Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In the icy galaxy, a ship with a style that is different from other human empire ships is flying at an extremely fast speed. It has a silver paint, a golden double-headed eagle shines on the bow, and the streamlined hull is different.

It has a different kind of sharp beauty compared to the bloated Gothic style of other empires.

It doesn't have a name yet, but it will soon.

Cato Sicarius sat on the bed in his room, with the Storm Blade across his knees.

He protected the sword very well - in return, the Storm Blade saved him from those terrible situations more than once. Sicarius raised his right hand, and his index finger carefully and tenderly stroked the blade.

side.

A cold touch passed across his fingers, Sicarius narrowed his eyes, and some emotion began to surge in his heart.

Many priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus insist that any creation of the Ohm Messiah has an organic soul within it, and Sicarius does not object to this statement, nor does he deny it.

So, does his sword, his glory, the storm blade named Talasarian, have an organic soul inside it?

Staring at the surface of the blade, the smooth surface reflected his blurred eyes. Sicarius exhaled and decided to end today's meditation. He picked up the storm blade and sheathed it. At the same time, the room was appropriately lit.

When the lights were turned on, Wen Zhen even spontaneously adjusted the lights to a softer setting.

It was a good thing that the light was not on. It came on, illuminating the darkest corners of the room, and Sicarius was able to see corners that he had never paid attention to before.

An Eldar was sitting there with his knees in his arms, looking at him curiously.

The second company commander of the unrivaled Ultramarines twitched his face and subconsciously wanted to pull out the newly sheathed Storm Blade.

"You want to attack me?"

The Queen of the Night asked, and then stood up slowly. Her graceful and slender body was displayed in front of Sicarius without reservation, but don't think that he would have any other emotions. The second company commander only felt the blood at this moment.

They all froze.

What kind of monster is this...?

"No, I have no intention of attacking you, noble Lylith Hesperax."

Sicarius quickly let go of the hand holding the Storm Blade. He knew that this Eldar could not be here to attack him - otherwise, the pattern would have imprisoned her as early as the moment she entered her room.

.

But the question is, why did she run in quietly? The door to the room has never been opened since he started meditating, which means that Lailis followed him back to the room.

She followed me without letting me notice it at all. Sicarius thought about this and took a deep breath.

"You can remove the three words "noble".

The Queen of the Night nodded towards him and said tactfully in elegant Gothic: "You are my guardian. In terms of class, you are higher than me. Moreover, you are also the heir of the Lord of Ultramar."

.After my observation, I think you are the best among them."

Do you need to say this?

Sicarius cursed secretly, but his face remained calm. He nodded calmly, having completely calmed down his emotions, showing the appearance of a diplomatic envoy.

"You're exaggerating, but there's something else I don't know...the Watcher?"

"Have you forgotten?" Lylis frowned in confusion. "On Macragge's Glory, the Lord of Ultramar said that you should supervise me."

"I have not forgotten the Primarch's orders, but that does not mean that I have to watch over you around the clock - at least not in terms of daily life."

"Is that so? It seems I still have a lot to learn about humans."

Lailis nodded thoughtfully: "I thought you would have the same view on this matter as we do. The person being supervised no longer has any rights. During the supervision process, he will only be the slave of the caretaker."

In just one sentence, the smell of blood permeated the entire room through his lips and teeth. The cruel values ​​of the Dark Eldar could be seen from this, and Sicarius remained indifferent on his face.

He nodded slightly: "We have another view on this...Whether the supervised person can enjoy rights depends on why he was supervised. If he made a mistake, then he needs to prove his worth again.

.If he has committed a serious crime, then he needs to use his life to pay for his crime against the emperor."

"So, which one do I belong to?"

Lylis looked at him curiously - really curious. This Eldar has both childlike innocence and monster-like power. The two completely opposite qualities are mixed together, which is simply terrifying. Why is there such a thing in the galaxy?

Such a thing exists?

Sicarius said: "It is neither."

"what why?"

"I was ordered by the original body to supervise you, but this is just an excuse. The real purpose of the original body is to let me be a buffer bridge between you and the Black Templars. In fact, I do not need to supervise you.

Wen Zhen is doing this all the time."

"Pattern formation?"

Sicarius raised his hand and pointed at the small rotating magic circle above their heads.

"Oh!" Lyris suddenly realized. "It turns out that this thing is called the Pattern Formation... Then, do I need to report to it?"

"No, you don't need to report to it. In fact, Ms. Lelys, you don't need to do anything. You just need to wait, and this ship will take us to the route of the two orcs - of course, this

It is based on the premise that the coordinates extracted from your memory are correct."

"It can't be wrong."

Lylis said categorically: "Aenead can do no wrong."

In response, Sicarius just smiled meaningfully.

"why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, ma'am." Sicarius blurred the matter without leaving any trace. "Then, can you leave my room now?"

"Okay, but why should I leave?"

"......What?"

Sicarius almost thought he heard wrongly - what does this Eldar want to do?

Lylis said as if it was a matter of course: "I don't want to leave. You are the only person on this ship who is not hostile to me."

If you don't leave, I'm afraid I will be hostile to you.

Cato Sicarius, the Knight Champion of Macragge, Grand Duke of Thalassarian, High Lord of Ultramar, and Second Captain of the Unparalleled Ultramarines, sighed deeply.

He said helplessly: "Why do you have such an idea? The Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars, Lord Helbrecht, has issued a death order. No Black Templars are allowed to take action against you or have any form of violence against you."

Disrespectful.”

"That's what I say, but I can feel that they still hate me very much." Lylis lowered her head and shook her head. "They hate me so much... but I have never seen it before.

They, isn’t this strange?”

No, that's not surprising at all... Sicarius wanted to say that, but he couldn't.

So he began to beat around the bush again - the politician identity that he had never used in the past hundred years was now in full effect. He seemed to be possessed by Guilliman, with a flawless and friendly smile on his face.

"It's weird, but they definitely don't have any intention of harming you, please believe me...I swear on my name."

This sentence carried considerable weight. After staring at him for five minutes, Lylis finally nodded and left. Sicarius breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to worry about the future.

This is only the first day...wait, did I forget to ask a question?

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meditation.

Helbrecht was like a statue made of steel, kneeling on one knee with his back straight.

A huge sword blade lay flat on the long table in front of him. This sword was a proof of glory. It itself was synonymous with glory. It came from a bygone era, returning from the fire of grief and shame, bringing with it

Re-emerge with responsibility and faith.

Hero's Sword.

Sword of Sigismund.

The Sword of the Grand Marshal.

What do you see after removing these prefixes?

Helbrecht's answer was always the same.

die.

Moreover, it is also a heavy burden - even for him.

Holding this sword means that you are the leader among the Astartes, and because of this, you need to bear more responsibilities than them. You are responsible for every dead brother, if they are worthless

If you die, it will be your sin.

Helbrecht's lips moved slightly, and he spoke a word quietly.

sin.

He was the only one in the empty training ground. For this prayer, he sent everyone away. Even the priest brothers - he didn't want to do this, but when he thought of his experience on Macragge's Glory that day,

, he was deeply shaken by his faith.

Before he understood the truth of the matter, he did not want his wavering to be transmitted to his fellow priests. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Am I guilty, my lord?"

With helplessness and confusion, Helbrecht asked.

"Only you can judge me, only you can judge whether my soul is pure, so I hereby beg you for a moment of mercy... Dear Emperor, savior of mankind, I kill in your name,

I also wield the sword in your name - but I am still confused...am I guilty?"

The object of his prayer did not answer him. Helbrecht stood up silently. He held Sigismund's sword, but a voice came from behind him.

"Do you think you are guilty?"

The Supreme Marshal turned around, and a negligible amount of time passed. His eyeballs transmitted the captured signal to his mind, allowing him to analyze what the man standing in front of him was - when this signal began to appear in his nerves

When it spread, Helbrecht was stunned.

In his field of vision, this was not a person.

He was made of golden sky fire and blue spiritual light, and was made of storm and lightning bound into the shape of a human being. Just looking at him made Helbrecht feel tingling all over his body.

This pain became particularly severe when his eyes looked over - those shining eyes were condensed with a power that seemed to tear apart the soul. Helbrecht fell to his knees in fear and instinct.

On the ground.

"Stand up." The man said, his tone full of displeasure. "Why do you kneel down?"

So he was lifted up by the powerful force and stood up.

"You, I - no, this..."

Helbrecht had prayed a million times and imagined this scenario a million times. But when it really came, he realized that all the preparations he had made were useless.

He was as helpless as a child.

"Why do you kneel down, Helbrecht?" the man asked again, his tone slowing down.

"Because I am guilty." Helbrecht replied without hesitation.

"What are you guilty of?"

"I-" He was stuck and found that he couldn't answer the question.

Yes, why am I guilty?

"You say you are guilty, but you don't actually think you are guilty. In the final analysis, you are just repeating the same old path of your past. Faith makes you and destroys you. Faith makes you a magic weapon, but it also makes you

Lost the essence of being human.”

The man approached him, his face was calm, but his eyes were hotter than burning stars.

Helbrecht heard him say: "You are not qualified to repent. You must truly realize where your mistakes come from. Otherwise, you will just continue to live as a fanatic believer. Just because your god denies it."

You, you just accept it all and start doubting yourself, and from that point of view, you haven't changed at all."

"Is your belief wrong?"

Having said these words, the Supreme Marshal was almost in tears. He didn't understand or understand why his God wanted to blame him and make things so difficult for him - what had he done wrong?

He was just living according to His requirements... Why was he being questioned like this?

"There is nothing wrong with faith in itself, Helbrecht," the man said. "Error comes from stupidity, from blindness, and faith can bring about these things."

After saying these words, his figure turned into a breeze and disappeared, leaving only Helbrecht standing there. The Supreme Marshal looked at the empty place blankly and at a loss, not knowing what to do.

.

After he stood there for more than five minutes, a sigh finally reached his ears.

Think, Helbrecht, think, don't let faith rule you

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"How do you feel about talking to a fanatic as me?" the Lord of Humanity asked with a smile.

"Not very good." He Shenyan replied dryly. "I wanted to kick him several times, especially after seeing his past."

"You mean the civilians who died under his orders?"

The Emperor sighed thoughtfully: "They have no guilt or regret, and even think that this move is to safeguard the purity of mankind and my majesty - how ridiculous, my majesty is compared with the lives of an entire planet.

Getting up means nothing."

A tiny gleam of light shone in his hand. Staring at the broken golden light, the Emperor said: "You know, Master, this makes me feel as if I have returned to the past, those days on Terra."

"Oh?" He Shenyan raised his eyebrows. "Go on... I'm very interested."

"I have been thinking for countless hours. Many questions have been answered, but one question has never been solved."

The Emperor closed his palms and said sharply: "What exactly is religion to mankind?"

"I have been the gods and prophets of many religions. I led them on the road to civilization and progress, and then left, leaving everything to humans themselves. In the end, I found that they were just using my power to lift each other up.

Swordsman."

"The lords and the church use my name and the power of superstition and ignorance to rule the common people, depriving them of knowledge, depriving them of the possibility of progress, and even depriving people of their love for each other. They sow hatred and return the world to darkness. They kill each other, but

Screaming my name."

"So, I understood... After paying such a huge price, I realized that religion is a stubborn disease, a cancer, something that will make everyone miserable as long as it is contaminated."

"Human beings must be wary of it, just like they are wary of chaos. During the Unification Era and the Great Crusade, I have always tried my best to avoid being overly deified. I even went through several wars without taking action for this purpose... I am too

I’m afraid of religion, I’m scared to death. I’m afraid that another religion named after me will appear and then harm all human beings.”

The Emperor's candid answer only received a smile from the mage.

And with a bit of sarcasm.

"Then it appeared, and it was unprecedentedly huge." He Shenyan said with a smile. "In this day and age, almost everyone believes in you. How does it feel?"

"It sucks." The Emperor sighed. "And you've seen the consequences... Fanatics do evil things in my name, and they don't feel they are wrong at all."

"Okay, don't feel sorry for yourself like an old man."

He Shenyan yawned: "You have plenty of time to correct all this, don't pretend like it's irreversible."

"Some things are indeed irreversible."

"Tsk."

The mage frowned and looked at the old man squatting on the ground with annoyance, then curled his lips and said, "It's really a pleasure chatting with you."

"I can tell you're being sarcastic to me."

"How dare I? I don't want you to force a battle sister onto the ship to interview me again."

"What about those two?"

"Oh." He Shenyan narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly. "I understand, you are threatening me."

"I don't."

"I can hear you threatening me - great Emperor, you are really a first-rate petty person. Just take your time and roast the meat here while I go to discuss with Guilliman how to replenish the Weeper Chapter.

Member..."

The emperor was silent for a while and pursed his lips.

"Give them the best," he said. "They deserve it."

He Shenyan rolled his eyes: "You don't have to say it."