Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"How does it feel?"

It was a calm male voice with convincing power. Bayer couldn't see his face, but his stomach, which had not been used for a long time, began to twitch instinctively - he had heard someone talking to him in this tone a long time ago.

.

"Who are you?"

He asked, with a fear that he didn't even notice. Bayer understood his trembling as an instinctive reaction of the body, rather than an emotional conflict that he couldn't control. He didn't want to admit it, so he didn't want to admit it.

He bowed his head in this battle where he was already at a disadvantage.

"A person you probably don't want to see too much." The male voice continued, his voice echoing around Bayer. "But that doesn't matter. After all, I don't really want to see you too much... Fabius·

Bayer, your presence is really interesting.”

interesting?

The corners of Bayer's eyes twitched with anger. He completely lost his ease and his face wrinkled up. At this time, he seemed to have the aura of an Astartes, rather than someone who had no bottom line than the demons.

Despicable creatures.

"Oh? You still retain a certain degree of humanity...? This is beyond my expectation. I thought you would only care about your own research."

The surrounding scene suddenly distorted, like a ball of paper crumpled by a hand. The ground quickly drew closer, and in Bayer's field of vision, he was back again - back to the ship he didn't even name.

The corpses of the capable man and his counterpart were still lying on the cold metal ground, with smelly blood slowly flowing.

He raised his hands tremblingly. The excessive psychic energy had caused his internal organs to shift. At least one lung had ruptured. Bayer fell to the ground uncontrollably, and every inch of his muscles was twitching. He lost his mind in an instant.

He lost everything and fell to the ground like a wriggling maggot.

"No...no..." He muttered to himself, insisting on standing up, but failed. A pair of boots appeared in front of him. Bayer looked up with his blurred vision.

Go, but the space is distorted again.

His eyes widened.

Boots? What boots? The person standing in front of him was not a person! It was a golden sun - Bayer's mind was suddenly shattered under the violent impact. Even the chaos could not make his mind surrender, but at this moment it was as fragile as

Baby normal.

But it only happened for a moment. In the next second, his mind was glued together again, but the pain did not diminish at all. He screamed crazily, and his voice kept echoing on the bridge.

He Shenyan knelt down and looked at this twisted, maggot-like creature without mercy. His expression was neither sad nor happy. Frankly speaking, there was no hatred between him and Fabius Bayer, and this was even their first time.

But if we look at it from a macro level, the feud between him and Bayer is really big.

In the galaxy, Bayer is a special existence - unlike other aliens or traitors, he also poses a threat to human existence, but it is another more dangerous threat. He rarely kills directly, and rarely even appears in

Within the empire's sight. Despite this, the planets destroyed directly or indirectly by his hands are already countless.

In his mind, similar words do not exist. There are only research materials and transaction objects. As long as he can go further on the so-called path of truth that he is pursuing, he is willing to betray anyone and anything.

The mage raised his hand, and blue light emerged from his fingertips. The screaming Bayer calmed down, and complete consciousness appeared in his eyes again. This time, he did not yell or cry, but just stared straight at the mage's face, as if

Looking at a creature he couldn't understand at all.

"I have met you many times, Fabius Bayer." He Shenyan said slowly. "In addition to the prayers, sometimes I hear the wails of the dead. You may not know, but

There are many souls who are still screaming."

"There are countless dead people. Some of them were willing to die, some were innocent, some died of a dead end... There are also people who died innocently as experimental materials under your hands."

He Shenyan smiled slightly, and the blue light became brighter and brighter: "They remember your face, your voice, and what you did to them - the wronged souls are coming to find you, Bayer. You don't believe in the existence of the so-called retribution,

I know this. You feel that your very existence is a powerful refutation of the idea that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil."

The mage shrugged.

"Indeed, before today, the so-called evil retribution has never come...but I am here, Bayer."

He put his fingers on Bayer's forehead and almost whispered in his voice: "Your retribution has come."

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"Chapter Master!"

There was unconcealable surprise in the think tank's voice, and he almost rushed into Tushan's lounge. The current chapter leader of the Salamanders raised his terrifying face, looked at his chief think tank, and said nothing,

Just quietly waiting for the next step.

"I--"

The think tank could hardly utter a complete word. He was breathing heavily, and his dark face actually showed a bit of rosiness.

This time, Tushan was really surprised.

What could have caused Piril to lose his temper like this? A big demon came to their ship?

"Don't worry, Piril, speak slowly, you have plenty of time - let me guess, is it Lernus? Or Darkiel? Have you contacted them?"

"None of these, Chapter Master, none of them." Peril raised his trembling right hand and put it against his temple, almost screaming. "He! Him! The Emperor!"

"......What?"

Tushan still doesn't understand what his think tank is talking about. Even with the extraordinary intelligence of the Astartes, I'm afraid it won't be possible to deduce from these few words what exactly Pyriel has experienced - can

Anyone who can do this should switch to Tzeentch's sect, but that talkative bitch has long been dead.

"Emperor!"

Pirrell waved his hands, and dark blue spiritual light surged in his eyes. He completely transmitted what he had just seen to Tushan. In the blue light, Tushan's eyes gradually became clearer.

It was dyed with the same color. He calmed down and followed the thoughts of the chief think tank to dig deeper... Before long, a picture appeared in front of him.

That was the ship parked opposite them.

It floated quietly above the orbit, without any abnormalities. Tushan stared at this picture closely, he knew that this was what the chief think tank was doing before. He must be using his spiritual power to monitor the ship

Case.

The picture continued like this for a while, until at a certain point - a certain point without warning, the ship's hull suddenly twisted. The thousands of portholes on its hull suddenly lit up with golden light, and the scene in space also followed.

They twisted together, and the blazing heat rushed towards his face. Tushan felt that his eyes almost melted.

He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from shouting. However, the matter was not over yet. When the golden light extinguished, the ship disappeared.

——Nothing is left, not even a fragment, as if it does not exist in this world at all.

"Chapter Commander, did you see it?!"

Pirrell couldn't help but press his trembling shoulders with his hands to prevent him from getting too excited and causing his psychic powers to go out of control. He had tried his best, but he still couldn't calm down his psychic powers. His eyes were dyed blue.

Not to mention, even the walls of the lounge began to tremble.

"I... saw it, Piril." Tushan leaned on his chair, spoke softly, and closed his eyes tightly. "The Emperor... He has appeared. But you

I still have to calm down, I don’t want my lounge to be demolished by you, Piril.”

"It's better not to blame him too much, Chapter Leader Tu Shi. It is true that psykers cannot suppress their psychic powers when they are emotional. However, you can put this worry aside for now."

A voice suddenly rang out, and Tushan opened his eyes suddenly. As his eyes opened, he saw the figure appearing in his lounge - soft golden light followed, and then the sound of holy music sounded in the air.

Song, a man in black robes stood there, with a pair of golden shining wings behind his back.

He didn't look at Tushan or Piril, but stared at the air beside him, his expression vaguely helpless.

Do you have to add some special effects when I meet other people?

With helplessness, He Shenyan asked an old guy like this.

Your Excellency, Living Saint, I have to remind you that the propaganda caliber has not really changed yet - so, yes, I'm sorry. I'm afraid that every time you talk to them in the future, I will have to add some of the 'special effects' you call it.

Unless they are all 30k veterans...but you also know that there are not many of them

A certain barbarian's voice came from the psychic communication, with a smile that could not be concealed. It also made the mage's face twitch.

He raised his head and was about to speak when the Chapter Master and Chief Think Tank of the Salamanders suddenly knelt down on one knee. The movement was so swift that he was worthy of the name Astartes. He Shenyan opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't help but

He knew what to say. Fortunately, he finally found a topic worth opening.

The mage, who had a sullen face and tried to show the expression that a living saint should have, coughed and said slowly: "It doesn't have to be like this, I'm just a nobody."

Piril's left eye twitched sharply, and although he still lowered his head, his body swayed - little person? The Emperor has just appeared, and you appear here with a hymn wrapped around you, and a pair of golden wings behind your back...

...little people?

He Shenyan glanced at him and said nothing, but his expression was a little tense. That old barbarian would really cause trouble for him... He didn't intend to say who he was.

He came here simply to deal with Fabius Bayer. In the past few hours, he traveled across the galaxy and killed all his clones. The one just now was the last one. When he met this group of Vol

Gan's son was an unexpected surprise.

He Shenyan originally planned to use magic to disguise himself as a forbidden army or something like that and notify them to go back to the Terra Space Station for renovations. After all, the descendants of Vulkan were different from other war groups in that their numbers were pitifully small. He had to give them some help.

..... As a result, the magic was interrupted by the barbarian just after it was formed, and he also played a classic living saint trick on him.

troublesome.

He Shenyan coughed again and said: "Vulkan's son... raised his head and looked at me."

Tushan raised his head, still not looking directly into He Shenyan's eyes. The same was true for Pirrell. The think tank's expression could not be said to be pious, but only fanatical - he was not one of those veterans who still firmly believed in the truth of the empire. He had grown up under the influence of the state religion.

The think tank has extremely firm beliefs in its heart. What does it mean when a living saint appears here at this moment?

The think tank whose brain circuits suddenly became simpler took this as evidence that the emperor was watching them, and the appearance of the living saint naturally had a task for them.

What a supreme honor this is! If our father knew about it, he would definitely be proud of it!

The mage who noticed the think tank's inner thoughts pursed his lips and felt a rare toothache. He gathered his emotions and once again said in a mysterious and mysterious riddle: "Sons of Vulcan, please don't take my arrival as a surprise.

It's too heavy. I'm just a wandering soul, please listen to me."

"Please tell me."

The Chapter Leader's voice was sonorous and powerful. He Shenyan had no doubt at this time. Even if he asked them to drive the boat to the Eye of Terror, Tushan would not hesitate at all.

"Turn back, son of Vulkan. You have been wandering outside for too long and suffered for too long, so it is time -" the mage rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of a good idea. "-He is waiting.

Holy Terra. Return quickly and return home... to meet Him, son of Vulkan."

Tushan looked at He Shenyan in disbelief - Climbing Holy Terra is the highest honor for the 40k Astartes. Only those who have made great contributions can receive this honor (he subconsciously

(ignoring the Imperial Fists and the Ultramarines with a Good Father), not to mention the second half of this living saint's sentence.

What does that mean? Meeting the Emperor?

After a long silence, Tushan spoke again: "But, don't we need to report to the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Tribunal?"

"No need to say more, son of Vulkan. You don't need to worry. No one can stop you, just go forward."

As He Shenyan spoke, he tried hard to hold back his laughter. Of course, in Tushan's eyes, this was an indifferent and calm expression, which gave him great confidence.

After saying these words, he immediately disappeared from the spot. He also used psychic energy as a special effect at the end of the scene very dedicatedly. At the same time, he did not forget to leave a glorious feather for Tushan, and he had to perform the performance to the end.

The silent think tank stretched out his trembling hand and picked up the feather of glory that fell to the ground. The warm light it gave off could be felt by Piril even through the armor.

The think tank's eyes were already warm.

In the empire, the sons of Vulkan enjoy a high reputation, but few people have seen them - for no other reason than that they have endured too much suffering before Vulkan returned.

And now...

"The Emperor is calling us." Tushan's expression remained unchanged, not only because his facial nerves were damaged, but also because a greater determination was boiling in his heart.

"Attack the whole army," he said. "Let us bring back the two brothers on the planet below and embark on the return journey immediately."