost become one of the strongest things in the world.

"So why don't we find another way?" The mage spread out his hands. "Faith can indeed arm the human soul, that's true, but I have a better way."

He grinned, blue light bloomed, and a burning lighthouse appeared in front of the two of them.

"Star Torch." The barbarian said. "You don't mean-"

"——That's right."

He Shenyan's smile became more and more cheerful: "I'm a fucking genius, oh, I'm sorry."

The barbarian ignored his vulgar words at all. He just stared closely at the burning illusory star torch, his eyes getting brighter and brighter. In the end, his eyes were almost burning.

He has realized it.

The Star Torch has burned continuously in the Warp for so long, guiding all psykers, and even some xenos psykers can glimpse its brilliance.

Although subspace is a chaotic and disorderly place, it is the collection of the subconscious minds of all intelligent creatures in the universe.

To a certain extent, a large part of the attributes of the Star Torch is the human subconscious. Put the divinity representing the human god into it and rely on the human subconscious to decompose and transform it... The divinity will once again

There is a carrier, but this time the carrier is a collection of subconscious minds, a carrier without its own will.

People can still pray and obtain protection. However, divinity will be unknowingly affected, gradually moving closer to the most recognized image of the 'God Emperor' in the collective subconscious of mankind.

The empire only needs a gentle push from behind, relying on the power of science and progress to re-arm people's souls, and adding time, then, under the light of truth, sooner or later this divinity will completely disappear.

In other words, the empire no longer needs to worry about the birth of a god. The harm of the god is completely erased, and only the beneficial part remains.

"You're right..." After a long while, he spoke seriously, with a smile on his face. "You are such a fucking genius!"

"Hey, watch your appearance, Emperor!"

"Damn this image! What is this compared to the future of mankind?!" The Lord of Humanity stood up suddenly. "Let's go! Let's get this done now!"

"Oh, don't be impatient yet."

The mage seemed to be more relaxed at this time. With a smile that was full of shame, he made himself a cup of tea and took a sip unhurriedly: "...at least let me have a sip of tea.

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