Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Guilliman looked at his Chapter Commander and Second Company Commander with a headache - these two people were standing in front of him honestly at this time, not daring to express their anger. They looked like they were looking at their noses, and their noses were looking at their hearts.

.

After a while, he finally spoke: "I won't ask who came up with the idea. There's no point in asking. You both must have contributed. Competing poetry with the monks of the White Scars? Ultramar.

....."

Guilliman shook his head, feeling his temples pounding.

In just a few days, the Ultramarines exported two Thunderhawk gunships in this gambling game. Although this is nothing compared to their rich family wealth - but, how many days have it been?

If more time passes, will the Glory of Macragge be renamed the Eagle of Chogoris?

Furthermore, where did they get the courage to compete in poetry with a group of white-scarred veterans?

You are the Ultramarines! You are not the Blood Angels! Besides, even the Blood Angels may not dare to say that they can beat the White Scars in poetry... They are not really barbarians!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Guilliman simply sighed and forced himself to turn his attention to another thing: "Marius."

The Chapter Leader suddenly raised his head: "Yes! What are your orders?"

"How is the situation in Ultramar? I mean... cough." Guilliman coughed. "Is there anything like that that continues to happen?"

"You mean the second one - oh, no, they have fully understood the uniqueness and sanctity of the empire."

Marius said eloquently: "You can rest assured, Father of Genes, this will never happen again. I swear on my name!"

It is difficult to describe Guilliman's expression in detail when he heard the word 'second', otherwise it would be too derogatory to the majesty of His Highness the Regent.

After all, he had good intentions when he did it...well, as long as we ignore most of the facts.

"Very well... I hope so. So, Sicarius, where is your predecessor?"

It took Cato Sicarius two seconds to realize that the 'predecessor' mentioned by the primarch was not his lover who never existed, but the former Second Captain Titus.

Sicarius stood up straight and replied: "Lord Titus' ship arrived at the Lion's Gate Star Port yesterday. After passing the review mechanism, he can arrive at Macragge's Glory through the portal of Terra Space Station.

.”

"That's good. Well...send another order to the Ministry of Military Affairs, saying it's what I mean. Let them review Titus faster...try not to cause anything more.

The little moth that was taken away by the Tribunal. Although the Tribunal is gone now."

Guilliman laughed rather self-deprecatingly, making a joke of his own: "Listen to me, 'just say what I mean', this is really ridiculous."

"The original body——"

"No, let me finish, Marius, it is necessary. One must always be introspective. It is difficult, but I must. You see, I woke up a stranger to all of you. I

I won’t hide that because that’s the truth.”

The Lord of Ultramar's eyes flashed with uncertainty, and he smiled bitterly - this smile made Marius and Sicarius at a loss.

"Not only that, I feel unfamiliar with the Empire. It was extremely painful for me to live to see all this happen. At that time, I would rather die in the flames ignited by Horus than see all this. But, hope

There is still... Yes, we still have hope. But some things have already happened."

He sighed and stood up. His body as tall as a mountain could not help but be a little rickety at this time: "This thing is the most heartbreaking to me, and also the most surprising and sad to me - when I woke up, everyone was afraid of me."

"We do not fear you, Primarch, we love you."

Guilliman glanced at Sicarius who was speaking and showed a relieved smile.

"Well, you don't. But what about the common people? What about the bureaucrats on Terra? The Chroniclers, the Mechanic-Priests, the Rogue Traders... everyone, the Inquisition, the Ecclesiarchy, who have come into contact with me,

Even Ultramar. Yes, even the five hundred worlds of Ultramar are afraid of me. Ten thousand years have passed, and I seem to have become the embodiment of some kind of fear."

He laughed loudly: "It is simply the top of the drama. This is what Coz has always dreamed of, not me. I just want to make the world better, but the world keeps burning."

"It's...not...your fault."

Marius paused for a moment every time he spoke two words, as if a machine was stuck. He blushed and felt very uneasy.

"maybe."

The Lord of Ultramar waved his hand, indicating that they could leave. With his hands behind his back, he came to the porthole and stared at the dark Milky Way. For a long time, he whispered to himself: "Revenge is about to begin, Robert."

——He was wrong, revenge has already begun.

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Death happens in unknown corners, and death happens all over the galaxy. It is one of the most common things in this era.

The Milky Way is too big, big enough for some people to live and work in peace and contentment, and big enough for other people to taste death endlessly.

"Give me a magazine."

The sergeant who was missing a leg shouted this sentence over and over again. His voice was drowned in the sound of artillery fire, but he still shouted stubbornly.

"Give me a magazine."

"Give me a magazine...Give me a magazine..."

Over and over again, over and over again, finally, a hand handed him a magazine. The unconscious sergeant took it instinctively, changed the magazine, loaded the gun, changed the shooting mode, and held it against his shoulder.

Come out of cover.

The low sound of the light gun passed by and was also drowned in the gunfire.

This shot killed a rebel. His forehead, which was engraved with blasphemous patterns, was directly punched through. His body without any clothes fell among more corpses, twitching constantly, and blood spattered everywhere.

We wallow in puddles, kill each other with guns, and drown each other in blood. Hatred drives us to do this, and we hate each other because we are human.

We are human beings.

Yes.

Zito murmured to himself and wiped his neck, which was still bleeding.

Half an hour ago, or an hour ago - he didn't remember and didn't care - in short, not long ago, a beam from a light gun grazed his neck.

If it weren't for his good luck, Zito would have died on the spot. But it was of no use as they were beaten back by the rebels.

These sons of bitches have bombers, land-based artillery, and tanks. But the loyalists' possessions were blown up at the beginning of the rebellion. The most precious thing they hold now is the

The Emperor's Faith.

"The Emperor bless me."

Zito leaned out from behind the bunker and carefully assessed the current situation. He retreated after thirty seconds and sadly gave his conclusion: "It seems that we are all going to die here today."

Turning his head, he pushed the sergeant who continued to shout "Give me a magazine" because the magazine was empty: "Sir, are you still conscious?"

One of his legs was blown off by a shell, and the commander, whose brain was damaged as a result, didn't even look at him. He just waved his arms and shouted loudly: "Give me a magazine!"

"Sir, I only have one magazine left. The squad closest to us is on the other side of the trench, and their situation is not good either. Considering your condition, I don't think I can leave you here and go ask them for ammunition.

.”

"damn it!"

The sergeant's consciousness was briefly restored by this chatter for a while. He stared at Zito angrily: "Why are you still so verbose at this time?! Idiot! You won't give me a grenade and run over by yourself? I

I'm lame, but I'm not stupid!"

"You just kept shouting for me a magazine..."

"Give me a grenade!"

"Okay, sir."

Zito took off the last frag grenade from his belt. This good treasure can be devastating when dealing with unarmored targets. He kissed the performance of the frag grenade and stuffed it into the commander's chest.

In arms.

The sergeant looked at him and nodded: "Good boy, these are my fucking soldiers - now get out of here, go find that team and retreat to the rear of the line. The third company has been wiped out except for you, so I

You will be a sergeant after you die, do you understand?"

"Understood, sir."

"Get out of here!"

Zito ran over, not fast, but safe enough. It took him five minutes to cross the long trench to reach the team. The first person he saw was the dying Kanes. Her once beautiful blue eyes were now

One was missing and was lying on the ground gasping for air.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, are you okay?"

"No! Damn it, can't you see? What are you doing here? Isn't the Third Company here -"

Kanesi did not continue. Her words and what Zito was about to say were interrupted by an explosion. The source of the explosion was behind Zito. It didn't take much to think about it. It was the work of the sergeant.

"——The third company is now completely wiped out, except for me." Zito nodded to her. "Now I am a sergeant, the last person of the third company, where is your company commander?"

"died."

Canes said succinctly, while pointing to the other end of the trench, where there were about twenty soldiers: "Corporal Torricasa is commanding us now, the bald one with one hand missing, go find him.

, I think I’m going to die...well, what the hell.”

She muttered and turned over, and only then did Zito discover a hollow wound on her back, where bones and beating internal organs could even be seen.

"The Emperor bless you, Katniss."

With her back to him, Karnes's voice sounded like some kind of heavy echo: "He has been blessing me, go quickly, Zito."

Zito ran over and briefly explained his identity, so Corporal Toricasa, who was missing one hand, immediately gave him a mission.

"I need you to get to the back of the line!"

Corporal Toricasa roared that he had to do this because a shell just landed seventy meters in front of them, blowing up the corpses of the traitors everywhere.

Amidst the tremors of the ground and the dull sound of continuous machine gun fire, the corporal continued to roar.

"Then tell the headquarters! We need support! No one is available! The communication lines with the rear have been cut off by these beasts, damn! We only have four companies left now, and one of them is still half disabled! This mission only requires

I can leave it to you, Sergeant! Because my soldiers and I have to hold our ground!"

Zito took off his hat, wiped his face, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, where can I go?"

The corporal pointed at a dark hole behind him and almost screamed: "There!"

Zito ran in.

Inside the cave entrance were twists and turns of underground tunnels, with an emergency light flashing on the wall every few hundred meters. He heard his own footsteps and breathing, and the barrel of the light gun kept hitting his lower back.

That side was sore from being hit, but Zito was too lazy to take care of it.

He has no time - he must rush to the rear as quickly as possible, he must do this, otherwise everything will be too late, otherwise this ancient world will be captured by Chaos.

"Fuck...damn...chaos dog." He cursed, saliva flying from his lips and teeth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...

"

After running continuously for seventeen minutes, Zito almost collapsed to the ground. The scene in front of him also changed a little, from the unchanged winding tunnel to an iron-gray cement building, and an opened door stood before him.

appear in front of you.

Without hesitation, Zito rushed in.

But what appeared in front of him was not the headquarters - at least not the headquarters he imagined, but a twisted place.

Hundreds of wailing faces were hung upside down from the ceiling, and blood and pink-purple paint were smeared into uncomfortable patterns on the walls. Then, the trembling Third Company Sergeant Zito heard

The sound of the blade scraping across his skin made him realize that something most terrible had happened.

A man screamed.

Continuously, mixed with curses: "You cowardly traitor! I curse you! I curse your body. The wrath of the Emperor's vengeance will come on you, and you will pay the price - ah!"

He let out a violent scream, followed by a voice that was eternally distorted by some evil force.

"That's good," he commented. "But it's not enough... You can only scream and curse here, and then I cut out your tongue. Do you think the wrath of the false emperor will come? Ha, you are insignificant.

Mortal, you are wrong."

Zito stared at the figure in the darkness, looking at his sickly colored armor and the human skin on it, feeling an urge to vomit, while the thing continued.

"He won't care about your life or death, because you are worthless - in this empire that is about to collapse, the most indispensable thing is human life. As long as there is need, he will throw you to death wherever you are needed.

"

The speaker burst out laughing wildly.

"Do you really think you are needed and are a protector? You are wrong, villain! You are nothing..."

Zito didn't know if he was crazy, but he actually heard a trace of pity in the voice of this thing: "Just like me. We are nothing, just dust. We will die eventually, so I chose to die

I have done some pleasant things before. Now, I am going to spread this happiness to you. I hope you like it."

Sergeant Zito silently picked up the gun and prepared to take aim. However, a huge force came from behind and knocked him to the ground. At this moment, he knew that his spine was probably broken.

.

An iron hand stretched out from the darkness, picked up his light gun, looked at it for a moment, and then broke it casually.

"You should be more careful, there is a mortal here spying on you." His attacker said.

"It doesn't matter, his gun can only bring me negligible pain and a moment of joy, and that's exactly what I need."

"Do you want this? A human's flesh and blood should not be enough for you to complete your enjoyment."

"Well... I'm happy to share, he left it to you."

A burst of malicious laughter came from high up, and the attacker grabbed one of Zito's legs and dragged him deeper into the darkness: "Thank you for your generosity, brother. Ah, I can only do this before Lord Eidolon comes back.

To have such a pitiful amount of enjoyment... we're really pathetic, aren't we?"

Sweat flowed across Zito's face because of the pain. After being treated like this, he still did not give up resistance. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and immediately wanted to end his life.

These talking things are traitorous Astartes, and they are definitely not something he can deal with. He must kill himself immediately, lest his life allow these things to enjoy their pleasure and lead to a deeper depravity.

However, just as he aimed his trembling hands at his neck, the attacker bent down. His face poked out of the darkness, and Zito immediately let out a scream.

This is not a face that humans should see, and any creature that still exists with reason should not see such a face. It is the source of pain, twisted desire, and the embodiment of madness.

The attacker chuckled: "Oh, honey. You want to kill yourself? You should have asked me for advice first instead of doing it yourself... You don't want to take away all the happiness."

He took away Zito's dagger, thrust it into the gap in his armor and twisted it hard. He sighed in relief and pain: "Don't be so selfish... Living is already painful, you

Why not be more generous?”

"Suicide, you can only satisfy yourself, but if you let me teach you, both of us can be satisfied, what do you think?"

Zito's reason was gradually disappearing. The thing's face and words, as well as the scene he just saw, opened a hole in his head. Reason slowly drained from it.

He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Traitor!"

The attacker dragged him to another part of the hall and said boredly: "That's it? Oh, my ears are ringing with this word. Do you have any new words? Even if you want to scold me, you have to say it."

Something that excites me!"

Zito thought too, but unfortunately, until he was completely dismembered by this traitor, he could not say a word that stung him. Zito could only promise one thing, and he would still curse this person until his death.

traitor.

...but what happens after that?

Sergeant Zito stood next to his body, watching the attacker smear his armor with his flesh and blood, with a blank expression: Am I dead? I should be dead...Why am I still standing here?

No one answered, only a burst of ruthless and cold golden light. More souls who were tortured to death like him walked out of the darkness and came behind him. Everyone's face was the face of a dead person, and everyone's eyes

They were all overflowing with lifeless darkness. However, the golden light connected them together.

A voice sounded and appeared in all of their ears.

revenge......

The sound was ethereal, like a whisper in the wind. A burning lighthouse appeared in front of Zito's eyes, floating in the darkness. Its long-burning, continuous cold flames expanded vigorously, and the sound continued to sound, this time

, there are some other things in it.

revenge......!

Is it you, Emperor? Is it you who is speaking to me?

The voice did not answer, but said two words in the most incomprehensible voice ever. Zito's soul was sublimated at that moment. The golden flames soaked into his body, causing pain and making it condensed.

Really.

The sound continues, and continues.

Zito thought, he, no, it... it won't stop.

With this thought, his thoughts were torn apart bit by bit. The huge amount of spiritual energy allowed his soul to merge with other people's souls, condensing into something new.

Revenge... revenge... revenge... revenge!

It roared crazily, and the enjoying attacker stopped. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the command headquarters covered with their masterpieces. Some kind of rage from the void bloomed at this moment, like a whirlwind.

It exploded like a torpedo in his sluggish peripheral nerves.

He had been immersed in pleasure for so long that he failed to realize that danger was approaching.

The air was swept away, screaming in the invisible violent force.

The wall collapsed, along with the bodies hanging on it.

Blood rose up, golden flames beat wildly in it, and the storm gradually rose... When everything subsided, a statue of vengeance made of golden flames appeared in the room.

The hedonist looked at this thing dully, with a dull expression. He seemed unable to understand what was going on - in fact, he didn't need to understand.

A fist fell suddenly, hammering him and his armor into powder.

The flames began to burn, and the scorching heavenly fire burned on the corpses of the suffering people. Their loyalty was answered, and so were their prayers, but who answered them?

This question is irrelevant.