Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Before coming, Khan imagined a dozen different conversation scenarios in his mind.

Some were treated with courtesy, and some were ignored—but no matter which kind, it was impossible to be like this.

He drank the milk tea from Chogolis, and the taste from the vast grassland exploded on his taste buds over and over again. The taste of his hometown was brought to him by means that he could not understand, and he continued to enter the webway.

After hunting for ten thousand years, Chagatai Khan finally felt the urge to cry.

He has never wanted to go back and take a look as much as now.

——But he can't, at least not now.

The people in his hometown are human, so don’t the people in other parts of the empire count as human? There are still many places in the wailing galaxy waiting for him and his heirs to save...Khan has always been extremely sensible,

But he couldn't help but feel a little hatred for himself at this moment.

Why can't we be more selfish? If we use power for personal gain... no one will say anything.

Unfortunately, he is not destined to be that kind of person.

The outside world knows very little about Chagatai Khan and has many misunderstandings. Many people even mistakenly think of him as a barbarian. They will never know how wise and determined this primarch is.

Putting down the finished tea cup, Khan spoke hoarsely: "Before the conversation begins, I must thank you for doing this... It may be insignificant to you, but for

For someone who has been away from his hometown for a long time, this is really precious."

After saying this, Khan noticed some subtle changes in the captain's eyes. It was extremely difficult to detect, but he still noticed it.

Keep the doubt deep in your heart and remember it firmly. Khan did not say much on this matter, but just continued the topic.

"You talked about the specific matters of joining the expedition fleet...what do you mean? Don't I need to apply?"

Facing his question, He Shenyan just spread his hands and asked with a smile: "I don't even know what the word 'application' means, Chagatai Khan - ha, no kidding. Seriously,

Of course I would like to have the brave White Scars and their Primarch join the expedition fleet, why not?"

Khan was not dazzled by the joy of being about to embark on the road to glory. He showed great restraint and continued to ask questions calmly: "You seem to know me and my sons very well."

"I know a lot of things, but not people I've never met."

"You don't act like you've never seen me before."

He Shenyan smiled.

"Someone told me many stories - frankly speaking, I understand you and your legion's style and deeds. I also know your general character, but I don't know what kind of person you are, Chagatai.

Khan. But, is this important?"

Khan nodded slowly and forcefully, stroking the beard on his chin: "This is very important... Captain, as you can see, I am a sensitive and suspicious person."

He Shenyan put down the cup in his hand and shook his head.

"Don't worry about any political deal behind this - I have only one purpose for letting the White Scars participate in the revenge expedition."

He raised a finger and repeated his words: "There is only one purpose, and this purpose is very simple."

Khan listened quietly, always staring closely into He Shenyan's eyes. Looking at people for a long time is not the right choice in a conversation or meeting, and it is not even polite in daily life. But that's what he did.

Yes, he had to confirm something.

"What purpose?" he asked.

"Revenge." He Shenyan said. "You don't know something, Chagatai Khan."

After saying these words, his black robes fluttered, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the calm room. The walls disappeared, the ground disappeared, and some powerful energy began to surge in the air. Chagatai Khan even felt that his

All the bones are moaning.

In just a blink of an eye, they came from the cozy lounge to a chaotic and disorderly space. Heavy colorful curtains hung above their heads, and complex emotions full of malice filled the air. Evil ghosts who wanted to devour people.

It becomes invisible and wanders in this space.

subspace...

The original body of the White Scars looked at this scene calmly, and cast a questioning look at the person who brought him here. The latter just said lightly: "Listen, Khan. Listen."

So he began to listen.

Under the influence of magic, he heard it.

The first thing that came was the scream, and this sound was just the beginning. It was like the sound of gears when a machine started - after it, thousands of screams came.

Jaghatai let out a muffled groan from his throat. Even his extraordinary mental and physical abilities could not withstand this huge amount of terrifying harmonies. His ears began to bleed, as did his nasal cavity, and his temples felt as if someone was stirring them with an electric drill.

And those voices, they did not stop. They blended together and transcended everything. They were like a never-ending death singing group, constantly shouting desperately in the tide of subspace.

This is the sound of countless human beings dying tragically. They have been impaled, skinned, and corrupted by the plague into walking corpses that cannot even be looked at directly.

They have also been driven by fear and conspiracy, killing their relatives under the toy of a dead god, or making irreversible mistakes - their screams continue in this subspace that has lost the concept of time.

The ground echoes. Death is just the beginning of an eternal torment.

Khan felt cold all over, but the sounds did not stop. On the contrary, they became more and more numerous. Every minute, every second, new dead people joined this terrifying chorus and contributed their own screams.

He raised his hands tremblingly, and the pendants tied together on the shoulder armor kept beating, colliding with the shoulder armor, making a monotonous echo. Jaghatai Khan's face was already covered by pain and fury, and his calm expression

His heart could no longer hold on, and he let out a furious roar. However, this roar contained extremely profound sadness.

--"No!"

"Yes." the mage said. "This is the truth. The Emperor cannot protect everyone. There are always some people who cannot find peace even after death. But... there is another thing."

There was no need for him to say it, Khan also knew what the other thing was.

The demons are laughing at this.

Laughing all the time.

They listened to the voice of the dead with excitement. To them, human pain and suffering were the sweetest wine and a pleasure they could not give up.

Those who desire slaughter, those who desire joy, and those who desire to spread the so-called "glory of loving fathers"... They all hide in the dark and laugh secretly. They are extremely satisfied with the horrific scene they have created with their own hands, but they are

It will never stop here. They will always be hungry for the next victim... just like the nature of this damn place!

They - no, no. Here, here! This space -!

Jaghatai's eyes turned upward, and almost only the whites of his eyes could be seen. His forehead and neck were covered with bulging veins, as if he was enduring great pain. Hatred, anger and sadness were constantly surging in his heart.

, almost driving him crazy.

This has nothing to do with whether the mind is firm or not, what he heard is the reality of the world - no normal person can withstand this terrifying darkness. However, at this boundary between madness and sanity, Khan suddenly understood something.

As long as subspace exists, it will destroy humanity bit by bit. It is a murderer, a murderer who will never be satisfied. Sooner or later, it will definitely murder all humans.

"You heard it, Khan. You also understand it." The mage's whisper sounded in his ears, bringing him a moment of clarity. "You are the third person in history to hear this voice. How do you feel?"

"Ho-ho..." Khan could not answer and could only make a painful sound from his throat.

There was a snap of fingers.

They returned to the warm room again, and it was still warm inside. The tea cup he placed on the table was full at some point, and the steaming milk tea was waiting for the drinker.

Khan knelt on the ground, blood gushing out from his eyes, nose, ears, lips and teeth. It gathered on his chin and dripped to the ground, forming a pool of blood after a while. He was breathing heavily,

Looking at his embarrassed face inside, he was silent for a long time.

After a while, he stood up from the ground. The blood disappeared after a blue light, along with the blood on his face. A warm wet towel appeared in his hand, Khan raised his head, and the man was looking at him deeply,

There is neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.

There is only peace - is that really it?

No.

The Prairie Eagle once again glimpsed the truth. Hidden behind that thick calm was a rage that could extinguish stars. He smiled bitterly and began to clean his face with a towel.

The strong body was taking effect, and the injuries he had just suffered were healing quickly, even the mental wounds. A strange force soothed his soul, making Khan involuntarily calm down.

He sat back on the chair, sorted out his words, and spoke again: "Now, I understand."

"oh?"

The Chogoris Eagle closed its eyes, then opened them again, looked straight at the mage, and asked a more impolite question: "You are not a human, are you?"

"Physically speaking, I am no longer a human being. Unfortunately, the same is true for the two people in this room."

"Your power... is beyond the scope of my imagination. I can't understand why a being like you can appear in human form and talk to me calmly."

Khan paused: "...like when I understood his true nature."

"Sure enough, there is no wrong title, Chaghatai Khan. You do have the sharp observation ability of an eagle." He Shenyan smiled calmly. "You are right, I can indeed abandon the current form of existence in exchange for something new.

Because of the great power, I can do it if I want to."

"Elementalization, regularization, or ascending to the gods... But the key to the question is never whether I can, but whether I want to. You can't understand why I use human appearance, let me tell you why

, because I am originally a human being.”

He pointed to his chest.

"No one can deny this, Chagatai Khan. Just as you always think that you are the Great Khan of Chogoris, I also believe that I am a human being. That's why I treat them

I am so angry about what happened to me, that’s why I want to launch this revenge expedition.”

The hand he pointed at his chest stretched out, stopped in front of Khan, and his fingers spread naturally - Khan heard him ask: "So, are you still interested in this expedition?"

Without hesitation, Khan took his hand.

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Cato Sicarius is playing chess.

Yes, it feels ridiculous to say it, but the Emperor's Angel of Death, the most powerful killing machine among the Astartes - the Second Captain, nicknamed Guilliman's fourth hand, is indeed

Playing chess.

And the situation is not good.

"Um......"

He held his face with one hand, frowned, and thought deeply. He didn't move a step for several minutes. This obviously made his opponent feel a little impatient.

Marius Calgar glanced at the notoriously smelly chess basket with his one eye, and coughed angrily, trying to remind Sicarius to hurry up. At the same time, he silently questioned himself in his heart

.

What happened to me today that I agreed to play chess with Cato Sicarius?

Recently, among the Ultramarines aboard Macragge's Glory, four rules have been widely circulated.

First, don’t mess with Captain Calgar, unless you want to be punched in the chin by the pair of super-powered fists nicknamed the ‘Titan Slayer Fists’.

Second, don’t discuss the Father of Genes and that damn, mysterious, misbehaving person in public, who broke into the Father of Genes lounge without permission... (Thousands of words are omitted below), the spirit of

The matter of racial alienation.

Third, do not discuss the specific matters of the Codex Astartes with anyone outside the Chapter or Chapter. If anyone asks, you will say that you have no idea at all.

Fourth, never play chess with Second Captain Cato Sicarius, unless you want to be dragged by him on the chessboard all day long.

For example, now, Marius has coughed seven times, and Sicarius is still thinking hesitantly. He is thinking very carefully and is so absorbed that Marius doesn't know how to evaluate it.

His* emperor is above! We are playing backgammon, Sicarius! Is there something wrong with your brain?!

The Chapter Leader couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately slammed the table: "Sicarius!"

"...Huh?" Sicarius was startled, quickly raised his head, and looked at his Chapter Leader alertly. "What's the matter, sir?"

"...It's okay, I just want to remind you to go down faster."

"I think so, sir, but your chess skills are too advanced." Sicarius said distressedly. "I can't think of the next step for this move... What is your intention with this move?

?”

He pointed to the row of three consecutive white stones slanting: "Is there such a way to play Go?"

Go?

Marius's cheek twitched violently, and he coughed twice quickly: "...This is an ancient trick I learned from a certain mechanical priest. It's normal that you can't understand it. Well, it's okay, continue.

Think about it.”

Sicarius nodded, lowered his head and planned to continue thinking hard, but a victorious soldier came over. He first glanced at the chessboard, and then gave a strange look to the leader of the battle group before speaking: "Marius

Chapter Commander Sicarius, Second Captain Sicarius...the original body comes to see you two for something."