Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sanguinius almost jumped out of his chair when he saw Fulgrim being carried aboard.

At that time, the archangel was not reading a book, but was holding a piece of wood in his hand and carving. The pattern projected to him the moment of Fulgrim and Sanguinius being carried by the emperor's sons.

His expression can only be described as wonderful.

Who could hurt Fulgrim like this?

The answers from the emperor's sons surprised him.

Fifteen minutes after Phoenix was put into the second remaining medical cabin on the spacecraft, he finally woke up slowly. The powerful body of the original body and the miraculous healing ability of the medical cabin were superimposed on each other, and he finally emerged from the coma.

I woke up but couldn't speak yet.

His vocal cords were damaged, and the damage was so complete that Fulgrim could only talk to Sanguinius through the thought projection ability built into the array.

His first words after waking up were a question.

"Where are my sons?" Fulgrim asked, his face pale and lying in the blue liquid.

"They are fine. There are no casualties. They are just worried about you." Sanguinius said. "Do you need me to call them in?"

"No."

Fulgrim exhaled a long breath: "There is no need for them to see me like this... Where is Angron?"

"Same as you, lying in the medical cabin unable to move." Sanguinius laughed. "He kept clamoring to come out. I don't know why. He was particularly resistant to lying in the medical cabin."

Phoenix rolled his eyes, the flesh on his left hand was recovering at a slow speed: "Stupid..."

"So, talk to me, Fulgrim."

Sanguinius put his hand on the transparent glass of the medical cabin, stared into Fulgrim's eyes, and said softly: "If you don't mind."

"What are you talking about?" Fulgrim asked. "I don't need any post-war psychological counseling, Sanguinius. I know what I am doing, and I also know what I am fighting."

He closed his eyes, his face still pale, but his calm face somehow made his words more believable. Sanguinius looked at his seriously injured brother and suddenly smiled with some relief.

"Why are you laughing?" Fulgrim asked with his eyes closed.

"Nothing, brother." The archangel replied with a smile. "I was just sighing - well, I thought of some things in the past."

"What happened in the past?"

"Yes, do you still remember that time when Horus and Russ were drunk, and the two of them shouted in the palace that they wanted to fight with a forbidden soldier?"

In the silver room, the conversation between the two lasted for a long time.

They talked about the past, about the beautiful moments ten thousand years ago. At that time, the brothers had not yet turned against each other, and the galaxy was still peaceful. Human beings never relied on ignorance and superstition to arm themselves. Technology and truth were the way they understood the world. The flames of war never burned everyone.

In the world, at that time, their ideals were still pure and beautiful.

They fought under their father's command and fought for all mankind. Although their methods were different, they all believed that the future would be better.

It may be human instinct to miss the past. We do it every night. Even the Emperor cannot escape this. And his memories are probably the largest in the entire universe.

The Lord of Mankind sat on an ordinary chair, looking at the palace in front of him with a sad expression. The entire hall was empty, with a few torches burning on the walls, making crackling sounds from time to time.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a palace. Otherwise, the Imperial Guards would never let him sit alone in a place like this. What's more, this palace is not suitable for his status.

The mural above the head has been worn away, and the walls on all sides have been washed away by time to reveal their original appearance. The paint and decorations have long since turned into fly ash. Even the torches were just lit by him.

Where is this place? Is it a hidden ruin in the galaxy? Or is it a place left over from a golden age known only to the Emperor himself?

neither.

This is a tomb - to be precise, the tomb that the Emperor prepared for himself a long, long time ago.

"I never thought you would come to a place like this. It's so shabby."

"Show some respect for my tomb," said the Emperor. "It was not like this before."

"What does it look like?" He Shenyan fell to the ground, shook his neck, and asked.

"My original idea was a hidden energy supply device."

The Emperor stood up and pointed to the center of the hall: "My coffin will be placed there, and it will continuously extract the energy from my body to power the entire Terra...at least originally."

"Then why is it designed to look like a palace?"

"I didn't want to." The emperor smiled bitterly. "But Malcador insists on it, and I don't want to quarrel with him over this matter."

The mage came over, sat on the chair and stretched out: "Where is Angron's soul?"

"Give it to the other me."

The mage raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised: "Why, it's popular for you to exchange sons with each other now? It's a very elegant hobby."

"...it's better to avoid such jokes."

The Emperor rubbed his brows: "I just think that Angron deserves a chance to come back. After I removed all traces of contamination from his soul, there is one that he has never betrayed and has never been implanted.

The world of Butcher's Nail should be able to give him this opportunity."

"Have you asked him?"

He Shenyan rubbed his hands, and a pile of cracked firewood poured out of the void, followed by stones, surrounding the firewood. A spark ignited in the firewood, and a simple fire appeared. He

He squatted down without any image, moved closer to the fire and stretched out his hands to feel the temperature.

"......No."

"So you're back to your old habit of doing this without asking his wishes."

He Shenyan said without looking back: "I knew it would be like this. The longer you live, the better you will be, especially for a living fossil like you. After human nature gets the upper hand, it starts to seek compensation endlessly. Ha, have you ever?

Ever thought about whether Angron would be willing?"

The emperor did not answer this sentence, but silently moved his head.

"Well, what do you think Angron will think when he wakes up? I think his first thought should be, 'Why am I still alive?' After he figures out what is going on, he will probably start

I broke some things. As for whether it will kill anyone, I think it won’t happen.”

He Shenyan clapped his fingers and said: "Look, he doesn't have the Butcher's Nails now. You have burned away the pollution of Khorne. The most important thing is that he still has a group of people who are completely loyal to him, called Aspen."

The offspring of Tate's model, wow, what a dream situation."

"So, will he accept it?"

The mage finally turned his head and said in a faint tone: "Do you think he will accept it, great emperor?"

"...Did I do something stupid?"

"ha!"

"...I did something stupid, didn't I?"

"Yes, yes, great Emperor."

He Shenyan rolled his eyes, stood up, and said in a loud voice: "You just did a bad thing with good intentions - ah, how to describe this thing? Let me think about it...

"

"Yes!" He clapped his hands. "You must have Alzheimer's disease, my emperor, otherwise this is completely unexplainable! Why did your brain, the most intelligent human being in the universe, suddenly have problems?"

The emperor said nothing and silently walked to the corner of the palace to examine the weathered murals. The mage made a muffled laugh behind him.

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His Highness Guilliman, Regent of the Empire - No, this meeting may need to be described differently.

Robert Guilliman, unable to move due to the rampant magic caused by practicing magic for seventeen hours, was lying on a large bed with a gloomy expression, and a portable personal terminal was reporting to him on today's government affairs.

Yes, even if he can't move, he still has to deal with government affairs.

"Seventeen trading ships are anchored at Lionsgate Port today. Three of them have been involved in smuggling. Are guards sent to arrest them?"

"What's the specific content of the smuggling?"

"Please wait."

The personal terminal trembled, projecting a pale blue light screen, just enough for Guilliman to look at the three smuggling ships without turning his head, and sighed.

"It's the statue of Sanguinius again... Ultramar, how much do they like my brother? Are the profits so huge?"

"According to data from the Ministry of Military Affairs, most smugglers will choose to smuggle statues or paintings of Sanguinius. It is less dangerous, extremely profitable, and easy to get rid of. If caught, you will not be sentenced to death. And the demand

Most of the world is a world without war, and the routes are safe enough."

The personal terminal described the information neatly: "To this day, the statue of Sanguinius has become an important hard currency that can replace currency in some worlds."

"Save this message and send it to my brother when he returns to the signal network."

Guilliman grimaced, trying not to laugh out loud: "Then tell him that this is my greeting...anything else?"

"Yes, Ms. Yin Freni is outside the door asking the guard if she can come in."

"...I know, I can hear what they are saying, anything else?"

"Today's affairs have been processed, and the next round of reports is expected to be sent within three hours. You also have a meeting with the Ministry of Military Affairs today about the colonial plan. Do you need to set this matter as a high priority?

?”

"No need, just inform me fifteen minutes before the meeting."

After finishing these trivial matters, Guilliman shouted to the door expressionlessly: "Stop arguing outside, Sicarius, let her in!"

Two seconds later, the door was pushed open. His second captain, Sicarius, stared at the ceiling intently and turned sideways, allowing Yin Frene to walk in easily. The elf did not forget to show his face to him.

A smile like a winner. After she came in, the door was quickly closed.

Then there were the deliberate sounds of heavy footsteps, and Sicarius even coughed loudly, telling the original body that he was gone.

This traitor... Guilliman narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone: "What's the matter with you?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

The elf smiled happily, came to him with superhuman agility, stretched out his hand to cover Guilliman's mouth, and said softly: "Shh, little Robert, you are a wounded person now."

The corners of Guilliman's eyes began to twitch.

Yin Fuleni was also smart. She gave up when she felt like it, and quickly pulled a chair that was too big for her and sat down.

"Ahem, then, the Regent of the Human Empire, the Lord of Ultramar, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Avenger, the Victorious——"

"——Stop pronouncing those damn titles." Guilliman interrupted her expressionlessly. "If you have anything to do, just tell me quickly. I still have a meeting to attend."

"Okay, you ignorant idiot."

Yin Frene glanced at him dissatisfied: "Lalys Hesperax, have you heard of this name?"

Of course Guilliman had heard of it.

Lys Hesperax, also known as the Queen of the Night, was once the queen of the Arena of Commorragh. Although she didn't like wearing clothes and armor, the title of queen was not earned by relying on her body.

But it was actually killed.

However, please note.

Lys Hesperax is the only person in the Arena of Commorragh who can easily stand out without being transformed, blessed with divine grace, holding an ancient artifact, or even wearing armor.

Her equipment is two slender daggers, which are frequently replaced. Then there is a headband with sharp barbs used to restrain her flaming red hair, and a set of light clothes and long hair that are very disrespectful to her opponents.

tube socks.

Yes, she doesn't even wear shoes.

One of the most dangerous killers in the universe is now on the Macragge's Glory. She has been here for more than three years and has always kept to herself. She rarely leaves her room or participates in any activities on the ship.

, she is very quiet and completely different from the rumors.

However, please don’t get me wrong. His Highness the Regent allowed her to come on board not because she is an elf, but because she does not like to torture living creatures for fun like other people in Comoros. She is a complete alien. Compared to

Her fellow racer, Lalis, can be considered a 'normal person'.

Guilliman frowned deeply. Lys was not an easy man. Although she had joined Yinfreni's Death Army, she had also done a lot in awakening Guilliman...

.But his vigilance did not lower at all.

After all, this is a monster that can defeat an Astartes champion in a one-on-one fight without armor.

Yin Fryne knew from the look on his expression that Guilliman was probably thinking of something bad. The elf shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Don't think too badly of Lys, Robert. She is actually a very quiet person.

.”

Quiet?

Guilliman said nothing.

"Okay, okay, I knew you would react this way. Anyway, it's up to you whether you believe it or not... I came to you because Yinniede sent a revelation to her."

"The God of Death you believe in?"

Not only did Guilliman's brows not relax, but they furrowed even tighter - the reason why Yin Frené cooperated with him was because of the revelation of this god of death, but so far, there is still very little information about her. Even Yin Frené herself

I can't even explain the purpose of the God of Death.

"Yes, the God of Death we believe in... at least respect her a little bit." Yin Freni shrugged. "But that's not the point. The point is that coming to Liz requires a ship and your permission."

"What is she going to do?"

"Kill some orcs." Yin Frene said. "She didn't tell me the specific details... She just said that it would be good for us all."

Orcs? What does this have to do with those beasts?

"Don't tell me that your number one killer is going to fight for the welfare of all mankind..." As he thought, he used the rhetoric of a politician to start the topic. "How can I trust her? No,

How can I trust you, Yinfreni?"

"You don't have to believe me, honey."

Guilliman did not correct her this time, but remained silent for a while: "Call her over."

"Oh." Yin Freni raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised.

"how?"

"It's nothing, Robert, it's nothing..." Yin Freni still looked at him with a surprised expression. "I just didn't expect you to be so courageous."

Guilliman knew what she was referring to after just a moment's thought. The Regent narrowed his eyes in displeasure: "Just because I can't move temporarily doesn't mean I can't protect myself - let her come over!"

Ten minutes later, the heavily armed Sicarius, Chapter Commander Marius, and a group of victorious soldiers brought Liz to a conference room. Guilliman was sitting at the head, staring at her calmly.

The Queen of the Night really doesn't like to wear clothes, but considering this kind of occasion, she needs to wear something. Yin Freni still forced her to put on a coat, and the Queen of the Night kept her face downcast because of this, and seemed very unhappy.

Happy. Her expression made Sicarius nervous beside him.

The Second Captain felt a sting like a needle from this unarmored Eldar. He did not dare to relax at all, and at the same time he could not understand why the original body wanted to receive this dangerous spirit when he was unable to move.

clan.

After exchanging glances with Marius, the two nodded slightly in tacit understanding. As long as this Eldar showed the slightest hint of dangerous thoughts, he and the Chapter Leader standing behind Lyris would immediately kill her.

"So, Queen of the Night, Lys Hesperax... hello."

"Hello, noble Lord of Ultramar, I wish you good health."

After hearing Liss's voice, Guilliman was a little surprised - he thought he would hear a hoarse or resolute voice, at least consistent with her status as a gladiator. Unexpectedly, the voice he heard was so sweet.

Like...

"Your voice is a little different from what I imagined."

Lisi nodded gracefully, showing respect and obedience, but without losing her dignity: "Few people can hear me, and most people are afraid of me."

"Maybe it's because they have to be afraid of you." Guilliman said meaningfully. "After all, you are the one who can cut through the Terminator's power armor just by flicking your hair."

"That's just a rumor." Lyris shook her head. "Just like human beings are weak and inferior, it's a rumor. I just used the barb on the head rope to cut into the gap in the armor. That Chaos Terminator is also relatively difficult to deal with.

enemy."

Guilliman thought, difficult to deal with? Does that mean you kill him one on one in three minutes?

After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "Yin Freni said, you want a ship and my permission?"

"Yes, Lord of Ultramar."

She lowered her head, not caring about the exposed slender neck. Sicarius beside her immediately turned his head, his hand on the hilt of the sword ready to move, but Liz didn't care about this and just continued to speak.

"I need a boat, and if possible, some help would be great."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to intercept some orcs and prevent them from going where they want to go."

"What orcs? Which orcs?"

"One is named Old Captain, and the other is named Rifting Face." Lyris's words were fluent and smooth, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times. "Their destination is the Octalius Sector. If they succeed there

Together, you and your empire will be greatly threatened."

"first--"

Guilliman raised his hand with great reluctance. The original body's constitution allowed him to do such an action.

"——This is not, 'my empire', understand? I am just the regent...Secondly, where did you get this news?"

"Yinnied told me." the deadliest Eldar killer replied innocently and simply. "She said that I must kill these two orcs, otherwise they will form an unstoppable force after gathering.

."

"The original body..."

Chapter Commander Marius suddenly interjected: "There are indeed a large number of orcs in the Octarius sector, and their leader is suspected to be the infamous Bonecrusher. However, according to the report of the former Inquisitor Kuipman four years ago,

The intelligence reported years ago showed that the orcs there were fighting a Leviathan hive fleet coming from afar."

Guilliman nodded to him, then turned to look at Lylis with a questioning expression.

"You don't know something, Lord of Ultramar."

The Eldar did not feel the slightest displeasure at being interrupted and remained respectful: "After the Great Rift opened, countless Khorne demonic armies jumped out of the subspace storm and started fighting against both of them at the same time. The Zerg were severely damaged.

After the warp storm dissipated, Khorne's demon army disappeared, and more orcs survived than zerg, so they had the upper hand."

"And now, they are slowly eroding the Zerg's vitality..."

Needless to say what follows. Guilliman naturally knows what these orcs will do when they have nothing to kill, especially since these orcs have all survived after fighting against the Tyranids.

He frowned, the seriousness of the problem no longer needed to be stated.

"...I allow you to bring a ship to intercept the orcs who want to gather with the Octalius sector, but you must be supervised, do you have any objections?"

"No, Lord of Ultramar."

"very good."

Guilliman turned his head and his eyes were already on Sicarius, who had been staring at Lyris's neck from the beginning: "Sicarius, you are responsible for overseeing her - I

Some warriors from the Black Templar Chapter will be assigned to go with you, they are the best at killing aliens."

The Second Company Commander raised his head and responded loudly: "As you command, Primarch!"