Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

A few strong late-stage Homo sapiens armed with spears are enough to kill any large land creature. In other words, humans are the greatest executioners on earth in history.

The emergence of spears made it impossible for animals to compete with humans. The emergence of sharpened sticks and flames ushered in a new era of civilization.

——All of the above are ancient histories that are unknown to the current empire. Looking at the entire empire, perhaps only He Shenyan and the emperor know about this history that is so long ago that it can no longer even be confirmed.

But it does exist.

Not only that, the spear is still passed down. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, the spear is still used by humans, and it is still a terrifying weapon.

However, the broken spear now placed in front of He Shenyan is not a terrible weapon, it is not even a weapon.

It was eroded by time and was the kind of waste that no one would even take a look at even if it was thrown into the trash. But this piece of waste was currently on He Shenyan's desk, and he had stared at it for more than five minutes.

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Finally, he spoke.

"Is this the spear of Longinus that stabbed Jesus?"

He Shenyan shrugged: "It looks like garbage."

The Emperor's voice came from the void: "It was not like this when it stabbed me."

"Did you really play the role of your own son once?"

"It's just an old story." The emperor obviously didn't want to say more. "It doesn't feel good to be crucified - although I did it voluntarily...sigh."

He sighed: "After I died, I thought people would be guided by my death and become positive. Unexpectedly, everyone who had a chance encounter with me started writing books. In the books, they all appeared to be very familiar with me.

From that moment on, I knew that religion was unreliable."

"Then you knew it early enough."

The mage grinned, picked up the broken spear, and sent it back from the void. The emperor's feeble voice sounded again: "Do you want any more experimental materials? I still have a lot of things here."

"What else do you have?"

"The Shroud, the True Cross... things like that."

"You still have it?"

"Originally I wanted to destroy them." The emperor laughed. "But they are my relics after all. It would be good to keep them and look at them occasionally. Besides, they have lost their original magic and no longer have the ability to be used by others.

It’s the power to bewitch others when you hold it in your hand.”

"You actually have this hobby...like looking at your own relics?"

"Strictly speaking, Terra is even my inheritance."

This sentence killed the game, and He Shenyan had nothing to say to him, so he had to use his spiritual power to temporarily shield this annoying old man. He walked out of the captain's cabin and started walking on the bridge like a ghost in black robes.

Wandering.

The center of the circle still loyally reported various specific matters to him. The mage walked around the bridge casually and asked: "Is the Khan not coming out of his horse farm yet?"

"Yes, Chagatai Khan is simulating horse fighting. He is very happy about it. The longest record is that he simulated it for four days without rest."

He Shenyan scratched his head, feeling like he was seeing an internet-addicted boy...

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Khan rotated his arms, and the special power spear favored by the White Scars made a frightening whistle in the air. The power of the original body was too terrifying, especially when he deliberately wanted to kill the enemy, this power was even more powerful.

It has been enlarged a lot.

The metal handle of the power spear called 'Guandao' is two meters long, and the end is a single-edged scimitar. Like the ordinary power spear, it kills the enemy by breaking down the stance, but the single blade of Guandao is different from

The longer metal handle gives it a larger killing range.

——In other words, when you see a person charging towards you on a mount and holding a Guandao, it is best to avoid him.

How many years has this been

Bloody lessons.

But the simulated enemy obviously didn't know about this. It roared and stood there without evading, raising the warhammer in its hand to try to resist the blow. Khan showed a sinister smile - no matter how elegant a person is,

This bloodthirsty appearance will also appear in battle.

The Guandao slashed down hard, and the kinetic energy was superimposed, making it cut the warhammer in half like a broken bamboo. Then its skin, muscles and collarbone. The Guandao cut deeply into its body, but this

Just the beginning.

"Rumble—!"

The huge metal war horse roared past, and the sound of stepping on the ground was like the roar of thunder. The terrifying speed meant that Khan did not need to use any force at all, and the sword was pulled out freely, causing secondary damage.

Although the war horse was unimaginably large in size, it was indescribably agile. It turned around quickly, and without the Khan even needing to say anything, it automatically made a second charge towards the enemy standing there.

This time, Guandao cut off its head directly.

The red head flew high, its ferocious horns were inserted into the soil upside down, and a pair of dead eyes stared at the Khan, and then gradually dissipated into a light blue magical light.

"Come again!"

The Khan shouted: "Do it again!"

"Are you sure you don't need a break?"

"No need!" Khan said firmly.

He shook his long hair, wild brilliance shining in his eyes: "Let's continue, Center! This feeling of being able to gallop with all your heart is rare!"

The center of the magic circle reluctantly carried out his request, and the magic power condensed again, forming a six-meter-tall Khorne demon in this vast space. It has no name, it is a false creation, but it has self-awareness—

-From the moment this thing appeared, Khorne set his sights on it.

But it is destined not to become a true demon.

Someone on the Vengeance didn't allow it, so Khorne could only give it a look - but he was not stingy with his blessings. Even if it was a false creation, he would be willing to do it as long as it brought him a good battle.

Give it some power.

The false demon let out an earth-shattering roar, and the blood flames flashed away, and a huge two-handed sword appeared in its hands. The demon shook its wings and flew directly into the sky, spinning the giant sword with a terrifying

He rushed towards Chagatai Khan with a gesture of speed.

"Well done!"

Khan roared excitedly. He didn't even need to move the war horse. The metal creature spontaneously raised its front hooves. The buzzing core furnace made its eyes glow like lava, a terrifying glow.

Breath spurted out from its mouth...

The extreme high temperature almost turned the demon's surface skin into charcoal, and its eyeballs fell off, making it temporarily blind. Khan obviously would not miss this good opportunity, and the metal war horse that connected with his mind rushed over.

Gaining momentum again, Guandao dragged on the ground and then raised high.

"Pfft!"

Another great head flies high into the air.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!"

Khan laughed loudly, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout again, but a person suddenly appeared next to him.

"Jaghatai Khan, you haven't left the racecourse for eighteen days." He Shenyan said quietly. "In the past few days, you have killed all the monsters on the simulation list...

Are you a little too obsessed?"

The Khan turned over and dismounted, inserted the sword into the ground, and smiled boldly: "This is all your fault, Captain! This horse you created really makes me unable to control myself!"

He patted the side of the war horse, and the metal creature snorted like a real horse in response to its master's words.

"I don't think it's the horse's fault, Khan."

He Shenyan reminded him tactfully: "I understand your frustration of being locked up in the webway for ten thousand years, but simulation requires energy, especially the enemies you selected...the orc boss, Khorne

Big Demon... In order to achieve the realistic effect, magic power is consumed

The fees are really high.”

"Is that so?" Khan blinked. "I understand, I will shorten the time - what do you think about once every three days, or three days at a time?"

"You might as well just say once a day, one day at a time." He Shenyan rolled his eyes.

"That's okay." Khan stroked his beard and said seriously. "This is what you said, so I won't be respectful."

He said goodbye, but in the end he stopped riding. The world began to collapse under their feet. This small world with vast grasslands was turning into light blue light and dissipating little by little. The high concentration of magic in the air could choke ordinary people to death.

Human. But to these two people, this level is nothing.

Jaghatai Khan even took two hard breaths: "Well...it is indeed the smell of Chogolis grassland in my memory. Your Excellency, Captain, the simulation system you designed is indeed very useful."

"You're just saying this because you want to have more fun, right?" He Shenyan exposed him mercilessly. "Not today, Khan, Guilliman is on board."

"Um?"

Khan frowned: "What is he doing here? Doesn't he have to deal with government affairs anymore? It seems he still has less work..."

Even He Shenyan couldn't help but click his tongue when he heard Khan's emotionless words. Guilliman didn't know, otherwise he would have talked to Khan for a long time.

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After the teleportation ended, Guilliman took a deep breath. He hated psychic energy, but he accepted magic. At least with this power, you won't suddenly be entangled by the chaotic things in the subspace and turn into cannibals.

Evil ghosts and stuff like that.

At least, magic can still be rationally analyzed and the next step planned.

From this point of view, it can be regarded as an alternative science. And Guilliman likes science - but this does not mean that he likes the magic disturbance caused by teleportation in his body at this moment...

"cough--!"

After coughing, five bodyguards from Changsheng Army immediately gathered around: "Primarch, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. If anything, it's because you are so angry." Guilliman glanced at the leader of the victorious army. "Why do I need to bring bodyguards to the Vengeance?"

The leader of the Ever Victorious Army straightened his chest and said meticulously: "This is the order of the Chapter Commander, and it is also the result of our discussion. You are always passionate and do not lead anyone to fight against dangerous enemies. Although

There can be no enemies on board the Revenge, but this system will continue to be implemented for a long time, so, Primarch, I think you should adapt to it in advance."

Guilliman's eyelids twitched - he was really angry now.

What does it mean that I'm always hot-blooded and don't lead people to challenge dangerous enemies in a one-on-one fight? Is it a one-on-one challenge when I take someone with me?

He simply walked forward without saying a word and with a sullen face, not wanting to regain his majesty or anything like that. He didn't like the Ultramarines worshiping him as a god, and after Efreni got on the ship, he didn't like it.

, his majesty has long been gone.

In other words, Guilliman is now broken.

Strictly speaking, this was also Guilliman's first time on the Vengeance. He had already expected the size and advancedness of this star warship, but when he actually saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked. They teleported directly to the first

It was on the first deck, so I didn’t see many people on the road.

However, one thing is beyond doubt.

This ship is too advanced and too large.

The thumping footsteps of the victorious troops sounded in the corridor. Guilliman followed the center's guidance and walked toward the captain's cabin with ease. The purpose of his coming here was actually very simple.

The Wailers are almost arriving at Terra Space Station.

Although he was not their Primarch, Guilliman believed that he still had to be present when they returned. For an Imperial role model like the Lamenter, a hero who sacrificed himself to the point of no return, he had to take action and do something

Just set an example.

Except for the politician gene that cannot be separated from his body, everything else is

It comes from his heart.

Guilliman truly believed that his presence should spare the Lamenters some political inconvenience, at least as the hidden gangsters within the Ministry of War and the Ecclesiarchy would weigh in on their attempts to seduce them.

Arriving in front of the captain's office, the victorious soldiers consciously turned around and began to stand guard as motionless statues. Guilliman glanced helplessly at the five stone piles, opened the door and walked in.

The person sitting inside made him raise his eyebrows.

"Jaghatai?" he asked in surprise. "Why are you here?"

The Khan, who had glasses on his nose, raised his head from the book, stroked his long beard, and asked lightly in Chogoris: "What you are asking is very rude, why can't I be here?"

"Well done, Khan, speak Gothic..."

Khan put down the book with a sullen face: "Why can't I be here?"

"Because this is the captain's cabin."

"Did it say on the door?" Khan asked. "It didn't say on the door that this is the captain's cabin, right?"

"You are sophistry." Guilliman sighed, came to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The chair was just big enough for him to sit in, and it fit his body shape perfectly. Guilliman sighed again, this discovery made him already know something.

So he raised his head and looked at the ceiling, and said helplessly: "Don't make fun of me, teacher."

With the sound of laughter, He Shenyan jumped out of the void and returned to his position. He spread his hands and said with a smile: "This was not my idea, Guilliman."

The Imperial Regent gave his brother a hard look.

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