Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Steve's worry is not without reason. He Shenyan can understand it, but he will not take back this power because of it.

Some forces are necessary to exist.

As time goes by, the psychic potential buried in Steve will be fully revealed. He can say no to his own essence, or he can embrace it with open arms, but it all depends on his own thoughts.

He Shenyan didn't think he would give up. Steve Rogers didn't even know how to write the word "give up."

Back on the Revenge, an explosion of information was once again thrown at the center of the array. He Shenyan accepted it all without changing his expression, and discovered several quite interesting things in it.

First, Chagatai Khan has not left the 'horse farm' opened for him for thirteen days. According to the central display, he rides horses for up to eighteen hours a day.

Second, the recruitment of the Iron Serpent Chapter has ended, and the result is very successful. Insel has been suspected by his brothers in the Chapter of having a mental problem more than once because he walked with a smile on his face.

In fact, he may indeed have some. I mean, which Astartes doesn't have some mental problems? It's just a matter of degree.

Three, the nun named Ankosha has recently been interviewing those Astra Militarum who were on the ship from the beginning.

Narrowing his eyes, He Shenyan realized that he probably couldn't underestimate this nun too much. After all, the latter was as outstanding as her appearance, and it was not easy for others to notice this - she

Her beauty is covered up by the serious temperament on her body, and no one will notice her amazing beauty at first sight.

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"Were you on board from the beginning?"

"Yes."

The Astral Army nodded: "I boarded the ship with Lord Yinqi Kil and the others."

"Lord Yinzi Kil?"

"Oh, my bad. I'm sorry, Sister. I forgot that you don't know who Lord Yinzikire is."

The Astra Militarum grinned: "He is the third captain of the Crimson Blade Chapter and has been fighting alongside us."

"Fight alongside?"

Ankosha found that the Astra Militarum standing in front of her was like an inexhaustible treasure. Ankosha had already written about ten pages of the description, but she still couldn't stop writing. Whenever she thought

When the latter's narration is over, he will throw out more interesting things.

"Can you talk to me about fighting alongside each other, Corporal Jones?"

"Of course, it's not difficult, Sister." Corporal Jones laughed happily. "I wish more people knew about these things. Hmm... let me think about it, where is a better place to start?

"

"In the beginning, we were stationed on that planet. It was called Mo Drop. It's a beautiful name, right? It's not as good as Cardia, but it's not bad."

Corporal Jones blinked his deep purple eyes and continued to talk, but his expression became somewhat gloomy: "When that... explosion happened, none of us knew what happened. My commander looked at

The sky was dyed red and did not move for nearly ten minutes."

"Then, like crazy, he started trying to contact the fleet parked in orbit, but failed. We are lucky, on the planet. But the fleet is not. The navy was in that explosion

The whole army was wiped out. They were either blown to pieces or killed by those damn monsters..."

"The regiment I am in is a light infantry regiment. You know, as a member of the light infantry regiment, my duty is to move with the tanks and conduct street fighting or positional fighting. Sounds good, right? But in fact

Very bad.”

Corporal Jones was very talkative. He picked up a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. Then he continued to talk: "The sound of the tank moving is amazing. Every time that beautiful baby fires, it makes me unable to hear for a while."

Anything. Seriously, the tech-priests should really find a way to tone down the cannons."

"But these are not the point. The point is that as a light infantry regiment, we survived to the end."

The Cardian fell into deep thought, and his tone began to become ethereal. He was completely lost in memories. Ankosha quietly put down her pen, intending to use her memory to remember everything he said. She did not want to interrupt this person.

Respectable soldier, even the sound of pen scratching paper is unacceptable.

"The first thing that arrived were cannonballs that were as red as blood. Those things landed not far from us. The commander observed with a telescope and found that they were not cannonballs at all, but some kind of biological landing capsule used by the demons. Pale bones and flesh

Hanging on top, it looks like a closed chest. They just come out of the chest."

"At the beginning, we were very confident."

His face became a little paler.

"We have artillery positions, heavy infantry regiments, tanks and many other things. Although we no longer have the support of the sky, we will definitely win. At the beginning, we all thought so. Until those devils

Many artillery pieces with huge skulls were pushed out from nowhere..."

"Just one shot, nun, just one shot." His voice began to tremble. "An artillery position was completely shattered. I was right next to it, and blood-red flames burned on all the dead people. Screams were everywhere.

, I remember that I fell to the ground due to the shock, and was covered in mud. When I stood up again, the world had changed."

"There are dead people everywhere, Sister. My brothers are dead everywhere. You can put this in your book and say it was me, Hanno Jones. They are dead everywhere."

, Little Rick’s upper and lower body separated, and he screamed the loudest when I stood up. I looked at him, and he looked at me.”

"He said run, and then he died."

"I didn't listen to him. I wanted to find some people who were still alive. It was impossible for me to survive in such a large artillery position. I succeeded. I found Captain Jano Dimas, and he was blown away.

Under the overturned artillery base, there was nothing serious, just a bloody head."

"We were the only survivors of that company - can you imagine, Sister? One company, only two of us fucking survived."

The corporal stretched out two trembling fingers of his right hand.

"Then, the brothers came to support... We fought and retreated along the way. Most of the artillery positions were taken care of by the demons. Some precious tanks were blown up before they even had a chance to drive out of the hangar.

Ashes. The Tech-Priests died a well-deserved death with their darlings."

"That's it, we retreated, retreated, retreated - and finally got some decent support. Lord Yinzekiel and his third company came to support us. One hundred Astartes, we can finally fight the demons

Let’s do some close combat instead of cowering in the back and shooting useless M35 light guns at them.”

He made a disgusted expression: "That piece of shit is only useful when hitting our own people, and it's even more useful in the hands of traitors. But if you really expect it to do something big and cause some considerable damage,

casualties, I can only say that your brain was caught in the door."

"Although we are a light infantry regiment, we still have a lot of mortal-sized bolters. Our equipment is good, ha, everyone has to admit it. So the regiment leader gave an order to let brothers who can control bolters

Assemble to the front, use the trenches to start firepower to suppress the demons and cover the angels in their battle."

"They played great, I really have to say that."

"The bloody tug-of-war began, and we recaptured several artillery positions that had been completely blown into ruins. Although it was of no use, at least our morale improved a bit. Just when we thought things would get better, a larger

The nightmare is coming."

"That's the way this fucking world is, every time you think things are going to get better, some devil jumps out of the dark with their hard stick and fucks you in the ass."

The corporal's vulgar words did not move the nun, but that was nothing. What's more, although he said vulgar words, he was actually very philosophical.

"A - please forgive me, I really don't know how to describe it - a thing that looks no different than a butt fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the angels. They fought back with bolters and chainswords

, but it was impossible to hit it. With one simple swing, five angels died, I could see clearly."

"Its arrival is the clarion call for the demons to counterattack. Since it started, countless demons have been running towards us from the other side of the horizon. My Lord, you should be glad that you have never seen that scene.

, so damn scary.”

"Then we had to retreat again - retreat again and again. In the process, only four of our ten companies were killed. All the senior officers were dead. Only Captain Janodimas was barely alive.

But there was only one leg left. The angels were even worse. They retreated to cover us...only seventeen of them died."

The corporal pursed his lips and said hoarsely: "If it could happen again, I hope they leave directly."

"...Anyway, that's what happened. We retreated to a monastery, which was built on a cliff. It was not much different from a fortress. There were many heavy machine guns in it. We carried out defense there, and everyone knew it.

, death is only a matter of time. This planet called Mo Drop has fallen, and we have no chance of victory unless a miracle happens."

Sister Ancossa finally spoke.

She asked softly: "So, did a miracle happen?"

The corporal laughed: "Of course he did! The sky was torn open, and a vortex formed above it. I saw a huge golden lightning falling from the sky and hitting the plain below the monastery. This was really powerful.

I almost fell off the monastery wall. My ears started ringing, but I could still see..."

"Lightnings landed one after another, hitting us near us. None of them hurt us. But each one caused those demons to die in piles. They either vaporized directly and their flesh and blood disappeared. Or they were caught in the chain lightning.

It turned into coke. I felt so happy watching it on the city wall."

"The two brothers standing next to me saw this scene and started shooting at the corpses of the demons like crazy. They were venting their anger. I understand, because I was the same. And then -"

"—Corporal Jones."

A voice sounded at the right time, interrupting his narration. The mage came from behind them with a smile on his face: "Let me tell you the following things, how about it?"

"This - Your Majesty the Emperor, you - no, I mean, Captain?!"

Corporal Jones's voice became shrill. He jumped up from his chair, his face full of disbelief: "Is it really you?!"

"If it's true, Corporal, it's not the first day you've seen me - haven't I been hanging around the bridge a lot?"

He Shenyan blinked at him, and the corporal immediately understood what he meant, then saluted and ran away. Sister Ankosha pursed her lips, feeling full of displeasure.

Not many people feel comfortable with being interrupted in the middle of a story.

As if he didn't know what she was thinking, He Shenyan pulled out a chair and sat down. The sun was shining just above them, and the dome played its role, giving the first city a spring-like climate.

"You interrupted my work." Ankosha spoke first. "I have a hunch that the unsaid part of Corporal Jones's story is definitely the most exciting part of the whole story."

"Indeed."

He Shenyan smiled slightly: "That's why I can't let you know, Sister."

"Why?!" Ankosha asked slightly rudely. "Isn't such a heroic story worthy of being sung by citizens across the empire? Do the sacrifices of Corporal Jones and Captain Yinzikiel mean nothing to you?

Isn’t it?”

"Watch your attitude, Sister."

He Shenyan still had a smile, but it was much less warm: "You'd better not say the word sacrifice to me."

His tone was so cold that the nun immediately calmed down and apologized: "I'm sorry, my lord."

"It's okay, I understand. Emotion is a terrible weapon. Everyone has it, but not everyone can control it perfectly..."

He Shenyan raised his hand thoughtfully and stared at the ring on the ring finger of his right hand. Some distant thoughts came to his heart, and the mage laughed again, giving the same thoughts to people far away.

Although they haven't seen each other for a long time, they have been in contact.

After retracting his thoughts, He Shenyan raised his head: "I know you want to do your best at your job, Sister, but some truths cannot be clearly known to people."

"What did you say?" The nun looked at him blankly.

"Truth is a cruel word. It can bring a lot, but it can also destroy a lot. If you spread this matter without any modification, I am afraid that many things will be destroyed."

"I don't understand, my lord."

"Want to hear my explanation?"

"Please explain to me, my lord."

"Okay, okay, okay."

He Shenyan said patiently: "What you are looking for represents hope and redemption - I can tell you, Sister, all the people in that monastery survived, and no one died again. And the droplet called ink

The planet...has not been destroyed.”

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, Sister." He Shenyan pointed to the stone bricks under their feet. "It's right here, with you and me."

Sister Ankosha's eyes widened in shock, unable to understand his words for a moment: "You - what did you say?"

"There it is, Sister, it's the Revenge."

"I, I...how is this possible?"

"This is possible, nun, because I did it." He Shenyan burst out laughing. "Yes, I turned the Mo Drop Star into a planet battleship. The souls of the dead heroes and the destroyed ones

The guns and tanks are on this ship now, they have never really gone away, they still exist and they will always exist."

He raised a finger mysteriously: "Do you hear them, Sister? Close your eyes and try."

Ankosha did as she was told.

She closed her eyes, and her consciousness sank in an instant, entering a mysterious state. Her mind went blank, showing she was completely awake. But her consciousness was as misty as if she were stepping on clouds. She began to walk in the darkness,

I was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

It was dark and cold all around - until a little light shone in front of her.

It was the face of a man, serious and with a big beard. He was wearing a blood-stained Cadian military uniform, and his eyes were burning golden light, like flowing lava.

?!

The nun opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but the man quickly disappeared from her eyes. At the same time, more bright lights emerged, illuminating the entire darkness. They emerged from the darkness one after another——

The dead, the soldiers who fought to the death, the officers, the Astartes...

They are all back.

And it stands right next to Ancosha.

The dead quietly stared at her, the only living person. At this moment, Ankosha was at a loss, like a helpless child.

"Snapped."

A clear snap of fingers rang out, and she suddenly returned to reality. The sun was shining, and she and the mysterious captain were sitting outside a coffee shop. The stone pavement was neat and clean, and in front of her was a kraft paper book...

....

Everything is normal.

"Did you see that, nun?"

Ankosha looked at him blankly, as if she had forgotten how to speak. After a long time, she spoke: "I, I think I saw...Yes, I saw them, sir."

.They—what are they?”

"It's a protector."

He Shenyan's expression became more serious: "They are souls who don't want to end here. They could seek relief from me and go to a stable and peaceful world, but they didn't do that. They would rather wander on the Revenge.

, just to see the world and people protected by them with my own eyes..."

He stood up, and the tail end of his robe gradually turned into a blue light spot and disappeared, and his last vague words reached the nun's ears: "They are still fighting."