Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Let's move away from Brother Titus's doomed awkward meeting and return to the Revenge - here, a conversation that will change the entire empire in the future is slowly taking place in the captain's room.

"Interviewing me? Narrator? I thought the profession of war correspondent disappeared a long time ago."

As He Shenyan spoke, he glanced at the emperor with a strange look on his face. The latter was currently flipping through an ancient book from the 3k era, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know what he saw that made him look like this.

"It's not an interview, I'm just following you to record various matters of the expedition. To a certain extent, this can be regarded as the tradition of the empire... Moreover, this matter will also help us change the national religion."

The word he used was 'change', not 'outlaw'. In the final analysis, it was because he sat on that damn broken chair for too long. The state religion has been deeply rooted in everyone for ten thousand years.

In the hearts of the people of the empire.

If it were announced for a while that everything the state religion said was nonsense, the Emperor was never a god, he just happened to have 'god-like powers', in addition to eternal life, he could use spiritual energy to extinguish stars, grant blessings, manifest spirits and create immortal legions of curses.

And other than living saints...he really has nothing to do with God.

Let’s not talk about whether anyone will believe it or not, let’s just talk about the consequences directly.

First, rebellion - that's for sure. There will probably be a lot of fanatical people rushing to Terra on their ships to see with their own eyes which blasphemous bastard dared to issue such an order.

Then there is the instability of public sentiment.

The theory of the God-Emperor has been around for ten thousand years. Now, if you tell people that what you believed before is bullshit, what will the common people think? Most people can’t even read, let alone know how to distinguish right from wrong. In this case,

All a thoughtful person needs to do is instigate it a little...the consequences will be disastrous.

Of course, there is the most deadly part: taxes.

He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows and asked casually: "What happens after recording it? You don't plan to publish this book and promote it to all aspects of the empire, do you?"

"You are right." The emperor calmly continued to flip through the books. "Don't worry, this recorder is a nun specially selected by me. She has a rare scientific spirit and broad vision, and is good at accepting all kinds of new things.

Things...will not write you off as some kind of god walking on earth."

"...I don't care if she writes me as Squidward. The key point is that it's not here."

The mage leaned back in his chair, as if he wanted to shrink in: "Seriously, can't you let her have someone else follow the record? Guilliman, Sanguinius, or even Angron. You have to let her

Why are you following my description?"

Speaking of this, the emperor finally raised his head.

He stared at the mage with narrow eyes and asked: "Your problem is still not cured? Do you like to be an unknown guardian? Ha, don't think about it this time, I have to let your name be known to the whole empire after the war.

No."

"We don't have any grudges, right?"

"Of course there is no grudge." The emperor grinned. "Except for you always talking about my family education and the bad father-son relationship, we have no grudge."

"...I didn't discuss your family education and your bad father-son relationship. How can I discuss two things that don't exist?"

The emperor looked at him steadily for two seconds, with a golden light flashing in his eyes, and then stood up and straightened his collar.

"She is on her way." The Lord of Humanity said calmly. "She will be there soon."

After saying this, he disappeared in the flashing golden light.

The mage, who was left with twitching eyes, huddled in the armchair and cursed feebly: "Naughty old man..."

----------------------------------------

Battle Sister Ankosha Corelli did not know the Emperor's opinion of her, otherwise, even she would be very happy.

——However, don’t think that ‘having a scientific spirit and a broad vision, and being good at accepting all kinds of new things’ is a particularly good adjective for the Battle Sisters.

The Emperor is a person who is good at playing with the art of language. If it were other battle sisters who knew Sister Ankosha, most of them would not comment.

This is because Sister Ankosha has really made great achievements in battle, otherwise they would probably start scolding her early in the morning.

Why? Because Sister Ankosha is not only very good at fighting and very loyal, she also has a lot of heretical ideas in her mind.

To pick out some of the more famous deeds, Sister Ankosha once suddenly thought that orcs could be domesticated.

So she grabbed two surviving orcs after a certain battle and tortured...no, educated them for a month and a half.

Eventually, the two orcs couldn't stand being forced to learn the Emperor's Prayer and decided to help each other commit suicide.

They bit each other's belly with their teeth, pulled out their intestines and strangled each other to death.

No one knows how they forcefully suffocated themselves to death without resisting, but there are several phrases written in blood next to the bodies of the orcs.

For example, "the white-haired devil under the golden man" and the like... There are even more blasphemous ones, which I won't go into here.

According to speculation, this should refer to Sister Ankosha.

After this incident, the nun specially summoned her, and no one knew what they talked about.

In short, after two days of private conversations, Sister Ankosha's behavior gained tacit approval. She completely let herself go, and even questioned the existence of the machine soul in front of the mechanical priest.

It was simply the emperor's blessing that those red-robed priests didn't fire on her on the spot.

Having said this, you must have already pictured in your mind the image of a nun who acts crazy and has no scruples - if you really think so, you are totally wrong.

That's not what Sister Ancossa means when she's not sick - no, I mean, when she's normal - but anyway, she's really normal when she's normal.

Such as now.

After receiving permission and boarding the Revenge, Sister Ancossa shook her short white hair, her blue eyes full of curiosity.

She comes from the Order of the Martyred Saints and wears the iconic black and red power armor, which also has many small items that she personally added, adding a bit of playfulness to her seriousness.

At her waist is a mortal-sized bolt gun and a chain sword. Apart from her beautiful appearance and the pen and paper in her hand, she is a standard battle nun.

The standard couldn't be more standard, but you have to ignore the thoughts in her head for this description to be true.

"Hmm... I have never seen this kind of architectural style. It's quite unique, but I don't hate it. According to the introduction of the Array Center, the sunshine and blue sky here come from the ecological dome... It's really

Incredible design, I am even more curious about the captain, he must be an incredible genius."

Sitting in First City's Central Park, she wrote on her vellum notebook.

These things will be published after the expedition is over, and her name will be passed down to future generations of the empire along with the revenge expedition. However, Sister Ancossa actually doesn't care much about this matter. What she wants to do most now is to communicate with that person.

I met a mysterious captain.

"My sisters were quite jealous when they sent me away. Lisa and Lizzo almost cried. In fact, I don't quite understand why the emperor chose me. My belief in him is not very firm. With sisters

In other words, I am a complete heretic."

Writing this, she laughed: "But even this heresy has gone further than them... I can't help but have some guesses, whether the emperor prefers those who regard him as a human being

A nun? I don’t know the answer to the question yet, but I will try my best to find it. May mankind prosper.”

She put down the pen, folded the vellum and put it into her belt. Of course, these things could not be published directly and would definitely be polished by some scholars.

Ankosha had no problem with this. Although she was relatively heretical, she also knew that for most people in the empire, faith was the only way for them to protect themselves.

But...it would be nice if I could meet the captain directly.

As she thought this, the warmth cast by the artificial sunlight above her head was blocked by a person. Looking up, she saw a man wearing a black robe and even a hood standing in front of her.

"Can I sit here?" he asked politely, speaking in Gothic.

"It's all right, sir."

Sister Ancossa glanced at the empty benches around her and nodded to him. She also responded in Gothic with an impeccable attitude. She looked relaxed on the surface, but in fact her nerves were tense.

.

...According to the description, this is a planet battleship. There are probably everyone on it, and based on Ancosha's understanding of imperial society, she has roughly guessed that this suspicious person is probably a man who wants to be in the world.

There is an aristocrat in her who is looking for fun.

He will be disappointed, Ankosha thought.

The hooded man sat down. Ankosha noticed his exposed chin and immediately captured the details.

The skin was a little pale, the beard was cleanly shaved, and the jawline was square and masculine - she squinted her eyes, becoming more convinced of her inference.

You know, only nobles are qualified to pay attention to and take care of their appearance.

Her thinking did not last long, because the man spoke again: "Are you a nun?"

"Yes, the Sisters of Battle." Ankosha emphasized the pronunciation of the word "fight." "From the Sisters of the Martyred Saints."

"Oh, then you must have experienced many battles...can you tell me a story?"

"Of course, I will not refuse the legitimate request of an empire citizen."

After saying this, Ankesha frowned. She always felt that this man's tone was a bit deliberate, as if he was reading it out of a stick.

"I have experienced many battles. The most recent one, for example, was with some nasty Ork greenskins. Ah, do you know Ork?"

"You know, orcs, right? Abominable aliens, green, and it is said that they eat steel and grow up... It's really scary. Alas, I can't bear such fear. If it weren't for a brave lady like you to take our place,

Block them, I'm afraid I don't know where they are now."

"It's just my duty. Your praise is a bit exaggerated for me. I actually didn't do anything." Ankesha said forcefully, her brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

What's going on with this man? His tone...why is it so weird? Why does he sound like a bad actor...

However, in the spirit of science, she began to plan to correct some of this man's concepts.

"Actually, the orcs' diet does not contain steel, but we don't rule out the possibility that some extremely stupid orcs will try it. They—Sir, what's wrong with your eyes?"

The man turned his head sideways, with blue light emitting from his eyes. Ankesha's breath was suffocated. She heard the man say quietly: "What's wrong?"

Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead.

Ankosha wanted to reach for the sword, or leave this place, or use shouting to attract the attention of the previous circle center. But she couldn't do any of the above. She could only sit there quietly, unable to even make a sound.

.

A huge sense of oppression began to come, and the sense of disobedience that had existed from the beginning was getting more and more serious. The man looked at her, and the blue light in his eyes surged, like the undulating tide, which contained a power that she could not understand.

is surging.

This power almost made her addicted. Her brain began to feel dizzy, which was one of the costs of looking directly at the extraordinary power. Her heartbeat also began to beat slower and slower. At the same time, she felt that her neck could move.

Thoughts suddenly appeared in her brain.

Look away, stop looking directly, and the pain will end.

However, Ankesha did not look away. On the contrary, she gritted her teeth and stared into those blue eyes with her stubborn character and steely willpower.

No, she said to herself, she cannot give in.

The stalemate lasted for a while, and just when she was about to lose it, the man sighed and took the initiative to look away.

The feeling of oppression disappeared instantly, and Ankesha began to pant heavily. The inner layer of the power armor was completely wet with sweat. She estimated that her underwear was probably soaked as well, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Then, there was a burst of soft golden light. Her discomfort was swept away. Ankesha watched the man take off his hood, revealing a pale and handsome face. At this time, this face was filled with helplessness.

Smile: "You just don't know what giving up means, do you, nun?"

"......who are you?"

She asked in confusion, what was that golden light...?

"Brother Squidward." The man suppressed his smile and said expressionlessly. "Just kidding, my name is He Shenyan. I am the captain of the Revenge and your main interviewee during the Revenge Expedition. By the way, Sister, you

Have you always been so brave?”

"Brave?" Ankesha pursed her lips and smiled shyly. "No, it's not brave. It's just that surrender is never an option for me."

He Shenyan took a deep look at her. This nun who made him lose the bet with the emperor had a pure soul and heart, which was extremely rare and special.

"Please come with me, nun, and I will show you the place where you will live in the future..."