Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan sighed.

He sighs often. He has sighed several times every day since he started learning magic. If there was a sighing competition, he should be able to take the top place.

But this time the reason was not because of himself.

"Can you believe it?" He turned to ask the emperor. "Those two guys actually want Steve to be their divine choice."

The emperor put down the carved chess piece in his hand expressionlessly, then picked up another one and continued carving: "I believe it. How can I not believe what I have seen with my own eyes?"

"What are they thinking?"

"No one can know." The emperor buried his head in carving. "I am serious, no one can know what they are thinking. The gods of the orc race are as incomprehensible as they are."

The Emperor has lived for a long time, almost as long as human history. So he has long understood that some things are best not to get to the bottom of things. But He Shenyan can't do this. After all, he is a mage. It is them who get to the bottom of it.

Their stubbornness is also a necessary condition for them to become mages.

"I have to figure this out," he said stubbornly.

This time it was the Emperor's turn to sigh.

He took off the glasses on his nose and looked at He Shenyan with serious eyes: "It's best not to try to clarify the existence form and essence of those two guys. Tzeentch once tried to do this when he was not dead. It

Screamed in the warp for a thousand years and then forced myself to forget all about the existence of the orc gods."

"Are you afraid that I will go crazy?"

"It's not that you're afraid." The emperor said expressionlessly. "If you really do that, you will definitely go crazy, believe me."

Speaking of this, his face turned a bit pale: "...They exist in subspace, but they were not there from the beginning. No place like subspace can change or impregnate them.

Essentially, after knowing this, I stopped thinking about them."

"Okay, now that you say so...but, I think we have to consider the consequences of letting them do this."

The mage held up his cheek and looked up at the night sky of Terra through the unrenovated ceiling of the palace in boredom: "Steve has become an orc boss. Although I don't think waghhh's position can change his mind, but with his style

, he will definitely take this group of orcs to do something."

"I believe him," the Emperor said. "I don't think any outside force could have twisted Steve Rogers' mind."

"You make it sound like I don't believe him."

The mage rolled his eyes: "First of all, those two guys are definitely happy to see war, right?"

"That's right." The emperor nodded.

"Secondly, the Bonecrusher under their command is fighting a Tyranid swarm fleet in the Octarius sector, right?"

"That's right."

The mage clapped his hands and said nothing more, but the emperor already understood what he meant.

He frowned in a rare way, and then sighed - what else can be said? Anyway, the Zerg should really fight...

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Anjiade woke up with a burst of warmth.

Opening his eyes, a soft light lit up, illuminating the room. He coughed twice uncomfortably, and some viscous liquid gushes out of his mouth and quickly evaporated. He realized that he seemed to be lying somewhere now.

Plant something inside.

This is...the treatment cabin?

He originally wanted to observe again, but the cabin opened automatically. Anjiade sat up, a blue light flashed past, the liquid on his body began to evaporate rapidly, the side of the treatment cabin popped open, and a set of clothes appeared.

Anjiade put on his clothes in silence and stepped on the ground with his bare feet. He found that he felt better than ever before. It was not just that the previous injuries were healed, but also some of the hidden injuries left by years of war.

Completely restored.

Incredible...

Anjiade took a deep look at the treatment cabin and pursed his lips. It would be great if they also had such a thing...

A voice sounded just above his head, interrupting his self-sentiment: "Brother Anjiade, are you feeling okay?"

"I...feel very good. Who is talking to me?"

"I am the main control unit of this ship, the core of the array." The voice continued. "You can understand me as an artificial intelligence with low-level self-awareness. Do you need anything?"

"Hate intelligence?!"

Anjiade took a breath, and then immediately asked loudly according to the manual of the Ministry of Military Affairs: "Will you betray me and kill me?!"

"...I can't understand, Brother Anjiade." Wen Zhen paused for several seconds before answering him. "The meaning of my existence is to assist humans in completing various things they need. I will not betray you.

I can't kill you either, my underlying logic doesn't allow me to do so."

A self-disguised hateful intelligence!

Anjiade leaned back, as if he was greatly frightened - The Emperor is above!

He was alert and immediately wanted to find a weapon to protect himself, but the door was opened at this moment, and an Astartes wearing mk7 power armor walked in without a helmet and two silver service nails on his forehead.

The gleaming Imperial Sky Eagle with white chest stared at him silently and powerfully, with a crimson fist on its right shoulder plate.

Anjiade felt a little at ease, they were blood brothers, the Crimson Fist Chapter, and they were both sons of Dorn.

"Don't panic, Brother Anjiade." Na Astarte said. "Contrary to what you think, the pattern does not hate intelligence... It was created by divine power, and it will never do anything.

Behavior that endangers us... But why do you act like you know nothing about the formation?"

"Because I hate this... No, I don't know anything about the core of this array!" Anjiade said loudly.

"Have you never seen the formation on your own ship?"

The Astartes raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Your ship is also controlled by an array, which is strange."

What?!

Anjiade immediately realized that the Supreme Marshal was hiding something from them - but why?

The question was not answered immediately, because Astarte spoke again: "Please come with me, Brother Anjiade, there is a gentleman who wants to see you."

"In such clothes?"

Anjiade did not agree immediately. He felt that the 'sir' was probably the Chapter Master of the Crimson Fist Chapter. As an Emperor's Champion, if he went to meet a Chapter Master under such circumstances, it would be simply...

An insult to the Black Templars!

He must maintain the image of his Chapter.

So he said: "Please at least let me put on my power armor, this...?"

The Astartes said understandingly: "Kalidor, just call me Kalidor."

"Okay, Brother Kalido, may I put on my power armor?"

"Unfortunately, Brother, your power armor has been seriously damaged. In fact, we spent a lot of time taking it off you, and it is now being repaired."

"Is that so? I understand..."

Anjiade pursed her lips, and while following Calido, asked: "Does that adult care about etiquette? I hope I won't be too rude wearing such clothes..."

He pointed to his bare feet.

"oh!"

Calido raised his eyebrows in surprise, then laughed dumbly: "Don't worry, Brother Anjiade, that gentleman is very easy-going, just come with me. You don't need to be too nervous, he just wants to see you, that's all

.”

So, after fifteen minutes of walking that made Anjiade nervous, they arrived at a silver-gray door.

Calido knocked on the door, and a convincing voice came from the door: "Come in."

"Go in, brother." Kalido turned sideways and whispered, not calling Anjiade "monk" again, but a closer brother.

An Jiade felt a little at ease, nodded gratefully to him, then opened the door and went in.

What appeared in front of him was a huge library. Almost everything he could see were bookshelves filled with books. A man who looked extremely tall even when he was sitting was sitting behind a heavy mahogany table, holding a book in his hand.

He was reading a book and just raised his head to look at him.

The moment their eyes met, Anjiade started to tremble all over.

It is difficult to describe the feeling at that moment. He seemed to be struck by lightning and his mind was clear. Anjiade unconsciously changed his standing posture to become more respectful.

He didn't realize this at all.

But Steve could see it clearly, and he smiled helplessly, realizing that some of the effects of his psychic powers might be too exaggerated.

"Please come and sit down, Brother Anjiade."

After he took his seat, Steve sighed, closed the book and put it aside: "It's like this, monk, we are on the way to join your battle group. I hope saying this will not make you feel uneasy -

But it does take some time before we can join them."

"Are they okay?"

"They are fine, monk. There are no casualties." Steve showed a convincing smile. "Don't worry, everyone evacuated in time. Your mission has been completed. The orc named the old captain is dead.

.”

"The Emperor's blessing." Anjiade said piously. "This is really great."

"Yes, that's good... What about you, Brother Anjiade? How do you feel?"

"I...have never felt so good."

Anjiade said solemnly: "This feeling reminds me of the first time I put on the power armor, and when I was announced as the Emperor's Champion through selection..."

He seemed to have no reservations about Steve, and unconsciously told many past memories. Time passed quickly like this, and by the time the conversation ended, Steve could almost fully understand Anjiade's life trajectory.

, and the latter still knew nothing about it, as if everything he did was taken for granted.

After seeing Anjiade off and telling him to take a good rest, the smile on Steve's face instantly fell. He leaned back weakly on the chair and began to think about what his psychic nature was.

"I didn't do anything, yet he trusted me so much..." With fear, Steve pursed his lips. "This kind of power shouldn't appear in me..."

"On the contrary, Steve, it should happen to you."

With a burst of blue light, He Shenyan jumped out of the void and came to Steve. He raised a finger and said as if he had been here from the beginning: "If this power is not entrusted to you,

No one will be worried."

"I don't think I have the ability to use it well," Steve said worriedly. "Such a power shouldn't even exist - I just said a few words and Brother Angard told me everything.

this is too scary."

"It is your attitude that makes people feel at ease - Oh, wait, what book are you reading? "The Art of Language"? Why are you reading this kind of book?"

"Because I want to stop being as relatable as I used to be," Steve said frankly. "I feel like if I become as mean as Tony or you, it will make people stay away from me unconsciously.

.”

He Shenyan showed a look of disapproval: "First of all, I'm not mean at all, okay? Well, maybe a little bit, but it's definitely better than Tony. At least I won't always be sarcastic. For example, if you are a cliché

A radio or something like that..."

"Secondly, even if you do this, it will be of no use at all. You will only make those who believe in you doubt whether they are not doing well enough in some way, and they will do everything possible to try to win back your trust."

"Then I might as well be mute."

Steve was rarely angry: "I'm just a soldier——! He, I can't have this power. I don't want to try to be a leader anymore. I'm not worthy. You've seen what the Avengers have become under my hands."

I can't make the same mistake again."

"You can't, Steve."

He Shenyan smiled: "It's not your responsibility that the Avengers will become like that. The responsibility lies with me."

"What?" Steve looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah, Steve, it's my fault. I left you - I didn't realize that doing so would set some hidden bastards up."

When he said this, the smile on his face became a little chilling: "I thought I knew human beings very well. I completely believed in their beautiful qualities, so I forgot that people also have bad sides. I thought they would

Everyone treats me as a hero, I forgot... there is something called a politician in this human race."

"The earth is at peace, so they think you are the number one threat."

"A playboy with ground firepower capable of clearing the city and his super private armored force. A former super soldier who does not trust the US government, a popular idol and a spokesperson for the American spirit."

"An ancient god from Asgard, an uncontrollable former scientist who has long been disappointed with the US government. A former surgeon and current Supreme Mage. Others can be controlled and have weaknesses, but you can't."

He shook his head: "So they will definitely try their best to weaken your strength, or even make you retire directly - after all, a sword that is too sharp in peacetime will only hurt yourself."

Steve looked at the table silently, as if trying to figure out where this table was produced through his gaze.

"So, remember this, Steve. The Avengers didn't fall apart at your hands. We trusted you to lead us as captain. You lived up to that trust and you never really screwed anything up."

Pass."

After saying this, his figure gradually disappeared, leaving only a vague sentence: "Accept your current nature, Steve, and use it well. Only you are worthy of this kind of power."