Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Don't stare at me."

Khan said rather bachelorly: "Although it was my idea, the captain also agreed."

As soon as he said this, what else could Guilliman do? Stare at He Shenyan? Apart from anything else, he couldn't do such a thing. Although Robert Guilliman has many shortcomings, he is a

He is a person who respects teachers very much and always loves learning.

For him, learning is one of the few things that makes him happy nowadays.

"Don't worry, Robert, it's just a little joke." He Shenyan smiled. "Then, let's get to the point?"

"Let's get to the point."

Guilliman nodded, his expression becoming serious: "The Weepers are expected to arrive at Terra Space Station in two hours. I have already communicated information to the formation of Terra Space Station. They will arrive at Terra Space Station.

There will be a short rest there. In other words, we still have seven Terra hours to organize their return ceremony."

Khan listened quietly on the sidelines. He already knew about this war group and was deeply moved by it. However, this kind of thing obviously had nothing to do with him.

Listening is the performance of a wise man.

He Shenyan began to tap the table with his fingers. He turned his head thoughtfully and looked at the porthole of the captain's cabin. His tone was calm: "I don't know much about this. Do you have any suggestions, Robert?"

"Of course."

Guilliman frowned and said while thinking: "There are only nine of them left. Considering the number of people, I think it is not appropriate to place the ceremony in the city on the bottom of the Revenge. But the scene is still necessary.

They are...the Codex Group."

When he said these three words, he paused unnaturally. A meaningful smile appeared on He Shenyan's face, and the Khan next to him snorted in a neutral tone.

Guilliman pretended to know nothing and continued: "So we have to make the scene more grand - damn, I hate to say it - I think we may need to have some flashy decorations, such as religion

Statues with strong smells and the like..."

"No."

He Shenyan flatly refused: "They just need to know that they have not been forgotten by the empire. As long as you and I are present, if not, we can borrow something from an old man. But don't even think about it.

With the statues and the church choir singing hymns, don't even think about it, Robert, this is my ship."

Guilliman frowned at first, then relaxed.

"I don't like what they are doing now either."

He said with some complaints: "Choirs, red carpets, hymns and the smell of holy oil in the air. If there are a thousand painters on the roadside who want to paint this scene...

I don’t know who planned it, but they made it look like they had won a religious war after returning victoriously.”

"In a sense, my brother, the wars launched by the Astartes of all sizes in the empire are religious wars."

Khan pointed this out sharply.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and what they have done is to stay in the same place, rather than expand the territory. I don't mean to blame them. In Chogoris, there is an old saying. If you don't teach, your father will do it.

Pass."

The Chogolis Eagle closed his eyes and nodded: "...There are many reasons why they will become like this, but the most important one is because of the lack of our teachings. They believe in us wholeheartedly, and we

But failed to respond."

"These things take time to change... So, it's settled."

He Shenyan stood up: "Arrange the ceremony on the first bridge, and I will personally arrange the venue."

"Then, I will go greet them." Guilliman also stood up. "It just so happens that I can take the time to guide them and talk about your captain's great achievements."

"You can try, Robert." He Shenyan smiled heartily. "I will teleport your Eldar 'ally' in front of them."

He bit the word "ally" so hard that Guilliman's face twitched and Khan let out a laugh.

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Fubo Leo sat up straight, his face tensed, and let the servitor apply the remaining holy oil on him. He was about to arrive at the Terra Space Station, and he was excited, but also uneasy.

.

How will they be treated?

He didn't know, he only knew that he should work hard to maintain his appearance.

He did a good job in this matter, but suffered from the servitor. The cloned cyborg stopped in place, not knowing what to do. Fubo sat upright, which prevented it from being fully covered with holy oil.

The gap in the power armor.

A logic error is occurring, and if left unchecked, it is likely to cause problems with its processor.

The technical sergeant on the side had no choice but to say: "You have to relax a little and at least let it oil your armor. Sir, the servitor's head is almost overloaded."

"What?" Fubo still didn't hear clearly at first.

"I said, you gotta relax!" the tech sergeant yelled.

Fubo did as he was told, but as soon as he relaxed, his whole posture collapsed.

He looked at the ground melancholy and sighed: "How could I not be nervous, Emano? I am the chapter leader, what if I lose my composure then?"

"You won't." Technical Sergeant Yimano replied in a positive tone, which actually gave Fu Bo some comfort.

He asked again: "Where is Volturno?"

"Still wearing power armor, the other brothers are ready and waiting for you."

"What are you waiting for me to do?" Fubo asked inexplicably.

"According to convention, when returning to Terra, the Chapter Master should be responsible for holding the flag."

"Oh!" Fubo suddenly realized. "I didn't even know there was such a rule. Is it written in the holy book?"

"No, but other chapters do this - I don't know if they have changed it, Chapter Master... I mean, I got this information from a brother from another chapter a long time ago.

That’s what I heard.”

"So you don't know if it still applies to Terra now?"

"I don't know, sir..." Emmano's voice became much softer.

Fubo sighed again. At this time, the servitor had completed its work, and it shivered away. The two unbalanced mechanical legs swayed like a large tumbler.

It was extremely ridiculous, but also extremely sad. Fubo lowered his head, glanced at his old mk7 power armor, and a certain part of his heart twitched for a moment - is such a posture really worthy of boarding Terra?

Fubo stood up and said: "Okay, although we don't know whether this rule exists, but... let's give it a try, at least there is no harm. If someone wants to laugh at us for letting the Chapter Leader hold the flag

, just let them laugh."

He said calmly: "At least we have a clear conscience, right?"

They walked out of the small foundry workshop, and the five battle brothers were gathered in front of the porthole in the corridor looking at the scenery outside. They were calm on the surface, but in fact they were all excited.

The only battle brother who couldn't look at the porthole was holding a flag in his hand and stood upright nervously. The shining golden teardrops on the battle flag were slowly swinging.

Fubo walked through the corridor, facing the burning candles at both ends of the ground. The flames swayed as he moved, casting irregular shadows on the walls. Seeing him coming, the flag-bearer hurriedly walked towards him as if he had been saved.

, handed the flag to Fubo's hand with both hands.

He came to them, and Volturno also walked out of another room at the right time, dressed neatly, except that the power armor was too old and too old, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Nodding to him, Fubo asked: "What are you looking at?"

"Dreamland."

"Tyra."

Two people gave completely opposite answers, and the others remained silent. Fubo frowned, came to the porthole, and looked out.

What appeared before him was indeed Terra, but it was also a dream.

Terra was still waiting there quietly, gentle and silent. But the surface was no longer a dark hive, but some kind of natural scene. Some kind of blue and green intertwined scene. Fubo looked at it speechlessly.

Looking at this scene, I don't know what to say.

This was completely different from the Terra he had seen in the books - and what shocked him even more was the huge building surrounding Terra. It had a silvery white round appearance and was shaped like a ring, but it was

Terra was firmly guarding it.

This is the cradle of mankind, the place that countless people dream of, and the place they are about to go to.

Holy Terra.

Do they really deserve it?

Fubo was silent for a long time, but there was no answer.

It wasn't until the Mother of Tears passed a corner of the space station that he came back to his senses. The technical sergeant appeared at his side at the right time and said: "Terra has initiated a communication request. Chapter Commander, I have connected. They want to communicate with

You talk."

"I'll be there right away."

Forbo almost rushed to the bridge. The communication showed that some time had passed. He quickly approached the microphone and said cautiously: "This is the current leader of the Weeper Chapter, Forbo Leo.

Please reply."

A female voice replied: "Received, Captain Fubo, this is the Terra Space Station speaking to you. Please prepare yourself and other brothers in the Chapter and fix yourself in your seats. The Terra Space Station will serve you."

You are opening a separate port, please wait a moment."

"Roger, we - uh, don't we need to set the route manually?"

"No need, Captain Fubo, the formation will take over everything. You don't know what it is yet, but you will know it soon. Please wait for a while with peace of mind."

The wailers around him watched the call end, and each one looked at him, waiting for his order.

Fubo looked around and blinked: "What are you still doing? Go to the hangar and prepare for fixing."

So they ran away.