Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

no answer.

As it should.

Fubo stood up straight in silence and had already collected his emotions. They were sinners, and being alive was already a gift from the emperor. How could they dare to ask for more?

But...the air began to feel heavy.

Then, a voice sounded. But he couldn't hear it clearly.

A hurricane blew up in the command room, and Fubo's eyes lit up with intense and pure light. The roaring storm came from a distance, carrying extremely huge emotions.

The wall gradually became transparent, and he felt as if he was in the universe, dotted with stars, and Malvolion, who was about to be completely swallowed by the insect nest, floated quietly at his feet, burning without saying a word.

......What?

......What's this?

Fubo looked at everything in front of him blankly. He couldn't understand it and could only watch passively. And the voice began to get closer and closer, reaching his ears from the other end of the void, close to the ground

Until he can hear it completely.

He heard clearly and understood completely.

Weep not, Fobo Lileo. The suffering of the weepers will end today.

"Is it you? The Emperor?!"

The voice didn't answer, but Fubo's vision quickly left his body.

He saw 'himself' still standing in the command room, silently lowering his head. But his soul seemed to have reached a higher dimension. In that infinitely stretched field of vision, he saw a golden brilliance.

The light was beside him, floating quietly and burning silently.

The warm and genial light shone on his illusory soul. Fu Bo wanted to cry, but stopped the thought abruptly.

Just because he said not to cry.

You are not guilty

A voice came from within the glow.

No one can pronounce you guilty, no one is qualified...but the mistake has been made, so bear witness to it all

Billions of golden glows poured out from the void and enveloped Fu Bo's body.

The scenery in front of him began to change rapidly, and the dark vacuum was torn into illogical afterimages at an extremely fast speed, passing through his eyes in a form that he could not understand, and the howling hurricane roared into his ears.

Then, everything fell silent.

One second, he was floating in space. The next second, he had arrived above Mavolion.

"Boom——!"

The black clouds were scattered by the sudden appearance of thunder - no, those were not clouds, they were a collection of overly dense seas of insects. There were so many of them that they even obscured the sky.

Lightning struck, the chitin carapace began to burn violently, and golden lightning began to wreak havoc in the air. The swarms of insects began to surge, curling up densely, and the burnt but not dead insects on the periphery began to curl up their bodies.

.

Their limbs collided and their exoskeletons rubbed against each other. They stared at their ugly eyes with nothing but appetite, and wordlessly used their bodies to protect those of their own race who had not been harmed by lightning.

They have no life of their own, and a higher level of will controls them. They are just puppets, tools with only instincts, and they are born to eat everything.

Seeing this scene, Fu Bo felt chilled in his heart.

But that lightning was just the beginning.

A dark opening appeared in the sky, as if someone had pierced the sky with a knife. From this opening, endless flames surged out violently. The scorching sky fire came here with a decision of will, and with incomparable hatred,

Burn them completely to ashes.

In an absolutely unnatural way, the flames began to burn and surge above the clouds. The insects could not resist this power. They did not scream, but they were dying.

"Emperor..."

Fubo muttered to himself, but he could only say these three words. He kept repeating and chanting, but he could no longer formulate sentences.

He couldn't understand.

But he doesn't need to understand, he just needs to witness.

Witness,Forbo Lileo

The voice rang again, and the golden light once again carried him to a certain hillside.

Here, a scarred Astartes was waving the chainsword in his hand to protect the civilians behind him. Two Mordian Iron Guards used their light guns to cover the Astartes, but it had little effect.

Several knife bugs had already broken through the defense line formed by the single Astartes, and were about to tear apart the Iron Guard's bodies and pierce the innocent civilians with their poisonous claws.

"No!" Fubo shouted with eyes wide open.

He had already recognized who the Astartes were—Second Captain Volturno, who was faithfully upholding the traditions of the Lamenters. Slaughterhouse Three was a tragedy, but it did not waver them in the slightest.

No matter how many years have passed, the Lamenters still firmly believe that their existence is to protect those innocent people who cannot hold a weapon to protect themselves.

They embraced it as a creed, practiced it silently and without regrets, and believed that Sanguinius and the Emperor would be proud of them.

witness

Volturno's movement of swinging the sword stopped. No, it was not just that. His whole body stopped in place, his movements stopped completely, and even the trembling of his eyeballs stood straight.

Then came the Iron Guards. Their fingers on the trigger stopped halfway, and their expressions of fear and courage were frozen, like an extremely realistic and highly skilled oil painting.

There was also the knife insect. Its blade-like forelimbs suddenly stretched out and maintained its elongated posture. Its powerful hind limbs were raised, and it was about to pierce the iron guard's body, but it stopped moving.

——They all stopped in place and stopped moving.

The air even became viscous, huge pressure and hatred came from the other side of the void, and the blade insect that was about to kill the Iron Guard began to disintegrate from the front end.

Its ugly body began to turn into flying fragments inch by inch, as did the blade-shaped forelimbs that were about to touch the iron guard's body. After a third of a second, the knife insect disappeared from the place, replaced by a puddle of ashes.

Anyone who tries to hurt you will die

The head of a Tyranid warrior hiding behind the swarm suddenly exploded. It was the temporary commander of these swarms and was responsible for serving as a temporary transit station in the synaptic network, but its life ended here.

The intense anger caused ripples in the air, and for some reason, Fubo could feel this anger.

He opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

He just looks.

He witnessed.

As his mind sank, he was able to get closer to the glorious interior.

With extreme luck and misfortune, he was able to glimpse the tip of the glorious and angry iceberg - Fubo had already seen the huge iceberg under the calm deep sea. It was obviously only a tiny point, but it had already begun to panic his nerve endings.

pain.

Indescribable deep sorrow, incomprehensible severe pain, indescribable yet terrifying anger that had no way of venting - Fubo began to scream, silently screaming, silently whining, and tears of blood fell from his eyes.

The soul cannot shed tears, but Fu Bo is crying.

Flames appeared, and the group of motionless gargoyles in the sky were completely torn apart. Their claws, fangs, and bone spurs exploded together with their flesh and blood, but they stopped in the air and could no longer fall.

And Fubo was still screaming.

He saw it—or, rather, he thought he saw it.

He thought he was in contact with the Emperor, and he couldn't help but feel the sadness within this radiance. The excessive sadness began to dissolve his soul.

Until the sound sounded again.

These are my emotions, not yours, Fubo Lileo

Don't be affected by them

As if lightning flashed across his mind, Fubo recovered from the severe pain. The emotions he had just glimpsed completely disappeared from his heart, and there was no trace of them anymore. But his soul was stained.

A little bit of fuzzy golden color.

He came back to his senses and continued to look. Death was still going on. No, death would not stop.

Those abominable swarms of insects that overwhelmed the mountains, farmland, grasslands and oceans - they began to die in pieces. They were burned to death, crushed into a puddle of dust by anger, and chopped into coke by lightning. There are countless ways to die.

, the quantity cannot be calculated.

They are dying, dying all the time, because they deserve to die.

And the paused time has not yet begun to flow.

Fubo's vision was raised again, above the vacuum. Not far from Mavolion, there was a huge adult insect floating in the vacuum, staring at him with eyes full of appetite. A chill swept through his body, and he felt vomiting.

Then, with just one glance, Fu Bo's soul was almost shattered.

My promise is not over yet, it will last until the end of time, Fubo Lileo

The brilliance was so great that even the dark vacuum was brightened. The rich darkness was dispelled. This time, Fubo saw clearly - it was not a huge adult insect, but an extremely huge biological fleet. With their number

To put it bluntly, the number of insects that landed on Mavolion is not even a drop in the bucket!

However, they are retreating.

Fubo stared at this scene in a daze, not knowing how he should react. He didn't even know whether what he had just experienced was true or false. This dream-like experience made him feel as if he was stepping on the clouds, and everything was filled with uncertainty.

Real feeling.

It was all so beautiful, so beautiful that he instinctively refused to believe it. They had never been trusted or protected, and they had been fighting alone.

Yes, you were never protected, but not anymore

Those who fight have their own rewards

"Crack-!"

The lightning fell and Fu Bo's body trembled suddenly. He found himself back inexplicably, standing in the quiet command room.

He heard the sound of running outside the corridor. The technical sergeant opened the door, fully armed, and six battle brothers followed behind him. An old battle flag was erected at the end of the team, and a teardrop like blood was on it.

Swaying slowly.

"Chapter Commander, we are ready."

The technical sergeant's eyes were red and he spoke in a voice like a devil: "All seven members of the Lamenters have been assembled, and the Thunderhawk gunship has been debugged and is ready to take off at any time. The servitors and servo skulls have been programmed. Only

The remaining one hundred and thirty servants have also been settled. We only need to wait for your orders!"

He took a step forward, his expression seemed to be crying, but the muscles at the corners of his mouth forced a broken smile, and two completely different emotions began to surge on this weather-beaten face.

"Order, my lord! For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!" Six firm voices sounded behind him.

However, Fubo did not answer their words - in their eyes, the chapter leader just raised his trembling hand and pointed at the battle flag.

They looked back.

The Battle Flag of Tears - the only sacred object of the Lamenters. After the Badab War, it was repaired by the nuns of the Order of Pronasto who belonged to the Order of the Sisters of War. This flag is covered with their tears.

.And now, those bright red teardrops are gradually turning into gold.

A masterpiece of golden light.

The howling wind came from the other end of the void, and the glow rushed out together. The old edges of the battle flag began to become brand new, the faded paint became vivid again, the pure skull on the flagpole turned into a glass-like crystal material, and the golden

The teardrops began to sparkle and shine brightly.

The light hit their faces, and then a voice sounded.

Those who fight have their own rewards

You are guiltless, you are guiltless, you weepers

from today

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Volturno felt as if his thinking had been stopped for a moment.

After coming back to his senses, he realized that this was not an illusion - his chain sword was still roaring, and it relied on inertia to cut down. There was originally a knife insect where it cut down, but now there was nothing.

.

Not only that, the endless sea of ​​insects coming from down the hillside also completely disappeared.

what happened......?

He turned around blankly. Seventeen mortals were unscathed, and the two iron guards also looked back blankly.

Solich dropped the light gun and touched his chest.

"S-Sir..."

A small voice came from his throat, and then a trembling cry: "Sir! The Emperor appears! The Emperor appears!"

Ashes on the ground rose with the wind. Volturno looked up and found that the swarms of insects that had covered the sky had completely disappeared. It was as if they had never been to Malvolion.

Volturno turned off the chainsword and hung it back on his waist. The second captain of the Lamenters squatted down, turned his back to everyone and touched the ashes on the ground with his fingers. Crystal water drops fell,

Dripping into the ashes.

He stood up, turned around, and spoke softly, almost like an Astartes: "Yes, he has appeared."

"He saved you, saved all of us..." Volturno looked like he was crying and smiling at the same time.

The turbulent and complicated emotions were detonated after these words. The civilians had been waiting with fear for Volturno's sentencing. They knew that now, they were truly safe. They no longer had to worry about those bugs.

Because the Emperor has saved them.

Cheers rang out, and the one-armed mother cried silently while holding her skinny child. Her child raised his head in her arms, looking at the sky with innocent eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the sky.

cried out.

Volturno raised his head and saw a Thunderhawk gunship flying quickly through the clouds towards them.

He smiled sincerely and shed tears, no longer hiding them.